I Was Spanked On My Bare Bottom By Another Man
I Spanked Bad Pam
By way of introduction, my friend Rick gave me a spanking at my own request--see "I Was Spanked at Age Forty-Four" to see what I'm referring to. But Rick wrote his own version of what happened, which he posted on another site. I thought it was a pretty accurate description from his point of view.
Unfortunately Rick does not seem to be on this site, but I have a copy of his post, which I'm sure he would not mind sharing with you. So here goes, complete with some of my added illustrations--and even references to my cellulite!
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I've known Pamela Ann since 1985. We met during a show and we hit things off immediately. I knew she was engaged to be married, so our relationship was purely platonic. I may as well say that Pam was an actress in local productions and was hilarious both on and off stage. I went on to do professional theater while Pam quit acting to raise her family of triplet daughters, a formidable task if I may say so. I met her husband a few times and he appeared to be very personable.
Pam likes to be called Pamela Ann, but I call her Pam because her formal name takes too long to say, especially when coupled with her Italian married name.
During a break in rehearsal I brought up the subject of spanking. I spanked several girls over the years, especially in high school and college, and I told her several stories about my experiences. She seemed interested, and she told me that she was spanked by her mother and even took a paddling from her principal, which I found hard to imagine because she did not seem to be a "bad girl" at all. She was very sweet and very knowledgeable on a variety of subjects. She was also very funny, and sometimes she entertained the cast with her rendition of "The Lumberjack Song" from Monty Python.
I believe it was late in 2002 that I received a very strange e-mail from Pam, with whom I had continued contact over the years. She asked me to spank her!
Pam told me she had messed up the family's vacation plans and felt so sorry that her only recourse was to receive a sound spanking. Secretly this was a dream come true, but I had some misgivings because Pam and I had been good friends for so long. Finally I agreed to spank her for five minutes with a hairbrush on her bare bottom. We set a date and time when she would come to my house while my wife was at work.
At the appointed time Pam rang my doorbell, and I let her in. Pam is not too tall, only about 5'4", but her heels made her appear taller. She has golden red hair which she had tied into a ponytail with a pretty black bow that matched her black skirt. She also wore a simple white blouse. Pam doesn't wear any makeup, but she has a natural attractiveness that doesn't need enhancement. She seemed very nervous. I invited her to sit down while we made small talk. Then I told her what she should expect from this spanking, how it was to be done, and if she wanted a safe word. She declined it. In conclusion I asked her if she wanted to go through with this. Nervous but brave, Pam said she did. But she asked to see the hairbrush first. I showed it to her with some amusement, and she made a comment that it looked like her mother's brush, except mine was made of blond wood. Then I escorted her to my dining room and sat down on one of the chairs, facing out from the table.
First I gave Pam a scolding, then told her to lie across my knee. I saw that her black skirt had many accordion pleats and came just above her kneecaps. When she was in position I lifted her skirt back to her shoulders and saw that she was wearing a white slip. I raised that too and saw to my surprise that she was wearing a white garter belt to hold her stockings up. That amused me, and I complimented her choice of underwear which also consisted of a pair of white nylon panties trimmed with ruffles. I wanted to calm her, but she still appeared very high-strung. At last I pulled down her panties to the welts of her stockings. Her bare bottom was framed by the garter straps and lowered white underpants. Her skin was very pale, and the cheeks of her bottom were dimpled with some cellulite, but not enough to make her appear fat. I set a digital timer for five minutes, took the hairbrush into my right hand, and at last pushed the button to begin the timing.
I began to spank quickly, alternating her rippling buns, using my wrist to apply the brush. Pam gasped and began to writhe. She took her spanking quite well, but her pale skin quickly began to redden until her buttocks glowed with heat. Pam groaned and let slip a couple of "Ow! Ow!" sounds, but she did not ask me to stop.
About three minutes into the spanking Pam suddenly let out with a squeal and then began to cry. I did not stop paddling her, but asked her if she wanted me to stop. Pam said to go through with it. So I continued to lay on the hairbrush. Her bottom was a shining red and looked very painful. I know a five-minute spanking can really hurt, but she took it all with only some crying and groaning. I was very impressed. Then the timer went off and I finished the spanking with one sharp whack to each buttock. Pam remained over my knee, crying and sniffling. I was sorry that I hurt her, but she had asked for this. Still, I had a bad feeling that I had really hurt my dear friend.
I suggested she sit on a cushioned sofa. She told me she felt guilty now that it was over, and I admitted that I also felt guilty about doing this to her. I gave Pam a hug and spoke some soothing words to her. I wondered how she was going to sit down for the drive back to her house. I promised her that I would never do that to her again.
Pam's stamina amazed me. Even so, the fantasies I had about spanking her seemed to vanish when I did it for real. Pam is too much of a nice girl to spank.
By way of introduction, my friend Rick gave me a spanking at my own request--see "I Was Spanked at Age Forty-Four" to see what I'm referring to. But Rick wrote his own version of what happened, which he posted on another site. I thought it was a pretty accurate description from his point of view.
Unfortunately Rick does not seem to be on this site, but I have a copy of his post, which I'm sure he would not mind sharing with you. So here goes, complete with some of my added illustrations--and even references to my cellulite!
________________________________________
I've known Pamela Ann since 1985. We met during a show and we hit things off immediately. I knew she was engaged to be married, so our relationship was purely platonic. I may as well say that Pam was an actress in local productions and was hilarious both on and off stage. I went on to do professional theater while Pam quit acting to raise her family of triplet daughters, a formidable task if I may say so. I met her husband a few times and he appeared to be very personable.
Pam likes to be called Pamela Ann, but I call her Pam because her formal name takes too long to say, especially when coupled with her Italian married name.
During a break in rehearsal I brought up the subject of spanking. I spanked several girls over the years, especially in high school and college, and I told her several stories about my experiences. She seemed interested, and she told me that she was spanked by her mother and even took a paddling from her principal, which I found hard to imagine because she did not seem to be a "bad girl" at all. She was very sweet and very knowledgeable on a variety of subjects. She was also very funny, and sometimes she entertained the cast with her rendition of "The Lumberjack Song" from Monty Python.
I believe it was late in 2002 that I received a very strange e-mail from Pam, with whom I had continued contact over the years. She asked me to spank her!
Pam told me she had messed up the family's vacation plans and felt so sorry that her only recourse was to receive a sound spanking. Secretly this was a dream come true, but I had some misgivings because Pam and I had been good friends for so long. Finally I agreed to spank her for five minutes with a hairbrush on her bare bottom. We set a date and time when she would come to my house while my wife was at work.
At the appointed time Pam rang my doorbell, and I let her in. Pam is not too tall, only about 5'4", but her heels made her appear taller. She has golden red hair which she had tied into a ponytail with a pretty black bow that matched her black skirt. She also wore a simple white blouse. Pam doesn't wear any makeup, but she has a natural attractiveness that doesn't need enhancement. She seemed very nervous. I invited her to sit down while we made small talk. Then I told her what she should expect from this spanking, how it was to be done, and if she wanted a safe word. She declined it. In conclusion I asked her if she wanted to go through with this. Nervous but brave, Pam said she did. But she asked to see the hairbrush first. I showed it to her with some amusement, and she made a comment that it looked like her mother's brush, except mine was made of blond wood. Then I escorted her to my dining room and sat down on one of the chairs, facing out from the table.
First I gave Pam a scolding, then told her to lie across my knee. I saw that her black skirt had many accordion pleats and came just above her kneecaps. When she was in position I lifted her skirt back to her shoulders and saw that she was wearing a white slip. I raised that too and saw to my surprise that she was wearing a white garter belt to hold her stockings up. That amused me, and I complimented her choice of underwear which also consisted of a pair of white nylon panties trimmed with ruffles. I wanted to calm her, but she still appeared very high-strung. At last I pulled down her panties to the welts of her stockings. Her bare bottom was framed by the garter straps and lowered white underpants. Her skin was very pale, and the cheeks of her bottom were dimpled with some cellulite, but not enough to make her appear fat. I set a digital timer for five minutes, took the hairbrush into my right hand, and at last pushed the button to begin the timing.
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I began to spank quickly, alternating her rippling buns, using my wrist to apply the brush. Pam gasped and began to writhe. She took her spanking quite well, but her pale skin quickly began to redden until her buttocks glowed with heat. Pam groaned and let slip a couple of "Ow! Ow!" sounds, but she did not ask me to stop.
About three minutes into the spanking Pam suddenly let out with a squeal and then began to cry. I did not stop paddling her, but asked her if she wanted me to stop. Pam said to go through with it. So I continued to lay on the hairbrush. Her bottom was a shining red and looked very painful. I know a five-minute spanking can really hurt, but she took it all with only some crying and groaning. I was very impressed. Then the timer went off and I finished the spanking with one sharp whack to each buttock. Pam remained over my knee, crying and sniffling. I was sorry that I hurt her, but she had asked for this. Still, I had a bad feeling that I had really hurt my dear friend.
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I suggested she sit on a cushioned sofa. She told me she felt guilty now that it was over, and I admitted that I also felt guilty about doing this to her. I gave Pam a hug and spoke some soothing words to her. I wondered how she was going to sit down for the drive back to her house. I promised her that I would never do that to her again.
Pam's stamina amazed me. Even so, the fantasies I had about spanking her seemed to vanish when I did it for real. Pam is too much of a nice girl to spank.
