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…)

I found a nice account of a true spanking over at Emily Gets Spanked

As soon as I arrived he took me by my arm and marched to the living room. He turned me to face him and commanded me to look at him. It’s so hard to look into the disappointed eyes of the man that will soon have me over his knee for a spanking, but I did not dare disobey. He went over why I was going to be punished and made me repeat back to him what I was hearing. Once he felt that I was fully aware of the crime, he began. He led me to the bedroom…

“Strip!”

That was all he said! I wanted to cry! I’m not embarrassed to be naked in front of him at all, but the imbalance of him being completely clothed (down to his shoes) and me being completely naked is extremely powerful for me emotionally. I know that I have no say and I know that I will be punished until he feels I have learned my lesson–I also wouldn’t have it any other way. Even so, it’s still tremendously overwhelming to stand before the one you answer to as he watches you strip every article of clothing from your body. (more…)

Found a nice little true spanking account at Cassie’s Space:

Tom got the school paddle from the drawer and put me across his lap. He said “If you feel we need new spanking tools enough to sneak off to some sex shop to get them perhaps I am just not using the ones we have to their full effect.” I could tell from his tone that he was really mad. He may think he gives a warm up when he is mad but I don’t see it that way. I was still dressed but he was burning me up! He was talking about the stupid shopping trip but I wasn’t getting it all.

I had already started crying by this time, but tears don’t impress Tom when he is in the middle of things. He stood me up but I had no hope that he was finished. Tom stood up with me and asked “Cassie, why did you lie to me?” Well that question made me cry harder. I felt just awful. And I truly don’t know why I lied! I had already been caught; I knew he was going to spank me. What was I possibly thinking?? He told me to take off my pants and he knows it hate to do it myself. He bent me over the bed and shuttered as I heard him remove his belt. I belt on top of the paddling on top of him being so mad was just horrible. I guess this was the worse spanking I have had in quite a while.

A true spanking account that I really enjoyed reading was at Tiggr’s bog where she writes:

So how was I spanked and with what? Hard and long, with the most loathsome of our implements, in positions that are hardest for me to maintain or make me the most uncomfortable. As to the implements, there were many and I’m sure I won’t now recall them all but they included the infamous rubber strap, the long acrylic cane, the flexible rubber ruler, a VERY THICK, rough switch (more like a tree branch), the little leather flogger, the Attitude Adjuster paddle (basically a 2 x 4) and the short bamboo cane. Oh, and he rubbed it all in with the roughest hairbrush that we own.

First, just to add to my humiliation, Dante told me to strip completely… well, he let me keep my socks on as I get very chilly during hard spankings. Then he told me to stand up and put my palms down on the bed in front of me… the bed is on the floor so my bottom was quite high in the air. I arched my ass up as high as I could and spread my legs far apart, knowing precisely the position he wanted me to mantain.

My warm-up was with all the whippiest implements and left me squirming and whimpering from the very first strike. No place was off limits and he wielded the “toys” with mastery, bringing intense pain throughout my bottom, back, outer and inner thighs and all the way to the bottom of my calves.

Tiggr writes in her blog:

I got spanked good last night. I got it good, and hard, and good again… it just kept getting better and better. It’s been building for days between us, this desire for me to be spanked and his desire to spank me. And last night we were both satisfied. He spanked until I begged him to stop, until his arm was sore and tired and aching… I wanted him to spank me beyond the pain, into the pleasure, beyond that to the ecstasy of subspace and the endorphin high I crave with my every breath. And I got my wish… boy, oh boy, did I get my wish.

Now go read the rest at A Spanking Good Time