| http://www.spankingtube.com/video/13553/woodshed-strapping Will report in to a Dean of Discipline for my licks. Prefer to get down to business, some role play, inspections, mouth soapings. Will travel for a real spanking. Looking for real men that know that how to provide real spanking/strap/switch/cane. Group scenes are fun. Sex is usually only an option after, not during. Sometimes things just don't click, if that's the case, we shake hands and leave, no harm, no foul, nothing personal. The act of submitting to a spanking is in the mind and the physical pain can only be absorbed when the mind is right. Tears have been known to come, but I have found that all three elements have be present before it is even possible (not guaranteed) - 1. The spanker has to have a commanding presence 2. The ritual set-up and scene and (some humiliation, but usually it is best for a no-nonsense, this is what you are getting and why type of set-up) has to put me in the right frame of mind 3. The implement and the actual sting of the stroke has to be realistic. Implement depends on the scene / reason. I tend to favor a plain wood paddle for school style, bent over the back of the chair, palms gripping the seat taking each swat. Home punishment works great with a belt or strap. There is always room for Irish Spring before, during or after. Bare assed, bent over that damn chair or laid out on the bed, pillow under the hips to push the ass up to fully expose the target. I have one hell of a switch bush growing outside my back door. For those of us the grew up having to go pick a switch knows what type of fear/dread the sight of it is. Just looking at each branch as 'Go pick me a switch!' is still ringing in my ears is enough to make me want to cry. Straps, belts and paddles can be taken with a certain amount of diginity and steely resolve before the lesson sets in and restance is broken down. When done right, the switch is beyond resisting. I start shaking with dread and fear as I am picking it and cleaning the leaves. A bit of tape around the tip to keep it from splitting and returning to the house to hand it to you. I take my pants off and stand still, you grab my upper arm to keep me in place and start swinging. Best to do it in the middle of the room, I will try to run and get out of the way, we twist in a circle as the welts start blooming. Or, bent over the back of the chair, hands firmly grabbing the seat, that switch making it fell I sat on a nest of wasps. Yeah, the switch is a very humbling punishment, no diginity. Hairbrush is another mean SOB way to punish. But at least its quick. I never lasted more than 30 seconds of a full throttle brushing. That damn thing is insane. But it is the only way to do it, slow deliberate strokes with a brush don't work for me. Bare assed, over your lap, my arm pulled up behind my back and pushing me down in place as you beat the living hell out of my ass with the brush. Zero to FUCK!!!! in .05 seconds flat. To me, the brush is punishment distilled down to its truest form. pants around the ankles, yanked over the lap, damn near instant limit broke nad then the incredible pain and humiliation of a real punishment. If you really know how to use it and I really need it, nothing beats the cane. It takes skill and exact control from both you and me. It can't be rushed. Each stroke has to be deliberate and achieve maximum effect. No emotional outburst, not raising up, no reaching around to cover my ass. Each welt parralleling the previous one. the final one cut at a diagnol. A 6 bar gate or a 12 bar gate if I deserve it. The welts stay for a week. I have a barn and 100 acres to play, nearest neighbors are a mile away. If you ever dreamed of busting a boy's ass in a woodshed for, I can help you make it happen. |