Having had several real life domestic accounts about young adults and college girls it occurred to me that there must be many, many more relationship accounts out there. So in a rare idle moment I ran some searches and checked out the usual suspects and found some.
What follows is the best of a selection chanced upon on Voy, EP and Fem1st.
Danielle wrote:
About what HKM said about spanking within marriage and being outted in a DD relationship or not. I think it is your own business.
I met my partner at a health spa on the South Coast. I had been sent there by my then current boyfriend as a treat and I think in an attempt to keep me. But I hadn’t been serious about him and the main attraction had been the spoiling and the escape from chattering boys (he was much older than me). I had always been drawn to older men but in those days didn’t know why.
John was also quite a bit older than me, although in much better shape than the guy I realised I was dumping.
We hit it off at once and I was absolutely captivated by his honesty. He told me right off he liked his women in their place and had no time for women’s equality, even if it was fair.
I told him that I didn’t believe in going Dutch, so what did I care.
“A bit of a spoilt bitch are you?” he teased or half-teased. “I would love to give you a good sound spanking on your bare bottom.”
Men had said that to me before. Apparently I have the arse for it. I laughed and maybe I said, “What else is new?”
He became serious and said it was no laughing matter and that I could definitely stand being taken in hand.
“If I spanked you it would hurt and you would do what you were told,” he said.
It scared me, but not enough to put me off. So when he called me a week later we went on a date.
Out of mischief I complained about the wine and sent it back and when I got my own way I played up like that all night. My recent ex had been amused by the game and had always paid the bill.
John didn’t say a word but when we got back to his place he told me he could call a cab and go or stay and see what happened. He was quite cross so I guessed what was coming, but I opted to stay.
He put me over his knee and bared my bottom quickly. Then as I expected he gave me a very smart spanking. It hurt more than I expected, but I thought it was fair enough. Then he sent me to the bathroom to fetch his bath brush.
“You can’t, it will bruise,” I told him.
He shrugged and told me it wasn’t a game and he could still call me a cab.
I apologised about my behaviour and asked to stay. Needless to say it didn’t get me out of a spanking.
The main event hurt worse than anything and I bawled like a kid all the way through. I was right, it did bruise and for days and days. And after he made go and stand in the corner in the nude.
The sex was great, but he played too rough for me, or so I thought but a dozen spankings later and half again as many dates I moved in.
I loved the way he stood up to me, but the spankings and other punishments were real. If I wasn’t a good girl, I got spanked and properly. He also loved giving me corner time, which was really embarrassing. It got so I really tried to behave.
Once or twice he sent me to the corner when friends were there. Nothing was said but they must have guessed I would be spanked once they were gone.
Finally a friend told me it was wrong and I should leave him. So after asking another friend, who agreed, I went home to my step-mother and told her everything.
Instead of support, Mum was absolutely furious. She said I was like a leaf in the wind and gave up on things too much. She told me that if I didn’t want a spanking from him, then I should not put up with it, but that if I didn’t mind then it was my own business and not my girlfriends who were probably jealous.
That night John phoned and sort of said the same thing. He told me he loved me and although it would be an issue, we could talk about it and maybe work something out. He was also genuinely concerned if I had felt at all coerced.
I had a good hard think about it and felt absolutely sick. I really had been a spoilt brat when he met me and I could not imagine life without him. It was odd, but when I was told off by Mum I felt my bottom clench like I would be spanked and it felt right.
I wrote a long note of apology and told John that any punishment he decided on was absolutely deserved. I didn’t say so but in my head I thought of a party where everyone came to see me spanked like a naughty girl.
Then when I got home I left the note on the table and dressed in only a top and put myself in the corner. I even drew back the curtains and made it really obvious.
I was there a long time before John got home and read the note.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I told him I was and when he said we should be more discreet, but I said we should be less discreet and that I was proud of being put in my place when I needed it. I also said I was really, really sorry.
The spanking I got was the worst ever and I could hardly sit down afterwards. I also had to go to the corner for a good cry. That was all I got for running away even though I asked for more.
But any discretion was over after that. It was so embarrassing doing bare bottom corner time in front of male and female friends and even my Mum and sister. But I absolutely never regretted it, well except maybe occasionally at the time.
So I say if it is right for you then work it out for yourself.
Tammy wrote:
I got my first ever proper adult spanking on a picnic. It started as a play fight. It was fairly intense and afterwards we made out with some heavy petting. In those days you didn’t have sex unless you were serious, but a spanking was something else. I was so embarrassed but kind of excited. I had hand sized marks on my bottom for days.
Nothing happened after that. Not even when we got engaged. But I did used to fantasise about it.
Then one day we had an argument as couples do. It was bad and I knew it was my fault.
Then the day after and we still had not made up I went for a walk. There was a paddle in a hardware store window with some joke words on it: ‘Family Attitude Adjuster’ and cartoon picture of a house wife bending over.
I waited until the male assistant went out back and then asked the woman behind the counter if the paddle worked or was it just a light ornamental piece that would break.
She took me seriously and asked me what I had in mind. I don’t know why, but I told her everything and she did not blink and we tested it out on our hands and some cushions.
Taking the paddle home I told Brian I was sorry and gave it him. His mother was there, so it was a bit embarrassing, but after a quiet word she went into the front room and I went into the wash house out back.
I decided to bare my own bottom and he told me to bend over an old washer.
It was a hard spanking as he really put it to me, but it cleared the air and we agreed to use it from then on.
The words and drawing got a bit worn over the years but in 1978 I gave it to my daughter, who as far as I know had it used on her own bare bottom right up until her own daughter wed.
I don’t know if it is still used but my granddaughter still has it hanging in the den of her house. Maybe it would not happen these days, but I love to think of it polishing bare bottoms in our family for generations to come.
Cassie D wrote:
I had had affairs with women before I got married so it was not that strange that I started again after my divorce. But mainly I threw myself into my realty work. I hadn’t up until then considered myself a lesbian and just assumed I would find another guy and do the happy family thing.
Then I met Wendy. She was older than me and totally in your face. We hit it off at once after she came looking at some property I had for viewing.
We had a couple of dates and then she didn’t call for a while. She was the first woman I had missed after.
Anyway a couple of weeks later she calls me about a property she wanted to see and suggested we combine it with dinner. I was a bit huffy with her on the phone but business was business. But I did turn up late for the viewing to make a point.
She was pissed at me and bawled me out.
I didn’t keep my cool and let her have it about not calling.
“I have been out of the country, I had a sudden deal, I called you,” she said angrily.
There had been one message, but it had been a bad line and I had deleted it without really listening.
“What you need little girl is a good sound spanking on your bare bottom,” she said or something like.
I don’t know how but a moment later I was face down over her knee with my suit pants and panties at my ankles getting my butt blistered. It must have been good and red before she asked, “You want to see me again or not?”
“Can we?” I said meekly, I was crying and totally jello over her lap.
She said fine but that I had to learn my manners first. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a hand brush. She gave me another very sound spanking and did not let up until I was a mess.
Later at dinner at her place I had to kneel on a stool, but it was the best night ever.
She didn’t buy that place but we bought another. At the viewing she spanked me again over and over for no reason other than to let me know who was boss. Between spankings I had to cool down in just about every corner in the house.
I was still there, mercifully just out of sight, when my colleague came to see how we liked it.
My bruised behind still graces some of those corners.
