I spank my boyfriend. Actually, now that I think about it, I’ve spanked every boyfriend I’ve ever had at least once, and most of them have been over my knee more than a few times. There is a wonderful and incredibly liberating feeling that comes from feeling his body bent over my lap, feeling my hand on his ass, and smacking as hard as I can until he squeals and moans and starts to squirm.
I love sitting down on the couch, legs together tightly, glaring at him angrily, and pointing down at my knee, waiting for him to obey. Other times I squeeze his face in my hand tightly, snarl at him, telling him what a spoiled little brat he is and how he knows what’s coming to him, and sit down quickly, shoving him over my knee while ordering, “Over my knee NOW”.
My boyfriend also knows how to bend over for the paddle or the cane. He’s also had to bring me a belt on a number of occasions. Most of the time, he is made to bring me the proper implement and to bend over, lower his pants and underwear, spread his, legs and grab his ankles. He must wait in this position while I lecture him, slapping the paddle or cane on my hand or snapping the belt as I do to remind him of what’s coming. Other times, when he has been especially impertinent, he must strip naked, bring me my chosen tool on his hands and knees, in his mouth, and remain on his hands and knees while his tight ass is punished. But spankings are often very spontaneous, and there are no set rules to our play. Sometimes I come up with fun new ideas, like making him wear my clothes for punishment.
So I’ve decided to write a series of articles for this blog about spankings my boyfriends have received over the years. I want to start with a humiliating public spanking my present boyfriend received a few months ago.
We were in our living room, sitting with two other couple who were over, both of whom we had known for about a year, having met through a mutual interest in BDSM. He and I were sitting next to each other on the couch; I was barefoot, wearing a cute green plaid skirt and a white t-shirt; he was wearing oversized bluejeans, cuffed at the ankles, and a black hoodie. He was also barefoot. He wears big black boots with heavy socks out, but goes barefoot around the house, like I always do.
The subject of conversation had somehow gotten on spanking (as it seems to more often that I might expect), and he mentioned always needed to be spanked. His arm was over my shoulder and he was sitting crosslegged next to me on the couch. I laughed and said that he’s had to spend quite a bit of time over my knee and in the corner afterwards; everyone laughed. Then my boyfriend mentioned that he was “owed” a spanking, and looked at my face, rubbing my back where nobody else could see.
In one swift motion, I had my hand behind his back and him bent across my lap. His position on the couch had made it very easy. I gave him two quick swats with my open hand across his butt in jeans, loudly saying how he did have it coming to him. I reached under him and found his belt already undone, quickly slid my hand around to the middle of his back and yanked his loose jeans and boxers down with one move. I began slapping hard on his bare ass with my open palm as the others watched, loudly telling him what a long time he’d had this coming for, what an impertinent little brat he was, and about how much more he had coming to him. I slapped his tight ass at least sixty or seventy times, until well after he had begun to wince and moan, before I finally asked him if he was ready to obey and allowed him to stand up. I then ordered him to stand in the corner until after our guests had left, and went on to spend a very pleasant evening with them.
