Do you have a fantasy spanking spot? Some place where you would like to bare all for a serious disciplinary spanking? Or, is there a specific spanking scenario or scene you would like to explore?
For me, I've always had a thing for rustic settings, like the tack room in a horse barn. Or, a real woodshed. There is something that really gets to me about the earthy, tack room setting. Something especially naughty about being forced to drop my pants, to accept a bare bottom whipping while bent over a bale of hay.
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I don't fantasize about spankings. I often fantasize about the sex before or after spanking him, but not the spanking itself. Since we are discussing fantasy, I will confess that all my fantasies have him in it. I've been blessed with a husband that loves to please me, and works hard to keep me satisfied.
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You are very fortunate.
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I fantasize about being restrained by being tied down on a bed, mid section elevated on a pile of pillows and my bottom punished hard. Or being tied down over a spanking horse and punished and not being able to sit down comfortably for a long time.
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It got eaten up by the interwebs. I have a spanking bench like Baxter fantasizes about. I keep it in my living room. Vanillas just assume it's exercise equipment.
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I confess there is one fantasy I have had for very long time. I am taken and tied down in the barn of my grandparents home. My jeans are tugged down to my ankles. I am tied over a saw horse and spanked harshly with a riding crop. At first I dont make a sound but it doesnt stop and soon I am whimpering then i break down and cry. Begging for mercy my wife ignores my pleas. Finally I am left there and told not to get up until told.
ReplyDeleteAfter what seems hours I hear voices and my wife brings down a new neighbor couple and explains it is how she handles my bad behavior. Being seen by others raw and bruised arouses me.
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Good one. Saw horses are another good "earthy" element to add to my own rustic spanking fantasies. I've also fantasized about my wife tying me to one in our garage.
DeleteHi, I rather fantasize about the way and conditions of my whacking, for instance my wife welcoming me in a short leather skirt and a tight blouse, when I come home from work telling me that I'm in for a spanking. She will lead me to the kitchen, where I have to drop my pants and lie over the kitchen table. She will then use a large wooden spoon and our old fshioned carpet beater until my ass is a fiery red and I beg forgiveness. Afterwards she will order me to kneel in front of her and lick her pussy until she comes...
ReplyDeleteI've never been spanked with a spoon or in the kitchen. Something new to experience!
DeleteYou don't know what you are missing! Most of the spankings I get are administered in the kitchen - with a wooden spoon or spatula (or with the martinet that hangs on the kitchen wall)
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Mine is being led naked into a room that is clearly a punishment room. There, standing in the middle of the room is my Mistress. She would have assistant that would cuff my wrists in leather and my arms would be completely yet comfortably stretched above my head, fully yet comfortably stretching my body with my feet flat on the floor, slightly separated. I would then be told to spread my legs as far as I could, putting pressure on my extended arms to fully support, while one of Mistresses assistants ties my balls to a hook in the floor. Once my balls are secured to the floor in that position, I am allowed to close my legs but the more I do, the more it pulls down on my ball. I am left to alternate between immense pressure on my arms hanging from the ceiling or immense pressure on my balls by trying to stand up straight to relieve the pressure on my arms.
ReplyDeleteMistress announces to guest who are sitting in chairs in the darkness, that I am about to punished for something very serious (let's say she discovered me masturbating to orgasm).
Mistress begins to punish me with her trusty pink leather paddle in that position, knowing I cannot move until I am redder than I have ever been and am starting to bruise. Mistress comes around face to face and asks me if I have learned my lesson and of course I enthusiastically say yes. She smile, kisses me and says that the spanking has only begun. That this will be the mother of all spankings I have received from her. That I will be begging for relief so much she will inevitable need to gag me. She spanks me hard for another 20 minutes, through the sobbing. For the first time in or FLM, I am sobbing, begging for her to stop. She finally does, drops the paddle on the floor and disappears into the shadows to be with her friends. I am left there to contemplate my fate.
Yeah, something like that. *smile
Great contribution! Being spanked to actual sobbing is way up on my list, too.
DeleteMy fantasy would be for Mistress to tell me that she has decided to enlist the help of a ‘friend’ to discipline me and has booked an appointment for me seven days from now.
ReplyDeleteHer friend, however is one of the harshest professional disciplinarians in the country and instead of me finding my own way to her chambers, Mistress drives me.
It’s a 200-mile drive but Mistress insists that I go in the car dressed in my maid’s pvc outfit, over which I wear a long shiny, pvc raincoat. The long drive means we have to stop half way for petrol – and lunch. I have to refill the car and pay – and go with Mistress to the food hall in my ‘uniform.’
When we arrive at chambers, Mistress and my disciplinarian speak about me as if I’m not there. All my faults are revealed as I stand head bowed, listening then discuss what would be a suitable punishment.
I’m then told to strip naked and then The Lady, lectures me and announces I am to receive 60 strokes of the Judicial cane.
I look at Mistress who shows no compassion for my plight and I am led to the punishment chamber and both Mistress and my disciplinarian straps me to the caning bench and proceed with the worst punishment caning I’ve ever had.
The strokes are administered in batches of 12 and by the end of the second batch I am begging for mercy and weeping.
At the end of the punishment I’m told to stand before both Ladies and thank them for their efforts. It is only then that I realize that Mistress has been helping The Lady with the punishment strokes.
I’m still in a very distraught state as we drive home, my mindset made even worse with the news that Mistress has enjoyed the day so much with her ‘friend’ that she intends this trip to become a regular monthly discipline session for me.
While I have only been spanked by my wife, I fantasize of being naked in front of her teacher friends and being spanked by them as they take turns paddling my rear end. One particular gal is a large woman and very strict. I imagine her making me go across her lap and I am unable to move as she administers the most severe spanking I have ever received. I am then required to masturbate for all of them and as they watch they make fun of me being not so well hung.
ReplyDeleteI have experienced it only a couple of times and would love to have it happen more often: having witnesses or even extra participants. Doesn't matter where. LOL
ReplyDeleteI've never experienced that, and definitely not there yet to try it in real life. But, great for fantasies!
DeleteYears ago I wrote a story centered around an isolated vacation home, affording the privacy to conduct spankings outside, but with the chance someone would see us. A deck overlooking a small lake and a hiking trail were prominently featured as I recall. My wife thought it was quite imaginative, but she'd probably never do it in real life.
ReplyDeleteYou never know until you ask. ;-)
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ReplyDeleteThe summer of my 14th year, I went to spend the summer with my dad's sister and her husband on their ranch in arizona. I didnt want to go and confess I was behaving badly when my folks dropped me off. The moment my folks were gone my Aunt sat me down and gave me what she called the rules of the ranch. I would do my chores without being told. Were they not done I would be spanked with a thick blk belt that hung on a hook in a small room in the stable.
ReplyDeleteI was warned there would be no reminders. I was expected to do the chores and to do them to the best of my ability.
I followed through for a few days, but soon let one or two things slide. When no one said anything I did less and less. At the end of the week, the four ranch hands and I gathered to be
paid for our work. My uncle was handing out envelopes with cash in them. When I opened my
envelope there was nothing in it. My aunt ordered me to get the black belt in the office. I did.
When I returned, the hands were still there and my aunt ordered me to hand her the belt, and to
drop my jeans. When I hesitated, she smiled and quietly said to me.
" You just got yourself an extra 25 swats!"
I did dropped my jeans and she pushed me over against the wall, pulled my briefs down and then gave me 50 swats with the belt and 25 more for taking so long to follow orders. I was mortified being punished in front of a group of men who were smiling as i whined and yes i also shed more than a few tears.
That image of being publicly spanked is something that to this day both scares and arouses me at the same time.
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Great story. Thanks, Vince.
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