Therapeutic Spanking: One Person’s View

On September 1, 2016, Dr. Discipline posted a thought-provoking piece entitled A guide to giving Therapeutic Spankings for couples on his blog Luvs Spanking. We post the opening paragraphs and urge you to link here to read the entire article.

I wrote the comment below on my post ‘For couples seeking spanking’ on 10/29/2009 in response to a question from a reader as to why I wrote that punishment and discipline were different.

“Punishment is for specific events and is meant to hurt both physically and mentally. Punishment is a price paid for making an error in judgment despite and in spite of knowing the consequences for misbehaving. Punishment is not the result of bratting however [unless specified in a contract]. Discipline is best recognized in the sense of achievement. As in ‘she was disciplined enough to run a marathon’, ‘meditating took self-discipline’, ‘not eating all the muffins was a sign of a disciplined mind’. Discipline is an incentive, a reward, a motivation to do better in very detailed goals. They can be goals based on relationships, personal or spiritual growth, professional career, the list is endless. The key is how those involved feel. If you feel punished, then you were punished. If you feel disciplined, then you were disciplined. It’s all in the perspective: bottoms up or hands down.”

One category of spankings I didn’t include though was therapeutic spankings. Some may argue that therapy spankings fall under discipline or maintenance but for the purposes of this post I will consider them to be separate. …

Mitch’s Saga: The Beat Begins

This continues the saga of my journey into the world of adult, consensual spanking. The previously posted recollections focused on my growing interest and fantasy. Now, it was time for the paddle to meet flesh.

In the last chapter of my journey from being an innocent vanilla guy to becoming a full-fledged spankophile, I was at a support group’s weekly meeting. That session’s focus on Victorian discipline and corporal punishment confirmed that I was not alone with such needs. The knowledge that the group had a spanking sub-group cinched the deal.

A few days later, I returned to the meeting room to join about a dozen folks interested in spanking. The leader and her male mate welcomed me, and we chatted for a bit. I looked at the assorted implements on display with keen interest and picked up a few. Yes, they looked painful yet exciting.

The session started and after some discussion and questions, the leader asked for a volunteer for a demonstration. No one volunteered so she pointed directly at me and said: “You, up here now! You were so interested in the implements.” With butterflies and a lot of fear, I struggled up to her and was directed to go OTK. So, I did while fully clothed and most likely blushing.

After delivering a few sharp hand spanks, the leader announced she “could not do this” and ordered me up. Wow, that was easy, I concluded. Wrong! The “this” she couldn’t do was spank over clothes. “Pants down around your ankles. Underwear, too” were the next words I heard.

With embarrassment, I did as directed. Being ordered back OTK, I now realized I was in deep yogurt. My legs were effectively tied together by my jeans and underwear, and I was totally immobilized when her leg wrapped over mine. I was now bare ass, bottom up, over the lap of someone I had just met and who was going to spank me. And, in front of strangers.

And spank me she did! Hand, paddle, hairbrush and strap were used to demonstrate the proper technique and their effect. My “virgin” bottom felt like a thousand bee stings, but I did not cry. In retrospect, I learned that this first adult spanking was truly not that intense and certainly not as severe as could be delivered.

The woman who led this sub-group and I became friends, and she spanked me several other times much more intensely until our paths sent us in different geographic directions. At our last meeting, she said she had never truly punished me. I thought otherwise although she said I never earned her absolute punishment spanking. I was aghast and thankful since what she had done was painful enough … or so I thought.

Believe it or not, I do not think I have ever received a bona fide punishment spanking. See what a good boy I am? Yeah, right. I know I (do?) deserve it but have been spared so far. Anyone know a good practitioner of the art?

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Mitch’s Story: Learning what it is all about

Continuing with the saga of how I came to be who I am in this community, I present part 2. Enjoy!

My prior discourse addressed my maturation from a naive kid to a young adult who recognized that he was not alone in this big world with spanking thoughts. But, what to do about it? Well, I became aware of a kinky group in my city that held weekly educational meetings. For two weeks I paced up and down the sidewalk observing the “crazies” who entered for the meeting. What kind of books was they?

By the end of my stakeout on week two, it was evident that the kooks were no different than me. They wore jeans, slacks, dresses, suits, whatever depending on where they were coming from. They looked like the folks I saw every day in the office, around my neighborhood, shopping. Hmmm … maybe this was not so far out.

I nervously entered the meeting hall on week three to be greeted by several very nice people who made me feel at home and explained the purpose of the meetings. I mentioned that spanking was my main interest, and they said that was perfectly normal. In fact, the meeting that evening was on Victorian Discipline focusing on corporal punishment complete with a demonstration. I must have looked like a deer in headlights as they chuckled and showed me to a seat.

After a few obligatory announcements, the educational part started with two gentlemen walking down the aisle followed by two women holding paddles and hairbrushes. The women explained the basics of a “proper” spanking, where to spank and where not to, potential dangers, etc. It was all new to me at the time as I had thought that simply blasting one’s bum was all it took. It truly does take great skill and knowledge to know what to do.

Once the women had explained the parameters of spanking, they did indeed redden the two bottoms. Starting first over jeans, then underwear, and finally bare. It seemed like a thorough thrashing at the time to my newbie eyes. but in retrospect was likely not much more than a warm-up. This was a demo after all.

I became fully hooked at that meeting and was especially happy to learn that the group had a spanking/corporal punishment section that met on a separate evening. Stay tuned for that in our next chapter.

To be continued …

Mea Culpa

It was late at night and I was tired and bleary-eyed. You got it? And that is why I typed a wrong email in the contact field of the margin.

It has been corrected. Do I need to be?

Anyway – if you sent me an email over the last several days using the erroneous email, could I please ask that you retransmit it?

Many thanks!

Mitch’s Story: In the beginning … I wondered

From time-to-time, I will post autobiographical material related to my journey into “this thing we do.” This is the first such post. Enjoy!

When I was growing up, there was no internet. Not quite the stone ages, mind you, but not the information age either. I had an interest in spanking for as far back as I can remember, and thought I was crazy or the world’s biggest pervert. After all, nice people didn’t do such things … did they? At least, that is what society said.

I sneaked around as a teen often visiting the library both for school work and to read passages in many books about spanking and corporal punishment (CP). It did help me learn the Dewey Decimal System as I had to find all the books with subjects related to “this thing we do (TTWD)” … judicial CP, school related, the history of various CP methods, implements, on and on.

Later, many magazines like Penthouse and Variations (a Penthouse publication) included “letters to the editor” about various subjects including spanking. The “letters” were always extremely well written. Hmmmmm, did others have the same fantasies as me? And, they engaged in this practice? Were these letters for real? Many were likely conjured up but were entertaining. Perhaps I was not pervy.

Other publications were available in adult bookstores. These were usually produced on newsprint with newspaper ink of varying colors. It was punishment enough to wash the multi-colored ink off your hands before it transferred to your clothes, furniture, or whatever. However, these publications were more evidence that I was not alone with my thoughts.

Still an unspanked adult, the final straw to convince me that I was more normal than not was the realization that all those publications, paddles, articles, ads, etc. were not produced just hoping that I and only I would happen along to buy them. So, I decided to do something about the “never spanked” part of this., but that is a tale (tail?) for another day.

To be continued …

The Paddle: Its Origin

Back in 2012, Slate Magazine published an online article by Forrest Wickman in BrowBeat entitled Paddling: A History. The article explores how the use of the paddle evolved over the years. It is an interesting read for any spanking aficionado especially those who relish applying the paddle or feeling its awesome sting.

I encourage you to read it.