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.
I obeyed. He instructed me to bend over the bed as he removed his belt from his jeans. That simple act still sends fear straight through me! He meticulously wrapped the belt around his hand and left only enough to sufficiently lash my bottom. I felt the leather softly swing over my cheeks, only to cruelly bite into my flesh seconds later.
Earlier in the day he told me that there would be NO set amount of spanking. He would simply spank me as hard and long as he could. He let me know that the only breaks would be the ones he would need to rest his arm! I was terrified from the first kiss of his belt…not knowing how long he would continue. It absolutely took complete control away from me. There would be no talking myself through it knowing that there were only “this many” left.
Impact after impact left me breathless. I was determined to stay put and show him that I really do respect and cherish his authority. I yelled out, but I was mostly successful at staying in place during the whipping. He pulled me to standing and simply commanded me to go get the bath brush. I immediately felt dread consume me, but I refused to let it prevent me from obeying.
Before I had a chance to panic, I found myself over the side of the bed being held securely in place. I grabbed the blanket in my hands and placed a big wad of it in my mouth for biting! The bath brush was brutal. I couldn’t tell you how many times I felt it’s punishing bite, but I know it was no less than what I deserved. With the last few blows I was completely frozen and silent. As soon as he stopped I collapsed into a heap on his bed…I was finally able to release the tears. He held me for as long as it took for me to recover.
There are also some nice pictures, so you will have to go over there and check them out.
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