Hermione's Heart

Tell us about your most memorable spanking.

Jack: It would be a bad experience, we were visiting my mother-in-law, not long after we were married. My wife/mommy had spank me prior to and after our marriage, her mother was the one who encouraged it, Well it was a couple of days into the visit and the one night it was not good. My mother-in-law was getting on my nerves, I said somethings and left it at that. My wife/mommy said nothing as we went to bed. The next morning I awoke late, the norm, and stepping out of the shower my wife was standing there. She smiled and started stroking my erection, saying nothing until I came. She cleaned me off, help me finish drying off and told me to get to the bedroom. The look in her eye was not good. I walked into the bedroom to see my mother-in-law sitting on a chair, a hairbrush in her hand. I tried to cover myself, she said hands at side and stand before her. I stood, saying nothing, she reminded me there was no in-law in this family and so being a naughty little boy, Mother needs to give her little boy a spanking. Over her lap, that hairbrush landed hard, fast and covered every inch of my bottom. She finally secured my legs and pinned my arm to my back and could care less of my pleads, she said Mother will decide. When I got off her lap, not allowed to rub and taken to the kitchen where my wife/mommy was drinking coffee and told to face the wall. Nice work Mother my wife said and then asked if I was going to be a good little boy, Yes Mommy I replied. When I finally allowed to leave the wall, I got dressed, and was informed I was going to bed early and getting a spanking. I said nothing and I did go to bed early and my Mommy applied the hairbrush soundly.

Rosco: I’ve received so many wonderful spankings, but delivered only a handful.

The most memorable was the first, late one night on the beach - the summer when Neil Armstrong landed on the moon. There were a handful of us, but Martha and I had wandered away from the others. I hadn’t even made out.

Martha and I were horsing around - play wrestling. She was wearing a flimsy onesie with loose shorts. She kicked me. I retaliated by rolling her on her back, bending her legs and spanking her several times. I would have gone on longer, but I thought she might realize how into it I was and embarrass me, or maybe the others who were not so far away might hear.

I let her up. She kicked me again. I turned her on her back and spanked her again - a little harder. The shorts of her onesie were riding up nicely. Wow, what a thrill.

She kicked again and I delivered a third, slightly longer and yet harder, spanking.

Then we started making out. She assertively guided my hand to third base.

That was the only sustained and successful spanking I ever delivered. I saw her best friend years later in the news, but have no idea what happened to Martha.

When I confessed my obsession to Irene, she said she’d be fine to give it a shot, but she’d be doing all the spanking - and indeed she has.

Roz: My most memorable spanking would be years ago when we were practising DD. Rick was away that weekend and I visited my parents who lived roughly 45 minutes away. The drive involved having to drive over a notorious small mountain pass. Rick was always worried about me doing that drive. I was also required to keep in regular contact with him when he was away. Well, I ended up staying for dinner and left late and the weather wasn't the best. For some reason I didn't contact Rick when I got home to let him know I was home. He was so worried. As it happened, there was a serious accident on that road that night.

The spanking was memorable more because of the emotions behind it and how bad I felt about making him worry that much. He lectured and told me how he had felt that night and just how worried he had been. I think it was the first time he used the belt also. There were a few implements used. 

Prefectdt: It was not the best spanking that I ever got, but it is one that sticks in my mind more than any other. It was my first pay to play. It took place back in the 1990s, before I and most people were on the internet, so it was difficult to get up-to-date information on how things worked. I was in a bad way at the time with multiple problems, especially the inability to get a decent batch of sleep and other anxieties. And I was taking a list of medications, including a very mind-altering one whose name ended in “pam”. I had been seeing a psychologist for some time and inevitably, the subject of consensual adult spanking came up, after many sessions. At this point I had given up getting spanked for about four years and told the psychologist this, and expected a tick and a smiley face for having given up that sort of nonsense. 

Wrong, she could not give me a direct instruction, supposedly due to professional practices, it must be presumed. But she dropped hints that made a sledgehammer look lightweight, and I left with the knowledge that I should get spanked. But how? I had cut all connections with the amateur spanking world. I no longer had any contacts, or was known to any groups, I was alone. So I went to Antwerp's Red-Light district, which I had walked through before, and noticed that some of the occupants of the windows displayed BDSM equipment. On my first visit, I chickened out. A second visit was made a little over a week later and, with nervousness, approached a window. I discovered two things, how expensive a pay to play is and that sex did not have to be involved (phew). Over the next few months I got several more painful sessions, with several professional administrators. After four months, I had stopped all happy pills and was sleeping like a happy kitten. It was this that made me except that being a Spanko is who I am, not something that I chose to be.

FL: She had an after-work affair to attend and didn't come home until almost midnight. She came into the bedroom, woke me up, and said, "Fetch the hairbrush and meet me downstairs." Thinking she was playing, I mumbled a protest about the hour and waiting until the next day. 

"Fetch the hairbrush. Now." was all she said. And all she needed to say.

I met her in that family room, brush in hand. I handed it to her and she pulled down my pyjama bottoms, put me over her knee, and gave me a long, hard spanking. If I had been sleepy before, I was wide awake now.

It ended, after what seemed forever, and she told me to stand up. I did, rubbing my flaming bottom, and said, "You're mean." We never really role played, so she surprised me when she said, "I'll show you mean." then reached up, grabbed my ear, pulled be back over knee and gave me an even longer and harder spanking than the first.

I went to bed very sore, somewhat teary, and extremely happy.

Bonnie: I've published my most memorable spankings, but I can share a more recent session.

Did you know that a spelling bee can sting? I do now. Randy thought it would be beneficial and fun (?) to test my spelling skills. He said I depend too much on spellcheck and autocorrect and AI. I said that may be true, but so what, as long as I get it right?

He decided I needed to be able to spell without technology. And he didn't like my attitude.

He wanted to check my independent spelling capabilities. I was tested while lying face down over his lap on the couch. He held a list of spelling words in his left hand and a sturdy wooden paddle in his right. He raised the back of my skirt to my waist exposing bare posterior.

He began reading the words. As he did so, he rubbed the smooth wooden surface of the implement against my skin. No need to be nervous, he suggested helpfully. After all, it's just spelling.

Just spanking was more like it. I don't know where he got those words. Nor did I know how to spell them. Each feeble guess resulted in a set of hard swats. The more he punished me, the more difficult it became to concentrate on the assigned task.

I flunked. That spelling bee stung me right where I sit.

Wendel: The spanking that always comes to mind was late at night in Ireland. We were at the top of large hill. I sat down on a big rock out in a clearing. The rock over looked the valley so anyone looking could see. The Misses took down her pants and got across my knees. I gave her a good spanking. After the spanking I took her from behind. It was wonderful and I was more than happy to take the whipping she gave me when we got home. 

Hermione: I'll always remember the first spanking Ron gave me. The topic of spanking had not gone over well with my ex, so I was reluctant to confess my preference to Ron. One night when we were making love, he started to spank me, and didn't stop until I had reached orgasm. Wow! It had been completely his idea, not mind, so I knew I had found my soulmate at last.   

Slava Ukraini
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