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Date Posted: 14:54:00 07/11/24 Thu
For my friend, I took her over my knee and spanked her over her jeans with my hairbrush. I was a bit nervous, honestly, it being my first time giving a spanking. We were just having fun and giving me the opportunity to practice on someone I already knew and trusted. I kept her over my lap for about half an hour and later she told me that she was sore when she sat down for a day afterwards. She was pretty sensitive, though, and it's funny because I had considered it a fairly mild spanking.
I met the other girl on a local kink forum. She identified as a brat and wanted disciplinary spankings. We talked for a while. She had met up with a few people who had spanked her. One thing she said was that she has a pretty high pain tolerance and nobody had managed to make her cry yet, but she wanted to. I told her I was taking that as a personal challenge.
There were several times I scolded her over messages for not studying enough during the last few weeks of her semester. She failed one of her exams, which I'd told her would happen if she didn't study more.
She agreed to come to my house for a disciplinary spanking, and also agreed that she would be under my authority while she was here. I was a bit nervous when she was on her way over, but I was also annoyed that she had kept procrastinating studying so much.
We agreed on safewords (the typical red-yellow-green) and some hard limits. I know a lot of people here like the idea of nonconsensual spankings, but I'm only into that in fantasyland and this was reality. Safewords were not used, though there were a few times she told me something that I then adjusted for. For example, there was a moment when I'd pinned her wrist to the small of her back and she struggled enough that she ended up in a new position where her shoulder was getting wrenched.
I took her upstairs to one of my guest bedrooms when she got here. My nervousness was overridden by my desire to teach her a lesson, so I was able to tell her to take her pants and underwear off without my voice shaking. I was still honestly a little nervous inside at that point, but I was projecting confidence.
I guided her over my lap and started off with my hand. I spanked her bottom and upper thighs until it was pink, then picked up my hairbrush. It's made of wood and was only a few dollars at walmart. I'm not sure how long I kept her there, but eventually she started kicking enough that I pinned her legs with one of mine. I had to pause a few times to stretch out my shoulder, which was getting quite sore.
She was yelping and pleading, but I'd promised her a serious spanking.
She didn't cry by the time I was done, but my arm was too tired to keep going. One of her hard limits was cornertime, so I had her put her panties back on and we went downstairs to my dining room. My dining table chairs are not cushioned--they're just hard wood. I got her a cup of water and told her to sit up straight on the chair.
She was wiggling and kept trying to get her weight off her bottom and thighs. I told her that if she didn't sit properly until I told her she could relax, I would take her back upstairs. She sassed me about it and I don't think she thought I was serious, but I told her to go right back upstairs. She pouted about it but listened. That time, I had her lean across the bed, and I got out my bathbrush.
It was obviously hurting her a lot more, and after only a few swats, she jumped up. So, I sat on the bed and pinned her down with my legs over hers and her wrists both pinned to her lower back.
She was struggling, but I'm pretty strong and it wasn't a good position for her to have any leverage. I paddled her butt with that bathbrush until her bottom was dark red, and then we went downstairs again.
That time, she managed to obey my order to sit up properly for five whole minutes, although she was getting a little sweaty from the pain of it.
We hung out for another hour or so before she started backtalking me again. I gave her a warning, but she continued. That time, when I told her to go upstairs, she started whining about it. I had to grab her upper arm and pull her upstairs.
I pinned her on the bed again and took the bathbrush to her bottom, with a focus on her sitspots. Then, I wanted to REALLY make an impression, so I pinned her legs apart and used my hairbrush (carefully, not too hard) to spank her inner thighs. THAT made her howl.
By the time I let her up, with pink inner thighs and a dark-cherry bottom, she was crying. I was pretty pleased with myself for that.
She doesn't live with me. We still chat online occasionally and I'll be spanking her again if she earns one, but we're not in an actual DD relationship--she gets to initiate contact if she feels like she deserves to be punished.
It's not really big news to me, lol. I've had a lot going on this year and it doesn't even come into the top ten.
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