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28 views · 3 hours ago

Lets let the jury decide:
Mr Stern

Communications were going well with Sir and then it happened again: - a text message and I failed to address him with the respect in which he requires. The last time I forgot to address him as Sir, I was spanked hard with his hairbrush. I was a given a spank with the brush for the amount that each letter in the word Sir was worth in the alphabet, so 46 spanks with the hairbrush. I was warned if it happened again I will be caned for this misdemeanour. I felt sure I wouldn’t cope with 46 strokes of the cane. It happened again, So, I pleaded with Sir and explain that I was under a lot of personal pressure just now and it was a mistake and I will never ever let it happen again. He thought long and hard and came back to me with an acceptance of my apology due to the circumstances I found myself in just now. I knew he had a heart but I also knew I couldn’t exploit this.

Over the next few weeks my alleged sassy behaviour has earned me a spanking session with Sirs cane. Due to the miles between us it was going to be a few more weeks before this could happen. Our communication continued and knowing my fate I made an extra effort to be courteous and well behaved, following Sir Instruction. Until last night when I had finished a long week and decided for once to chill and do nothing for the evening, dropping my guard. I sent a text to Sir and ... Yes... I forgot to address him correctly, one small lapse in concentration... Please Sir with the caning I’m due, please don’t add this mistake to my list of misdemeanours. I will really tried hard to be more respectful and concentrate more always when texting you in the future.
Thank you in advance Sir (Mr Stern

35 views · 7 hours ago

Going to Rock Hill on Tuesday getting the hell away from here for a few days . Can't take much More no IAM not driving. Don't fucken freak out . A friend is getting me. Leaving Tuesday coming back Thursday night. Sick of s
ame shit different day .. having some Cassandra Time.. will still BLOG'yall

38 views · 10 hours ago
Dreams of Spanking
49 views · 10 hours ago

I am looking for a long term relationship. Someone who can put up with my naughty behavior. Make me cry and beg for my spankings. I am a very naughty boy and naughty boys need to be spanked twice a day.

37 views · 10 hours ago

I was furious, I didn't understand how my little sister could do something so stupud and how could Scottie interfere like he did. I was sitting outside on the patio thinking things over when Scottie came outside. "Joshua Kyle. We need to talk." I looked at my older cousin and immediately looked away when I saw the hurt and disappointment in his eyes. Scott stood 3 inches taller than me his short light brown hair was in a flowhawk his blue eyes had were hurt but there was no sign of the anger I saw previously. I ran my hand through my shaggy brown hair.
"Yes Sir." I responded and stood up, he landed an almighty swat on my backside and I jumped.
"Let's take this to your room."
"Yes Sir." He put his hand on my shoulder and led me upstairs. I knew what was coming for the first time since I was a kid I was about to get a whoopin'. We arrived at my room sooner than I wanted to and he made me sit on the bed.
"What in the world were you thinking ignoring, hitting me, cursing at me, and being flat out disrespectful?"
My earlier anger reignited in me and I snapped, "You know she fucked up! You know it! And yet you didn't let me deal with it! What the heck are YOU thinking?!"
He didn't seem surprised by my out burst he just slowly pulled off his belt and doubled it over. I winced. "You chose the hard way cuz, now stand up and bend over elbows on the bed." There was no room for argument no where to run, so I obeyed. I bent over the bed and no sooner than I got into position he started swatting with his belt.

52 views · 11 hours ago

Taking my time in looking but my 2 main options are somewhere in Chicago or Dallas area. I am a bit high maintenance and am looking at upper-middle and upper upper areas... apartments or such to start out with.

I'm finishing this level of college and then moving before the next semester starts. This area is too small in space and the mentality matches. It's depressing and I'm trying to not let it get that far. I work out, study, volunteer, better myself and I'm still not fulfilled.

Time for a change of scenery. In Chicago and Dallas the spanking and little community are of good size and my home community is as well.

Here are my options. 8f y'all know of good neighborhoods, complexes, etc. Then please let me know. I've got lots of time to search but rather hit it early.

Dreams of Spanking
42 views · 11 hours ago

Every year as my birthday approaches, I muse at the idea of hiring a pro for a spanking session. It seems easy enough and I can afford it... but, yeah, I'm a chicken shit sometimes.

I work really hard at trying to be social. Most people never know how awkward I feel when I have to make small talk or fain having a good time when I'd rather be alone; playing guitar, brewing beer, or working in the wood shop.

Spanking changes everything.

Sometimes, it's like starting all over again. I don't know how to start a conversation about spanking with new people. I still have, well, embarrassment issues with the topic. Maybe that's why I write about it here, in my safe space. In fact, if you're still reading this, I'm a little surprised you can tolerate a latent spanko weenie like me :)

So, to avoid further digression, I have another 'backstory' to share that actually relates to the title of this post. Bear in mind, I hope to get new experiences soon, but for now, backstories are all I have. lol.

One of the few birthday parties I had growing up actually included an awkward spanking moment. After the cake and presents, one of the 10 kids at the party shouted out, "Spanking line!"

When they all lined up in two rows of five, I about wet my pants. Irrational fear made me imagine I was outed and I thought, "how did they know?"

With their sticky cake hands extended, all eyes were on me. I turned white looking into their smirky, sugary, Hawaiian punch smiles. Then I did what I'm naturally wired to do.

I ran.

Yes I did. I ran. And metaphorically, I'm still running.

So another birthday will come and go this year and I'll face that spanking line in my head again. I imagine the scenario now as adult. Here's how it would go (horribly, horribly wrong):

I arrange a spanking session with a professional female switch... we agree to a perfect turn-the-tables, college professor/student blackmail scenario... I send her the deposit to express my sincere readiness... I fantasize for days ahead of the session, imagining my encounter with an extroverted, bubble-butt playmate...

The morning of my birthday arrives and I wake up in a cold sweat. I know what's next... cancellation.

I send her my regrets and payment in full, and that, my friends how the story ends.

I hate birthdays. :(

71 views · 12 hours ago

First time I have written a blog so bare with me.
Last Sunday my darling wife decided that it was time for me to be taken in hand and receive a good caning. I prepare myself as requested and bend over a few pillows on our bed and await my fate. Shortly after my darling enters the room looking very sexy as usual. You deserve this I am told and I feel the first stroke on my poor bottom. Now the truth be told I am not a good spankee and she canes really hard so I find myself moving around a lot. Be still, I am told and then the next stroke lands and then another. I want you to count she says, from 12 down. When I reach 1 I think it is over but unfortunately for me my darling is a great believer in zero so I have to endure one last final stroke of the cane. She then take some pictures and informs me that I am to have a dose of the tawse as I moved around too much. Two vicious strokes of the tawse had me rolling around in agony and suddenly it was all over. I got taken to bed and the rest you can work out for your self - am I a lucky guy or what, Yon can just about make out the make of the tawse on the last Photo
best regards
paul




89 views · 14 hours ago

Well friends, it has finally happened. After more than three years lurking around this site and some others I have found a top willing and able (for sure) to give me what I need. At a pleasant meeting over coffee we discussed our mutual interest in spanking. My new friend is a determined and experienced top. I was determined but very much a newbie-a virgin bottom-. But I explained my decades long interest, expressed in looking a photos, reading everything I could, looking at videos and thinking about spanking all the time. We struck a cord of mutual confidence.
Then as if it was fate, he explained that an unexpected change in circumstances meant that he could host a session immediately. This seemed to be the Gods watching out for both of us. His home was less than ten miles from our meeting place, I followed his car and was inside in about twenty minutes.

After a brief walk around and a little more getting acquainted, my new friend produced a black carrying case and carefully unlatched the two flip locks. He removed a variety of paddles. A thick oval wooden paddle about 15" long and maybe six inches or so at its widest part. Another hard wooden paddle, about three or four inches around at the business end with long thin handle. Three was a ferocious looking device made by taping two paint sticks together with black electrician's tape. He said that one didn't hurt as much as the others -it was flexible- I decided I didn't want to find out. A large black leather slapper.

Last he produced the hair brush. Sleek, flat backed with an ivory finish. Oh! I hate the hairbrush.

It was time to begin. He gave me a good scolding for my bad behavior, then announced my sentence of severe spanking for repeated disobedience compounded by lies. My pleas for mercy were ignored. My left ear was firmly grasped and I was marched into position. Ordered to drop my jeans and underpants, I refused and pleaded for a second chance. Within seconds my top took my jeans down and bent me over the spanking stool. First dozen spanks with his hand produced a massive release. Its was a cornucopia of emotions that I had carried around since I was a teen. They came up from deep inside, swirled around with a freshness and freedom that made me feel like a child taking his first roller coaster ride. My voice said it "hurt" and "enough" but my mind said please don't stop too soon.

There was a pause just long enough for me to stand and drop my bvd's. Then the hand spanking resumed, hard steady and interspersed with scoldings. I played out my end by sobbing and pleading. My pleas for mercy weren't answered until a good ten minutes of hand spanking had been received.
Then he directed me into a corner, ordered my hands on my head and let me calm myself. He gave me some solace to my sorrow and rubbed my hot pink bottom. But we weren't done.

The session continued this time with me over his knee. A good five more minutes of bare hand spanking. Then a smorgasbord of the paddles. And a healthy dose of the dreaded hair brush.

In all close to an hour of amazing sensations and experiences. I don't want to but I expect I'll get caught again soon. Wish me luck!

Dreams of Spanking
65 views · 14 hours ago

Hi all, Miyah here :)
So last time Adam messed up and got spanked for it, this time it was my turn :(
Here’s some back story. A few months ago I went out with a friend of mine. Usually we have a few drinks, a good dance and then get taxis home (super safe), but this night, for whatever reason, I decided it would be a good idea to get a night bus....at 3ish in the morning...on my own...without a jacket on! I already know what you’re all thinking.
I didn’t tell Adam straight away, I didn’t think to call him to come and get me...I knew with every passing hour that what I was doing was wrong but at that point I a) just wanted to get home and b) didn’t care...I should have, but I didn’t.
Anyway, as you can imagine when I finally told Adam, he was LIVID! I’ve never heard him so angry with me. He’d said I could have gotten hurt, anything could have happened and that he was going to teach me for putting myself in danger like that...and boy did he!
The first spanking was bad enough, it’s been a while since I’d had a proper punishment spanking so it was all a bit intense. With every swat he’d remind me while I was there and say that I’d never do that again. THEN I was grounded for a month, still grounded now :(
But today was the second spanking for it. It’s getting near the end of my grounding and Adam wanted to “drive the message home”! I knew what that meant.
I was sent to the corner first to think about what I’d done and why I was there. Then he called me over to him...felt like I had butterflies in my stomach as I walked over. He repeated that i was never to do that again (obviously won’t!) and that he cares about me too much to let me behave like that (love this man!). He then told me to get over his lap and wasted no time in laying into my backside! It probably only lasted a couple of minutes but it felt like it went on forever, all I could think of was how silly it was for me to have done what I did and how I definitely won’t be doing it again! Never want to feel as bad as I did earlier :(
Once he felt I was punished enough he told me to go back to the corner. After a few more minutes he came up behind me and gave me a hug, and asked if I’d learnt my lesson (for sure! Two spankings and being grounded for a month? Lesson thoroughly learnt daddy!)

46 views · 16 hours ago


II

Now I have done ten days of my two weeks here in Alcatraz East. The warden let me out to go to the dentist (Whoopee!), grocery shopping (twice), and to get my car inspected. I want OUTTA HERE. Yes, it hurts when he spanks me but my girly parts get charged up, too. This is purely a punishment, but I think I see an opening. “The National Weather Service has issued a Severe Thunderstorm Watch for Venango County from 11:00 AM until 6:30
PM today.” So WHEN the power goes out, my router will go out and I won’t be able to check in with Daddy. I’m sure it will be out long enough for me to run over to the mall and have some ice cream and look for some gladiator sandals.

It’s starting to rain, so one last check-in and I. Am. Outahere. I even told Daddy about the Severe Thunderstorm so he won’t be surprised when I don’t check in.

I’m FREE!!. For a while at least. The salted caramel sundae on chocolate fudge ice cream was ecstatic. I didn’t see any shoes I liked so I’m going to wander through the Beauty Barn, although I don’t really need to. Obviously I am beautiful enough. My Daddy loves me just the way I am.

Three blissful hours. Now I can do those last four days of my Unjust Confinement. I’ll fire up the computer and check in with Daddy to tell him the power has been restored.

Me: Hi, Daddy. The lights are back on.

Him: Really? How long ago was that?

Me: Just a few minutes.

Him: Odd. [That doesn’t sound good.] When you told me you has a thunderstorm watch, not a warning, I started to track it on my radar app. It looked to me like the storm went well north of you. [He wouldn’t do that!] After you missed a couple check-ins, I called the power company to ask when they thought power would be restored there. [Oh crap. Oh shit. Oh hell.] What do you suppose they told me?

Me; I really don’t know Daddy. I didn’t talk to them. [Why can’t I lie to this man’s face?]

Him: They told me that the storm missed them and there were NO OUTAGES in their entire service area. Is there anything you would like to say, little girl?

Me: [Very long pause] I’m sorry, Daddy.

Him: So am I, but probably less so than you will be in the morning. Good night.

“Good night.” Right. It will not be a good night. There is no way I can sleep, knowing what’s coming when he gets here tomorrow. Not that I want to sleep. I am going to stay up all night inventing the invisible leather bottom pad.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, Daddy.”

“Bring it here.”

This is awful. This is as bad as it has ever been. He is here ungodly early. I am still in my nightie, not that will matter or last long. I haven’t even had time to comb my hair, although that may be a good thing. Daddy always says he like his little girl to look natural. No makeup. No small talk either, just, “Bring it here.” No need for a noun. It. The stool. The gallows. The symbol of ultimate punishment. I like pushing Daddy’s buttons, but it looks like this time I pushed the big red one marked “Real Punishment”.

So there It is, in the middle of the room, where he has lots of space for a big backswing.

“Sit.” I sit on the stool, trying as hard as I know how to look like an angelic 5-year-old who would never do anything really naughty.

“Did you break your grounding?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Did you lie about it?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

So I have been tried and convicted out of my own mouth, not that I would dare lie to him again right now. Now comes sentence and execution.

“Stand. Everything off.”

No surprise there. The only thing making me more scared is that his voice is getting quieter. Off come the nightie and the panties, neatly folded.

No implements in sight. He does that because he thinks I will worry more. It works.

No restraints either. I’m actually ambivalent about that. Sometimes it is easier to take a really hard spanking if I don’t have to worry about holding still.

“Over. Do not move.”

So I bend over the stool. When I can reach the far rung to hold on, my feet are off the floor. Daddy has left me to stew like this for half an hour. He swears it is never more than five minutes, but that can’t be true.

Not this time. I hardly have a grip on the rung when the the massive Crack! Hits my ears and instant before other sensations arrive by other nerve paths. Leather. Thick leather, but definitely leather. This is a real relief. My biggest fear now, my biggest fear any time I really upset Daddy is the Delrin cane. It’s the one thing that always makes me scream. The only thing worse would be for Daddy to say he won’t discipline me, that I have gone too far and he won’t be my Daddy anymore.

Leather. Probably the Irish School Strap. I hate it, of course. But I can get through this. I will cry. I will beg. I will apologize without being able to say why. I will bawl uncontrollably. I will want to cum if he will let me. I will ache for four days. I will be sorry for my lie every time I sit down for a week. I can get through this. I will get through this. Stupid Rule.

57 views · 17 hours ago


Communications were going well with Sir and then it happened again: - a text message and I failed to address him with the respect in which he requires. The last time I forgot to address him as Sir, I was spanked hard with his hairbrush. I was a given a spank with the brush for the amount that each letter in the word Sir was worth in the alphabet, so 46 spanks with the hairbrush. I was warned if it happened again I will be caned for this misdemeanour. I felt sure I wouldn’t cope with 46 strokes of the cane. It happened again, So, I pleaded with Sir and explain that I was under a lot of personal pressure just now and it was a mistake and I will never ever let it happen again. He thought long and hard and came back to me with an acceptance of my apology due to the circumstances I found myself in just now. I knew he had a heart but I also knew I couldn’t exploit this.

Over the next few weeks my alleged sassy behaviour has earned me a spanking session with Sirs cane. Due to the miles between us it was going to be a few more weeks before this could happen. Our communication continued and knowing my fate I made an extra effort to be courteous and well behaved, following Sir Instruction. Until last night when I had finished a long week and decided for once to chill and do nothing for the evening, dropping my guard. I sent a text to Sir and ... Yes... I forgot to address him correctly, one small lapse in concentration... Please Sir with the caning I’m due, please don’t add this mistake to my list of misdemeanours. I will really tried hard to be more respectful and concentrate more always when texting you in the future.
Thank you in advance Sir (Mr Stern)

Dreams of Spanking
48 views · 17 hours ago

I would like to get a troll tomorrow, I live in Poland. He urgently needs punishment, reproach and lament.

60 views · 19 hours ago

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76 views · 21 hours ago


It didn't take much to set Sister Mildred off.

Hyperactivity. Uniform code violations. Missing assignments. These were all catalysts that could transform a doting, grandmotherly, penguin-clad nun into a raging disciplinarian.

You see, before bipolarity and ADHD were part of our mainstream vocabulary, there was very little Catholic sisters couldn't handle. The formula was simple: Spank it out.

Writing with your left hand? Spank it out... Gay thoughts? Spank them out... Passing gas in class? Spank it out... well, back in actually.

With tenacious zeal and medieval technique, whatever made us different, deviant, or delinquent was exorcised publicly, with humiliation and sound beatings. And remember, nuns have doctorate degrees in things like psychology, education, and torture through the ages. Ok, maybe not the latter, but you get the idea that these chaste, dogmatic brides of Christ were as formidable as any dungeon-dwelling dominatrix.

Without violating the terms of blogging etiquette, all I can say is, what happened behind the walls of St. Paul's Elementary must stay there. Like the poor mummified souls in ancient Pompeii, I am still frozen in horrific shock at times.

To this day, every time I smell musky libraries, cooking cabbage, or Jonny Marzetti and fish sticks, a sensory memory occurs. My butt cheeks burn and I clench them as if wincing is motor skill I learned a long time ago. I sweat. My heart races. I hear the snickering of my classmates as I lay compromised across a bony, matronly lap.

Then, as actors often recite lines they memorized years ago, I remember that post spanking confession we were forced to recite in front of the class.

"Thank you sister... for giving me the punishment... I so justly deserved."

Dreams of Spanking
46 views · 21 hours ago

I have written in a whIle because frankly who wants to hear of my troubles
in every life a little rain must fall and I sure most have enough to envy Niagara

I have always gone by daddy as for me it's not about powe'd but guidance

I've had a few "daughters "
first was lisa she had a master (I hate that term) I England who was going to come Boston and marry her it took a while because of health but that has happened so...
next was Jena who had to move to NcTo raise we're autistic son because her ex had died along with that I lost arya because we lived far apart and we're using jenas place to dish out spankings

And last but certainly not least is squirmy from the beginning I wanted her to find someone who will make her happy and move on from me
but I must admit while very happy also a little heart broken kind of the way a father feels giving his daughter away at her wedding
cest la vie

so now I gave no "daughtet"

Life goes on and I'll wake up tomorrow say hi 1000 people hoping one says hi back

53 views · 21 hours ago

Went to Charlotte last night got drunk and was bad . But IAM not going to say what I did. I will get my ass whooped.and IAM good. Sometimes u don't need to say everything u did wrong.. did I break a rule hmmmmmm maybe.. and no I didn't cut . So don't think that. No didn't do drugs either. Did I drive .... Hmmmm not saying... Did I cuss alot Yes. Sorry did I get mouthy yes. Lord shut up cassandra. I have to learn to not do that. Lord. I can't help it. IAM just a bratty little babygirl... Sir don't like it but there's something he don't need to know. Right ??? He has whooped me before but was light... Was first time.. so. IAM sure if I keep messing up it will get worrse he said it would be worse next time . I looked in his eyes when he said it. I hate the Daddy look.... For real... Drives me nuts.... Well going to drink some water no IAM not hung over at all JUST thirsty......
Spank on y'all.... Babygirl

130 views · 1 days ago

Why do some people handle life better than others. Why can they make good life decisions. Why can they feel sad and then get over it. Why do other people get depressed and have anxiety and then feel like life is spiraling out of control but feel powerless to change it.

Wonder if the subs in DD relationships still have those moments. Does knowing there are consequences to their decisions help keep them on track. Does life feel in control.

Missed out on an amazing job opportunity because applied late. Down we go. Missed work. Have no sick time left which means less pay. Won't be able to pay bills. So then let's go out and binge eat. One bad Decision after another. Further down we go.

I do have a genuine interest in the dynamics of a DD relationship. It seems like a person with certain mentalities could really benefit.

My 3 am thought of the day.

Dreams of Spanking
77 views · 1 days ago

When I look through hundreds of videos to decide on fantasy fulfillment, I have developed a brief criteria to help me decide if the media is woth the investment of time - or money. Enjoy!


The perspective (POV)
When I was in art school, we all had the same assignments. To get noticed, it was the perspective that separated the ordinary from the extraordinary. The angle that avoided the expected cliché was always money in the bank and I started viewing the world from the perspective of an insect… or an eagle… or a peeper through a keyhole.

Spanking videos have a wealth of angles to exploit, but there are a few masters. Bad Tushy, Firm Hand, and Michael Masterson really get it. Personally, if I can see the facial anguish of the bottom, the stern, scolding face of the top, and the horizon of the butt’s curve (just enough to see the wiggle), I’m hooked. And if you throw in kicking, bare feet, I’m sold!


The production
I appreciate the amateur genre and have often craved the raw, one-camera angle, and dimly lit productions that rocks the porn world. But over/ under exposure and inaudible, poorly synched audio are unforgivable.

I weep when I watch the beautiful Amber Olsen spank in poor lighting and film conditions… or the perfect switching in the woods, at dusk, when darkness conceals the raw whipping that deserves an Academy Award. Producers, these girls (and boys) who get their butts busted for us deserve better. Do it right!


The talent
Immersion into character doesn’t require a professional, If you’re portraying a MILF, then please… have some semblance of maturity! If the character is supposed to be 18 years old, don’t paint a 39-year old with a nice body.

Corporal punishment is emotionally charged and unpredictable. Good talent can roll with the brutal hits, scream with genuine anguish, rub when needed, and sob at the proper time.


The undies
I have to include underwear in this list because of it’s raw aesthetic and potential for deepening character development. Underwear is what separates the juvenile from the MILF; the saint from the slut; the nympho from the girl next door.

It’s the fabric of who we really are when no one is watching. It’s the last barrier to the bare intimacy that we protect. Its removal is sacred – and damn sexy too!


The story
Unless you’re just trying to rub off a quickie, a good story deepens the emotional connection and helps our suspension of disbelief. The story is what separates porn from a classic piece of art for the ages.

I’m not talking about superfluous dialog and complex plots. Just real, authentic situations that connect the story emotionally to the consumer. Lupus makes the story the hallmark of its productions and still delivers on great perspective, quality production, and the last of our great element – hits.


The Hits
When I do pay, I don’t pay for middle age men rubbing young asses or love taps with campy chatter. This is corporal punishment, so bring it!

Full follow through and loud cracks of wood, leather, and open palms are always crowd pleasers. Buttocks beginning to red and swollen welts capture the viewr’s imagination. But be wary: threshold is key. When you get into mutilation of the body, the enthusiasm thins and your in the wrong genre.

105 views · 1 days ago

Disclaimer, this is all information that for me personally is true and I have found to be effective with those I often discipline!

A punishment spanking should be a spanking that the spankee does not want to receive again! For many being disciplined, this doesn’t mean you have to beat them silly. Build it up! Confront the spankee with the offense and tell them that they will be spanked for it. Scold or lecture them however long you see fit, but try to avoid “beating the dead horse”. Laying them over your lap for this can help them get into the headspace and start that heart racing for what’s to come.

If you start off full-force/hard enough that within the first five or so swats the spankee is thinking “holy shit what did I get myself into I can’t take this!”, you hit the panic button! It’s that little panic that can send many a spankee kicking, squirming, and even begging. It could be 30 seconds of “hairbrush hell” but it would be effective in making the spankee think twice before repeating the offense! The entire time of course they must feel safe, and know that the end will come and they will survive and be better for it. Always remember to make the punishment fit the crime, even small offenses can earn a panic button without over-spanking. And trust me it’s less frustrating for both parties that the offense is less likely to be repeated! I know I feel disappointed in myself if I make an offense I was already spanked for. And I don’t know about all of you, but I would rather get one punishment spanking than several for the same thing! And though I rather enjoy doling out discipline, it’s also so wonderful to know that you gave a spanking good enough to warrant the continued good behavior.

The panic button is best when left only for punishment, I’ve found, unless you crave the instant stress relief that it can give as well. It can also be used in response to any bratting during a maintenance spanking! Only takes a few hard swats to tame most brats… for a while!

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