A Whole Different Spanking

Regular readers know that spankings are a common occurrence at our house. Randy spanks and I accept. For decades, we’ve enjoyed this stinging symmetry. But what if the rules were somehow changed? We strive to discover new spanking ideas with varying combinations of role play scenarios, implements, positions, locations, clothes, and rituals. But is there perhaps another, even more fundamental variation?

During our scheduled Friday evening spanking session, Randy and I explored this question. He knew the plan. I didn’t. Here’s a lightly edited transcription of an audio recording:

R: I see you followed my instructions exactly.

B: Yes, I’m wearing the short pleated mini-skirt and ruffled panties you set out.

R: Good girl.

B: I see you you have your camera.

R: Yes, that’s going to be another part of tonight’s fun.

B: And that [big nasty solid hardwood] brush?

R: Pick it up.

B: OK.

R: Now stand right here (indicating a spot on the carpet with his foot)

B: (steps forward and extends the brush, handle first)

R: Nope. Not tonight.

B: (confused) What?

R: You’re going to do the spanking tonight.

B: (annoyed) You’re kidding.

R: No, tonight you find out what it’s like to deliver a good hard spanking.

B: Um

R: Stand here and let me focus the camera.

B: Self spanking?

R: Bingo

B: Must I?

R: We’ll do it together.

B: I don’t...

R: Now spread your legs a little bit more. Lean forward. Good. Now swat your bottom hard with the back of the brush.

B: (swat)

R: Hard, I said. This is a spanking. It’s supposed to hurt.

B: (swat)

R: That’s better. Now keep going. And as you strike, say, “Bad Girl!”

B: (more swats alternating sides) bad girl

R: Let’s hit harder

B: Ow, I don’t like this. (more swats)

R: Please lower your panties and continue

B: (loud swats) Bad Girl

R: That’s good. Your butt is getting nice and red

B: (swats) This is not fun. (swats)

R: All right. Do you want me to finish the job?

B: Yes please

R: OK, let me move the camera. There, now get over my lap.

B: Yes, sir

R: (rubbing bottom with the smooth side of the brush) That was a good warm up. Now let’s get on with the real spanking.

B: Ow, ow, ow!

R: (several minutes and many swats later) That should be sufficient. Get up and put your nose in the corner

B: (inaudible)

R: Lift your skirt. And no rubbing! (flash pictures being taken)

R: (sometime later) So how did you like getting to do the spanking this time?

B: Not much. It seemed like I had to do your job and my job too. When I am worrying about the actual spanking, I don’t get much chance to experience all of the spanking sensations.

R: I find it very enjoyable to smack that wood against your skin. It makes such a crisp, resounding thwack sound.

B: That’s all the more reason why you should be the one to do it.

R: So would you try self-spanking again?

B: I suppose, but it will never be a favorite.

R: I loved watching and filming it. I wasn’t sure you could give yourself a really good spanking, but you did.

B: The second part was a lot more satisfying for me. Just spank me.

R: OK, I hear you. So, do you feel punished?

B: Actually, I think I do. If you make me do that, I must be atoning for something really naughty. Right?

R: I’ll remember that. Does your bottom still hurt?

B: Oh my. Yes, definitely.

So that’s the story. We experimented with self-spanking previously, but it had been a long time. I even included it in one of my fictional stories about a long distance relationship. But it wasn’t a part of our repertoire. Maybe it will be in future. Maybe this was a one-off experiment. I guess we’ll see.

Here’s what I learned:

1. Even with my arm bent around in an odd position, I could still deliver a painful spanking. That curved handled wooden brush hurts!


2. It’s difficult to swat yourself hard. But the accumulation of whacks built into a really hot bottom.


3. I was able to master a variant of the wrist snap that Randy uses so effectively. A good spanking consists of more than just crashing a heavy implement against the skin. That snap adds sting to the thud.


4. Self spanking was not satisfying for me. The spanker role distracted from the spankee role. The latter is always my preference. However, if Randy were out of the picture, I might try it. But without him there, I imagine it would be even less enjoyable.


5. I was very relieved when Randy took over. What I crave is not the pain, though I need that, but the control. I want him to place me over his lap and take charge.


6. Repeating the words, “Bad Girl,” as I spanked myself was a little weird (a little like the Shame scene in Game of Thrones). It felt silly and yet, it sort of reinforced my submissive stance.


7. Speaking of submission, I've talked before about participating in my own spanking by fetching the paddle or baring my bottom. Never have I been more a direct participant. Actually administering each burning swat made me more than accepting and more than complicit. I truly owned this spanking.


8. There was another feeling beyond submission. It was embarrassment for lack of a more accurate description. Here I was, a capable adult woman standing in the middle of the room and spanking my own bottom repeatedly with a hairbrush on command. Wearing a way too short white tennis skirt with white fluttery briefs enhanced the experience. For reasons that not even I fully comprehend, that’s kind of a turn-on.


9. Randy understands this side of me and how to expertly press my buttons. As I was writing this, he looked over my shoulder and whispered, “Next time, we’ll add a butt plug.” A shiver of mortified delight passed through me. He knows what makes me hot.


10. At the end of the day, that’s what matters – a mutually satisfying experience. We made vigorous love afterward. Spankings are our first, best, and always foreplay.

Have a great week everyone!