A spanking session I had with another redditor.
Nice subreddit you have here. I hope true discipline stories are ok to tell here. I have an encounter to tell from a meeting I had with another redditor last year.
On my old account, I had a post i put on another subreddit looking to give spankings to any women that needed one. It was a light hearted post in my city's kink subreddit that I really didn't think would get traction. I'm into giving spankings, it's a kink of mine. I know how to spank just right. Firm enough to mean business, but controlled enough to not leave marks. I find the mindset during a spanking is more a part of their effectiveness than the physical part.
A married woman reached out and said she needed some discipline. I gained rapport and trust because I too am married, so I'm not here to blow up our lives. Just spank and go. She and her husband weren't intimate for a while and she had begun cheating emotionally online for validation. For her spanking, she wanted to keep her panties on. Honestly that didn't interest me. I mean, I gotta get something out of it and not just spank some clothed woman. Finally we agreed she'd be bare bottomed for it but she didn't want anything sexual. So no letting my hand go where it shouldn't. Just spanking and that's it. And try not to leave marks. Her husband rarely saw her nude anymore, but she didn't want to bruise and have him possibly see evidence of infidelity. Ok I'm down.
So we meet up in an empty-ish parking garage after work. My SUV windows are limo tinted in the back. She parks next to me and we slip into my backseat. She looked like a librarian. Covered up with a thick, turtleneck sweater. Glasses. Short brown hair with bangs. Simple jeans and brown boots. Tall, with a few extra pounds. We exchange pleasantries and I ask, "So I hear you need a spanking, is that right?"
All of a sudden, this turns into a therapy session. She starts confessing all these things she wants to change about herself. How she procrastinates too much. And she wants to get better at diet and exercise. Then we get to the emotional cheating. She had been talking and sending nudes to a married man in the area and felt it was only a matter of time before they met and got intimate. She wanted me to discipline her in the hopes it could rewire her thinking like spankings did in her youth. She felt extreme guilt over what she was doing and had no one to tell. She pours it all out to me for about 10 minutes. I'm just nodding along.
Well finally I've had enough. I put my hands on her shoulders and flat out tell her to pull her pants down. She's like, "Wait..Aren't you going to scold me first?" I tell her yeah, when you bend over my knee I will. So she starts reluctantly pulling her pants down below her knees. I help her get over my knee.
Before me is full access to a nice, thick ass with floral printed boy shorts that cover her entire cheeks. ”The panties are coming down just as we discussed.” I grab them by the back of the elastic and begin pulling them down over her cheeks. She wiggles back and forth on my knee to help them along. I lay them to rest on her upper thighs. I put on this stern voice and go through all the things she mentioned as I'm spanking. "You're gonna start eating better and taking better care of yourself, aren't you."
Smack, smack, smack.
"And you're going to start waking up early and taking yourself to the gym." More smacks of her voluptuous ass endures. Her cheeks sing with a wonderful smack as my palm hits them just right. "And this man you're messing with, you're cutting that shit out now and deleting his contact info." These aren't questions I'm asking her. They're demands.
Smack, smack, smack.
"He's bad news and is gonna get you caught." This is when I really ramp it up now that her ass is pink.
She's going "yes sir" after everything I say. I even make her repeat the lines, to get them in her head. ”Yes sir, I'm gonna delete that chat with him and quit messing around on my husband." She's whimpering and yelping the whole time. Her big mistake was putting her hand on her butt to block one of my swats. "Huge mistake, Miss." I grab her wrist and bend her hand right up into the small of her back. She's now scream crying out ”Please, please, pleeeeease, no, nooo. Owwwwww." We had agreed on safe words of green, yellow, and red if I needed to tone it down or spank harder. She never said any of them. Her ass was getting a very warm shade of red and I let off the gas a little as to not leave marks that might get her caught.
So near the end, I'm rubbing her bottom and she's wet as hell you can see it all over her inner thighs. I start spanking her again and sternly tell her this is discipline and she's not supposed to be enjoying it like that. Through tears she's crying and apologizing "Sorry sir. I'm sorry..I..I can't help it." I sooth her bottom with circular motions of my palm while she whimpers and calms down her crying.
I don't touch her, not even once where I'm not supposed to. But the view of her reddened ass and soaked, shaved little slit between her cheeks was so nice. I help her get upright, and hand her some napkins from my center console to dab her tears with. She's snorting and sniffling away the emotions. Once she gets dressed, it's like a switch flips in her brain. She's back to being the confident woman that slid into my car 20 minutes ago. She had leaked all over my thigh where her pussy rested on it. We laughed and she apologized. I didn't care, it dried before I got home.
The next day she thanked me again with a brief message. And I reciprocated. I never followed up with her because I didn't want it to turn into a full blown spanking relationship. That was one and done with her and I satisfied a little kink I keep in the back of my mind. She got what she needed and so did I.