Many of the stories you read on this site are obviously written by men who have no idea of what it's like to give or receive a spanking in real life. Some of the stories seem to be written with one hand on the keypad and the other stuck inside a pair of underpants, hence the spelling mistakes and increasing lack of concentration on the telling of the tale the nearer the author gets to his own climax! And let's face it, if the paddles and canes really landed with such gusto on the quivering bottoms they were targeting the neighbours would probably call the police because of all the noise and the guy on the receiving end would spend several days in hospital - hopefully being allowed to lie on his stomach!
A spanking is not a quiet affair even when being administered by a sensible spanker to a guy who takes it like a man and who doesn't squeal or start blubbering as the paddle drives the message home on his upturned bottom. The whack of hand or paddle against buttock makes a resounding noise, the harder the whack the higher the noise-level. Those of us who live in apartments or houses with neighbours within earshot know that we have to take certain steps to reduce the possibility of curious outsiders wondering what on earth is going on and coming over to find out.
I always put rock music on the stereo and turn it up pretty loud. It's got to the stage where I have a certain selection of CD's which I nowadays always associate with spanking. And when I play one of them my boyfriend often thinks it's time to bare his bottom anyway even though I haven't given him the order. Something like Pavlov's dog - when he hears 'Led Zeppelin 2' his hands go to his belt. Sometimes I tell him it's okay and not time as yet, but sometimes I let him carry on and give him an extra swatting even though I hadn't planned on it five minutes earlier. Rather one spanking too many than one too little - that's my philosophy! - and the more spontaneous spankings are often some of the most enjoyable ones - for me at any rate!
We don't need to play games and invent reasons for spanking. He gets one when I decide he needs one. It's all part of our way of expressing love and affection, a game that increases our pleasure, a ritual that is equally important to both of us.
The purpose of this introduction is to give a background to the story of what happened last Summer when my guy and I had booked a holiday in Greece. We were going to spend two weeks on one of the islands and had rented a small holiday apartment. Those of you who have been to Greece and stayed in those apartments know that the walls are thin, you have people on the next balcony who can practically lean over and look in at you, and there is just no way that a man can give his guy the spanking he regularly needs without advertising to all the other residents exactly what it is that's going on. Some might be interested in coming in to participate, but I consider disciplining my guy to be my own privilege and don't get turned on by the idea of sharing him out amongst strangers.
'No spanking for me for two whole weeks!' was his reaction when he heard where we were going. I don't think he was really quite so pleased at the prospect deep down inside, but he grinned in such a devilish way that I yanked down his pants and put him over my knee right there and then. 'We'll see about that' I said 'But right now you're going to get one of my specials!' And I gave him a sound bare-bottom walloping that put a stop to all his jubilation at the idea of two weeks without discipline.
I've never been too hard-handed in spanking him. I believe in holding back just that little bit to make sure he always comes back wanting more. After all, we spank for fun and to turn-on and not to seriously indulge in the infliction of pain. That was why I always used my hand or a paddle and had never introduced his plump youthful bottom to more serious implements like the cane.
But when I considered the possibilities of continuing his regular discipline while in Greece I realised I would have a hard time administering that which he needed just as often as he needed my company in bed. Turning the Ghetto-Blaster up to full volume wouldn't stop curious ears from hearing the buttock-blaster at work. There was no point on packing the favourite paddle in the suitcase. I was going to have to provide myself with that more quiet and discrete instrument of discipline - a thin whippy cane!
The purchase of a cane - I bought two just in case the quality wasn't good enough to last the fortnight - posed no problems. I found them on a mail-order site on the Internet and they were delivered quite discretely in a box. I placed them in my suitcase as soon as they arrived. I didn't want my guy to find out about them just yet. I had to decide whether or not to introduce him to this new method of discipline in advance or to let him find out the awful truth when we were established in our holiday accomodation. I opted for the latter alternative. I got a wicked kick out of seeing his certainty about a holiday away from my spanking as well as a holiday away from his job while I knew all the time that the holiday would probably provide him with the top ten stinging bottoms of his life. The thin whippy canes stayed hidden in my suitcase!
They remained in my case for the first evening in Greece too. We were tired after the journey, went out for a meal in the evening but came home just after eleven and went to bed, both falling asleep long before midnight.
The next day was spent on the beach. Sunbathing, swimming, snorkeling in the clear blue water. I like looking at my guy as he came up out of the sea, wet bathing shorts hugging his thighs, cutting in between his beautiful well-rounded buttocks as he bent down to pick up his towel. I imagined that bottom bared and positioned to receive it's first ever caning. I decided that tonight would be the night. Tonight he would be told to take down his underpants and bend over in my favourite position - hands on the edge of a table, back arched, head up and standing on his toes until I told him he could stand down again.
I rolled over on my stomach to get the sun on my back, but also to hide the massive erection that had suddenly reared it's head when I thought of what I was going to do that evening.
We stood on the balcony, each sipping a glass of Ouzo. The sun had gone down and the harbour lights were sparkling on the calm sea. It was still hot and both of us were dressed in nothing more than our underpants. In fact, as we stood together in the darkness I had my right hand down the back of his underpants, smoothing and squeezing his hairless boyish bottom.
'You think you're safe for a fortnight now then' I said as I moved my forefinger up and down the crack between his buttocks. He squeezed my finger between his cheeks.
'Why? Aren't I safe then?' he asked. He turned to look at me and I could see right away that he didn't want to be 'safe' at all. Of course I knew him well by now and knew that he thrived on spanking. He was like a tiger in bed when his bottom was fresh from a dose of discipline.
'No, you're certainly not safe my lad' I said. 'Come inside. I've got something to show you!'
We went back into the apartment. I shut the balcony door and turned on the Ghetto Blaster. It was a tape of one of the spanking CD's. He got the message at once and put his glass down on the bedside table. I took my case from the cupboard and opened it. I motioned him to come closer and look inside. The two canes were all that lay in the case, each only about 30 inches long and very thin. He looked up at me. I could see he was surprised.
'I'm going to introduce your bottom to one of these tonight' I said. 'Take your pick!'
He took up one of the canes and swished it through the air. 'This one' he said, and handed it to me.
In true schoolmaster fashion I held the cane in both hands and flexed it, testing it's pliability prior to using it on the plump buttocks that were shortly to be bared for my pleasure.
'I want you to take down your underpants and bend over the edge of the table' I said. 'Hands on the edge of the table, back arched and head up please!' He complied with my wishes.
'Now stand up on your toes' I ordered. 'And don't stand down until I tell you!'
There he was, beautifully arranged and buttocks perched exquisitely in a position that could either be seen as offered for penetration or offered for discipline. Right now it was the second alternative, later on I might well consider the first.
I raised the cane and brought it down on his bottom. The swish was almost silent and the sound upon contact was well within the boundaries covered by the music from the tape. A thin red line became visible across his bottom, where it had been kissed by the first stroke of the cane.
I raised the cane again, this time aiming for a higher shot and managed to create a new red line parallel to the first. I then aimed lower and the third red line appeared. I decided that I would concentrate my efforts between the higher and the lower line to avoid causing any tell-tale signs of punishment to become visible next day outside of the boundaries provided by his bathing-shorts. I also decided to apply the cane just a little harder as I did not appear to be getting any reaction from the owner of the plump bottom in front of me.
I need not have worried. By the tenth stroke he was drawing in air through his teeth as the cane departed from his buttocks. By the twentieth stroke he turned his head and gave me a look as if to ask 'What have I done to deserve this?' and I terminated his first caning at stroke number twenty-five. As I wrote earlier, it is important not to overdo the discipline and to leave your guy still able to take a little more so that he really comes back to you wanting a repeat performance.
I made him stay in position for several minutes more. I looked at those delicious buttocks, now criss-crossed with a latticework of fine red lines. The sight was very arousing indeed, a new variation on the old theme. When I told him he could stand up I saw that the new variation had nevertheless caused the same old effect on his _c_o_c_k_. He was hard and ready for the next stage of our love-making.
I rubbed my hand through his hair. 'So much for two weeks without spanking!' I said. 'I never really believed it you know' he replied, putting his arms around me and for once taking the initiative and pulling me over onto the bed.