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Most of my reports are about girls, like Erika and Danica, who have contacted me to punish them and give them very hard spankings. Erika wrote and said the following:
I really do desire to be punished hard for my wrong doings. If every time it hurt for me to sit down, I’d think before I did something, and I’d think about what I was going to do and whether or not it would be worth the very sore bottom I would be getting. If not, then I wouldn’t do it. Thus very hard spankings on my bare bottom would stop my bad behavior. I really believe that spankings are very effective in correcting bad girls, and I am a bad girl who needs her bare bottom spanked very, very hard. And, to make sure that I am always thinking about behaving myself, I need to be spanked very, very hard every morning before I start my day. When I get up, I want to be taken naked over my Master’s knee and spanked hard so that all day long I will be sitting on a very sore bottom. That way I will always be thinking about what I am doing and that I have to behave myself or I will get spanked again when I get home.
Danica, a Serbian girl, wrote and asked me to be her Master so that she would be very strictly controlled and spanked hard. She said:
I do so much better when I am strictly controlled, firmly punished and routinely disciplined. I want to be spanked hard when I disobey or misbehave, routinely spanked on a daily basis, and be very thoroughly inspected so that I know that my Master is the one who controls me and to whom I must be obedient. I want to be spanked a lot with several Maintenance Spankings every week, and Preemptive Spankings when I leave home for social events, school tests, going to work, shopping, and other activities. I expect to be spanked several times every day with scheduled spankings as well as be given Punishment Spankings when I disobey or misbehave. Of course, all spankings must be on my bare bottom and administered very hard by hand, or, preferably with a paddle, strap or your belt. I feel that I need to be closely watched and supervised, thrashed very hard when I have to be punished, which will be quite often, and routinely disciplined with frequent spankings that I receive daily.
I also have reports from girls who are spanked very hard by their dad, like Connie who I have reported on before, and she states:
I am a 20-year-old girl and am still spanked daily by my very strict and caring Daddy. We live on a farm and I have to help take care of the farm chores as well as the domestic chores in the home. Although he does punish me hard, I have begun to rebel and need to be made to be the submissive and obedient girl I want to be. I want to be punished hard when I disobey or misbehave, but more important, I want that punishment to be effective in making me obedient. It is not enough just to punish me, I have to know that I must obey after I am punished.
Daddy supervises everything I do and controls everything I do, and punishes me hard when I disobey him or misbehave, and he is constantly checking up on me and spanking me just-because he wants to spank me! He says that I have to be spanked daily so that I am always focusing my attention on doing my best in everything I do and being obedient to him. Being obedient is very important and I have to be severely spanked when I’m not. If I have to be severely punished, he will take me to the barn where I have to undress and bend over the Spanking Horse that he prepared just to spank me. He has several different paddles and straps hanging in the barn that he then will use on me. Whenever I am taken to the barn, I know that I will be there for more than an hour being spanked.
But, today I will report about the majority of LDD homes in which the girl is spanked hard, but not harshly nor severely. She is practically always spanked on her bare bottom, and may be naked or have clothes on with her bottom exposed and presented for her spanking. Recently, I have had a daily report from just such a girl … Sharon. Sharon receives Maintenance Spankings every Saturday morning promptly at 9:00. In preparation for the reports she was going to send me, she wrote:
My maintenance spankings happen every Saturday morning promptly at 9:00. I have learned to get up at 8:30, go to the bathroom, and wash myself down as Bob requires that I be hygienically clean for a spanking. I remove my panties and nightgown before 9:00. Then I am naked for the spanking and remain naked till the next day.
Since I started classes to finish high school, I have been getting spanked more often. Mostly as motivation to get my school work done and maintain the household as well. Motivation for getting my school work done was something I lacked before.
He spanked me pretty hard Saturday morning for my Maintenance Spanking and this morning before he went to work with a Just-Because Spanking. I’ll get another spanking this evening when he gets home, another Maintenance Spanking, and probably before bed as well I’ll get a Before-Bedtime Spanking. That will be 3 spankings today, which is more than I normally get. Often I will get 2 spankings, but sometimes, as today, I do get 3 and sometimes 4 spankings, especially if I misbehave or am very disobedient. My spankings can be anything from 5 or 10 minutes up to 45 minutes or more, just whatever I need to punish me properly.
Then, Sharon provided the following daily reports of the spankings she receives every day.
Since starting classes a couple of weeks ago, I am in a group of teen parents, mostly moms, but there are a few teen dads taking classes to finish High School. Lisa is one of the other students, and I have hit it off quite well considering we were both very ill during our pregnancies. She is quite lucky to be living at home as her parents support her. I also know that Lisa lives rather close to me, in fact just a few blocks away.
This evening she had taken public transportation to get to class but the bus didn’t run after 6:00 p.m. so I offered her a ride home. I called Bob to let him know I would be slightly late but couldn’t get a hold of him so I left voicemail.
As we got closer to home, Lisa began to cry. I asked her several times what was wrong and she just shook her head. By the time we got to her house, she was in full tears. I asked again what was wrong.
“I have to go. I can’t tell you. You wouldn’t understand,” she said.
It suddenly struck me and I said “Lisa are you getting spanked tonight?”
She was shocked. She told me as part of her punishment for getting pregnant, her mom and dad decided she would have to endure a spanking every night for three months, then every other night for the rest of the year. I briefly explained about my relationship with Bob, that he spanked me also, and she was relieved.
She said she could have a witness for her spankings but I would have to obey her dad’s wishes. As we entered her home, her dad informed me to call my “dad”, so I called Bob again and I still could not get ahold of him and I let Lisa’s dad know that. Her dad ordered me to remove my clothing and kneel in front of him. I was to keep quiet during Lisa’s spanking and that if I misbehaved in any way, I would get a spanking as well.
I did as ordered as Lisa took her clothes off and went over her dad’s knee. I watched as Lisa got a very hard hand spanking followed by the paddle. She was crying in gasps as her spanking ended. She was allowed to get up, grab her clothes and go upstairs to her room where she would have to stay till the next morning. I grabbed my own clothes and went upstairs and redressed in her room after I comforted her a bit.
I looked at my watch and realized I was in for my own spanking now as I was over an hour and a half late. Little did I know but Lisa’s mom and dad were friends with Bob and his wife Sara before she passed, and Lisa’s mom Brenda finally got a hold of Bob to let him know I was safe but that I would be late.
I got home and went to see Bob. Not just because I witnessed Lisa’s spanking but to reinforce what Bob said could have happened to me, he ordered me to remove my clothes and stand in the north corner of our bedroom for the next 15 minutes. Tonight the corner felt less lonely but I did not get spanked.
As can be seen, these spankings are very loving and domestic, just what one would expect in an LDD household.
We woke up this morning together and both of us got ready for the day. As I was getting ready for school, Bob came in and said to me that we need to talk when I am home from evening classes.
He used his I’m in trouble voice, which, in the past, meant I will be getting spanked. I must admit I thought I would get one last night after witnessing Lisa’s but all I got was corner time. The nice thing about the corner time was I got to sleep naked with Bob.
Bob has a great pair of hands, if you understand.
As many people have told me, time seems to speed up till it is time to get spanked. Then time would be at a standstill when the spanking was being given. Then time sped up again upon completion. Today was no exception.
We ate dinner in utter silence. After the dishes had been cleared Bob finally spoke.
“Honey I want you to understand what happened last night and what was going through my mind the entire day. Had you been my daughter two years ago when you became pregnant, you also would be getting spanked severely. Maybe not as much as Lisa, but certainly as harshly.”
Bob went on to tell me how much he loved me and that one day I would be his wife. I remember telling him “Bob I love you and I am already your wife.”
He told me he appreciated those words but said he felt I acted in poor judgement, not taking precautions to keep from getting pregnant. He said I should have been on birth control. Then and now. 3 months ago I should not have allowed myself to get pregnant. I tried to explain that I was proud to bear his children. He kissed me on the lips for that statement.
“I think you too should receive a spanking for getting pregnant without thinking. But, if a spanking is to be given tonight then it must be voluntary. Honey do you have any guilt whatsoever about getting pregnant at age 16/17. Remember darling if you go for the spanking, It will be a punishment spanking by hand first and paddle second.”
I sat there in tears. Then I stood up. Undressed till I was fully nude and knelt in the very submissive position in front of him “Yes Bob please spank me.”
Again, the LDD relationship is very loving and the spankings are very loving and domestic.
Tonight was the first time in quite some time that we had nothing going on at home. Bob played his on-line game. After I completed my homework, I sat and enjoyed the evening.
I did wonder what was going on with Lisa as she was not in class this evening. She should have, or maybe is, getting spanked tonight since it is every other night now. That has to be horrible for her. I think after being spanked every night for three months, the every other night must seem like a reprieve. However she admitted to not being able to sit comfortably for nearly the past 5 months.
A friend of mine, who is into domestic discipline, said count your blessings that you are not being spanked. She gets spanked and paddled at least 4 times a week. I don’t want to be spanked that much. In fact once a week is just fine with me.
Not sure what happened on Wednesday, but no spankings??? (Well, see her next report.) But, again in a LDD home, the control and supervision are much more relaxed than they are in a home where the girl is closely supervised, strictly controlled, and severely spanked.
It has happened before where I woke up and just knew at some time during the day I was going to be nude and over Bob’s knee for some sort of spanking. When I woke up this morning I got that feeling again. I shrugged it off as just a feeling, but little did I know it would happen as it usually does.
I kissed Bob off to work and went about my chores. I swept the kitchen floor and did what few breakfast dishes there were. My usual morning chores, done mostly to pass the time, till I had to be off to classes.
Somewhere in that time Lisa called and asked if she could have a ride to class. We talked about her getting spanked last night and she told me she was still kind of crying this morning and I could tell she was still whimpering. She said her dad was more than usual heavy handed and her bottom was still rather sore.
I talked her into sharing the ride to classes every day. That way if she needed comfort I was there to offer it. The extra $10 a week gas money was helpful as well. Not to mention on the days she needed to cry while coming home from class she could without having to worry what a cab driver might say about her tears. Besides I knew to an extent how she felt.
The time came and off we went to class. We begin these classes at 3:30 and they are 3 hours so we’re generally out by 6:30. Sometimes 6:45. Both of us are required to be home at 7:30 so carpooling it together will be of benefit for both of us.
During the first class I started getting antsy. I was not sure why. It had nothing to do with the class material. However, I was sure I was missing something. I always double check my backpack before I leave to make sure my homework and any other items I need for class are there. So I couldn’t explain it but I was missing something.
My second class came and the feeling got worse. By the middle of the third class I was in full blown paranoia. I knew I missed something I just had no idea what it was.
Even on the ride home Lisa asked me if I was ok. I said no. I missed something and was sure it was major and that I would be the one with the sore bottom tomorrow.
I finally get home and Bob and the strap are waiting for me. “Did you forget something?” I knew right then and there what I missed. I had missed, for the 4th time, pulling something out for dinner. Because it was the 4th time, I would get the strap.
“Hurry young lady and get in here….or do you want a double spanking.” I rushed into the living room. Removed my clothes down to bare skin. I had barely gotten my panties off when Bob grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me down over the sofa arm.
I probably should explain, not pulling something out for dinner seems trivial, but part of my employment agreement is that I maintain the household and that means making sure dinner is at least thawed when Bob gets home. If it is steaks or something like that, Bob grabs his favorite beer, lights up the grill, and cooks outdoors.
Since coming to live here, and accepting the fact that I would get spanked if I disobeyed Bob, this was not the first time I had gotten spanked twice in one day. There haven’t been many of those days but this is not the first.
As I was typing the final few lines last night, I got ordered to stop typing and go to bed. I hadn’t realized I was well beyond my 10:00 after-spanking curfew. In days gone by I would have gotten 4 swats for each minute I was not in bed after my curfew expired. However Bob knows that I am producing these reports and has been a little more tolerant.
To answer the questions growing in your mind, yes I did get another spanking. It was hard but only 90 swats. Mostly with his hand but the last 20 were with the paddle.
I am sitting at my laptop this morning on two pillows. Entering into my outlook a daily reminder to pull something from the stand-alone freezer for dinner right before I leave for classes. I certainly do not want another strapping, and a longer strapping at that, for not pulling something out for dinner.
Well at least she did get her spanking on Wednesday and strapping on Thursday.
FRIDAY & Preparing for SATURDAY:
(Headmaster Ken: Something is wrong with my keyboard. Every so often I get an O when I want an I!)
I am writing this at 6:00 a.m. (Central Time) on Saturday. This may be incomplete when I send it because I need to be in the shower at 8:30 and have my panties and nightgown off by 9:00 for my Saturday Morning Maintenance spanking. It promises to be a much longer than normal maintenance spanking because I got strapped Thursday and paddled today as you will see later. Whenever I get a punishment spanking during the week, I get a longer and harder maintenance spanking on Saturday.
Murphy’s Law states, If anything can go wrong it will. That was my Friday. Nothing went right.
I went back to my OB for the appointment to determine if I can resume normal sexual activity. Following a miscarriage of the kind I had you should wait for that activity for several weeks. My doctor told me I needed at least two more weeks of healing before I can resume that activity. He also did not give me the pelvic exam for birth control because if I am not having sex, then I don’t need the pelvic. In two weeks he will perform that rather unpleasant function.
A hospital gown covers very little. Especially if a person has a hot red butt from a spanking in recent past which did not go unnoticed by the doctor. I resented his smirk and the fact that he felt he had to lecture me on proper behavior. His nurse, who is also his wife, told me she is spanked regularly by him still and they are both in their late 40’s early 50’s.
I get home to a phone call from the school stating that classes for this evening have been cancelled due to a water main break. Meaning the test I was supposed to take tonight would be given on Tuesday. Meaning I would have to study more to stay prepared for it. I hate repeat studying for a test. It just seems like a waste of time.
I had planned on making Bob’s favorite dinner … Mashed potatoes, with beef gravy (handmade), mixed vegetables, and my famous meat loaf. I could have sworn I had onion soup mix in the house but I must have used it all…so I had to go to the grocery store for not only the mix, but a few other things I needed.
I hoped that Bob remembered to add money to the grocery card so that I could buy these things. I discovered he had not, and I had to use my own cash for this. Not to worry when this has happened in the past he has given me the money back plus a whole lot more. Hmmm, I wonder who should spank him for a repeat offense.
I went to sleep but I managed to wake up at 4:30 so I set to boiling water and peeling potatoes. Well trying to peel potatoes. The peeler broke so I had to go back to the grocery store to buy a new one. I get to the store and wouldn’t you know they didn’t have any. They did at the hardware store.
So I get the new peeler and get home. Bob is home early from work and he is holding the paddle. I wondered why. Apparently I left the water on boil and not only had the water evaporated, I burned the inside of the pan to a point where it was no longer usable.
Bob undressed me outside on the patio and took me over his knee right there. I got a 10-minute hand spanking and a 10-minute paddling on a blistered and raw bottom from the night before. As Bob put it, the pan can be replaced the house cannot. If a fire had started I would have been in real trouble and maybe a little embarrassment letting the neighbors see what happens to girls who do not use good judgment might prevent a further incident.
After I wrote the report about Friday on Saturday morning, I went back to bed. Actually I was hoping that I would be able to catch a few more zzzz’s before I had to get my regular weekly spanking. I did not get those. I still had to get up early.
I continued to do my domestic activities for about 35 minutes but I certainly did not want Bob to be madder at me than he had been this week. A maintenance spanking and a punishment spanking on my already well spanked butt would not be a good thing.
Although the blisters were still there from my previous spankings, despite the aloe based lotion Bob bought to soothe the hurt, my bottom still had bruises. They were turning yellow as bruises go but they were still there. I figured it would be another 3 days before my bottom was prefect.
9:00 came way too soon it seemed like. “Sharon let’s get this done. We have a lot to do today.” Bob wanted to go to the greenhouse this morning and get the vegetable plants he plants every year, mostly tomatoes and green peppers. He also wanted flowers for the front of the house.
Normally I would have to be nude the rest of the day, but since this was a planting day, and Bob’s grown children would be coming over later, I could wear clothes. I made sure I hauled out some of my best, although I have met his children many times, they would be told today of their dad’s intent to marry me.
I began crying almost immediately. Long hard swats Bob was giving me. Bob has large hands and his hands felt more like a paddle when I was getting spanked than the paddle did. Still the tears were flowing and I could feel my bottom getting warm. Despite the fact that the intensity was different, I still felt every swat hard as it was.
The spanking continued for a while, I don’t know how long, maybe 30 minutes. I could feel my stomach begin to get slightly nauseous and the urge to pee was beginning that usually meant I was spanked for over a half an hour. So maybe I was spanked for 45 minutes.
Like all Sundays Bob and I rose around 10:00. We gathered our clothes, especially a brand new red dress Bob had picked out for me, we showered, and went off to Church. I didn’t get inspected before we went to church. Which I thought was a bit strange. Even before we were sleeping together, Bob inspected me for a long time making sure not a hair was out of place and my make-up was prefect as was my jewelry, before we went to church.
Making sure I was wearing clothes appropriate for the venue was important to him. He always looked like he stepped out of a men’s clothing magazine, and he felt I should have that same look from a women’s perspective. I always thought it to be strange that the man in my life had as many, if not more, clothes than I did.
Within recent past Bob had upped my weekly paycheck. So I was able to go out and purchase more clothes and personal items. Jewelry I never had to worry about. Bob was very, very good at picking out jewelry for me. A trait I guess his first wife must of liked because every picture I saw of her had a piece of jewelry in it that I could tell Bob picked out for her.
Since this was the last Sunday of the month, couples who wish to be married would stand up and announce their intent to marry. It was called Promise Day. It was a promise to abide by the churches rules and advice for young couples throughout the engagement process.
Just after the service ended, the crowds of people would lean forward as the names of the couples to be married were called by the minister. Then he called “Bob ___ and Sharon ___.” I wanted to step up and say no we’re not engaged. But I saw Bob on one knee with the biggest ice cube I have ever seen in his hand. I said yes right there.
Bob’s friends, and his grown children that attended, gathered around us to congratulate us and wish us well.
I don’t feel any different. I am still me. But I am engaged to marry the kindest most attentive man I have ever known. However in June 2016 I will become Sharon ___ ___.
Tomorrow morning, I know that I will still have to get up, shower and get ready to be spanked.
Sharon’s life in a LDD home represents the great majority of homes in which domestic discipline is administered; that is, the girls are firmly controlled and spanked hard, are given rules to follow and chores to do, and are spanked hard when they do not do as they are told, but are disciplined and punished in a very loving and domestic manner.
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