Switch Day: Spanked by Sir...

I had a very busy day recently where my ability to switch was sorely tested (pun very much intended!).

I turned up at Sir's house on time for once, meaning he couldn't punish me for lateness. But he soon found plenty else! For a start, when I entered his study in my school uniform I was wearing shorts instead of his preferred trousers. Then he got out my punishment book and gave me a good scolding for my numerous faults. Then it was off to the Punishment Room!

We did this session in the day rather than the evening, and all the curtains were very much open! I got an extra thrill wondering if the neighbours would catch a glimpse of me waiting outside the punishment room with my hands on my head.

Sir is very keen for me to recruit another submissive for me to play with, and for every guy I approach who I fail to convince, I get six of the best. I had missed out on two that week, so I was bent over a chair and given twelve strokes of the cane.

Even though it was across my shorts, it still seemed to sting more than when I'd had the cane in the past. Maybe it was the lack of a warm up.

After that I was stripped of my shorts and underpants - getting my usual extra scolding for being erect - and got a dozen with the junior paddle (for wearing shorts like a naughty junior boy). After this I got a good slippering for bad language, and then it was back over Sir's knee for a nice long hand spanking.

As we had a bit more time, we had a break and then set about recreating a classic Jonathan drawing. We picked his brilliant burglary one, as Sir could wear a balaclava and wouldn't have to show his face in the photo:

I was gagged with my school tie and trussed up with my hands cuffed behind my back and a belt holding my thighs together (thanks for the tip Ms Julie!). Then I was maneuvered across Sir's knee for the photo. It came out great!

Sir took the opportunity to bend me over the corner of the bed - still trussed up - and give me a good belting.

This was so much fun. I love the belt, and being all tied up and helpless made it extra enjoyable. I also got a few nice welts that will remind me of our session for days when I sit down!

Then it was time to get dressed and have a chat, and then I had to go home to prepare for a date with Cheekylass, who I'd met on the British Spanking forum...

Spanked by Santa

With Christmas looming, I was once again summoned to Sir's chambers for my end of term punishment.

I had bought myself a brand new dressy strap watch to replace the one that didn't survive our last session, and Sir instructed me to pack school uniform and pyjamas. I was also told to record my use of foul language throughout the week, and to wear white socks instead of grey in order to violate the school uniform code and give a pretext for punishment.

I turned up on time and this time we went straight into the roleplay. Sir dislikes shorts for sixth formers, so I was able to travel to his house in basically my school uniform with a sleeveless sweater over the top (which is a submissive look I love anyway!)

I was immediately scolded for breaking uniform code and not telling him I was on my way, and put across his knee for a good spanking.

He started on my trousers, then my white underpants, then my bare bottom. I got to keep my shoes on this time, which I enjoyed as I love wearing shoes and socks while being bare bottomed.

I was erect throughout and Sir continually scolded me for it. This didn't seem to help it go down any! Sir reads my blog (to check for spelling and grammatical errors of course) and had decided I'd been too boastful about him hanging a cane off my cock last time, so this time he hung his size 12 plimsoll off it! When he told me he had found it in a bin my reaction earned me extra punishment. He also rubbed my cock between two plimsolls, which was rather thrilling, as I always enjoy getting stimulated by implements.

Then it was time for me to be punished for foul language. I suppose I do have a mouth like a toilet - maybe that's why my wife likes to wash it out with piss... 

I had lost count at 50 curse words for the week, which earned me a sound slippering. I'm really starting to love Sir's slipper as an implement!

Then I was sent to the corner with hands on head so Sir could take pictures and examine my bottom to see if he had achieved his aim, as outlined in an email earlier in the week:

You will end up colour-coded thus; Red cheeks through embarrassment, White shirt tail lifted up, Red cheeks after a thrashing, White socks in which you will stand outside the dormitory door hands in head., reflecting that they were the cause of your discomfort.

And I hadn't even had my caning for wearing white socks yet! I was sent up to the bedroom to sit on the bed and listen while Sir showed me his collection of canes and told me about his friend who worked in a borstal and liked to cane boys with their heads under the desk so they jumped up and hit their head after each stroke.

I was intimately acquainted with one cane as it was hung off my cock again while I was scolded and then Sir made me bend over and clench it between my butt cheeks, which made for some nice pictures!

Then I got even more intimately acquainted with it as Sir gave me two sets of six. The first were a warm up but the second really burned and got me jumping and yelping as I tried to count them out. The sensation in my bottom when I lay on the bed afterwards was great though.

After this I changed into my pyjamas (though the bottoms didn't stay on for long!) and was put across Sir's knee (dick trapped between thighs) for a taste of his three-tailed tawse. I love leather implements and although it stung a lot at first once we got into a rhythm I was in spankee heaven.

I've written before about how Santa is quite a dominant figure (comes into your house late at night, wears a big leather belt...) and as we are both big fans of Jonathan - who does a great Santa drawing - Sir put on a Santa hat and put me back across his knee for a final naughty-boy spanking.

After this the session was over and we came out of our roles and discussed plans for future sessions. So hopefully I'll have lots more to write about in the new year!

My first M/M spanking

You may have noticed this blog hasn't been too active recently. Well, that's because I am attempting to start a new chapter in my life - one where instead of just writing about spanking, cuckolds and bi I am attempting to live it.

My wife and I have fun in the sack but she has decided she's reached the limits of her kink (whereas I feel I'm just getting started!) so she has said that I am free to explore my curiosities outside the relationship. Talk about an early Christmas present!

So I took the plunge and posted a picture of myself bare bottomed and dressed as a naughty schoolboy on the Spank This hookup site, announcing that I wanted to find out what it was like to be spanked by a man...

And that's how I found myself knocking on the door of an ex-teacher who was my dream spanker come true (older, balder, stockier). My idea was I would first have just an introductory spanking in normal clothes (or possibly naked) to see if I liked it. But when strictlyyours (hereafter referred to as 'Sir') commented that 'Having you over my knee in your school uniform socks would be ace' I felt I just had to wear my favorite uniform!

I arrived as nervous (and as late!) as the stereotypical naughty schoolboy. All through the day Sir had tantalized me with this email exchange:

Sir: I shall expect you later today and no doubt there will be a bad report to be settled following your discovery in the library stacks with your trousers down, engaging in inappropriate behaviour with the young French teaching assistant, who has now been sacked. This afternoon your trousers will be coming down to feel the extent of my displeasure for that indiscretion..

Me: But it wasn't my fault sir she blackmailed me!

Sir: Save your excuse, lad; you know full well that sixth formers will be treated much like juniors if they transgress the behavioural code. Oh yes and I should add that the IT department have traced the instigator of an unsavoury websIte relating to 'cuckolding' or some such debauchery, to your school internet account. I can see that your visit to my study this afternoon is going to be both embarrassing and painful.....for one of us.

The scenario made me very keen to finish work and get going (especially as it reminded me of a story on Strict Julie's blog about a young gentleman and a serving girl caught 'at it' and punished by his mother and the groundsman. Although I always felt the son got off scot free in that scenario compared to what happened to the poor serving girl!)

Once inside the house I was very nervous (it turns out 'spank' is a difficult word to say when you're tense!) but Sir took charge and provided a room for me to change into my sixth former uniform (grey knee socks, shoes, trousers, white shirt, school tie, straw boater - and a dressy strap watch of course!) 

Then I had the classic schoolboy experience of knocking on the study door before being led down to the 'punishment room', where after some mild scolding Sir ordered me to remove my shoes, hat and glasses, then put me across my knee and proceeded to spank the seat of my tight trousers.

As he spanked my nerves melted away and I enjoyed it as much as when I've been spanked by my wife. It wasn't long before Sir was commenting  on the feeling of something hard against his leg and I was sent to the corner in disgrace with my hands on my head.

After some more scolding I was called back and then had the thrill of having my trousers taken down (my wife always makes me do it myself) before going back over his knee for more whacks on my white briefs.

This gradual buildup of intensity was great for easing me into the spanking fun, but it did nothing to calm my hardon. When my underpants were pulled down my cock stood shamelessly. It was the first time I'd been erect in the presence of a man, but it felt perfectly natural. Sir commented repeatedly on the effect and tested the firmness of my erection by hanging his cane from it! Then he put a towel across his lap, put me back across his knee and went on walloping my bare bottom.

I had made clear that I was not averse to wandering hands during my punishment and I was intensely stimulated as Sir caressed and squeezed my cheeks and teased my perineum and arse crack between (and sometimes as well as) spanks. So this wasn't just my first M/M spanking, it was my first gay experience!

My bottom was now bright pink and my cock was still hard. Sir ordered me to go upstairs, change into my striped blue pyjamas and wait on the end of the bed. (I confess I snuck a look at my bottom in the mirror - that's how I know it was pink!)

After a nerve-wracking few minutes Sir entered brandishing a size 12 plimsoll, and I went across his lap with my jim jams down for my first ever slippering.

At one point I accidentally let slip that he wasn't spanking much harder than my wife did and he certainly took that as a challenge - from then on I was given a good sound walloping with plenty of double hand spanks. Throughout the session I couldn't decide whether to play the good student who's being punished for something he didn't do, or the classic cheeky schoolboy. I guess that's what introductory sessions are for - later we decided I could be a shy, innocent boy who comes out of his shell whenever he's spanked.

I did enjoy the slipper - it's a nice medium between the hand and the harsher implements, and it left a wonderful sole-shaped mark on my bottom that showed up in some of the pictures Sir took.

Oh yes the pictures - after my slippering Sir had me kneel on the bed for some intimate shots of my well-spanked bottom, after which he rubbed cream into my rosy cheeks and firmly caressed my 'underside'. I honestly would have let him do anything he wanted at that point.

He settled for bringing out a few more of his implements to show me this wasn't all about caressing hand-spanks. Sure enough, after six strokes each with a wooden paddle, a triple tongued leather strap and a short cane, my erection had long since vanished!

Sir wasn't finished with me yet though, as I was stripped naked and put back across his lap for an extremely intimate hand spanking, with my dick trapped between his legs.

 

This is where I really entered spanking heaven and I'm pretty sure I moaned like a complete slut as his palm cracked down. My backside felt like it was glowing and the pain moved from a warm sting to a hot, prickly, peeling-sunburn kind of sensation.

Of course my erection had long since returned and when he had finished Sir had me stand at the end of the bed stark naked and wank my dick while he continued spanking my ass. I couldn't cum - maybe it was the nerves or the fact I've been trained never to cum before my partner - but Sir assured me this was something we could work on...

And that was it, at least for now. Afterwards I changed back into my day-to-day clothes (sadly noting that the ordeal had been too much for the strap of my wristwatch) and Sir and I had a nice talk about culture, sport, Jonathan's spanking art, and whether there will be a next time. I certainly hope so!

Postscript: Unfortunately there was an accident while I was transferring the pictures to my computer later, and I lost all of them apart from a few tiny thumbnails. So not only am I facing inevitable punishment for failing my first ever homework assignment, we're also going to have to recreate the photos all over again!

A Spanko Manifesto Part 4

More school and National Service

All my theories have been extensively tested, and it will come as no surprise to anyone that in-depth research...

by distinguished academics...

at illustrious universities...

has shown that the fashions for abolishing National Service and sending absolutely everyone to university after a self-serving gap year are to blame for most of society's ills. I say send the precious babies off to the army for two years and when they come back they'll be ready for a proper job! A few claim that today's youth would be unable to cope with the rigors of National Service. Well I claim that there is an easy way to remedy that:

 

For the middle classes, who hope to go to university, I suppose a year's National Service would suffice. But as these days no older teenagers are really ready for college, the days currently spent wallowing in alcohol-fuelled debauchery will be replaced with one or two years at a finishing school in the tradition of the great old schools. And that means uniforms, doing what you're told and six of the best on a regular basis!

 

Colleges will also become less Club 18-30 and more Old Boys' Club:

The College Years

Dream University

In its own way, the rod is therapeutic, and it is important that all students experience its effects - even the supposedly well behaved ones. In my experience no boy ever suffered too much from getting a few licks of the cane he didn't deserve. When the swotty types would plead their innocence I'd simply retort: 'Well then consider this a punishment for whatever you have gotten away with' and thrash them harder.