tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48982384623615386552024-02-18T21:42:40.773-08:00Seattle Spanker<center><strong>A blog of spanking fiction, free spanking stories, spanking thoughts, and general spanking ramblings by a Seattle area spanker and lifelong spankophile.</strong></center>Seattle Spankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10435101139573166061noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898238462361538655.post-31841093295706984702012-07-07T09:19:00.000-07:002012-07-07T09:19:02.858-07:00Wow, so I'm not dead. I've just been extremely busy. However, if you're interested in more spanking fun, I'll soon be opening my new website www.excellentspanking.com. It will feature free spanking galleries and lots of spanking stories. So keep an eye out for more updates.Seattle Spankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10435101139573166061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898238462361538655.post-71141648103948635422011-08-16T13:24:00.000-07:002011-08-16T13:24:30.695-07:00Good Topping: The Importance LimitsPrincess Kelley had a post awhile ago on her spanking limits <a href="http://spankedprincess.blogspot.com/2011/02/limits.html">spanking limits</a>. So first, I have to confess that I have a spanking crush on Kelley. I've been reading her blog for awhile and I like what she has to say, as well as liking her spanking videos. So with that out of the way, it's an important post and I know she got flak for it. I absolutely agree with her purpose.<br />
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I like a bottom that expresses her limits up front, because then I can build a scene around them. I also like a bottom that respects my limits, i.e. I won't draw blood with my spanking. My style is more of an erotic spanking in a domestic or school theme that's based on the idea of correcting naughty behavior, more of a "daddy" or a "lover," than a master. If a bottom is looking for more hardcore humiliation, that's fine, but we're not compatible. <br />
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From my perspective, the tops and the bottoms are equal partners in the spanking play. Obviously, nobody likes someone who tops from the bottom or who can't stop interrupting a session; but, the top and the bottom are still equal partners. A bottom has to feel safe with the top. Part of the erotic charge for most bottoms is giving up control and being punished by another person. Part of the safe, sane, and consensual kink scene is that you know that there's a stopping point. This is what I mean by equal partners. The top must be aware of and respect the bottoms limits. A top should not put a bottom in a place where they feel like they are in danger of injury, excess pain, or sexual assault. Even if a bottom is into a more "no limits" play, there is always an implicit or an explicit very outer limit, i.e. no sex, no suffocation, etc. <br />
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It's the bottom's job to express her limits and the top's job to respect those limits. That's why I like Kelley's post. Those are her limits. Some tops are turned off if there isn't sex at the end or the bottom limits the implements or amount of marking. If a top and a bottom's limits are so far apart they can't agree, then they aren't compatible. <br />
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In the kink world, particularly spanking, there is the infliction of pain and the "infliction of pain." I almost always top, but I've also bottomed. I don't think there is a bottom out there who doesn't want the satisfying sting, the throbbing, and feeling of a spanking. Some bottoms don't want to go further than a short paddling and many tops don't mind stopping with that. There are also bottoms and tops that get into the more extreme punishments, prolonged flogging or caning, leaving lasting marks, drawing blood, or adding penetration to the scene. Whatever the fantasy, the bottom must consent. If the top goes beyond the consent, it's assault.<br />
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I have a problem with tops who are genuinely cruel; and, they are out there. For instance a top that consciously ignores limits and pushes the bottom to a point where she is beyond her limits and is actually scared that something really bad is going to happen to her. Don't get me wrong, I've hand out some harsh punishments with paddles, canes, and my favorite spanking belt; but, I want the bottom to be in a good place during and after the scene. <br />
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Seattle Spankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10435101139573166061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898238462361538655.post-901666221868048322011-08-11T13:28:00.000-07:002011-08-11T14:04:21.938-07:00Spanking and Ginger - The Fine and Applied Art of FiggingFigging, it's something I've never tried but that has always intrigued me.<br />
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Two of my favorite spanking stories of all time, involve a ginger suppository. The first is from Laura's spanking corner and is entitled <a href="http://www.thespankingcorner.com/stories/kelley/kg_prom.html">The Prom</a>. The second is by Master Chris is about lovely Jennifer who finds herself <a href="http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/chapter.php?storyid=641&chapterid=3895">spanked for smoking</a>. <br />
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Each feature a young lady who finds herself panties down for a spanking, but before the fun begins when a ginger suppository is inserted deep into her rectum. In effect, her bottom will be burning from the inside and the out.<br />
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In the first story, <a href="http://www.thespankingcorner.com/stories/kelley/kg_prom.html">The Prom</a>, it's basically figging. The only difference is that instead of making a ginger butt plug, the ginger root is wrapped with string and then inserted all the way into our heroine's bottom. This seems somewhat dangerous, as ginger root is not all that strong. It seems like the string would pull the ginger in two as it was being pulled back out. This also seems to be the problem with figging, i.e. the post spanking trip to the ER for ginger removal. Figging, or tying a string to it and shoving it all the way up there, seem like a recipe for disaster.<br />
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Turning to the second story, <a href="http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/chapter.php?storyid=641&chapterid=3895">spanked for smoking</a>, it's actually gelatin capsule filled with ginger. I'd prefer this to figging. Whenever you stuck something hard up someone's ass, there's a chance that you won't get it back. This is because the anal sphincter's muscle tension is directed slightly inward, basically to make a good seal. Anything that goes up someone's butt should have a flanged base, like a butt plug, otherwise an ER doctor will be retrieving that dildo. <br />
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This may just be my preference, but I don't want something sticking out of a spankee's bottom. I don't want to have to spank around something. I worry that if I hit the ginger fig by accident, it would either break off or go all the way in. <br />
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Besides, it seems like you would get a nice deep burn with a ginger capsule. Just imagine your darling's upturned bottom across your lap, you slip on a glove, make sure she hears the snap, then get plenty of lube to get it in and to help it dissolve, and slide the capsule deep inside her. It's deep enough when the index finger is in past the second knuckle. While you are warming her bottom up with rubbing and starter spanks, the capsule will be dissolving. In a minute or two, you'll start to see the effects.Seattle Spankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10435101139573166061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898238462361538655.post-5286692552516909452011-08-11T11:38:00.000-07:002011-08-11T12:08:36.755-07:00Before the Ball (A Story With Pictures)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>A shorter story inspired by a picture I found online. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>A Reminder That Nice Girls Don't Get Drunk at Parties</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Tara was rushing around the house. She and her husband, Tom, were going to a black tie benefit for the local theater. She had to finish her makeup, find her earrings, and get out the door in ten minutes. Tom was already dressed and waiting downstairs in the living room. This was a big deal for Tom, because his family was sponsoring the benefit. <br />
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Finally, she was ready and went downstairs. She was wearing a dark blue evening gown and heels purchased just for the occasion. Tom was waiting for her in his tux, cut to emphasize his broad shoulders and powerful chest. He was 12 years older than Tara. They met when she was 20 years old and still in college. She saw him for the first time at a homecoming event; they were were six months later. Now she was 22 and they had been married for a year and a half.<br />
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Tom was very traditional. She loved this about him, but it also meant that he had very specific expectations for her. Before their wedding he had explained domestic discipline to her and asked if she consented to being subject to his discipline. She had thought about it for some time, but deep down she knew it was right. Her first spanking came on their wedding night. She hadn't done anything, yet, instead it was her introduction to loving discipline through spanking. It was her first, but not her last, spanking.<br />
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Tom greeted her with a kiss. She smiled and said playfully, "don't mess up my lipstick." He kissed her again and told her that she looked beautiful as always. She still blushed a little when he told her that kind of thing. "I need to get my coat," she said.<br />
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"That can wait a minute," Tom replied. <br />
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"But we'll be late." She turned towards the closet, "I'll get yours too, it's too cold for you to just wear the tux jacket." He put his hand on her upper arm and pulled her back to him. This made her nervous, it felt like she was about to be disciplined; but she hadn't done anything wrong.<br />
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"Do you remember the benefit last year, when you had too much to drink and embarrassed me?" Of course she remembered it, she felt so sorry afterwards and was given quite the spanking the next day.<br />
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"But you already punished me for that," she replied meekly. It had been the low point of their relationship, she had made a public fool of herself and of Tom. He had given her the longest spanking of her life for that; the discipline had lasted all day. She couldn't got to the spa for a month after it either.<br />
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"I'm giving you a little reminder that you shouldn't drink too much tonight." He led her into the living room and sat on the ottoman. "Your dress is too tight to pull up, take it off." She only hesitated for a second, but then undid the back, wiggled out of it, and carefully laid it on the sofa with her slip. She was wearing stockings with a garter belt and a red thong.<br />
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"You don't have to take your underwear off. This will be a quick spanking" He guided her across his lap, so that her bottom was perfectly positioned for the spanking.<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">He massaged her bottom for a moment, then gave her a few warm-up spanks. Her was gently spanking her, letting his hand find the sweet spot on her upturned rump. She was bracing herself with her hands, waiting for the first real spank. Silently, she hoped that it was just a hand spanking.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">After a few more moments of gentle massage and warm-up spanks, he began in earnest. At first the spanks alternated from one cheek to another. It had a rhythm to it, left, right, left. At first it stung. She clenched her face with each sting, slowly her whole ass began to feel warm and the sting turned into a dull ache. She had counted fifteen swats. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He paused, rubbed her bottom, and remarked that her bottom was pink and warm to the touch. Was he done? This wasn't too bad. But he wasn't. Now the spanks came quickly. Instead of alternating cheeks he gave her five fast swats on her left cheek. He watched as the soft flesh of her ass cheek compressed and quivered under each stroke of his hand. Now the stinging was unbearable. The fire in her left cheek spread. Unconsciously, she began to shift her feet. He pressed his free hand into the small of her back. She knew not to wiggle anymore.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now five strokes feel on her right cheek. Tara bit her lip. Her whole bottom was burning now. It was unbearable, then five strokes on her left again. Tom was silent, intent on correcting her behavior. She did her best not to cry. Even while she was being spanked, she didn't want to streak her makeup with tears. Then five more on her right cheek. Her bottom ached and burned at the same time. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then it was over. A wave of relief passed over her. Tom was massaging her bottom again. "You did very well, I'm proud of you," he said. "I put a glass of water out for you." He helped her up. The water felt good, a spanking always made her throat feel parched. While she was standing there, he reached picked up a tube of aloe lotion. "Lean forward a little bit, while I put this on. It will help with the sting."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He never spanked to hurt her, but only to correct her. After the punishment was done, Tom always soothed her, and rubbed lotion into her blistered bottom. He could tell when she needed to be held and soothed, especially after a long session. Once he was done with the lotion, he wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered into her ear, "I love you very much." She smiled at him and said, "I love you too. I'm fine, let me get my clothes on and check myself in the mirror." </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tara quickly got dressed, refreshed her makeup, and stiffly walked out to the car. She only had two drinks that night.</div><br />
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Seattle Spankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10435101139573166061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898238462361538655.post-13823733493459380512011-08-10T14:55:00.000-07:002011-08-11T12:17:15.555-07:00My Favorite View<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I couldn't resist, when I saw this picture. An upturned bottom, lingerie, and the beginning of a nice red glow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Seattle Spankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10435101139573166061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898238462361538655.post-83885149883431590722011-08-10T13:52:00.000-07:002011-08-11T12:03:10.631-07:00The Wrong Outfit: Spanking Cassie<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><b>A Young Woman Learns The Consequences of Wearing Provocative Clothes and Coming Home Late. Lots of Buildup to an Intense Domestic Spanking</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Cassie snuck in to her parents’ house just after 3 a.m. She crept up to her bedroom, slipped out of her clothes, and slid between the covers of her bed. She was safe. Her curfew was midnight and her parents were very strict. She was already 18 and starting college in the fall, but her parents said “our house, our rules.” Even though she was technically an adult, they still treated her like a child. She hated that. She knew what would happen if she got caught sneaking in past curfew again, but it didn’t matter. They hadn’t caught her coming in late. She drifted off to sleep.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Next morning she woke up around 9 and went down to get some breakfast. Her parents were early risers; but they let her sleep in on Saturdays. While she was making coffee, she heard her mother doing laundry in the other room. Her father was in the family room doing a crossword puzzle with the TV on in the background, and barely looked up when she came in with her coffee and cereal. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Still not looking up, “Your mom and I went to bed at 10. What time did you come in last night sweetie? If he knew that she’d come in, Cassie was positive that he’d have said something.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">“Oh, a few minutes after midnight. Sorry I was late, but Sam had to get gas before she dropped me off.” She knew that admitting a little bit of fault would deflect suspicion. Again, he barely looked up. She was mentally crossing her fingers.</div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">“That’s fine Cassie. A few minutes late doesn’t call for any punishment, this time. Just be more careful in the future.” He paused, “before I forget, your mother wants to take go the nursery to look at some shrubs. She was hoping you could take a quick shower and go with her.” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Cassie was safe. Her parents didn’t know that she snuck in at 3 a.m. She dashed upstairs and into the bathroom. “Mom, just give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.” As she was showering she thought about the night before. She could still feel Mike’s kisses. She remembered sitting on his lap at the party; and then sneaking off to the back of the yard. He’d felt her breasts through her top. In the moment, her mind had focused on one thing and only one thing; her intense desire to go farther. Then she’d guided his hand up her skirt under the waist band of her panties. She could still feel his fingers gently rubbing her pussy, parting her lips, and diving into her. It lasted until she couldn’t take it anymore; she saw his surprise as she came. He whispered, “You got so wet.” She only smiled and rubbed his erection through his jeans. Then they heard one of their friends looking for them and returned to the party. She stepped out of the shower, put on her robe, and went back to her room to get dressed.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her heart stopped the moment she stepped into her room. There, on the bed, was her outfit from the night before. Not the outfit her parents saw her leave in, the outfit that she’d changed into at Carrie’s house. On her bed lay a very short red skirt, a low cut red form fitting green top, a strapless bra with a lace trim, and a pair of silk panties with a butterfly across the back and a sheer lace front. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">“Why don’t you get dressed Cassandra?” It wasn’t a question, it was a command. Her mother stood behind her. Cassie was frozen. She couldn’t even turn around to her mother. So her mother came to her, putting a hand on her shoulder, she threw a handful of assorted thongs and sheer panties onto the bed. “I found last night’s outfit by the bed, when I came in for your laundry. It wasn’t hard to find the others.” Cassie drew in a deep breath, then made a gulping sound. Before she could form a word, her mother told her not to say a thing, just to get dressed and be in the basement in five minutes.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Last night, her outfit was part of the ecstasy of being with Mike sexy but grown up. Today, it felt like she was putting on a heavy weight. She walked down two flights of stairs, from her bedroom to the basement. Her hair was still wet. Her outfit felt tired and worn, she could tell that she wasn’t wearing fresh panties. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her parents greeted her with stern looks. It was a walkout basement, and the sun shone through the sliding glass doors. It should have been a cheery room, but it was not. Her father had gotten the spanking bench from the storeroom and with it a rack of instruments: heavy wooden paddles, lighter leather covered paddles, canes of varying length and thickness, straps, a ruler and a yardstick, a flogger, and finally restraints. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">The spanking bench was designed to place her in any spanking position her parents chose. It was long enough, and just wide enough, for her to either lay on it flat or crouch with her bottom in the air. She could also be bent over the leather top while standing. Her father had even built an attachment that fitted to the side so that she could kneel and rest her elbows on the padded top. There were rings at various places for restraints. Finally, there was an antique leather covered chair that her parents used for over the knee spankings.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Cassie blurted out, “but you said that it was okay that I came in a few minutes late.” As soon as she said it, she knew it was a mistake. Her parents had to know when she came in, besides her mother had found out about her banned outfits.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her father, in a flat almost solemn tone, replied “we heard you come in, but neither of us wanted to give you a spanking at 3 in the morning. Besides, I gave you a chance to fess up, but you chose to lie. I’m going to punish you for coming in late and lying about it.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Then her mother stepped added, “And I am going to punish you for wearing those clothes. You know perfectly well that you are to dress modestly while you live in this house. Now I find out that you’re dressing like a little whore in a skirt so short that I can almost see your cheeks, a top and strapless bra that barely cover your breasts, and panties that are cut far too low, and show off your vagina. I remember that you begged us and begged us to allow you to wear bikini panties instead of briefs. Now look at you.” The anger mixed with disappointment was all too evident in her voice.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her father motioned her to come over to them. “You’ve disappointed both of us. I am going to spank you over my knee, then you will kneel on the bench for a paddling. Once I am done, your mother will decide what she wants to do with you. Do you have anything to say before we begin?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Cassie could feel herself about to cry, her chest was tight, and the tears were welling up in her eyes. “Please, please, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I’m a grownup. I don’t want to be punished like a kid anymore. It won’t happen again. I’ll show you where I hide all of my banned clothes, you can throw them away.” She began to talk faster. “I’ll be perfect; I won’t go out at night anymore. It was just this one time, a party at Carrie’s.” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her parents didn’t say a word. Grim faced, her father grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the leather chair. As he sat down, he pulled her across his lap in a single motion. Cassie’s wet hair fell around her face. She braced her hands against the floor, “please don’t” she begged. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her father still didn’t say a word; her mother only said “you earned it.” Cassie turned her head towards her mother, but her face was like stone. Cassie didn’t think she had seen her mother this mad before. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Then, before she realized what was happening, she felt her father lift her skirt. She unconsciously squeezed her cheeks together. Her father began to rub her bottom. “Unclench; you know it will hurt less.” Try as she might, she couldn’t. “Fine.” He began lightly swatting her behind, just skimming the surface of her panties with his hand. It was just a warm-up. Her clenched cheeks were as tight as a drum, his hand bounced off them. This went on for a few seconds. “I will start with my hand, but then you will receive twenty with the paddle.” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">The first spank came down hard and fast. Cassie yelped and jerked her body as his hand bounced off her tightly clench bottom. Her cheeks quickly unclenched. Each spank landed hard, so that she felt it throughout her bottom. She felt the fabric of her panties rub against each cheek as the spanks landed one after the other. She felt the blood rushing to her head, she felt each impact of his hand, and then she realized he was counting out loud. When he reached ten, her father stopped and told her to lift up her hips.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">“No, no don’t, Cassie cried, “you can’t see me bare, it’s so embarrassing, let mom do it.” She reach back to cover her bottom with one hand. But she only felt his hand grab her wrist.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">His fingers closed over her wrist like a vice. “We’ve done this before. You know that if you break the rules, you get punished. Now lift up your hips.” Cassie didn’t move. She didn’t know what came over her, just that she did not want to be punished. She began to sob. Her father stood up, pulling her with him. “You know that you don’t have to live with our rules. But if you choose not to, you have to be ready to support yourself. Now you’ve broken curfew, dressed inappropriately, and resisted punishment. Are you ready to take your punishment, or should you start looking for a job and a place to stay for the summer?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">She looked at him and then at her mother. “I’m ready to take my punishment.” Her father nodded at her mother. Cassie watched her go over to the punishment rack and select a pair of restraints. Silently, she took her daughter’s hands and buckled the padded leather restraints; then clipped them together to form handcuffs. Her father watched as his wife, pulled Cassie forward, removed a picture from the wall to reveal a ring embedded in the wall. Taking a loop of cord off her shoulder, she tied Cassie so that she could move her arms enough to brace against the wall.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her mother, still wordlessly, positioned Cassie in front of the wall and unzipped the back of her skirt. Cassie bit her lip as the skirt fell around her ankles. Then her mother took grasped her about the hips, and yanked her panties down. Cassie felt the air on her burning bottom. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">She felt a tugging on her shirt and heard the snip of scissors, before she realized that her mother was cutting it off of her. “You aren’t allowed to go out with bare shoulders, so you won’t need these anymore. Spread your legs slightly and lean against the wall.” It was the first thing her mother had said the entire time she was being punished. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her shirt and bra, both cut up the back, lay at her feet with her skirt and panties. Now she was completely nude. With her feet apart, she knew that her parents could see the outline of her pussy. Leaning forward, she felt her wet brown hair around her neck. Her face felt puffy from crying. Looking down she studied her breasts, trying to take her mind off the punishment. She remembered how it felt when Mike rubbed them through her shirt, how her nipples became taut with arousal. Her breasts had grown into a womanly fullness. She had been a pole vaulter in high school, and her body was tight and toned; but even though she ran track, her ass was round and full. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her father placed his left hand on her stomach to steady her, and with his right he began to spank her with a small wood paddle. It made a dull smack, each time it landed on her bottom. Her cheeks quivered from the impact. The smacks started slowly, but built to a faster and faster pace. She winced, she tried to wiggle away, but her father’s firm hand held her in place. Then he stopped. “That’s 20. Now for the last 20.” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">She looked over her shoulder; her father was holding a narrow leather strap. He wrapped one end around his hand. Cassie pushed against the wall, bracing herself, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and waited. Nothing for a few moments, she felt the sting at the same instant she heard the sharp crack against her buttocks. The strap was long enough that it struck both cheeks. He varied it, sometimes striking both cheeks with a sting, then just strapping one cheek so that the tip smacked her with a biting sting. She hated that strap. He father could make it curl around her ass so that the end stung the side of one cheek, as the rest came down on her backside. She curled her toes, she clenched her eyes, but she would not cry out. Then it was over. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her mother came over and unhooked her from the wall. With one hand between Cassie’s shoulders, her mother marched her to the spanking bench. “You will be punished bent over the bench, with your legs spread wide.” Cassie felt the cool leather against her torso as she bent over. Her mother took each restraint and clipped it so that Cassie could only raise her chest a few inches off the padded bench. Then her mother buckled padded leather restraints to each ankle. “Spread your legs.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">“Mom, please, you and Dad will see everything.” She twisted her head back and looked at her mother, begging with her eyes. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her mother stepped around the bench slowly and gracefully so that she could look her in the eyes as she spoke. “Cassandra, I know why you dressed like that and I know what you did. I was your age once, and I got into trouble with boys. I was wild when I met your father, but he loved me and taught me how to behave. I was using smoking marijuana, I had dropped out of college, and I had a string of boyfriends.” She paused and collected her thoughts, “I was lucky to meet your father. We love each other, and he gave me the discipline that I’d never had, but that I needed. I don’t want you to make the mistakes I did. Your father never wanted to punish you like this, but I told him that we had to. Better for you to learn now when you’re young, than wait until your older. Do you understand?” Cassie looked up at her mother. She had never heard any of this before.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her mother seemed different in Cassie’s eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father on the leather chair watching them. “Cassandra, I am going to cane you. I will mark your buttocks and the tops of legs. This will help you remember not to wear short skirts. You are grounded until the welts are gone. This will hurt more than any spanking before, but I want you to learn this lesson before you leave for college. Do you understand all of this?” Cassie whispered that she did.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Now her legs were spread and held into place. She could feel how exposed she was. She had shaved herself and now the stubble was not enough to hide the outlines of her lips from her parents. She remembered that her mother had always frowned on her shaving more than just her bikini line. Now she understood how exposed it made her. She could hear the canes rattle against each other as her mother sorted through them. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">She had never been caned before. Just the threat of canings and seeing them on the spanking rack had been enough to scare her into better behavior. Now she felt her mother tap her with a cane, lining up the cane against her daughter’s helpless bottom. The cane felt so thick against her skin. As her mother tapped her bottom, she ran the edge of the cane along Cassie’s bright red cheeks. Cassie’s heart was pounding, it felt like forever. “This will leave welts, but it will not break the skin.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">SNAP. The first stroke felt like it cut her ass open. It landed right in the center of her ass. She puckered her mouth, took a deep breath, and then SNAP. The second stroke came right on top of the first. She felt her cheeks quiver. It burned and stung. Again and again, she felt the strokes. She began to keep time in her head and winced before each stroke landed. “Stop clenching, you’re only making it worse.” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Then three quick strokes that caught he by surprise. She yelped and pulled against the restraints. She was breathing hard. She felt the sweat all over her body. There was a deep stinging feeling that consumed her buttocks. It felt like her skin was drawing tight across her bottom. Then she heard her mother select another cane.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">This time it whistled as it came down on the backs of her legs. Cassie writhed. Then it whistled again, and again it struck the back of her legs, just at the base of her buttocks. The stinging was awful. Then again, another whistle and another bite. Now her mother was tapping her red swollen buttocks with the cane; but harder than before, each time it stung so much. She tried to dance away from the cane, until her mother placed a hand across her back and said, “Stop moving, or I’ll ask your father to leave and you’ll learn what it’s like to be caned with a nice wide plug in your rear.” Cassie didn’t know what that meant, but she relaxed her body.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">The caning began again. The soft flesh at the back of her legs began to burn. Her ass began to burn even more. SNAP . . . SNAP . . . SNAP. The cane was unceasing. She was sobbing out loud. Her mother counted out loud, “20,” and it stung so much; “21, 22,” Cassie couldn’t take it anymore. She cried out for her mother to stop. She turned her head to look at her father, but he only watched the punishment. “23, 24,” she silently swore that she’d never misbehave again, and “25.” It stopped. “You’re done.” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Her mother undid the restraints. Cassie stood up and reached behind her and felt the welts from the cane. Her mother walked her over to the mirror so that she could see her backside. It was terrible. Her buttocks were a deep angry red. The tops of her legs were pink like a sun burn. She could see the welts crisscrossing both. She knew that it would be a long time before she could wear a swimming suit in public. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Then her father brought her summer bathrobe. The light cotton felt cool against her skin. He hugged her and kissed her on the top of her head. “I’m sorry that we had to do this. We both love you very much.” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">“Sweetie, let’s go upstairs and I’ll put some cream on that.” Her mother didn’t sound angry anymore, but just like she usually did. She lay face down on her bed. Her mother folded her robe up, exposing Cassie’s punished bottom. This time she didn’t care. While her mother cool soothing lotion into her red skin, Cassie felt the warmth of being cared for. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">“Mom, all that stuff you said down there about before you met Dad. I never heard that before. Was it all true?” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">“Yes it was Cassandra. It worries me to death to think that you might repeat my mistakes.” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">“I’ll really try. I won’t go out like that ever again. Mom, did Dad spank you too?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">“We’ll talk about that some other time, when we have some time to ourselves. Now, would you like to take some time to get yourself together and come to the nursery with me? I don’t know what to get for the front yard.”</div>Seattle Spankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10435101139573166061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898238462361538655.post-68814685095586360512011-08-10T13:49:00.000-07:002011-08-10T14:08:42.315-07:00About MeWelcome to the Seattle Spanker's blog. I'm a guy living in Seattle who has been into spanking his whole life. I prefer to top (M/f) but I'll bottom with the right person. Right now I don't have a spanking partner. I'm very new to Seattle and haven't met the right person yet. I'm a white collar professional, but my job gives me time to enjoy this side of my life too. <br />
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The purpose of this blog is for me to share my spanking stories with you. I've got a couple of long stories already written, and I'm working on some shorter ones too. If I'm not writing a spanking story, then I'm thinking up a new spanking story. This is also a place where I can discuss my thoughts on spanking; and hopefully, hear your comments and ideas. <br />
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As a top, I like relationship based spanking play. I don't spank to see how hard I can hit someone's bottom. I like to spank because of the relationship it creates between the top and the bottom. You'll notice that my stories often involve a compassionate aspect, where the spanker is doing it to help the spankee.<br />
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I usually write domestic or educational scenes into my story, where the spanker genuinely wants to keep the spankee from making future mistakes. I don't write age play, all of my characters are over 18; because, I don't like the element of non-consent. My characters always have the implicit choice to walk out, but it's in their best interests to take the spanking and learn their lesson. I also like to explore the psychological elements of a spanking whether it is Parent/child, Teacher/student, Husband/wife, etc.<br />
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Anyway, I hope you enjoy!Seattle Spankerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10435101139573166061noreply@blogger.com0