Asking for a Spanking

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Karen took out the envelope containing the slip….the slip…the white crispy slip, the DETENTION SLIP, and walked gingerly by the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hello Mum. I got this today.” The closest that I ever "volunteered" for a spanking was at the end of elementary school that was more of a dare and weird fun. I love my parents and they clearly care about me. They have always taught me right from wrong and along the road that lesson has been learned through a painful bottom. For example, last Saturday evening my Dad applied ten swats of the slipper to my pyjama bottoms when he learned I’d been in trouble at school. Edit (01/03/2018): Thanks to the lovely people here, I've got everything figured out on how to go about asking my friend. Thank you all so much, I'll update you on how things go when I get the chance to ask him! Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline.

The spit in her mouth had gone, her knees went weak as she saw Mummy swell before her taking a deep breath. Her eyebrow lifted and vanished beneath her fringe. She sat down, and opened the envelope.When you ask for the spanking, you obviously knew she would do it bare bottom, but were you expecting her to use a belt? I've hesitated to join this thread because my situation was somewhat different than others who have written in this thread. I had a very unhappy mostly loveless early childhood with my mother and stepfather because he favored his two children and not the one he inherited. I ended up moving in with my father and stepmother -- who was pretty, warm and was the object of all my oedipal feelings. I also when I was growing up in the loveless part of my life noticed that the children whose mothers spanked them felt loved. So, I did things to get my stepmother to spank me so I, too, would feel loved and also get closer to the woman of my desires. Wasn't very successful though it got me birthday spankings until I moved out to go to college. Domestic Discipline (DD), Female Led Relationship (FLR), Femdom, Spanking F/M, Stepmother, Stepsister It was definitely better getting spanked by my stepmom. My dad traveled a lot so not only would I still get spanked, I might have to wait and think about it for a few days. My problem is, although that I know people spank and receive spankings for pleasure, I know that there is a good chance my parents will spank me again in anger. Also if I agree to my boyfriends requests he’ll want to continue.

She told me if I wanted to feel what a spanking felt like, she would give me one. But she would be the one deciding how hard and long she would spank me. Will...were those few times you opted for a spanking from your dad worth it, rather than be grounded? My Mom always spanked me when I did bad things, and I often did them to irritate her so she would. It was always bare bottom, too, my ** would get hard and rub between her thighs, she never said anything about that. I had been paddled on occasion in elementary school and junior high, the last once in 11th grade. Teachers in elementary and jr high had the authority to paddle a student herself or send us to the principal's office. It was then after that the paddle could be signed by the kid. I told her I wanted to know what it felt like and that I felt like a naughty boy just asking her to spank me.I knew one guy at school who went into HS never paddled or in serious misbehavior who wanted to rid himself of a good boy image to be more 'one of the guy.' Set himself up for a trip to the office & got his paddling. He felt it a right of passage or something worth peer approval. Mummy sat on the bed, and slid the slipper deftly under the pillow. Then turned a nervous, worried Karen to face her. “I told you quite plainly Karen, that if you were naughty at school, you would be punished at home.” As she did this she tugged the pyjama bottoms down, to land in a puddle at her daughters ankles.

I was so embarrassed when my mother stopped spanking me and told me to stand. She then led me to a corner of her bedroom and told me to stand there with my red bottom on display. The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!” I told her how I felt and blushed deep red as I asked her to start spanking me again. We talked about my reason for wanting to be spanked and I told her that I needed it and deserved it because of my bad behavior. Now ready for the spanking I had asked for my mother raised the hairbrush and gave me the spanking of my life.Going on caningabottom's comment - i will say this "do something childish and see how this person responds" no harm no fowl if this is meant to be it will happen and if not well you did try. Ok, I finally did it. Lol. I've been meaning for weeks to write out the only memory I have of semi-witnessing a friend get 'punished' by a parent...Or at all, for that matter. (I can't remember the mom's name, so....yeah. No name for her. xD) My father died when I was 13, Mom was a wreak, never leaving the house only wearing a robe. I was acting up from the lost. Then one night before bed she snapped and dragged me across her knees and spanked me. Her robe opened up as I struggled to get free, she was naked. Suddenly she just stopped had dug her nails in my **. I realize now she had an **. She grabbed my hair and made me ** her boots. Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow!