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The Beginner’s Guide to Self-Spanking

spankingtheatre:

This is a repost, the original post fell victim to Tumblr’s filters.

Self-spanking is a lot like masturbation. In private, many enjoy doing it. But you’ll rarely hear many people talking about it.

I’m often asked for advice on self-spanking
by readers who are intrigued by the experience, yet who feel awkward
spanking themselves. This is, I believe, because spanking is more than
just smacks on the bottom, it’s as much a mental experience as a
physical one. Engaging your imagination is the key to a satisfying
spanking, whether you’re alone or with a partner. So in this guide, I
hope to address the practicalities of self-spanking, and provide some
ideas for creating fulfilling and arousing playtimes.

First, let’s consider a question, asked by many, especially those yet to try it.


Why would anyone want to spank themselves?

My answer is that fundamentally, self-spanking is just another form of play.

Think
about it this way: vibrators stimulate nerves in the pussy, and
spankings stimulate nerves in the bottom. Whilst the sensations might be
different, impacts rather than rubbings and vibrations, they are
transmitted by exactly the same nerves: the Pudendal and the Perineal
nerves. When your brain receives signals from these nerves, it
interprets them as coming from the whole genital area. As a result, a
side-effect of spankings is the erotic sensation in the genitals, even
though those areas are not actually being touched.

The Pudendal
and the Perineal nerves are located in the lower parts of the buttocks,
near the anus and just above the tops of the thighs. That’s why this
‘sit-spot’ area is the favoured area for spanking, it’s where smacks are
felt most intensely and pleasurably.

Spankings can also, of
course, be painful; that’s why they’ve historically been a form of
punishment. Pain is your body’s early warning signal, alerting you to
the fact that your body is at risk of damage and injury. So normally,
our response to these sensations is aversion, to move away from what’s
causing the damage. Adrenaline surges through us, our heart races, our
minds concentrate. But if you’re over someone’s knee being spanked,
running away is no longer an option; you must instead grimace and bear
it.

When pain is unavoidable, our brains start to release natural
opiates called endorphins, which not only dull the pain signals
received, so they do not become overwhelming, but also produce a floaty
euphoric feeling. Our bodies have a limited stockpile of endorphins,
once they’re released it takes a while to replenish. Which is one of the
reasons why those with spanked bottoms are often sent to the corner: so
they get to feel the soreness and stinging they’ve received when the
fug of their endorphins wear off.

It is this combination of
arousing tingles in the genitals, adrenaline rushes and natural highs
that, when performed right, can make spankings so pleasurable. So if you
enjoy the sensation of a smacked bottom, there’s nothing wrong with
delivering that feeling to yourself.

Hence I consider
self-spanking a form of masturbation. I regard it as a form of self-love
rather than self-harm, a form of self-pleasuring rather than
self-mortification. Spanking is a complementary physical sensation to
the joys of genital rubbing, and as those who’ve experienced a spanking
already know, well-smacked bottoms tend to lead to the most intense
orgasms…

As a result, for many who enjoy spanking stories,
self-spanking is just a natural extension of how they masturbate, giving
them the chance to experience for themselves some of the physical
sensations they’ve just been reading about. After all, what else could
make story about submission any more erotic, than physically submitting
yourself to the story?

Yet it would be wrong to consider
self-spankings as an activity of last resort, an ersatz experience when
no spanker is nearby. On the contrary, it provides a way for readers to
play in the privacy of their own homes, to indulge their own fantasies,
without weirding out a partner or revealing what they’d rather keep to
themselves. It’s the same reason why many with regular sexual partners
still like to play with themselves.

Having explained why
self-spanking is popular, you might be getting curious, tempted to try
the experience for yourself. So the next section will explain some of
the basic practicalities for the benefit of beginners.


How to Get Started

Giving
yourself a spanking is as simple as reaching back and slapping your own
bottom. But there’s a few practical aspects worth considering that will
make the experience more intense, and enjoyable.  

The first is
choosing what you’ll spank yourself with, whilst you can use the palm of
your hand, you’ll achieve a far better sensation with a proper spanking
implement. This is because of science! Specifically, the mechanics of
levers – a spanking implement will multiply the force you apply to
yourself, giving a harder whack for the same effort. Using an implement
also means you’ll experience a single impact sensation, having your palm
sting at the same time as your bottom tends to break the spell of what
you’re imagining.

Good items to use for spanking can be found all
around the house. Try slippers, flip-flops, wooden rulers, hairbrushes,
wooden spoons, spatulas, and bath-brushes. Then if, once you get into
it, you want to get more serious about bottom smacking, you can add a
proper spanking paddle to your basket the next time you go sex toy
shopping.

If you’re not an experienced spankee you’ll quickly
discover some implements are more painful than others. Generally
speaking, the harder and heavier the material, the less forgiving it
will be. So sturdy hairbrushes will hurt more than light balsa wood
spatulas. Implements that flex, like flip-flops and slippers will be
more forgiving than rigid items like rulers and brushes.

The next
issue to consider is what position to adopt whilst spanking yourself.
For this, choose whatever you find most comfortable, or best fits the
fantasy you’re imagining. You might want to bend over a pile of pillows,
or the edge of a sofa, or straddle the corner of your bed.

Other
positions you might try are leaning against a wall, over the back of a
chair or a banister, of kneeling on cushions with your bum in the air.
The possibilities are too numerous to list, just choose one that
supports your own weight comfortably, and leaves your strongest arm free
to reach around to apply your chosen implement to your bottom.

The
position you choose will dictate the angle that you’ll spank yourself
from, usually reaching back and around. For a different sensation you
can try lying on your back and lifting your legs, allowing you to spank
in between them, this position is particularly good for smacking your
sit-spots, and enjoying the ‘shame’ of exposing yourself.

The
duration of your spanking is also up to you to decide, it will depend on
the implement you use and your own tolerance of pain. The key here is
to start small, and build up until you find the degree of soreness you
find most satisfying.

If you’re new to self-spanking, you might
like to choose a softer implement like a slipper, and give yourself a
single smack on each cheek, then pause and feel the warmth on your
bottom. Then spank again, maybe adding a couple more smacks before your
next pause. Perhaps when your bottom starts getting sore, you can take
break, imagine you’ve been sent to the corner, and stand facing the
wall, feeling cool air wafting over your hot cheeks. Then maybe your
imaginary disciplinarian decides your spanking wasn’t sufficient, and
your brattiness earns you a trip across their knee for seconds.

Once
you’re comfortable with the sensation of being spanked, try timing
yourself, so you can measure the duration of your spanking in minutes.

One
last consideration is privacy. Unlike masturbation, which you can do
virtually silently in your own bedroom, the noise of a spanking is
unavoidable. This shouldn’t be a problem if you live alone or with a
kinky partner, but otherwise you’ll be limiting your self-spankings to
times when you’re alone in your home.

So, that’s the physical
practicalities of self-spanking, now let’s consider the mental side, and
in particular, how do you make it erotic?



The Importance of Turning Yourself On

Here I’m going to introduce three ways how you might eroticise a self-spanking session.

The first is what I’d call Spank-As-You-Read, and is described in Naughty Game #6 – Naughty Reading.
This involves reading a spanking story, and imagining yourself as
somehow inside it, so when you read about spankings, you get to
experience them vicariously. The benefit here is the story is scripted
for you, it’s like a roller-coaster, you just buckle in and enjoy the
ride.

Perhaps you already masturbate when you read spanking
stories. Imagine if, instead of riding to orgasm, you put your fingers
of your weaker hand between your legs, and used your stronger hand to
rub your bottom with a slipper. Then, the rubs would soon turn into
spanks, and you’d begin to grind against your fingers. You’d smack
slowly, savouring the sound of the slap, the lingering sting.

Soon
you’ll be immersed in the story, your imagination engaged, can you
imagine you’re in it? Perhaps you’ll act out what you’re reading, speak
the dialogue aloud. A climax will be inevitable, but this one will be
different, you’ll end the tale with a delightfully warm bottom of your
own, and a head full of delicious thoughts.

The
second way to act out a fantasy of your own. This gives you the freedom
to improvise, and indulge the kind of activities that turn you on. There
is an art to getting into the right mindset for make-believe though, if
you find this difficult, you might want to warm yourself up with some
suitable erotica first, either visual or the written word.

Perhaps
you’ll imagine a favourite scenario, like reporting to the headmaster,
or being sent to bed early by Daddy. Or even to re-enact a spanking
picture of video you really enjoy. You might want to dress up for the
occasion, invent a bit of a back story, apologise or plead aloud when
it’s made clear your bare bottom is due for a whacking. Perhaps there
will be cornertime, writing of lines or a confession no one will ever
read. Just engage your imagination and invent a scene you’ve always
wanted to come true.

Here are the challenges I’ve posted so far. Enjoy your adventures…

Day 1 – The Fascination of Spanking

Day 2 – Choices and Consequences

Day 3 – Dressing Up

Day 4 – Anticipation

Day 5 – Cornertime

Day 6 – Alter Ego

Day 7 – Being Naughty

Day 8 – Bottom Inspection

Day 9 – Pillow Hump

Day 10 – Echoes

Day 11 – Christmas Story

Day 12 – Star in a Story

Day 13 – The Proper Way to Watch a Spanking Video

Day 14 – A Note From School

Day 15 – Fire and Ice

Several readers have been in touch asking how to incorporate more bottom-smacking into their play. So if getting more spankings is one of your resolutions this year, you might be interested in these playtime ideas…

Naughty Games Galore

foryourpleasureee:

Since last Monday (9/10) I’ve been incredibly horny, like more so than I’ve been in a while. 

Of course I come (hehe) to Tumblr order to find some inspiration to help me with my drippy situation. A couple months ago I discovered the amazing blog @spankingtheatre and the amazing Naughty Games that the blog has. I finally tried a few new ones out in the past few days and I was definitely not disappointed in the least. 

On Wednesday I started out with the game Secret Reading and added some spanking with my hairbrush to add to the pleasure. Iwas a total mess by the end of the story, but before allowing myself to properly pleasure myself i also decided to play the Sensations as I am a definitely a fan of edging, as well as denial and so I set apart some time and got going. The most surprising body parts that I enjoyed were my forearms and my toes. They both made me squirm delightfully, I honestly felt like I could’ve possibly came from the sensations those two areas sent through my body, but that’s an experiment for another time perhaps. 

As if those two games weren’t enough for one night I also attempted to make my own Panty Pulling Chair, but as I did not have the proper equipment to make one, I was left disappointed at the lack of a pink stripe, as I had too much slack on my extension cord I was using.

So on Thursday night I bought some twine while I was at the grocery store, and despite it being such an innocuous purchase I felt a thrill knowing that I was going to be using it for something so kinky. 

When I got home I got to work on making my chair and oh my I was certainly not disappointed by the effects of it. I decided to reread the story that started it all, The Sit Down Dance. I found my self itching to get started and took the first pillow off within five minutes of starting, even before the girls in the story get their punishment. I don’t remember when I took the second and third ones out, only remembering that I was eager to feel my panties pulling between my slit. I took out the last one about halfway through Part 2 and unlike the girls in the story, I began to squirm attempting to get in a position that allowed the most kind of stretch I was looking for. i

After a quick bottom inspection in the mirror to see my beautiful pink stripe I needed some sort of release, as I did not touch myself at all while on the chair. 

I decided to try out yet another one of SpankingTheatre’s wonderfully crafted games and made myself a Throne of Shame with my newly purchased (earlier that day) suction cup dildo. 

Despite how wet I was it was a bit painful to sit on, but I brought a vibrator to my clit and began edging myself over and over. I would take the vibe off as soon as I got close to the edge and would count to fifty before putting it back. My goal was to make it to 25 edges but with all the counting I had to do I lost track somewhere around 10. I was on my throne for at least an hour if not more. I honestly don’t know what number I stopped at, but I stopped after I waited a few seconds too long and felt myself tumbling over the edge and ruined my orgasm. After I got off my throne, I immediately wanted my cunt to be filled right up with something and so I put a plug in there so I wouldn’t feel so empty.  

I went to bed sopping wet and woke up in the same condition. and possibly even more horny than I was the night before.

Since Thursday I have been wearing a homemade crotch rope from the twine on and off throughout the day, as well as plugging my pussy, just so I can feel full, while also feeling a bit of thrill from going out in public and hoping that maybe just maybe someone somehow knows what a filthy girl I am. Last night I made my throne again, but was only able to get two edges in before I had to ruin another orgasm. 

I really must work on holding them back, but in my denied state I don’t know if that is possible anymore. 

As I type this out I am once again sitting on my throne, occasionally sliding up and down and really really enjoying the fullness of my cunt. I’m going to edge myself once before leaving to go to the movies with my friends while wearing my crotch rope and having a plugged pussy so I can come back and resume my seat on my throne. 

Overall I just have to say a huge thank you to the man behind SpankingTheatre for my naughty adventures this week, and probably a lot more in the future!

Many thanks to @foryourpleasureee for writing up her experiences. I hope she’ll be sitting on her panty-pulling chair reading this, seeing the likes accumulate, the nods of all other readers who she’s aroused and inspired.

And for those who haven’t encountered the series of naughty games I’ve posted over recent years, here’s the complete list:

So, if newcomers are stumbling upon these challenges for the first time through this post, I wish you all some very enjoyable playtimes. And many exciting, inventive and arousing games of self-discovery…

Why I went to work without wearing any panties

spankingtheatre:

An anonymous reader writes:

With butterflies in my tummy I climbed the stairs to my apartment, well
aware of what was waiting for me when I walked through the door.

It
sat innocuously in my bedroom. Polished wood gleaming in the last rays
of sun filtering through the windows. Upon its seat, four pillows, a ribbon and pair
of black lace fringed panties. If I was going to receive a stripe, I’d wanted to do it in style.

Cautiously I tip-toed
around the chair, nervous about doing the sit down dance. I took my time
undressing. Neatly hanging my work clothes in the closet. Eventually naked, and
resigned to my fate, I turned towards the chair and readied myself, pulling my black panties
snug against my slit, then taking my seat, and tying them firmly to the back of the chair.

The rules were to read the whole story, and take one cushion away each time I commenced a new part. Four parts, four pillows.

Removing the first
pillow, I relaxed back into the chair and began the introduction. My panties were tight against my
mound… but not unbearable. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as bad as I remembered.

Time
came for the second part. Panties snug against my bare slit, I squirmed
a bit. Color rising in my cheeks. At first I read casually.. but with
each little wiggle at the particularly salacious bits my panties were
tugged more firmly against my mound. My reading pace increased. A little
grin formed as Addison made her appearance, but soon my attentions
strayed back to the slowly increasing burn between my legs.

All
too quickly it was time for the third part. I whined to myself, now
reluctant to remove the next pillow. Chewing on my lip, I finally removed it, gasping as my panties were pulled tighter against my poor abused little
slit and bottom hole. I struggled not to move. It had now moved past
uncomfortable to painful. I read quickly, trying hard not to grind against
the cloth nestled roughly against my swollen clit. I was not convinced
increasing the burning ache of the stripe was quite worth the effort of
trying to rub my clit against the panties.

The
delicious scene with Penny soon appeared on my screen. My jaw hung loosely, I was nearly panting. I wanted to touch so, so badly.
I wanted to grind against the fabric until I came hard with my legs
wide open on the chair. But the stripe hurt. And I found myself doubting I’d be able make it through to the finale…

Keep reading

As I’ve sent a few naughty young ladies to the panty-pulling chair recently, I’m reminded of this wonderful reader reminiscence, which evocatively describes the experience of the sit-down dance, and its subsequent after-effects. Perhaps the curious might be tempted to try it themselves…

10 Reasons for Bottom Inspections

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All good spankings should end with a bottom inspection.

Where the spankee is exposed and examined by their spanker, who intimately surveys the effects of the spanking they’ve administered.

The picture above is of a naughty young lady I
recently spanked. One of the
pictures taken during her subsequent inspection marvelously captured the very moment her arousal dripped from
her swollen lips. So I asked to her to trace the picture, and with her
agreement, it’s posted here to conclude her punishment. So everyone can
see what a well-spanked, naughty girl she is.

And so everyone can see the physical effect a good bottom inspection can have too.

But there’s more to inspections than just amplifying post-spanking arousal, I can think of at least 10 reasons why inspections deserve to be an integral part of your spankings:

  1. prolonging the moment
  2. making it real
  3. sharing vulnerability
  4. embarrassment and shame
  5. building arousal
  6. examining the impact
  7. aftercare
  8. submission
  9. empathy
  10. continuations

Intrigued? Let me explain…



1. To prolong the moment

Inspections are an opportunity to be mindful, to stay in the present moment and
conserve the precious erotic charge that you’ve developed during the
spanking. If you’ve been roleplaying, an inspection allows both top
and bottom to stay in character just a little while longer, remaining within
and keeping the fragile bubble of their fantasy intact. 

Mindfulness is about experiencing the present moment with your full attention. The bottom experiencing the thrill of being exposed, whilst for the top it’s a chance to read back a miniature
story of the scene you’ve just played.

2. To make it real

If a tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound? As anyone who’s ever spanked themselves alone knows, unwitnessed spankings can feel rather unfulfilling. Something important is missing, someone who’ll elevate the experience from perfunctory to erotic.

Inspections can assume
a special significance if discipline has to be conducted remotely. If you’ve just finished spanking yourself, and your bottom is sore and
smarting, just sending a message like “I’ve had my spanking” to your spanker doesn’t really communicate the hurricane of pain, shame and arousal you’ve just experienced. Sending a picture of your spanked bottom to your partner, or an audio recording of the smacks, helps bring the spanking alive for both of you.

3. To share their moment of vulnerability

The purpose of an inspection is not to ogle your partner, however
beautiful the view might be, but to share in their moment of
vulnerability. Exposure is an act of trust, where the spankee reveals themselves at their most vulnerable, and invites their
partner to share in that moment.

Presenting oneself for inspection is a highly submissive act, so I believe a spankee should always ask politely to be inspected, rather than being commanded to. And if they don’t feel comfortable enough to be inspected, there’s never any obligation.

4. To scold, embarrass and shame

Many find sexual shame is intensely erotic, and an intimate inspection is a fine way of experiencing erotic humiliation in a safe environment, in the privacy of your own bedroom.

I tend to conduct inspections with the spankee’s legs spread wide, so the slit and bottom hole are visible. Such exposure can be very embarrassing, even for those very comfortable with their own nudity. Even more revealing is being told to hold your sore spanked cheeks
apart. To be so thoroughly exposed when all you want to do is rub the
sting away.

5. To assess arousal

Inspections are ideal opportunity to reveal just how exciting your spankee partner has found your playtimes. There’s no denying the implications of a stiff pointing cock, or seeping sticky slit, on display for all to see.

If the spanking you’ve given was intended as a punishment, and the spankee is unavoidably aroused, you might decide to scold them for lack of self-control. Perhaps other punishments will be earned. Or, if you’re spanking for your mutual pleasure, now’s your opportunity to run your finger down
their shaft, or glide a fingertip between their eager lips.

6. To examine the impact

This reason is practical rather than erotic. When the spanker inspects, they are paying careful attention to what their spanking has inflicted. Look at the pink blushes on the spankee’s bottom, did you intend to spank
that hard? Do they need more, or is it time to conclude their punishment?

Be mindful and inspect with all your senses. Is their skin hot to the touch, do they squirm away from your
fingers? Are there any little marks or bruises? What about the state of
the bottom’s clothing, in place or disheveled? Are there tears, either
on their face or damp dots on nearby pillows? Can you see goosebumps?
Was this spanking just what they deserved?

7. Aftercare

Yet inspections should also be more than just a forensic exercise in finding marks.
It is a time to talk to each other, a chance for the top to check the
bottom is ok. To let the scene gently wind down, and allow
reality to resume.

If you’re physically present, it’s an opportunity to rub and caress their sore bottom and provide
the comfort of a cuddle. If you’re both remote, the top should be checking the bottom enjoyed the experience, and their emotional well-being.

8. Submission

Inspections continue the power exchange that began with the spanking being announced and the bottom being bared.

And what could be more submissive than asking them to bend over, holding their spanked
bottom open for one final dramatic act of exposure, an invitation to their disciplinarian to read their most intimate secrets.

9. Empathy

Inspections are also a kind of a time-out, during which the spanker should acknowledge and empathise with the spankee’s discomfort. Perhaps
you’ll commend their obedience to your instructions, and praise their stoicism.

Likewise, if you spent the spanking chiding her for
behaving like a naughty little girl, this is a chance to build her up
again, to express your admiration of how she took her punishment like a
big girl. Or a chance to remind the spankee who sets the rules, and what
they can expect when they misbehave again.

10. Continuations

Last but not least, inspections provide an opportunity to continue the scene.

You might send the spankee to stand in the corner, or to sit upon a naughty
stool.  Or perhaps you’ll get them to take a picture of themselves and instruct them to Draw Lines, tracing out their own image, line by line, just like the picture above.


Spankings should be so much more
than just a few minutes of inflicting pain. Inspections prolong playtime. Why shouldn’t what happens
afterwards last far longer than the punishment itself? After all, once a
fire is ignited, who doesn’t want to linger, and enjoy its glow…?

Is it weird to want be spanked by you? Don’t know, just seems like it’d be the most fun

Spanking should be always fun.

After all, spanking is an expression of adult playfulness. A chance to dress up and act out roles, a chance to indulge in
grown-up games of misdemeanours and erotic consequences. It might be giggly and light-hearted, or strict and stern. But fundamentally, we do it because it’s fun.

It’s an activity that rewards the ingenious. A well-planned spanking might take
hours, carefully cultivating a growing anticipation, building to a crescendo of a cathartic
punishment – and then, once a fire is ignited, who wouldn’t want to
linger, and enjoy its glow? An ongoing private conspiracy, played in secret, with a
brand new chapter improvised every night.

That’s why I love spanking.

Awhile ago I said I had been playing the “The Hour” game with my girlfriend. I won. I have won every time we played it. It’s a wonderful game. I was wondering if you had any suggestions for her if she ever does win. (She’s a little new to all this)

The Hour game is indeed excellent fun, I’d highly recommend it to couples, especially those with a bit of extra free time during the coming holidays.

As for a treat if she wins, why don’t you give her a thorough inspection, and examine her thoroughly until she’s soaking wet?

And then read her a bedtime story, a spanking story, of course. Let her play with herself as she looses herself in your words. You might want to put her over your knee though, when the story requires some sound effects.

And then, when you’ve finished, I’m sure she’ll be craving a happy ending of your own invention…

Have fun!

Watching from the back of class

An anonymous reader writes:

I have my own favorite variation of your latest self-spanking challenge.

I like to dress in my school uniform and report to the room I use as my home office. I knock on the door, and wait, my heart thumping as I imagine the stern voice of my teacher instructing me to enter the detention room.

I shuffle in, contritely, and see my chair has been prepared for me. A stack of cushions on the seat, and a shoelace tied to the back. Sir tells me to sit down in front of my desk. My laptop is open in front of me, along with a few blank sheets of paper and a pen.

I lift the back of my skirt, and obediently tie my panties to the back of the chair. Then I start playing the spanking video I’ve chosen. I like to pretend I’m at the back of the detention room, watching my classmates being spanked, whacked or caned before my turn arrives.

As I’ve been extremely naughty, I often get my panties pulled before my spanking. So I progressively remove the cushions, until I’m dangling painfully. In the meantime, I write lines, or a short essay. I’m supposed to be writing, not gawping at the events at the front of the class, head down with the smacks from the video echoing in my ears. Occasionally I do dare to look up at my laptop screen, hoping I won’t be noticed as I stare at the girls’ poor bottoms, now a delightful shade of pink.

Sometimes I queue several videos, so I can prolong my anticipation. But eventually, they end, and I know it’s my turn next. I release myself from the chair, and bend over my desk obediently. My skirt is lifted and my panties are pulled down, and I open my legs so Sir can inspect my sticky pink stripe.

I beg for mercy. But it’s my turn for a sore bottom, delivered by my wooden ruler or my slipper. Sometimes I read back what I’ve written, a spank after every two or three words, or every word if I need it hard. How exciting it is to know that every line I complete prolongs my spanking, and increases how sore I’ll be.

I’m sent to the corner afterwards, of course. Hands on my head so I’m not tempted to rub myself. That comes later, when I’m dismissed from detention, and sent back to my bedroom. The finale that follows is always worth the wait…


Thank you, dear reader, for this wonderful account.

You describe some wonderful ideas for playing. I like the notion of positioning your laptop ahead of you on the desk, so as you look up from writing your lines, you can see your classmates’ spankings.

Dangling from a panty-pulling chair is an excellent way to write lines. Those not so keen on that sensation could always pull down their panties and sit on their bare bottoms to write.

And I like the idea of reading your lines or your essay aloud as you’re punished. Setting the length of your spanking by how much you’ve managed to write is clever, one of the challenges of self-spanking is deciding how long it should be.

It just goes to show, with a bit of imagination, playtimes can be so much more than just masturbating to whatever arouses you. That was the intention of that challenge, and I commend your inventiveness. And I hope your suggestions will inspire those reading this to experiment, to find more exciting and fulfilling ways to play…

My girlfriend caught me pulling wet panties up my slit while reading Punishment Panties. I’m going over her knee for hiding it from her. It’ll be the first spanking I get in awhile, so even though it’s a punishment, thank you for writing.

“Getting caught” is an excellent way to earn a spanking. And highly erotic for both parties too. After all, being kinky is just playtime for grown-ups, and I know most of you have hearts of gold and wouldn’t dream of doing anything truly bad in real life (i.e. being spiteful, hurtful or abusive).

Instead, the whole notion of “naughtiness” is an invention. A game of mischievous disobedience and breaking taboos. So if you want to trigger a spanking, what better way than being “caught” playing to your favourite spanking story.

You’re getting excited at very thought, aren’t you? Well, you know what you should do…

Why I went to work without wearing any panties

An anonymous reader writes:

With butterflies in my tummy I climbed the stairs to my apartment, well
aware of what was waiting for me when I walked through the door.

It
sat innocuously in my bedroom. Polished wood gleaming in the last rays
of sun filtering through the windows. Upon its seat, four pillows, a ribbon and pair
of black lace fringed panties. If I was going to receive a stripe, I’d wanted to do it in style.

Cautiously I tip-toed
around the chair, nervous about doing the sit down dance. I took my time
undressing. Neatly hanging my work clothes in the closet. Eventually naked, and
resigned to my fate, I turned towards the chair and readied myself, pulling my black panties
snug against my slit, then taking my seat, and tying them firmly to the back of the chair.

The rules were to read the whole story, and take one cushion away each time I commenced a new part. Four parts, four pillows.

Removing the first
pillow, I relaxed back into the chair and began the introduction. My panties were tight against my
mound… but not unbearable. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as bad as I remembered.

Time
came for the second part. Panties snug against my bare slit, I squirmed
a bit. Color rising in my cheeks. At first I read casually.. but with
each little wiggle at the particularly salacious bits my panties were
tugged more firmly against my mound. My reading pace increased. A little
grin formed as Addison made her appearance, but soon my attentions
strayed back to the slowly increasing burn between my legs.

All
too quickly it was time for the third part. I whined to myself, now
reluctant to remove the next pillow. Chewing on my lip, I finally removed it, gasping as my panties were pulled tighter against my poor abused little
slit and bottom hole. I struggled not to move. It had now moved past
uncomfortable to painful. I read quickly, trying hard not to grind against
the cloth nestled roughly against my swollen clit. I was not convinced
increasing the burning ache of the stripe was quite worth the effort of
trying to rub my clit against the panties.

The
delicious scene with Penny soon appeared on my screen. My jaw hung loosely, I was nearly panting. I wanted to touch so, so badly.
I wanted to grind against the fabric until I came hard with my legs
wide open on the chair. But the stripe hurt. And I found myself doubting I’d be able make it through to the finale…

But I managed it, I finished Part three, and it was time to lose the final pillow. I almost
didn’t do it. I was so tempted to release myself, and try to soothe
the burning stripe away. But swallowing hard, I
removed the pillow. Quickly. Before I lost my nerve. I groaned loudly as
I settled back into the chair. I couldn’t stop the little whimpers, my
toes tapping on the floor as I dangled and my chest heaved.

The fabric was pulled
impossibly tight against my slit and bottom hole. I could barely stand it, and couldn’t linger. I began to read part four quickly, which immediately put me in a conundrum. The opening is deliciously wicked. I
wanted nothing more than to grind my clit against the cloth of the
panties, relieving the insistent little throbbing. But the intensity of
the burning stripe kept me still… yearning to be released.

I
couldn’t help fidgeting as I read more, the pace of my reading
continually increasing. Quiet whimpers fell almost continuously from
my pretty lips as I tried not to concentrate on the burning line
between my legs. Struggling to keep my concentration on your words, until suddenly, the end ambushed me. I was almost startled when I finished…
I’d been so focused on the fiery sensation between my legs.

I quickly untied myself from the chair and stood.. Suddenly filled with
trepidation once more. Pulling down my panties was going to hurt almost
as much as doing the sit down dance in the first place. Taking a deep
breath I slowly started to pull them down. I squeezed my eyes shut,
almost gasping as I felt them pull free.

Taking
a moment to savor the feeling between my legs, I remembered the last
thing I had to do before coming. Hard. To spread my legs wide and pose for my inspection. Now pink faced and embarrassed, sore and
wanton, I quickly slid my fingers to the place I’d wanted to rub
throughout the entire exercise of enduring having my panties pulled. I
groaned… I was so sore.. so wet… so eager to come… and yet it hurt
to rub.

My yearning for release prompted a fierce internal struggle, forcing me to
decide what I wanted more: to endure and come hard? Or to leave my
sopping slit alone, resigned to throb and ache beneath my sheets from
both the dreadful stripe and unsatisfied need?

It was almost an agonizing orgasm.
The soreness of the stripe and the eager desperation to come duelling
forces as I wrestled with the intense sensations brought about by touching my aching
folds.

I came hard. Roughly… forcefully… at times I wanted to
stop, my stripe aching just too much… and yet I couldn’t stop… the need to
come overruling my need to leave my abused little slit alone.

The next morning I woke to find my slit still tender.  Getting dressed I tried on several different types of panties, with even
the softest pair I own proving to be too sore. I resigned myself to
going to work without panties, only to find later, to my horror, that I was
also unable to sit comfortably with my legs primly closed.

In
some ways, I think that the stripe has more of an lingering impact than
a good spanking does. My thoughts were constantly on the soreness
between my legs.. of the heart pounding embarrassment of not being able
to keep my legs properly closed. I was forced into a quite indecent posture, one I was 
unable to keep hidden beneath my desk during several parts of my day.

I now appreciate why the sit down dance is such a devious punishment. A
spanking can be covered right up, but the stripe – the stripe is often
too tender for clothing to be brushing against it all day. Ensuring a
bare cunt is hidden just below the hem of one’s professional skirt.

Even now, I perch writing this in little more than a t-shirt, I’m trying
to keep from putting too much pressure on my poor sore slit. Yet despite my discomfort, I find myself very excited again. What a
delicious little predicament…


Thank you, dear reader, for a marvellous submission. A wonderful account of the joys and soreness of panty-panting.

I loved the next-day consequences, preventing the wearing of panties and the prim closure of legs. Forcing the adoption of a highly indecent posture at work, legs spread, bare slit barely concealed.

And the wonderful torment of being so wet and desperate to come, only to
find how much it hurts to rub. You can understand why it’s Miss Hastings’ favourite punishment, and also why the members of the Red Stripe Gang find it so irresistible

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