Women Spanking Men
It was by accident on another site that I discovered what a popular topic men being paddled, birched, caned and whipped by women is. People are delighted to share experiences or - at least - what they claim to have experienced.
Sardax cover. He also illustrated the book but you’ll have to buy it if you want to see the drawings. This and a similarly themed cover involving shoes are my two favorites of his covers for AKS Books.
When a page starts to get too long I create a fresh one to which visitors are welcome to add words.
The words that follow aren’t mine. “Spanker Girl” left them as a comment on another entry. Since it was longer and more developed than most I thought I’d use it to begin this page.
Spanker Girl’s Story
Female Supremacy: Men are the Slave Property of Women
I started spanking my boyfriend about a month ago and I am happy but he is not so happy.
We were in our house watching t.v. and both of us were bored. I was in my babydoll nightie and matching bra and panties and Paul was just in his boxer shorts. He turned the telly off and started tickling me, of course I started sqealing and wriggling about and somehow I ended up across his knees. “Oh well I can’t let an opportunity like this go by can I?” He laughed, and before I knew it he’d stopped tickling me and was spanking me instead. I yelped and sqealed and tried to get free but he held me tight and gave me about 30 good smacks laughing all the time.
When he let me up I stood there glaring at him and rubbing my bottom. “You beast Paul, that stung.” and then seeing him rolled up and it not really hurting at all as he had’t slapped hard, I began to laugh too.
He was still laughing about 5 minutes later.
“You wouldn’t be laughing if I did it to you.” I said with a giggle.
“Ha, come on then, fairs fair.” He chuckled, and getting up off the couch he told me to sit down and layed himself across my lap.
Giggling still, I began slapping his bottom and soon he was going oooh and aah at each slap and then he looked over his shoulder at me and was laughing again, so I stopped.
“Oh why have you stopped? I was enjoying that.” he grinned up at me. Maybe it was the way he was laughing at me or wether it was because he was so macho about it I don’t know, but I got angry.
“You wouldn’t be saying you were enjoying it if you got it for real Paul, now get up.” I said giving him a last slap.
He took the hint that I was upset and got up. We were very quiet towards each other until bedtime, each waiting for the other to break the ice.
When he went for a shower I sat brushing my hair with the ebony hairbrush my mother had given me when I left home, she’d used the same brush on me when I did things wrong and boy did she make me sorry.
When Paul came into the room and saw me brushing my hair, he came over and nuzzled me and said he was sorry he’d upset me earlier and kissed me.
I smiled back at his reflection in the mirror and said it was alright.
“I had a thought while I was in the shower, what did you mean when you said I wouldn’t have enjoyed it if it was real?” he asked me.
I laughed at him, “Don’t mind me Paul, I was just annoyed at you attitude which was silly of me anyway so just forget it.” I said.
He finnished drying himself with the towel he had around him and dropped it on the floor.
“Honey?” he said nuzzling my neck again as I was still brushing my hair.
I stopped brushing and looked at him in the mirror. And to my suprise he was blushing. “What is it Paul?” I asked him.
“Er would you, could you, er, oh heck.” he stammered blushing even more.
It was if someone had switched a light on in my brain.
“Paul, are you trying to ask me to spank you?”. I said slowly and carefully looking at him.
He just nodded. I had one question, “Why?” I asked.
“I, I, I’ve never had one and allways wanted to try one.” He said sheepishly.
I looked at him in amazement.
“What never, Mum, Dad, Aunt, no-one?”
He just shook his head.
Lots of different thoughts went careering through my head in a matter of seconds but one thing did become clear, I actually wanted to spank him, but for real this time, but I must tread carefully.
“Paul, let me get this straight, you want me to put you over my knee and spank you as if you were a naughty little boy because youv’e never had it done to you but you have allways wanted to try it, is that right?”
“Er, yes please.” He nodded, blushing again.
“You know if I do you’ll be very sore and crying by the time I’ve finnished don’t you?” I said, hopping for the answer I wanted. I saw him strugling with his feelings and then he nodded.
“Come on then.” I said smiling at him and still carrying the hairbrush in one hand while leading him to the bed with the other.
I sat down on the bed and told him to lie across my knee and clamped my other one across the back of his two legs. “Last chance to change your mind Paul, do you still want me to continue?” “Yes please.” was all he said, my heart and brain did somersults at this and I told him to give me his outer arm as his other was tucked in at his side. he comlied and I held it firmly up his back out of the way.
“Well Paul, here you are, bare-bottomed over my knee just like you wanted awaiting your first ever proper
spanking,and I am going to give it to you, I’m going to spank you with my hand until your bottom is nice and red and you are getting a bit sore and then I’m going to switch to the hairbrush and continue until I and only I have decided you’ve been spanked thoroughly, your bottom will be very sore and you will be crying very much but I’ll tell you now, I won’t be stopping no matter how many times you beg me until I’ve decided to stop which won’t be for a long time yet.” I said and I raised my hand just as he groaned.
One hour and about 5-600 spanks later I stopped and looked at his purple bottom as he lay sobbing and exhausted over my knee, and I congratulated myself on a job well done.
He’s had two more since then, nowhere near or long or hard as that first, and he is not happy as he thought he would be, but he is more loving and considerate of me and now wants to tie the knot. Who knows what the future will bring?