General Spanking Stuff
This thread has multiple parts in it. If you want to take part, just comment! Each comment requires a bit of detail, so keep that in mind. When you comment, you must include your role (spankee, spanker, or mix), your favorite spanking position, your favorite or least favorite spanking implement, an example of when it was used on or by you, and your most recent spanking.
In my relationship with Sammy, I'm more often than not the spanker, though she's heated up my buns quite a few times. Whenever I'm spanking Sammy, I like to be sitting on our bed, back against the headboard, and Sammy in the Wheelbarrow position. (I also like to call it my "Drum Solo"). When it's my turn to get spanked, Sammy just uses the old fashioned OTK. Which I'm a large fan of. As far as implements go, I love using a leather biking glove and just going at it with my hand. I feel that gives me more control, especially when I target the inside thighs. My least favorite to get hit by is a tie between the spatula and the wooden spoon. The spatula just a steel paddle that hurts way more because of the smaller surface, and the same goes for the spoon. I'm gonna cheat and combine the last two. My most recent spanking was this morning. Sammy woke up early and was making pancakes, the scent of which woke me up. I woke up kinda horny, and was hoping to do it in the kitchen. Unfortunately, she said that I was "distracting her," and bent me over the kitchen counter, pulled down my sweats and boxers, and beat me silly with a spatula. I was fighting tears halfway through, and was pleading by the end. She didn't stop smiling once. Then, she ate breakfast without me while I stood in the corner like a naughty boy, turned me over her lap for round two (which brought me to tears) and made me eat breakfast while sitting on a hard wooden stool. THEN she spanked me with her hand because I was squirming so much. Not a fun morning.
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Woe to thee that ignore the warning signs. Woe to thee who enter this dungeon and traverse it's corridors. Know that when you hear the sounds of screams for mercy, and the indistinguishable thwack of a paddle against bare and quivering buttocks, it shall be too late...
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