Dear Aunt Kay,
I have visited your site often and I want to share with you something that I really haven't found yet: what goes through a man's mind regarding a spanking.
I am an intelligent and fun gentleman, most of the time. However, sometimes my sarcastic humor goes a bit too far or I commit some other infraction. My girlfriend simply raises her index finger and gives me "that look" that lets dme know what's in store for me. She doesn't say anything. Just raises her finger.
Immediately, my heart starts racing, my mouth goes very dry and I know I'm in trouble. Hanging in her pantry is a wooden paddle with holes and a thin leather strap. She turns and, regardless of where I am, leaves me. I can be standing in the garage, the backyard, the living room...it doesn't matter. I absolutely want to turn and run, but I don't.
The next thing I hear is, "John, will you come into the kitchen please?" I'm already clinching my teeth, balling my fists and my feet feel like lead as I walk into the kitchen. The mere sight of her standing there, paddle and strap in hand, sends my head spinning.
"Follow me, please." And I walk behind her as she leads me upstairs to the bedroom.
The ritual is always the same and I dread it. Her calm demeanor as she tells me why she is going to spank me is in direct contrast to the hard beating of my heart. Believe me, there are lots of "Yes, Ma'am...I understand" (s) as she goes over every detail of my transgression.
She has me bend over and grab my ankles. I wait for a bit and then I feel two hard (they really sting right through my trousers or jeans or whatever) swats. She asks me to take off a shoe and place it neatly in the closet. I'm back again and get two more and then I must take my other shoe and place it neatly next to the first.
She continues this procedure, two hard swats at a time, removing each article of clothing I am wearing. As I undress, and I feel the awful sting building in my bottom, my anxiety really grows. I know that very soon, I will feel those two hard swats on my bare bottom. It's difficult to describe it, but the psychological buildup of what is coming takes a very big toll on my entire being.
After the two on my bare bottom, she sends me to the corner. I am not allowed to rub out the sting and must stand there, hands at my sides, until she calls me out. My mind races, believe you me, when I'm in that corner. All I've gotten so far is a warmup.
I can't help myself. When she calls me out, I start apologizing like a school kid. She pays no mind. Her vanity stool is low to the floor, and I must kneel on it and then place my hands on the floor. You can imagine the position I am in and I'm almost shaking in anticipation.
I get the paddle again first. On my already sore bottom. I never know how long it will last. There is never any counting. Just swats on my poor bottom. My pleading does no good. the blood rushes to my head and the paddle lands again and again and I am feeling so sorry for myself. Throughout she reminds me why I'm being spanked and I make resolution not to repeat my mistake.
When she is finished with the paddle, she quickly picks up the strap and covers the entire lower curves of my bottom and very upper thighs. The strap burns like nothing else, and I am crying out as she goes to work on my most tender areas.
After she is satisfied that I've learned my lesson, I'm sent back to the corner. If I'm not moving quickly enough, I get a few more with the strap on my thighs. I feel so pitiful and embarrassed while I'm in the corner. I hear her go downstairs and I know she puts the paddle and strap back in place.
I am in the corner quite some time and when finally called out, I am required to join her in my PJs regardless of the time of day. When I do come down to meet her, the air has been cleared and I feel better. Of course, my bottom doesn't; it remains a reminder for several days of why I was spanked.
I share this with you because I want you to know what does, indeed, go through my mind. I am a 6'1", 190, athletic male. I am not a sissy. I am a good man that, occasionally needs to be reminded about manners or attitude or common courtesy.