This is the first guest post from a reader of ours, “Adek”, who was kind enough to share his perspective on his recent and first DD spanking. Great post, thanks again Adek!
Sitting anxiously as I contemplate my request… A real disciplinary spanking. I’ve moved back and forth between implements and number of strikes. Her stipulation is that I set these parameters – we’re both new to this after all . At some point it’ll be taken out of my hands but I’m hoping I’ll be courageous enough to share the information that’ll make it effective. “A few lashes to the upper legs could help draw tears”. Will I point her towards the gifs showing a professional disciplinarian at work? “watch how fast they spank ”, “match the power behind their strikes” I need to let her know how to strike to make this a real spanking. Will I maintain position and take it like a man, will I wimp out? I’ve settled for 30, no 40 and back to 30 again strikes on each cheek. Perhaps with the belt, my first choice but that may be too noisy – are the children asleep?
We could opt for a freshly cut switch though it might disintegrate and I’m embarrassed to admit the detour I made to find it. Last choice is the cat 5 cable silent painful but it didn’t get me there last time. I’m hoping that the number of strikes, the speed and the power will make this a success.
Success is me in tears hating every second of the ordeal but enduring it. My bottom too painful to sit on, my pain a badge of honor. A pain that frees me (for now) from that ever present feeling of guilt.
And after? She emerges, belt in hand, newly minted disciplinarian having put me in my place, reducing me to tears. I look up in fear tinged awe, both of us registering, slowly at first, this is what SHE can do to me.
To be loved like this, a love that sees past your faults and draws out the best in you. To submit to a love that’s raw and real and straight to the point. She is my Warrior princess, I want to be shaped and coaxed into her prince. My heart full of gratitude for her shaping and her coaxing. I will endure this because my betterment makes me worthy, my submission frees me. As we tread this road less traveled, she is my guide, my wife, my love.
And so it begins.
It’s a hot evening, hotter than we’re used to in the English countryside. The preamble takes place and I’m glad to have shared the information of how to make this a “memorable” ordeal. The preamble ends with a few serious swats to my seat using various implements to gauge their intensity and noise.
She’s holding the freshly cut switch the most painful of the selection, it’s been trimmed to 80 cm the length of a traditional English cane. It leaves a fresh verdant scent reminiscent of a walk in the woods. We agree that she’ll give the 40 swats in sets of 20. One side then the next, back again and finishing on my right side. I’m perched bottom in the air face buried in the bed, I brace.
Whap, the first one didn’t seem so bad…
Whap, whap, whap..
“This is going to hurt”
The self talk starts:
“stay in position”
Whap, whap whap – I start to squirm…
“take it you idiot”
Whap, whap, whap.
She’s silent, controlled, measured watching her strokes land, later she’ll tell me that watching me squirm left her curious as to what appeal this held for me.
“Whap, whap, whap whap…”
The self talk intensifies
“Get up, take it, straighten up”
Whap, whap… I fall off my perch flinching and squirming with every stroke.
Eventually she moves to the other side those few seconds allow me to regain some of my composure and prepare for the onslaught.
I’m almost half way through this set before the squirming starts again. More self talk.
“Be a man, be a man”
She coolly goes about her business while I squeal and squirm and bitch until we reach the end of the allotted number.
It’s done, I survived. There are no tears but this was real and painful. I’m breathing deeply waiting for the euphoria to build.
I look up at my beautiful wife and she looks down at me then calmly asks
“do you want more?”
I know why she’s asking, we both know and I can’t resist.
Another 20 to each side and off we go…
A calmness has descended upon me – I’m still for most of the rest of my strokes, I take my head out of the pillow and my chest is out whilst these blows land. It’s no less painful but I’m taking my punishment with dignity. This is the man I want to be. Still there are moments when I lose my composure but I maintain this dignified poise for most of the rest of the session.
It feels transcendent and now it’s over.
I feel the welts under my fingers and the heat emanating from them. We lie in bed side by side, hand in hand and fall into a deep sleep.