All Comments on 'A Spanking Romance'

BULLSHIT

Why do people read submissions in the BDSM category if they can not understand that some people want it? Submissives may be different but they have needs. You may not feel they should need this but it is not for you to judge and condemn them for being different. Before you make another assumption - I am a 50+ yr professional woman with some submissive tendencies - why - no clue. But as long as my partner understands my needs - what business is it of yours. After 40 yr - I know he loves me

some people who read bdsm just don't understand the life style if someone trys to deter u from writing like htis don't listen some people just need to be treated like this to know they are loved and cared for

I'm not sure if this is the right place to post a spanking story. It's not really a BDSM thing, but I didn't know where else to put it.

No it's not BULLSHIT, it's just a different kink and in some people maybe a need. If it's not your style then there is plenty of other great stories to read here!

i wish my husband would give me a spanking like that when i start acting up. this was great. keep at it.

This is a great story. It has more of an undercurrent that is believable rather than a pure porno, dirty stories you usually read about bdsm. it illustrates the very basic raw nature of why ppl seek out this lifestyle.

I'm a long time lurker on this site, I prefer stories like this to the whole formal master/slave thing. I have read some good ones on here and I think your stories are among the best hope to read more.

I almost never see spanking romance written by men that is enjoyable. I am assuming you are a man and I love this story. You should make it into a book and put it on Amazon. I think you have a talent here for sharing a man's feelings, knowing what women want and delivering on the story telling part of this. The love story is very sensual. My only advice is to make the spankings as sensual as the story you have here. The spankings were a bit cold. I would have liked to have seen her get her panties taken down and her bottom lovingly bared and caressed before an otk spanking. Then again, in a book you could work up to sensual yet punishment type spankings for her own good. All in all... very good indeed! I'm a woman btw. This is sort of the marriage I have with my dh. I had the same kind of mother, but my father never spanked me. I was never spanked as a child, but grew up unsure of myself and guilt ridden. My dh is older by the same amount and came to realize that I needed to rid myself of guilt. He realizes when I'm worked up with guilt, nothing works better than a long sensual, yet punishment spanking over his knee on the bare. He takes his time and stops for a lot of caressing. Don't get me wrong, they do sting... a lot, but they are a relief. he holds me after it is over. Nice job.

I was a physical training at a local gym and I’m 22 years old 5 11’ and in great shape less than 2%bbody fat. I meet him because I was assigned to him as his training. Mike was a registered male nurse and in great shape himself. After about three months of being his trainer we started dating. He been such a gentleman to me, he even respected the face that I was saving myself for marriage and he has never pressured me about sex. He always keeps his promises which is what I always respected about him. We’ve been dating about six months now and he was going out of town for about week and needed a house sitter. He has a customer car he’s been customizing for the past few years and told me before he left that if I touch his car he blister my butt until I could sit for a week. I responded that I total understand and I would do the something if it were my car. While he was out of town, I found his keys and took his car for a ride with my girlfriends. Sure enough while it was parked in the parking lot it was hit by someone else. Insurance took care of it but I than tried to lie to him over the phone about it. I felt so bad about it, I agreed to take the punishment whoopin from him to clear the air and make things right between us, he was so upset it took him about a week to calm down enough for us to talk about it, about a week after that I went over his place and I decided to accept what was coming or so I thought.

He asked me to lower my britches. “Ok, let’s get your britches down!”

“Mike I’m not taking off my cloths, I’m not going to be naked for this!”

“First, I’m not telling you, you have to be naked. I’m not telling you to take off your cloths, I’m only telling you to take few of them down. I’m not paddling your pants, I’m paddling you, you thought you were too big for your britches, joy ride in my custom car than try to lie about it, and the only way for you’ll learn you’re not is to lower your britches. I had you house sit for me while I was out of town and I told you that if you touch my car that I’d bust your butt. Now hand me the paddle and lower them.”

I let out a big sigh of protest, I felt so bad that I let him down and I know that I broke our trust but since I was going to get accept this I was going to try to prove to him I can take it, “fine but you’re not going to make me cry!” Handed it to him

Than he told me, "We’ll see about that, now let’s get to the bare issues here. You busted my car now I’m going to bust your butt, going to keep my promise, I’m sorry honey."

I am wearing my usually jeans at the time which I likes to wear with my cowboy boots. I slowly undo my belt buckle as I am trying to talk him out of paddling me. Got the flap of my belt out from the front loop of my jeans and started to pull to unhook it loose. Asking him “do I really haft too take’m down, I mean. . .?”

He interrupted me, “honey your jeans didn’t do anything, I’m paddling your butt not your jeans. I’m sorry honey but it has to be this way.”

I swallowed hard, “ohhhh” Letting out a whimper as I pulled a little and got my belt unhooked, pulled it out of his buckle and was about to start with the button of my jeans. “But Mike, I really don’t think. . .”

He interrupted me again, got up stepped towards me reaching out and placing his hand my hands looking me straight in the eyes, “honey, it is going to going to be ok, I promise you that I will not take advantaged you, I gave you a promise and I mean to keep it. This isn’t about sex but it’s about respect. I have always kept my promise and know this, I will take care of you afterwards, that’s what the lotion on the table is for, I love you and I just want what’s best for you and us. “

This was the first time he said he loved me, my lips started to stammer. My heart melted, I threw my arms around him almost started to cry right then and there telling him I was so sorry about what I did.

Holding me tightly he said, “I know honey, I know, but unfortunately I still have to keep another promise, you know me I always keep my word, so please no more arguments about this, ah?”

Looked directly at him and nodded. I stepped backed and asked him if I can have a pillow to hang on too with my hands. He went to his bedroom and returned with two pillows. He sat back down on the chair. With deep sigh, another whimper and lips stammering I slowing unsnap it the bottom of my jeans. Stopped for second.

Looking into his eyes, “I love you too Mike and I do trust you!” I started to slowly unzip my zipper, put my thumbs on the inside of my jeans and hesitated again.

In a very calm voice he said, “it’ll be already, I have sisters and you don’t have anything that I haven’t already seen.”

I slowly lowered them to just below my checks and hesitated again look at him hopefully it would be far enough.

“All the way down, honey, all the way down! I’m sorry but it has to be all the way.”

Whimpering again, I slightly bent over pushing my jeans down to my where they bunched up at my boots. Stood up in with just my panties ups and look directly into his eyes. “Mike can we just. . . .” as I tried to protest.

Again and he said, “you are going to bear through this situation and but in this sense I mean bare, now you are going to have to get them down too, honey, all the way, come on, I understand that you are embarrassed but that’s the whole point.”

Let a whimper and said, “oh man this is going to hurt!” I slowly moved my thumbs into the waist band of my panties and slowly started to pushed them down too.

“Well, it’s a whoopin it supposed to hurt honey but I very proud of you for accepting it.”

I pushed them to my knees and stood up covering myself, I was so embarrassed, jeans at my ankles and panties to my knees standing there in front of the man whom I love ready to take a the whoopin of my life. I was scared and yet I also felt a sense of trust towards Mike, a bond that was there that I couldn’t explain. I hobbled forward to his side, lips still stammering as I asked for the pillow to huge.

“please do everything you can to keep your arms and hands around the pillow” he said, “so I don’t want to hit them accidentally.

“I will honey, I’m really sorry about what I did and. . . “

He motioned with his hand and calmly interrupted and “I know honey, now, no sense putting it off more than we have too, alright, let’s get to the bottom of things and move on, ok?" Then handed me the pillow.

I sighs, nodded and took the pillow hugged and turned over his knee. I took a pillow and started to huge it as he adjust me. He rest the wooden paddle on my backside and ask me the final question.

"Do you believe that if I paddle blisters into your backside that you won’t take my car or lie to me again?"

I wait for at least half a minute trying to stall to see if there was any way he might change his mind.

“Kimmmmm, I’m waiting?”

“How many am I going to get,” I asked.

“As many as it takes, how did I say I was going to paddle you for lying and taking my car without permission?

I hesitated again, “Honey, you need to answer me!”

I swallowed hard again, “you said you’d paddle blisters into my butt until I can’t sit for a week.”

“Ok, than how many are you going to get than, Kim?”

“hooooo, I don’t know?”

“Thanks right, now I’m going to ask you again, do you believe that if I paddle you backside that you won’t take my things or lie to me again?"

Feeling the flatness of the wood paddle resting on my bare butt, I swallowed again, I said, “Ok, ok, but please don’t spank that hard, I’m really sorry!”

“So is that a yes?”

Waited for few seconds more, just trying to stall. I was so embarrass being over his knee, having my pants down like this and having this conversation.

He taped my butt with the paddle lightly, “Kimmmm?”

Figured that I might as well get it over with, “ok,yes, yes, I won’t lie or take your car ever again, I’m really sorry Mike, I don’t have to count them do I?” With that, he raised the paddle.

“I sorry I have to do this Kim, and no you don’t have to count, I doubt you will be able to count that fast!” I lets out a whimper which let him know that I was ready.

There are no warm ups, no pauses between swats. From start to finish it was spanking as hard and fast as he could. He made sure he got every inch of my backside, from the top to the bottom to at least one paddle width underneath. Ensuring that he give my bottom no rest. At first I was so determined not to cry or yell, but I couldn’t take anymore .

“oochie oochie oochie!” I straighten up my entire body, crossed my legs and squirmed, clinches and unclenched.

“ok, ok ok, I can’t, I can’t I can’t!” squeezing my pillow tighter and tighter as I and started kicking like crazy.

Whack after whack, fast and hard and there was no signs of him letting up.

“ouchi, ouchi, ouchi, ouheeeeeeee!” I lost all ability to make actual words. I bit into the pillow and I just seem to loss all sense of thinking. I just remember how sting and painfully that dam paddle was smacking my backside. All I could was just scream at the top of my lungs load and long and ruthenic bursts of whaling. I was tried to get up. He stopped for second lifted my body and put me over one knee put his leg and scissor lock mine.

“Nope, we aren’t done yet!” As he continued to the flurries of swats. The swats were coming so hard I couldn’t breathe.

I was crying and screaming in searing pain as the paddle smack my backside and upper thighs. I let go of the pillow and started scratching the floor trying to pull myself forward to no avail. He kept his pace up still whacking as hard and as fast as he could. He was spanking the living daylights out of me. I than starting hammering my fist to the floor, thrashing my head about and screaming profusely and crying out of control. When it over I was bawling out of control with hiccups. He let me up and I stood straight up doing what he called the spanking hop. Jumping up and down holding, rubbing her backside and crying like all get out. After I claimed down enough he stood up set the paddle down and out stretched his arms for me to come to him. My hair was a mess, my backside blistered, pants to my boots, panties still to my knees, trying to get my breathing be under control (smaller hiccups crying), I hobbled over to him and started crying all over again in his arms as I was trying to rub the sting away. True to his word, I blistered my butt and upper thighs, he had paddled me good and hard. I never felt so vulnerable and secure at the same time as I did just then. I just stood in his arm for what seem like forever until I could breathe normal.

My butt sores and was still stinging. “I love you and I don’t want to have to do that again.” He said, “would you like me to put some lotion on you before you get your pants back up?”

This time I threw my arms around him again, nodded and started crying again. “I’m so sorry I took your car and tried to lie about it. I won’t ever do that again Mike.” This was the first time my boyfriend paddled me and I never touched his car without permission or lied to him again.

i read your story and i loved it i was wondering if you would role play with me. i need a male for my female

Basic Info - looking for long-term role player’s. i am into spanko (demestic disipline) but i can do without. i can do the sex theme as long as it doesn’t go into to much detail.

Fandoms / Original Verse: - Original

Character: Ami - 22 year old girl, Depressed, Angry, Afraid, caring, and Forgetful. loves to hide from the world, cuts herself, and works at a bar, drinks alot, smokes and very good at pool, and takes a lot of pills. looking for a man/woman to keep her in line.

Timezone: Eastern but that really doesn’t matter

Times online to RP: depend’s most days 9am-4am but sometimes i wake and then take a 3 hour nap on those days anywhere from noon - 3pm till about 5-6am

Languages: English

Canon Pairings: no

OC pairings: i prefer m/f but will do f/f

Yaoi: no.. because i can’t write a male charater..

Yuri: Yes.. depending

Het: yes... which is what i like best

Mature: not relly sure what this means but i like 18+

Violence: yes... depending

Strong Language: if it calls for it and as long as it isn’t every other word

Grammar: 1 - 10 (1 - Not caring, 10 - grammar nazi) - 1

Average Desired RP Post Length: (Explain how long your typed up RP posts are. Full paragraphs, or action by action, etc.) - i do anywhere from 1-3 paragragh’s depending on if i don’t hit a block somewhere between my post and someone else’s

if you are interested please email me lee.herzing1988@yahoo.com and when you do please remind me of your story so i know who it its

Well l don’t need to tell a long story about my life.

Simply, l liked your story

4/5