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One by one, like dominoes they fall.
Failing like a crumbling wall.
Try though they may, they don't know her need.
Ache and suffering, the heart still bleed.

Spinning and spinning out of control.
Lifeless spirit lost it's soul.
Lost her way, her destiny in doubt.
Cries and cries till eyes a drought.

Retracing her step, backwards she walks.
Walls and walls, can't escape the box.
Sides high enough so she cannot reach.
Sounds surpressed, she can't hear them preach.

The box her prison she cannot unlock.
She's caught between hard place and rock.
Deep down inside, still that little kid.
Waiting for one to open that lid.

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**Due to file size, this chapter was split... Please read #14 first. Sorry. Thank you!


Evan, nuzzled and sucked, licked and poked her to near madness. As she was coming down, from the first wave of orgasm, he applied the the vibrator to the metal ends of the clip and she came, in a cascade of quivering spasms and cries. He let her cool down for a moment and once again let the vibration surround her clit and she was gone, once more.

“Wow, Natasha said, trying to catch her breath. Was was that??! “

“Just a little token of my thanks”, he said sliding it off of her lips. It was a high end version, of the novelty, done in sterling silver with a few beads of aquamarine, dangling from its ends. This is for you to keep.”

“Thank you, Sir. I've seen others, but not so smooth and nice. This one is amazing!!”

“You're quite welcome, Natasha, he said kissing her. He soaped up his penis and balls and rinsed them well. He was very hard. He lifted her down, and stood, his hands gently pushed her down, and she began to return the favor. Her lips were full and soft, her tongue practiced and talented. It would not take him very long. He reached for the cane and as she took him fully into her mouth, he whipped the cane behind her, and cracked her down the center of her cheek. She did not expect it and he could feel the shock hit, as she gasped with her mouth full of him. She started to pull away, but Evan said, “No, no, Natasha, I want you to keep going, while I cane you. Don't resist me. I'm going to wrap your hair in my hand, to guide your mouth to do, as I desire. If you need a moment, squeeze my thigh, but otherwise, I'll be in control of this. He'd been holding her head in place, with just the head of his dick in her mouth. Now he had her hair in his grasp.

“Deeper, Natasha, let it into your throat…. That's it, just relax. Mmmm, yes!” Then he cracked her again, with the cane, when she was full of his cock. He kept her rhythm by moving his fist. She squeezed his thigh and he let her take a breath, then resumed the movement of his hand at the nape of her neck, and the stroke of the cane on her bottom. He could feel her strangled cries, but she kept on sucking, as he gave her a several more licks.

“Oh, Natasha, get ready, I'm about to explode! Swallow it, all of it, Mmmmmm…...oooOOOO!”
HE FIRED HIS SEED, in a ROAR! She struggled to swallow it all. It seemed like an endless load, burst after burst, hitting the back of her throat. She milked him dry with her luscious lips and talented mouth. He was very pleased.

“Just perfect, Natasha. I've left you a clean towel and I’ll give you privacy, to finish up. I want a moment in the room, to prepare your next surprise.”

Natasha wondered what in the world, he would do next. When she exited the shower, she found a jewelry box. In it, was a lovely silver chain. She washed off the clip and threaded the chain through the two loops and it made a stunning necklace. No one would know, its little secret. She really did have an amazing orgasm, and apparently a little gift to help her, have more. She was feeling a lot more motivated to please him.

When she entered the bedroom, she saw the spanking bench set up. Her bottom was very marked in red and purple. She wondered how much more he had in mind!!

“Now, Natasha, we're just going to finish up with some final discipline. You've done a very good job accepting your punishment. I'd like you naked on the bench, please.”

“Yes, Sir.”, She uttered, but she really didn't want any more! The back was raised, to jut out her bottom. He secured her wrists and ankles, adding a strap around her waist.

“Your bottom looks beautiful… it just needs a little more attention, to complete the canvas.
I know it is very, very hot already, but I'm going to give you a little more heat, in your seat”, he said chuckling. He unwrapped the sizable ginger root, he'd carved into a penis. He used some lubricant to ready the path, and used his finger to stretch her out.

“Oh, Sir, not in my bum… Please! It's so sore! I promise I'll be good!! He kept at it, adding lubricant, and pumping away at her little bum hole. She couldn't see what he was up to, but all at once she felt the root penetrate her rectum. It took only a brief time, before it began to hurt and burn. She realized, he'd put ginger inside of her and that the burn would grow and grow. “Oh, no… No, Sir!! Please!!”

“You'll accept your punishment young lady. We will commence with your final lesson.” He cracked her thighs with the cane, and she cried real tears!! She tried to push out the root, but he pushed it back in, even further. She thought he was finally done, when she heard his belt buckle. She sobbed, because the root was burning her so much and now, he was going to strap her. Evan only gave her five strokes of his belt, but they left a trail of destruction across her thighs and bottom. He let her be still for another minute and then removed the root. He undid the restraints, and let her up.

Natasha was still bawling, and he comforted her, sweetly. “There, there, it's all over now. Your naughty little bottom has learned a good, hard lesson, hasn't it? You won't be missing any classes again, and you won't soon forget this punishment, I imagine!”

“Yes, S-Sir!”, he had her, on his lap and she really released her tears. He loved the vulnerability, he'd exposed in her. He knew this cry would be cathartic for her. He'd not gotten real tears until now. He was satisfied, very satisfied!”

“Your may dress and you are excused,
Natasha.” he said. “You really were excellent and I'll be sure to tell David and James, what wonderful service I received. Thank you.”

She nodded and dressed quickly, and said, “Thank you, Sir. I've learned my lesson.” She couldn't wait to get to get out of work tonight.
She hurried away, hoping for a big tip!!

Northern Spanking
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*Sorry file size made it necessary to split this chapter. This is pt 1of 2.
The seven part is chap. 15. Ty

Natasha was warm, and her bottom, even warmer. Though it was comforting to be snuggled, in front of the fire, she wished he'd give her a little room…. After all, he'd spanked, paddled, bath brushed and caned her bottom, then given her an enema, was that not enough? She just wanted to rest for a minute, Her rear end was really smarting!!! If she could only close her eyes for a minute.

Evan saw and felt Natasha drift off to sleep, in his arms. She was a lovely girl, and most adaptable. He wondered how she'd like the next stage of their evening together. Part of it would be pleasant he thought, and give her a bit of a break, but the finish…. Well, David would get his money's worth.

Evan got up and had a cigar, leaving Natasha to catch a quick nap. He had been hard on her, and he'd seen it, wearing on her. Perhaps, He should have asked for a girl, who really enjoyed the pain, but he liked who he liked, and in the end, they'd do as they were told.

Naptime was over, he'd been patient, but he wasn't waiting any longer! He woke her, gently, just lightly rubbing her back and saying her name. “Natasha, you've had a bit of a rest, but it's time to get on with the evening.”

“Oh yes, Sir! I'm so sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to fall asleep. It has been a long day, is all. Please accept my apologies.”

“No, don't apologize, you needed a break, and I was pleased to give it to you. Maybe we should get into the shower, and wake up. I still feel the bath oil on my skin.” Evan was trying to find a way to restart the night. It felt awkward, to wake someone up with a spanking, but he wasn't done with her, quite yet. He thought the shower would be just the thing, to move things along.

“Yes, I could use a shower. I can feel the bath salts and oil too. We should have rinsed off.
I'll go and start it up, shall I, Sir? It's a lovely steam shower, with lots of shower heads.”

“That would be fine, Natasha. Thank you. You go ahead and get in and I'll join you.”

He'd used the showers before. They had a shelf or more what you'd call a bench, that was adjustable in height, in the corner. It could be used in variety of ways. To sit, have sex on it, to bend over it, or kneel on it. He loved those purple lines on her bum, but wanted to add a few more. He also wanted to pleasure her with his mouth, something he'd always been good at.
He'd decided he'd go down on her first, with a little something extra, and then let her suck him off, as he caned her bottom. He'd strike her vertically, leaving a weave of lines going up and down, to add the the ones going across her lovely bottom, finishing with a few more to her thighs. He had also carved a phallus, of ginger, to pop up her little bum. She would certainly be burning up, before he was done.

He stashed a clitty clip, water proof vibrator, a cane, lubricant and ginger outside the shower, but within reach. He entered the shower, and they began to rub and wash each other. The sea sponge was soapy and soft, and the water felt heavenly, rushing at them, from every angle. Natasha was smiling, at his touch, and his fingers caressed and coaxed her awake. He knew by the way her hips were moving against him, that she was excited. He lifted her up, so her bottom sat, just on the edge of the shelf. He had raised it earlier to the desired height. He kneeled below her, opening her legs wide, to rinse off the soap. Evan used his mouth, to thank her for the wonderful performance. His hands slid over her thighs and sit spots, which hung off the shelf. His fingers explored her orifices and his tongue slid between the lips of her vulva and around her clitoris. He reached out of the shower and found the clip. It was almost like a big bobby pin, but with a larger, and more defined loop, at the end. He found the pleasure center, and pulled it outward, sliding the open end of the clip behind it and around it, sliding it into the inner labia. It effectively held that little button, exposed, and it one place. The two long ends were mostly to stabilize it, but when you touched a vibrator to them, it sent a buzz of stimulation, around the clit, that felt AMAZING.
(*Note - there is a picture of this jewelry, in my photo album. )

Evan, nuzzled and sucked, licked and poked her to near madness. As she was coming down, from the first wave of orgasm, he applied the the vibrator to the metal ends of the clip and she came, in a cascade of quivering spasms and cries. He let her cool down for a moment and once again let the vibration surround her clit and she was gone, once more.

“Wow, Natasha said, trying to catch her breath. Was was that??! “

“Just a little token of my thanks”, he said sliding it off of her lips. It was a high end version, of the novelty, done in sterling silver with a few beads of aquamarine, dangling from its ends. This is for you to keep.”

“Thank you, Sir. I've seen others, but not so smooth and nice. This one is amazing!!”

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Hi, you guys! I have a random question. When you're attempting to be my friend on here, why does it feel like you're actually ignoring me? Is it because you're trying to gain points with friendships but aren't really talkative in nature? Please don't use my friendship like that. When you click on my profile in hopes to be my friend, go ahead and say something...or send me a message. I'm a nice girl, I'll talk to you. Thanks for listening! ^_^

Northern Spanking
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I am being a good girl today honest... If I am not u can spank me...... Wink...... Smiling

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Ever have those days and times that you feel like someone is trying to interfere with your plans and life

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Gigans - my profile flickr.com

https://www.flickr.com/photos/139758145@N05/

Photos:
Leather belts, leather military belts, leather duty belts, corporal punishment, spanking,... :-)



Northern Spanking
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I am kept busy everyday with my little farm but the help I have received and indeed the encouragement from people is amazing. I am up very early every morning while Jen is cuddled up in bed,but there is something very peaceful about getting up and working on one's own.Jen is not happy with me because I put the alarm clock in the bedroom forward two and a half hours yesterday morning and when she woke up she thought it was a weekday and she had to go to work. Jen gets up every morning at 6am,I get up at 3:30 am,cows will not milk themselves. When Jen did get up yesterday it took her a few minutes to realise what I had done and that it was 3:30am and not 6am. There was some pushing and shoving in the bedroom before she agreed to help me with the milking. Of course our chores around the farm turned a little frisky and before long we were up to lots of wicked things,LOL.Then we had breakfast and decided to get my niece back for frightening the shit out of us while she was in London. We stood outside her bedroom,I held a pot and Jen held a bucket of water. I began to beat the pot and when my niece came to the door to complain,Jen soaked her,and our floor, with the water,"payback can be a bitch",to use my niece's words. My niece was not happy and war has been declared,Jen has already had the air let out of her car tyres and I am checking behind me everywhere I go around the house.I will just have to accept that my niece will get me at some point,LOL.

Working around the farm brought a memory of school back to me the other day. I sat down and was eating an apple and for some reason Sister Mary Gabriel came into my mind. It must have been March or April 1983 and I was 15. Everyone in my class had to find work experience for two weeks as part of the curriculum. I was excited about getting out of school for the two weeks and working somewhere until Sister Mary Gabriel singled me out and picked me to work for the nuns as part of my work experience. I spent the two weeks cleaning floors and working in the kitchen in the house where the nuns lived. This was a hugh house,still stands today,and I remember my every move being watched I remember being sent to the orchard to sweep up leaves and Sister Mary Gabriel questioning me because I knew my way to the orchard without her telling me. Truth be told a few weeks prior to my work experience me and another girl,Judy, had sneaked through the nun's private gardens to the orchard and 'liberated' some apples. We returned with the apples to three of our friends who refused to come with us,out of cowardice or common sense,depends on your point of view.I told Sister Mary Gabriel that I had seen a nun come along the pathway earlier that day,this was a complete lie,but she bought it and I escaped her ruler on that occasion.

In between my work on the farm I am about to start painting the hallway in our home. I want to paint it yellow,Jen wants to leave it the way it is,my niece wants it painted a peach colour. I am waiting until they go to the city tomorrow and then I will paint it yellow,I will just have to fight off Jen with her cream paint when she gets home. My study is just out of shot in the photo,but it is on the right,be thankful you are not summoned in there!

Have a great week my friends and be safe.


My little herd. Have a good one my friends.

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In controle of the bdsm community as a whole no matter the label.

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This sketch is a bit of a fantasy of mine. If we had our own space and have 2 frames up, with harnesses top and bottom. Leaving a wide open space for Master to be able to walk all the way around and aim wherever he wants.

Being blindfolded, too, so I can't see what's happening, he can use wax play, pegs and clamps. Even trying fire play.

But if only we have the space to do this, have our own basement tohaving these big items.

Northern Spanking
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new blog feature - I'm calling it: WTF?

(yes, I'm stooping to posting cat photos)

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For those who are interested - the Video is now uploaded for yesterday's Spanking, PLUS 2 new Photos of additional 82 Swats today (Which had to miss the marks from yesterday! It has been a thoroughly rewarding two days! pity the second one couldn't also be videoed! :-(

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Evan entered the bathroom, just as Natasha was climbing into the hot, sudsy bath. He caught a glimpse of her red rumps as it submerged, into the water. What a vision! Her fiery fanny made, sinking into the white foam!
He had changed into lounging pants, and removed his shirt. The tub was large and made for coupling. Soon he would join her. He just had a few accoutrements to gather and then the fun could begin.

“Oh, that stings!” Natasha said, as the hot water touched her sore behind. Evan smiled, thinking of the shock. “What's that?” , She asked, searching in the water. She had stepped on the cane, he'd put in the bath.
She brought it up, in her hand, and he could see the concern pass over her face. It was made of bamboo. Evan had wanted to soak it for a couple of reasons. A cane that was soaked, was less likely to splinter and it also delivered more of a sting, with each stroke.

“Just leave that in there, Natasha, over to the side, in case it's needed”, he said wickedly. He stripped of his pants, revealing an impressive and excited penis, and climbed in behind her. There, that was nice, he thought, pulling her bottom between his legs and tucking his hard shaft, between her ass cheeks. The water smelled lovely, and the bubbles and oils made their skin just slightly slippery. It felt amazing, to feel her slick skin, all around his hard dick. She was relaxing now, falling back against his muscular chest. Her hands glided up and down his powerful thighs. She felt so petite, fitting comfortably in his arms. He kissed the back of her neck, lifting her hair, and twisting it around his hand, pulling her head back, loving the long lines of her throat. His mouth found hers, and he slowly explored her, with his tongue. Her throaty response swelled, and he tasted the sounds of her excitement, as he licked her lips.

Evan took a big sea sponge, and lathered it, with a body wash of seagrass and lemon. It had such a clean scent. He used it to soap up her breasts and stomach, as her torso elongated and slid against him. He circled her areola with his finger, watching it swell, then pinched her nipple firmly, twisting it, just a little. As it became firmer, he flicked it, until it was hard. He blew on it, and tiny goosebumps surfaced. He felt her quiver. He shifted her, on his lap, and he could now reach her nipple, with his mouth. He began to caress her with her hands, as he planted his soft lips on her nipple. The hard tip of her nipple begged to be nibbled. He gently let his teeth hold and stretch it as he sucked harder, pulling and tugging at the soft tissue. Moans of pleasure began to stir, and his hand slid between her legs. He turned her around and scooted down, so she could straddle him.
His cock was so hard, Evan slid it right into her. He pulled her all the way onto him. He was completely inside her. She threw back her head, and sighed, as he penetrated her. He could feel her wanting to ride him, but he held her tightly, against him, not moving. He could feel her muscles twisting and pulsating around him, as they tried to adjust and accommodate, his great size. He moved his hips in small circles, while feeling the end of her vaginal canal. He was touching her cervix, with his head of his big cock. Mmmm, she was beautiful.

He not allow himself to come, but, after a few minutes, he drew back his pelvis and thrusted himself into her depths and out, again. He put his thumb on her clitoris, and rammed his penis, into her sacred space. She was close to climax. He rubbed her faster and squeezed her bottom as he impaled her. She bounced on him and she came, with the sweetest little sounds. He fought, to hold on, and withdrew as soon as she was done. His cock throbbed with blood, wanting to release, but he would wait, and then relish his reward.

“Mmmm… Very nice, Miss Natasha… But you have been a naughty, naughty girl, and now that I've given your a little lesson in Sex Ed, we'll resume your punishment. Hand me that bath brush and stand. I want you to bend over and put your hands on the end of the tub. Your bottom is nice and wet, so this is REALLY going to sting. Spread your legs. He was still seated in the tub. He slid his legs between hers.
He could see up between her legs. He took the bath brush and began paddling her. The water droplets flew, as it impacted. She cried out, with each slap. She tried to twist and clench, but she could not escape him. Each whack left an oval of white, that quickly turned to red and then colored further, to plum. About ten smacks in, he could feel that he was getting a better reaction. He made her crouch down to dip her bottom into the bath water. As she stood, he resumed with the hard slap of the brush hitting her cheeks and now her thighs. She began to sob, and he stopped, to sooth her, rubbing her scorching ass and blowing cool air, onto her thighs.

“Oh, Sir, please, I'm very sore!! Please keep rubbing me… It feels soooo good!! Mmmmm, I'll do whatever you tell me to, just please, no more, I'll be good.”

“You will do as I say, because I tell you to do it. You are not in a position to negotiate, young lady. I am going to blister your bottom tonight, and I'm going to enjoy it. Now, if you want a break from the brush, I'll be happy to oblige!”
Evan found the cane, and stood, stepping from the bath. “Dip in again, Natasha”.

She was facing away, and didn't see the cane in his hand. She stood and bent again, expecting his hand. Instead the wet cane cracked across her cheeks. “OWWWWW”, she said as she burst into tears, but he didn't stop until she had ten, clear lines on her bottom, raised in purple.

Evan wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed a big bath sheet and wrapped her up in it. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her at the end of the bed, close to the fire and and got them both a fresh drink. The hearth was ablaze, and they were cozy and warm. Her bottom was also warm, scalding to be truthful! She was quick to roll into her tummy, as he placed her on the bed. He found some cream and rubbed it into her tender bottom and stinging thighs. He cuddled up behind her as they dried by the fire. Her bottom was pretty marked now, so he'd have be cautious, in the hours ahead. He felt content, but he still had a few more surprises, for the beautiful Natasha.

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I didn't get a real, honest spanking until I was in 11th grade. I'd gotten a few swats from my parents, but nothing serious. I was a good kid, didn't get in trouble much.

Then I and three buddies decided to roughhouse once too often in gym class. The gym teacher was a tough guy, but we didn't know how tough... yet. He told us to stay after class. We all thought we were in for a lecture, maybe some yelling, maybe detention at worst.

Nope.

He brought us back to his office. First thing he does is tell us he's had it with our not following directions, and fooling around during class, and this time he's going to make sure it never happens again. So he tells all four of us to drop our gym shorts and underwear, then put our hands behind our heads.

I thought I hadn't heard him right, but my three buddies start pulling down their shorts and briefs, and I did the same.

At that point, I realized what was going to happen.

He unhooks a varnished wooden paddle from a peg on the wall, and tells one of my friends to bend over the desk, elbows and hands on the desk top. Looking like he's so scared he's gonna piss himself, he does. The gym teacher lines up his aim, and delivers the first stroke across my friend's bare ass.

He jumped, and winced, but didn't yell. Then another stroke, then another. And finally he starts making noise -- a grunt each time the paddle landed.

And that's when I had this sudden shocked realization that I was getting off on watching him get spanked.

The noises he was making were like the noises guys make when they orgasm. Even his face tensing up was like it. Something about the rhythm was really exciting.

So now I had another thing to worry about -- besides knowing I was in for a hard bare-ass paddling, I had to concentrate on not popping a hard-on in front of the gym teacher and my friends.

I at least succeeded that far. Finally, the first guy was given his dozen licks, and was told to get up and resume standing with his hands behind his head, and the second guy was told to assume the position.

That's when I realized another thing; because of the way we were lined up, I was going to be last. I had to watch all three of my friends get their spankings before it'd be my turn.

So the second guy is bent over the desk, and the paddling started. He took it better than the first guy did -- he was almost silent. Didn't stop me from watching every stroke, though, nor feeling the tension building in my crotch.

Then it was my third friend's turn. He was clearly freaking out badly. He told me afterwards that his parents never hit him at all, and he was terrified. By the fifth lick of the paddle, he was crying, and every stroke made him cry harder, and near the end he was saying, "Please... please..." every time the paddle hit his bare ass. But finally he was done, too, and told to go stand against the wall with the other two...

... and it was my turn.

I was in a huge chaos of emotions. I was hoping I wouldn't start crying, but not sure I'd be able to. I was scared of the pain. I was half wondering if my friends would watch my paddling with the same interest as they watched mine. (I never asked -- never found out if any of them shared my kink.)

Then the paddle struck my ass, and I stopped thinking about anything but how much it stung.

The guy knew how to deliver a paddling. He didn't do it fast -- he gave a good count of five between strokes. I was able to stay silent until about the seventh stroke, which stung so much that I groaned. After that, it was a grunt or a yelp every time. But then the gym teacher finished my dozen, and told me to go stand with my friends.

He said he hoped that'd end our bullshit, and next time it'd be two dozen each. "Now pull up your pants and go to the locker room and get changed and go to class." He wrote us out late notes for our next class so we wouldn't get in even more trouble, and sent us away.

I didn't think about much else for the rest of the day -- my stinging butt kept reminding me. And that night at about 11 o'clock, when I lay in bed masturbating hard and about to orgasm, I found myself thinking not about my usual fantasies of sex, but remembering watching my friends receiving a dozen strokes of the paddle -- and how it'd felt getting mine. I remember that I came so hard that the first spurt hit me in the face...

And I've been fascinated with guys getting (and giving) spankings ever since.

Northern Spanking
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I didn't get a real, honest spanking until I was in 11th grade. I'd gotten a few swats from my parents, but nothing serious. I was a good kid, didn't get in trouble much.

Then I and three buddies decided to roughhouse once too often in gym class. The gym teacher was a tough guy, but we didn't know how tough... yet. He told us to stay after class. We all thought we were in for a lecture, maybe some yelling, maybe detention at worst.

Nope.

He brought us back to his office. First thing he does is tell us he's had it with our not following directions, and fooling around during class, and this time he's going to make sure it never happens again. So he tells all four of us to drop our gym shorts and underwear, then put our hands behind our heads.

I thought I hadn't heard him right, but my three buddies start pulling down their shorts and briefs, and I did the same.

At that point, I realized what was going to happen.

He unhooks a varnished wooden paddle from a peg on the wall, and tells one of my friends to bend over the desk, elbows and hands on the desk top. Looking like he's so scared he's gonna piss himself, he does. The gym teacher lines up his aim, and delivers the first stroke across my friend's bare ass.

He jumped, and winced, but didn't yell. Then another stroke, then another. And finally he starts making noise -- a grunt each time the paddle landed.

And that's when I had this sudden shocked realization that I was getting off on watching him get spanked.

The noises he was making were like the noises guys make when they orgasm. Even his face tensing up was like it. Something about the rhythm was really exciting.

So now I had another thing to worry about -- besides knowing I was in for a hard bare-ass paddling, I had to concentrate on not popping a hard-on in front of the gym teacher and my friends.

I at least succeeded that far. Finally, the first guy was given his dozen licks, and was told to get up and resume standing with his hands behind his head, and the second guy was told to assume the position.

That's when I realized another thing; because of the way we were lined up, I was going to be last. I had to watch all three of my friends get their spankings before it'd be my turn.

So the second guy is bent over the desk, and the paddling started. He took it better than the first guy did -- he was almost silent. Didn't stop me from watching every stroke, though, nor feeling the tension in building in my crotch.

Then it was my third friend's turn. He was clearly freaking out badly. He told me afterwards that his parents never hit him at all, and he was terrified. By the fifth lick of the paddle, he was crying, and every stroke made him cry harder, and near the end he was saying, "Please... please..." every time the paddle hit his bare ass. But finally he was done, too, and told to go stand against the wall with the other two...

... and it was my turn.

I was in a huge chaos of emotions. I was hoping I wouldn't start crying, but not sure I'd be able to. I was scared of the pain. I was half wondering if my friends would watch my paddling with the same interest as they watched mine. (I never asked -- never found out if any of them shared my kink.)

Then the paddle struck my ass, and I stopped thinking about anything but how much it stung.

The guy knew how to deliver a paddling. He didn't do it fast -- he gave a good count of five between strokes. I was able to stay silent until about the seventh stroke, which stung so much that I groaned. After that, it was a grunt or a yelp every time. But then the gym teacher finished my dozen, and told me to go stand with my friends.

He said he hoped that'd end our bullshit, and next time it'd be two dozen each. "Now pull up your pants and go to the locker room and get changed and go to class." He wrote us out late notes for our next class so we wouldn't get in even more trouble, and sent us away.

I didn't think about much else for the rest of the day -- my stinging butt kept reminding me. And that night at about 11 o'clock, when I lay in bed masturbating hard and about to orgasm, I found myself thinking not about my usual fantasies of sex, but remembering watching my friends receiving a dozen strokes of the paddle -- and how it'd felt getting mine. I remember that I came so hard that the first spurt hit me in the face...

And I've been fascinated with guys getting (and giving) spankings ever since.

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So who prefers what

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