Asking for a Spanking

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After my time with Miss Rachel yesterday, I now recognize that I have no reason to feel guilt and shame for this part of me. I still have things to learn and work through in regards to it. I now know who to invite over who can help with some of that.

When I was 11 I asked my Auntie to give me a spanking. I was staying with her for a week and when out shopping I was rude to her and right away felt guilty. Once we got home a few hours later I said was sorry and that I deserved to get a spanking. She agreed that I did and told me to go to my room and wait for her. About 5 minutes later she came in carrying the slipper that I knew was often used on my cousins. She sat on my bed and told me to drop my shorts and pants and get over her knee. I did so and she gave me a hard spanking with her slipper. Although the spanking was painful, I felt better afterwards and enjoyed the rest of my stay. Don't awwwww mom me. Bring me the paddle, get your pajamas down around your ankles. I want your naughty bare bottom over my knee...now move!" "I am going to blister that bottom until you can't sit for a week!" There was a time when me and three of my friends cut study hall and got caught running in the auditorium. The principal said he was not going to spank us because the lady teacher in charge of the study hall had already told him she wanted to spank as we had cut her study hall. She instructed us to come to her classroom after school and she would deal with us then. When we went to her room she gave us all an option of a spanking over her knee or after school detention for the next month. Three of us opted for the spanking and one for detention. We were spanked that very day we opted for it. As I recall, she spanked pretty hard for a lady! When I was a freshman in high school, I got a detention. I suggest to Mom that I be spanked for it bare bottom. I knew I was going to be punished. I did not want a grounding and if I was going to be spanked, I did not want her to use her wooden spoon on me. She agreed.When she had finished, she told me to look at myself in the mirror. My entire bottom was bright pink. Our youngest was injured (both wrists and an ankle) from a bad fall. I mentioned before that he has special needs and as part of that, he also makes a terrible “patient.” Emotionally he doesn’t do well when he is hurt, and his needs (and demands) which are already high, go off the scale. All to say that my days have been exhausting, and I look to Mike to provide respite in the evenings, which means he too is exhausted. There are the physical demands of lifting my son, but the emotional demands are equally draining . . . no, they are actually more draining. I just wanted to thank you again for the experience you were able to provide me. My bottom is still sore, especially whenever I go to sit down. The punishment has definitely made it easier for me to focus on what I need to do in those areas of my life that we discussed. It also seems like the spanking had some sort of therapeutic effect. I mean, I expected to feel some of the weight of the guilt I was carrying to be lifted, and it was. But I have also just been in a much better mood in general since Sunday. I didn’t expect a spanking to have that sort of long term effect on my mood…. If a guy jokingly compliments himself in text messages is this normal behaviour or does he want validation?

Also I think my dad was always keen to see that I was not getting off lightly and made sure he gave me a extra good spanking. Painful as the spankings were I did feel they were worth it. Whether you’re new to being spanked or a seasoned pro, I strongly recommend Miss Rachel services. Since meeting her, I’ve not gone anywhere else and won’t be needing to because she really is the best. When I was a kid, I once felt guilty after having argued and been disrespectful to my parents. The next morning, before school I asked my dad to spank me. He put me across his knee and spanked my bare butt with his hand. We both felt better.You are too old for a spanking. That is something you do to a 5-6 year old. The fact that the grounding will be more "painful" to you is the best reason to go with that punishment. It increases the chances of you learning your lesson and not repeating the behavior. I got a bare bottom spanking from mom in 1970. I was 16 and I had recently cheated on a test in school. I felt so guilty about it that I decided to tell my mother. I actually wanted her to punish me so as to hopefully lessen the guilt. She was very disappointed with me when I told her, which only made me feel worse. My comment must've been annoying or something, judging by the sigh she gave in response. "No, No...Ashley and Rebecca purposely did something that I've told them over and over again to NOT do. So, since words obviously weren't enough, I had to use a different method."

Yes, I have before. One time I failed a test and my dad asked me if it was because I was lazy or if I was really having trouble. I told him I was having trouble, and he offered to help. Eventually he was being so nice that I admitted I had just been lazy and probably deserved a spanking. He bent me right over his lap. I felt so much better after!!As a spanko herself she totally understands the mindset of somebody who may be attracted to receiving regular spankings and accountability but wants to use that as a motivator for self improvement rather than anything sexual. Her philosophy of positive reinforcement through punishment is unique and quite empowering and provides a wonderful catharsis and stress release. She’s also extremely versatile and can provide anything from loving but strict accountability to a low stress, conversational spanking to straight up raining hellfire on your poor rear end as she tells you that the spanking is just getting started right as you begin to beg for mercy. I’m still a relative novice on the scene, but I feel confident in saying she’s a natural at her job. Oh...Duh. Hearing that, I just gave a small 'ooooh...', before finally reaching my front door. It being MY house, I didn't really think anything of it when I opened the door and walked right on in. My mom, who was sitting on the couch with one of her books, just looked up in confusion. "Oh. Hey, sweetheart. You're home early." She gave my friends' mom a questioning look, silently asking for information.