Surfing around I found a great new blog by Cin-d-girl and Dave and a wonderful true spanking story:
We stopped near a huge old tree, and Dave nodded toward it. I hesitated, looked around, tried to still my heart, swallow hard. All of those things all at once most likely. This was a very new experience!
I pressed myself against the tree, pulled my skirt up, pushed my panties down, and the unmistakable sounds of his belt leaving it’s loops carried to me, and then the first LOUD swat landed. I think we were both very still after that. I know that I looked out through the trees to see if anyone stopped … if any alarms were about to be raised … if anyone was peering into the trees to see what that sound had been.
So far so good!
He stepped back and spanked again. A hard spank, and again my ears strained to hear someone running to the rescue … shouts of alarm … and nothing!
More spanks, hard spanks. They built in intensity as our courage built. It was not a punishment spanking, but the intensity of emotion was nearly overwhelming. I had never experienced anything like this before. The spanks would push me into the tree … my groin … ok, clit … would brush against the rough bark, and then the belt would land again. Again and again. (more…)