So, where was I?
The Discipline Weekend that wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Oh that’s right, my final thoughts on the subject! ‘Bloody hell! I’ve disappeared down that blasted rabbit hole again! Move over Alice I’m on my way down!’
Stuart, in my opinion had gotten me to his home under false pretences and I was absolutely furious with him. He wanted to talk, not spank, just talk. Maybe he thought he could ‘fix’ me with counselling? I don’t know but this was not what I had agreed to. I was going home.
He even tried dressing up his deceit by saying this was a form of punishment and discipline came in all shapes and sizes! Who the hell cares? I needed a spanking and he wasn’t going to provide one. I had done everything possible to bring about that event, I had broken literally every rule he had laid down and I was glorious in my successful endeavours! Who does he think he is?
He’s an Alpha male with a conscience! Look, I know what he thinks he did was wrong, and in the real, mundane everyday world that I live in, his apology would have been accepted and we would have moved on. But this wasn’t that world, this was my spanking world and he was derailing it! I don’t care if he’s a nice guy!
Yes, I could go back to Graham and gain a spanking without much effort on my part I think, but ultimately, Graham was only going through the motions, he wanted a different end to a spanking, one I couldn’t provide. I was the wrong sex.
So, I’m now in a place that has twisted and turned itself inside out, upside down and is now back to front! I started off spanking myself for lack of a spanker to do it for me, then I got a surprise spanking or two from the Wilsons, (puritans for sure, but always with an eye on the main chance) and then Graham decided he was what I needed! A promised spanking is on the cards but before that can happen Stuart is also thrown into the mix, who also declares after handing out a rigorous OTK spanking that I need taking in hand and he is the man to do it.
Now, call me greedy if you want, but the idea of two alpha males regardless of sexuality or good looks, wanting to spank me makes me a HAPPY WOMAN! I’ve finally realised a dream, I have me a spanker, in fact I have me a back up spanker too. Happy days!
Within 24 hours that has all gone. I am back to me and my spanking machine! To be fair, that was a bonus and at least being just a machine, it can’t mess it up and get sent packing like the human spankers can.
I am feeling a little bereft, I now have very vivid recollections of very real, very hard spankings and canings and I now have to revert back to my original plan. When one is out of the usual options, one must do it for themselves.’
So, a good hard spanking with the machine is now at the top of my ‘to do’ list. I just have to find the right time!
You would think, given my penchant for spanking, that I would be racing towards the machine wouldn’t you. The problem is, I have already used it, maybe my bottom was still too bruised from Graham’s punishment of it to actually feel much more than a sting. But, I was feeling less than excited about it. Nevertheless, I secured my free time, I set the machine up and I assumed the position.
The machine was set on 8 to start off with, no point in going straight in at the top, (10) I wanted to feel it build up.
OW!!!! It built UP! I had used the butter paddle, I need to check my sanity, and my bloody eyesight! I had put the paddle into the machine ridged side facing my bottom.
Jesus that hurt!
Now, the machine works on timings, up until now I had really only done counted spankings, so I had to work out how many spanks would be delivered in a 5 minute sequence. Well that would equate to 177 swats with the butter paddle with … RIDGES! I had been looking for a hard spanking, I certainly got my wish. My bottom was now stinging and more than that, I hadn’t moved around much so the build up of those 177 swats was pretty much in the same two spots. I move from side to side to cover both cheeks but I think I need to learn how to hula hoop to make this do an all over cover!
Anyway, I was now into the swing of the spanking, I could feel all my previous bad mood fading away as the throbbing in my bottom started to take over my conscious thoughts, and I turned the dial to deliver another 5 minutes, but with the machine belt slapper this time. I was gonna learn that hula hoop dance if it killed me!
OW, OW, OW!!! That is the most evil little strap…..I forgot to move, OWOWOWOWOW!!
I was so intent on avoiding the same spot I didn’t hear the front door bell, but much later, about 40 minutes or so, I went downstairs to make a brew, and recover from the machine spanking I had just endured. I noticed a note had been shoved through the letter box and I grabbed it on my way to the kitchen.
I made a coffee, lit a cigarette and then opened the note.
Well what the hell? Now I’ve managed to piss off the local Vicar! Apparently, I have been the subject of a confession of sorts from the Wilson’s to their Vicar! They feel as though they have done something bad and they needed to cleanse their dirty little souls and expose my bottom into the bargain! I wonder if they left out the bit where Mr Wilson took advantage of a situation he only became privy to because he was looking in my bedroom window at my spanked bottom instead of just cleaning my windows! Hypocrites!
The Vicar is requesting a meeting and soon. He will be calling again tomorrow at exactly 7 pm. Would I mind making sure I am available this time, he also pointed out that he had heard my yelps and OW’s earlier while he had been stood at the door. Apparently, he thinks I am without morals! Sod him! Who gives a damn anyway? I’m an unrepentant Atheist! But I would be there at 7 pm tomorrow, there was a tone to that note that had piqued my interest!
to be continued…
All images courtesy of the Internet except the butter paddle with ridges, that’s mine.
11 thoughts on “Self Spanking – Again?”
OOOOOOhhhhhhhh the Vicar is coming!!! I cannot wait to read about that visit! Happy New Year my friend! I am waiting for the story of the visit. 🙂
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haha! oh yes, the Vicar is coming… Happy New Year to you too lovely lady! May it bring you peace, happiness and good health xxxx
To you as well. And please continue writing both the diaries and about The Boy you have an amazing talent for bringing the tale to life
Haha not greedy at all you! Of course I will continue with both the diary and ‘The Boy’ and thank you for the lovely compliment. I’ll take that! xxx
You should! I love them. 🤓🤗 And your boy’s strength and determination of spirit and self blows me away. He is an indomitable spirit because of the mom he has and his own strengths. Hope you don’t mind gonna adopt you two to my international family. 🤓💜
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We would be completely honoured to become part of your international family! I love that! You can consider yourself adopted too! 😀 xx ♥♥
Awesome! I love that. Expanding my family by choice. 🤗💜
I heartily approve of the idea! Unless you’re very, very lucky and have a fab family, this will apply! Family is why we get to choose our friends and make them the family we always wanted! 🙂 xx
Exactly! And so very lucky.
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Ingenious. My laughter mixes with anticipation.
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Oh my! The Vicar is coming around…. you are in trouble naughty girl 🙂
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