I was still quite young when I first became interested in seeing a male bottom being smacked, or beaten, or being made red in whatever way. Before it had just been an occasional childhood experience, but after this time I discovered a curiosity in myself to see a reddened bottom whenever I could.
We had a little spanking in our house when we were kids, but my mother's sister was far more of a disciplinarian than my mother. A disciplinarian of boys that is!
My aunt had four children: two boys, Johnny and David who were 8 or 9, my cousin Lisa who was about my age (11 or 12) and who was the boys' elder sister, and Cara, the youngest. My aunt was firm around the house and punished as necessary, but she took the view that spanking was for the "rough" boys only. The worst the girls could get was a smacked hand (admittedly often with a wooden ruler or something similar) and be sent to their rooms or grounded generally.
She had need to smack the boys fairly often though and I had sometimes witnessed this when my sister, Zoe, and I were staying with my cousins, especially probably because when we were staying the boys would be prone to show off and get rowdy in all sorts of ways.
This had gone on all my life, I suppose, but one time particularly made an impression on me, which I have never forgotten.
The boys had been messing around all morning and annoying Lisa and me; racing into Lisa's room where we were doing things, pushing our stuff around, wanting us to chase them into the garden, then trying to lift up our skirts from behind to embarrass us, etc., etc. Just nonstop boys' nuisance really.
But my aunt was not in a good mood that day and finally became exceedingly fed up with all the noise. She shouted at Jimmy and David (for about the fifth time) to stop being so badly behaved and told them to wait for her down in my uncle’s ‘office'!
I remember that this caused a sudden change of demeanor in the boys who must have realized what they had let themselves in for.
To cut a long story short, several minutes later, Lisa and I were peeping into the sitting room through the open door watching my aunt put Johnny over her lap and spank him very enthusiastically with the back of one of her wooden hairbrushes. His shorts and underpants were round his ankles and he was yelling things like, "Please Mum, no! Not more! Please Mum! I'm sorry Mum!"
What fascinated me that time was that the hairbrush was marking his bottom vividly with fierce red marks and even bruises, and was making loud thwacking noises each time my aunt brought it down onto one of Johnny's buttocks. The thwack was so loud it even drowned out his pleas.
Things were starting to happen to my body at that time, and I was surprised to notice that the scene was giving me a discrete, but distinct, heated feeling in my young, but maturing, private parts. It was caused I think by a mixture of watching my cousins bottom going red and seeing how a so-called rough and tough boy could be tamed and reduced to a pleading, newly obedient child again - by the application of some female firmness and strength of will by my beloved aunt. This was a lesson that has stayed with me ever since.
I can remember feeling embarrassed and confused by the feeling, especially when my aunt allowed Johnny to slowly raise himself up off her knees. When he stood up, I could see his little privates clearly, all fresh and pink while his bottom was so red. They looked very sweet. I had never remembered giving a boy’s privates much attention before. I mean I didn't fancy them or anything, he was much too young and so was I; but I was interested to see how they looked. I even felt a bit sorry for him as his mother told him to go and stand in the corner and he shuffled off with this pants and shorts still around his ankles. And then she started on David!
The thrill of that day never left me, and I had the opportunity several more times to see my cousins spanked with their pants down. Lisa and I were both very glad that my aunt took such a sensible view regarding girls' punishments.
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Time has moved on and one reason I'm writing today is to share with you that my husband falls in with my interests and even enjoys getting a good spanking or beating even every now and then; well, whenever necessary!
We find that it fits well within our relationship, which is very happy and loving. I get to maintain my interest in seeing a boy’s bottom redden; and it’s much more fun doing it yourself, let me tell you. What's more he is usually incredibly turned on by it -- and so am I, so that's good!
We have two sorts of "spanking" actually, a ‘good' spanking and a ‘bad' spanking. I choose which.
A ‘good' spanking is when he feels that he wants me to spank him, and this can be with my hand or with a variety of implements, including several canes we've bought, a riding crop (very severe) and of course the traditional hairbrush. This usually leads to great lovemaking when we've finished. And he was normally feeling sexy when we started. And indeed so would I often be.
But, a ‘bad' spanking is a little different. In this case, I choose when to spank him, and why. So, it’s not just when he's in the right mood. We couldn't do this I think unless he consented to the general idea, which he does. And if he didn't, I might decide of course to cut down or even end his ‘good' spankings!
So, a ‘bad' spanking is a way we have of giving me a certain amount of private influence on his behaviour. I do it to him when I feel that he’s let me down on some way or even let himself down. It could be for a little thing or for a big thing, it depends how I feel.
Like, if he has been moody or lazy for a while, I sometimes say to him something like, "Darling, I think you are due for a spanking, on my terms…" He used to resist this quite a lot, but over a time he's realized that it is good for our relationship if he stops trying to be in charge all the time and lets the fairer sex exert a little gentle (or quite harsh actually) discipline!
The funny thing is that when I've finished, he is often transformed into good (and often sexy) form from his previous mood or torpor. Maybe a hot red bottom is equivalent to a spicy curry or vigorous exercise? He knows that I do it because I love him, and just like with a naughty child, he knows that it is good for him really!
I also do it to him to if he's annoyed or disappointed me about something, particularly if it was avoidable; and if I don't think he's been thoughtful enough about my needs. I mean, I DO expect him to help with the dishwashing and other things around the house relatively often!
Very occasionally he has absolutely refused to accede to my request to be spanked, and this just means that when I finally do it to him, I make him feel it and I choose a time when I feel he would rather not be disciplined. One evening I gave him a really hard ‘bad' thrashing with our riding crop (which leaves great marks!) just before we had to go out to an elegant dinner. He was twitching all evening, partly because his bottom hurt and partly because he was feeling sexy for me but couldn't do anything about it.
Whichever sort of spanking it is, I make sure that it's never hurried. If it's a ‘good' spanking it helps us both savor the moment more, and if it's a ‘bad' (or "punishment"(!)) spanking, it allows him time to feel the power which his wife is exercising over him, and to feel the feeling of submitting, consenting, to discipline from his lady; to appreciate that the female sex can control the male; in her way.
I like too to have him stand "in the corner" or against a wall for a while after a ‘bad' spanking, with his pants either off or round his ankles of course. I did learn some things from my aunt! It's fun for me because I get to see his marked bottom. And he gets to feel humble and "in his place" for a while.
I enjoy (and my husband enjoys) reading about the experiences of others within the privacy of their own relationships. I never realized until recently how many women felt like me, or indeed how many men appreciate the warmth of the female hand (or worse) on their bare behind. A big part of it I think is that, while being chastised, part of the man returns to the love, safety and security of childhood, but this time with his sexy, loving wife keeping him on a sensible path.
Bridget