My bottom 14 hours after my second spanking.

This morning I meet up with C again for my second spanking. You could just about see the marks from the first spanking six days ago if you knew where you were looking.

We agreed that I was going to pull up my dress, pull down my knickers and bend over C’s lap to receive the same sets as I had last time. Once we got to the point that we stopped before, I would receive one more normal set and then one longer set of thirty across the fuller part of my bottom and twenty across where my bottom meets my thighs.

Then it was time to be bent over C’s knee again. It was much easier to relax in between sets this time as I knew what was coming. I got sets of twenty across the middle of my bottom, alternating with sets of twelve across where my bottom meets my thighs. We agreed when we thought we’d got to the same number of sets as before. Then I got one more set of twenty and then twelve before it was time for the longer set. I joked with C that he might have to catch me after twenty-five, but it wasn’t as tough to hold position as I thought it would be. Maybe sets of thirty on top and twenty on bottom are the way forward now I’m a bit more relaxed and getting more used to the position.

Afterwards I enjoyed some corner time and a very nice massage before setting off for a day out in the country. Due to my rather strange sat nav it was a trip along some of England’s most beautiful, but most challenging roads. The view was worth the extra half an hours driving up hill and down dale though.

We can’t meet up next weekend, or the weekend after, so I’m going to have to wait patiently for over two weeks until spanking number three.

Of course I could just have used a diary, but I find it easier to arrange my thoughts digitally. There’s no need to write in order, I can write some of one paragraph, move on the ending, rewrite the beginning and then… It also allows me to copy and change text I’ve written elsewhere, borrow text and links from elsewhere and attach any pictures or photographs I want.

I could have done it all in Word, but the advantage of a blog is most of the formatting is done for you. It’s simple to keep everything organised and in order and easy to go back later and reflect on your thoughts at the time.

Also hopefully this blog might help, inspire or interest others. Reading the blogs of others has provided me with many insights and advice over the years. Maybe one day something in my blog may be useful for someone else.

I’m really looking forward to Saturday when I’m next meeting up with C and receiving my second spanking. He hasn’t let me know what I’m getting, he’s not planning letting me know how much the intensity of the spanking will increase until I arrive. Actually, I’m not sure if it is when I arrive, or whether I’ll find out as I’m being spanked. I’m not sure which sounds better, knowing my fate and accepting it, or not knowing and just discovering as I’m spanked. The last spanking hurt, it was very good to know C had a firm hand he wasn’t afraid of using. It seems pointless to me to receive a spanking that doesn’t hurt. I know anything longer or harder is going to hurt even more. It seems odd, but I’m eagerly looking forward to receiving what C has planned for me, just four days to wait.

Over the longer term I’m excitedly awaiting receiving my first doses of the slipper, paddle, strap and cane. I know C has a slipper that he particularly likes to use. I know I’ll enjoy being told to bend over the stool to receive it

I am also a submissive, this is where the line ‘spanking is not sexual’ gets blurred. None of my vanilla relationships have worked out because of this fact. I managed two years once, but that probably only lasted as long as it did as we shared a house. My sexual desires sit within the boundaries of the BDSM world (OK that’s a rubbish description, there is no such thing as a ‘BDSM world’, but equally I think my readers will have a clue to what I mean.) Of course my submissive side does enjoy the spanking. I like knowing the spanker is in control, I like being given orders and take pleasure in quickly obeying my spankers instructions. However, my need for spankings is not sexual, my need for a spanking runs much deeper than that.

So I’m not seeking spankings from the DD side and I’m not seeking spankings from the BDSM side. So why do I need to be spanked? This used to involve a lengthly explaination of the above, until I found it easier to just leave it as: I’m a submissive that has always had the need for a spanking.

When I was Googling ‘Needing Spanks’ before creating my blog however (it’s always more polite and less confusing if you check someone isn’t using the same name as you online.), I found a website that I think gives a good description of why I need a spanking. The full description is available here for reading at SpankingNeeds.com. It’s still a bit ‘correcting the error of you ways’ for me to 100% connect to, but it’s better than a lot I’ve found. The website also contains the whipping therapy article (that I first read elsewhere), and which explains why spankees feel good after receiving a spanking. I can understand the endorphin description. Emotionally receiving my first spanking did feel similar to finishing a marathon. I releashes a natural high and I guess that’s why many can zone out (enter sub space) during a spanking.

A view of my backside a day after my first spanking.

My 2011 New Year’s resolution was to seek out my first spanking and find someone who was willing to regularly spank my bottom. I’ve known ever since I was a young girl that I needed upending over a man’s lap to receive a good sound spanking. I decided that this was the year that I was going to follow my desires in real life and not just online.

So just over a week ago I searched out a spanking personals site and put up an advert looking for man with a firm hand who was willing to spank me. I included basic facts about me, what I was interested in, a bit about me a a person, who I was looking for and roughly whereabouts in the UK I live.

I had to take my advert down after less than a week because I was finding it difficult to keep up with the replies and I already had received more than enough promising messages. If your reading this and I said no thanks, then I am sorry for disappointing you. I had a lot of replies and I’m sure I turned away some genuine responses just because it wasn’t possible to meet up with everyone.

After several rounds of emails, I arranged to drive up the motorway to meet up for a coffee with C, one of the men who had replied to my advert. After a drink and a chat C drove me over to his house so that I could be sure that it was somewhere I’d feel safe meeting in the future. After some chat and another drink it was decided that it was time for me to get my first introductory over the knee spanking.

C sat down in a chair and I pulled up my short dress and bent over his knee. After learning what position he wanted me to hold myself in, C took down my knickers and got ready to commence my spanking.

Then the spanking started. I felt each of the slaps more than I was expecting to, but it was very good to know that C certainly had a firm hand and wasn’t afraid to use it. However, the spanking wasn’t long or hard enough for me to cry out or move out of position. I’m not quite sure why most spankees in videos seem to feel the need to call out and start squirming after the very first slap, I’ve often thought it was purely for effect. C was spanking me in sets, with a short break in the middle. In between each set the pain went away almost immediately. C was massaging my bottom and I could feel that I had been spanked, however it was a pleasant sensation. Depending where C’s hand fell there was a difference in feeling. It hurts slightly more towards the edge of my bottom and his hand is particularly effective lower down. I had expected it to hurt less each time C hit me and more in between each set and at the end. However it was only towards the end of each set when I was feeling any true uncomfort. I didn’t get the pleasant feeling some subs describe when being spanked, but my bottom certainly feel a lot better after the spanking and wonderful on the drive home.

I know C was giving me sets of 18-20 on the fuller part of my bottom and 12 where my bottom meets my thighs, however I don’t know how many sets I received. I’m guessing it was about 100-150 spanks in total, but it could have been slightly more or slightly less.

After my spanking I spent some time in the corner with my hands on my head, dress pulled up and knickers down. C could admire his handiwork and I could enjoy the warm glow spreading across my bottom.

After some more chat and another inspection of my bottom it was time to leave. We arranged that I would return again next Saturday for another spanking and then hopefully regularly after that.

Driving home was a very pleasant experience. I could feel results of the spanking I had received, but it felt nice rather than painful. There was a small spot on my left butt cheek I could feel that seemed to have received the most punishment, but my whole bottom generally felt wonderful.

On the way home I arranged to go and have dinner with a friend. I popped home long enough to grab some drinks and admire my bottom in the bathroom mirror. I was a little surprised to see the extent of the bruising across my bottom. The spanking didn’t feel hard enough to really bruise and my bottom was warm but not painful to the touch. When I got in after dinner I took time to admire and photograph the marks, before emailing C to thank him for my spanking.

A day later the bruising is still there as you can see in the photo. However I don’t even notice it unless I sit or lie down for ages in one position. Even when I do notice it, it is not painful despite how it looks.

I’m now eagerly awaiting Saturday when I’m very much looking forward to receiving my second spanking. Hopefully the current bruising will have gone down by then and I can attain another good sound bottom warming.

A view of my bottom eight hours after my first OTK spanking.