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Punishment Spankings For Adults

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Introduction

Many of you reading this story, have read my other true-life stories posted on the Jimka M/M Archive. On that site, I have over 30 true life disciplinary spanking stories of boys and some girls, starting with some of my own boyhood punishments. Unlike those Jimka stories, the reports on this site, Lee's Spanking Site, are true punishment stories of consenting adults, not boys.

At the time of this story, I currently spank 7 consenting adults on a regularly scheduled basis. These adults are 5 male and 2 female, ages 19 to 41. The purpose of these regularly scheduled punishment spankings are just like that of a child, to modify and improve behavior. Do these actual adult punishment spankings accomplish their purpose? Absolutely!

In all of these cases, one of which is chronicled here, a written agreement is signed between the other person and myself. In this agreement, specific goals are stated, with corresponding spanking penalties for not reaching these goals. All of the spankings are given at actual punishment strength. Trust me, just like a child, the adult wants to modify their behavior…and reach their goals after a punishment spanking. It is very important to remember as you read this story, this is a real life punishment spanking report.

Matthew

Matthew contacted me, 18 months after he graduated from college. He answered my ad in an alternative paper in a major Midwestern city. At the time he contacted me, here was his situation in life. He was 22, single, gay, stood 5' 8", coal black hair, dark brown eyes, almost no body hair, weighed 275 lbs., was broke and ready to be fired from his sales job. His self-esteem was shot and felt like he needed to be severely punished.

Like all people who contact me, I do a lot of email correspondence, and/or phone conversations before I ever consent to a meeting. If someone wants a spanking fantasy fulfillment, that is easy to do. The Matthew's of Midwest America are a different story. They need help, and they feel like they need to be punished for their failures. I won't spank someone for that reason, even to satisfy a spanking fantasy. What I will do is do what I did with Matthew.

Over the course of phone and email discussions, we got to the root of his failures at his job, weight and self-esteem. His appearance had a tremendous bearing on his job failure and therefor his self-esteem. But, we tackled both at the same time.

First, we set up a strict weight goal program, that was designed to take his weight off over 16 months, bringing him down to 150lbs. This combined a diet and exercise program, based upon a medically proven diet, lightweight dumbbell exercises and walking.

Second, we set up a verifiable system to check his sales progress at his job. He works in a highly competitive business supply industry, calling upon virtually all kinds of businesses. We worked on his sales techniques after each spanking meeting, and went over his sales reports required by his company.

This particular spanking took place about 9 months into our program, after he had lost about 80 lbs. and received his first sales award and job promotion. He had started to slack off with his newfound success…and therefore his spanking session was unusually severe.

Matthew's Worst Spanking

Matt had been almost reluctant to agree to our regularly scheduled meeting. In the past, that had spelt trouble…for him.

He arrived at my motel, dressed in his business suit, carrying his briefcase and a shopping bag containing his scale. After hanging up his coat, putting his briefcase and scale on the desk he sat down on the bed and looked at me with his dark brown eyes. I sat down at the desk.

"Jason, I've fucked up." I let his words go unanswered as I looked at him with a very intent fatherly glare. He paused for almost a minute, gathering courage for the next statement.

"You warned me not to slack off, and I did. I gained back 2 lbs. and got my ass chewed out for not properly training a new guy for the company. " He looked down at the floor, and started wringing his hands and crossing his ankles…just like a misbehaving child. I remained silent.

"I didn't want to come today, because this is going to be a bad one…a real bad one. I know I deserve it, but please don't paddle me hard. PPLLEEAASSEE." He started to tear up he was so concerned. He hadn't cried during our sessions in almost 7 months, I knew it he was really scared. I spoke for the first time.

"Matt, first things first. Strip to your underpants and bring me the scale." I uncrossed my legs and leaned forward, forearms on my thighs, hands clasped together, gazing intently at a very nervous young man. He had every reason to be nervous…and he knew it.

He reached down and took off his shoes and socks. Slowly he rose and did as I asked, soon standing in just his white CK briefs and then putting his clothes on the motel clothes rack. He reached into his briefcase and brought out his weight goal chart. He then pulled out his scale, set it down in front of me, handed me his chart and lined up the scale's dial.

I looked at his chart, and saw that he should be at 192 lbs. He stepped on. It registered 197…5 lbs. over, not 2.

[Under his program, he was to lose 2 lbs. per week or .3 pounds per day. In this case he had met his previous weight goal of 196 during a previous visit, and now had missed his current goal, plus gained one back. His penalty was going to be stiff.

2 swats for the first .2 lbs. missed, 4 for the second .2 lbs. missed, 6 for the third, 8 for the fourth .2 lbs., etc. He was due 100 swats on his briefs for missing his goal, the maximum penalty, plus 50 on the bare for gaining a pound back.]

"Matt, this is the worst you have done so far. What happened?" I was really concerned, because he had done so well at this point in his program. The worst he had gotten prior to this was 56 swats for missing his goal by 1.5 lbs.

"Jason, I was entertaining this new guy after work. I let everything slip on my diet and exercise, because I spent a couple of hours with him each night after work." He looked down at his toes as he buried them into the carpet.

"Did you score?"

He looked up quickly and got red in the face at my question. He started nervously rubbing his thighs as he looked down at the floor and then at me. He finally said.

"No, he decided he didn't want to try.", and Matt quickly folded his arms across his chest. I had to smile and chuckle.

"Let me see if I got this right. You had a stiff dick for a company new hire, didn't concentrate on your job or your health….and then didn't score. That sounds like 0 for 3 stud. One big strike out. I have told you time and time again Matt….you don't shit where you eat. Never. And I mean never. Do you understand me young man?" At this I stood up and glared down at him. He was really nervous now. Rocking back on his heels and clenching his toes.

"Hand me your company performance report for the past two weeks." He looked at me for a couple of seconds before turning around and reaching into his briefcase. He handed me his reports and I quickly glanced at them and pointed at the bed. He flopped down on his belly, creasing the seat of his briefs into his ass crack as he spread his arms out and turned his head to face me as I sat down on the bed next to him on his left side.

For the next few minutes I lectured him about the sales reports, his obvious screw-ups and what it cost his immediate promotion prospects. All this time, I rubbed his butt and legs, trying to draw his attention to what I was saying with a warm touch…despite what he knew was in store for his cotton covered buns. As he laid there listening, his gaze shifted from me to the wall and back as what I was saying sunk in. He knew he was in for an old fashioned ass blistering, and he deserved it, even if he was 23 years old.

"OK Matt. What is it that you deserve for these screw-ups. What you did this week doesn't exactly fit into our agreement. Since you already are going to have a very hot, sore ass, with your briefs off, what additional swats do you deserve?" He closed his eyes and pursed his lips at my words. He knew he was in for it. After about 30 seconds his eyes opened.

"Another 50?" He turned his head and eyes towards me as he looked at me with his sad eyes partially covered by wisps of his black hair.

"Yes, but it is going to be on the bare. The only reason I am letting you off this light for these kinds of screw ups is your past job performance and your weight loss swats. I want you to go to work tomorrow and still walk normal. But this one is going to really hurt. Do you understand and agree Matt?" I patted his buns as I asked the final question. He buried his head face down into the bed's comforter. A minute passed and he then got up from the bed and stood by the desk, hands at his side, hair now unkempt, with tears in his eyes.

"Yes sir", was his almost whispered response.

I stood up and walked over to him. Brushing his hair off his forehead with one hand, my other hand raised his chin up, his eyes meeting mine.

"Matt, this is going to really hurt. Since you have acted so stupidly, I am going to treat you like a little boy, and take you across my lap to spank you. Furthermore, we have to tie your hands together this time, so that I don't have to stop your spanking to remove your hands. Are you ready?" He looked up at me and shook his head and then asked a question.

"What are you going to spank me with?"

"Your favorite Matt. The hairbrush." You would have thought I just rejected his company's product because of price. He went into his best negotiation mode. I ignored him and went to my case and pulled out two silk ties and the hairbrush. I put the hairbrush down on the bed and put his wrists together. He kept trying to negotiate additional swats as a trade off for some other instrument…anything but the hairbrush. And that was the reason I choose the hairbrush. The wide end of each tie was soon around each wrist. I put my finger to my lips to hush his futile negotiation attempts.

"Matt. This will be the worst spanking I have given you under our program. This is going to hurt son. It is going to hurt badly. But, I won't stop until our agreed upon swats have been given to you. Now stop negotiating and let's get this over with", as I sat down I pulled him across my lap. He flopped down, his chubby butt a white target.

For a couple of minutes I adjusted him into position. I lifted off the bed slightly and he pushed his arms under my legs. I pulled the silk ties out from under my legs pulled them up. Then I tied them across Matt's lower back, pinning his arms under my legs. I adjusted his briefs, smoothing out the white fabric and positioning his butt and body. I picked up the hairbrush and rubbed it across his buns as I lectured him one last time.

SMACK. The first swat landed on his right cheek. I paused, counting 1000, 1001, 1002 and as I silently hit 1003. SMACK. The second swat landed on his left cheek. His buns shook, and the brief's seat fabric creased.

Slowly and carefully I continued on. In delivering Matt's hairbrush spanking, my intent was to really punish, but not brutalize. I don't ever have to raise the hairbrush much above my shoulder to deliver all the punishment sting that is needed. Matt was no exception.

By the time I hit 50 he was long since broken, openly begging and blubbering. With each swat he kicked his legs in wildly different directions, his buns shaking and clenching. His body bounced up and down trying to shake out the pain and fire stoking his ass. At 100 he was almost limp with exhaustion…because I had done it so slowly, pausing 2-3 seconds between swats. Almost five minutes of intense stinging in his now very hot buns. I silently massaged his cheeks for a few seconds….and then slowly pulled the sweat-moistened underpants off his cheeks and down his thighs, to just above his knees.

Now was the time to make sure he never put himself in this position again. I blistered his bare cheeks as fast as I could. Using rapid fire, wrist snaps, the hairbrush popping sharply against his heaving bare buns. In less than 90 seconds it was over and Matt's briefs were lodged against the motel room door. He was incoherent from the pain in his butt.

I reached into my shirt pocket and removed my tube of ointment and began to slowly massage and stroke his buns. After 20 minutes of ointment and massaging the purple splotches from the hairbrush had almost disappeared, leaving a set of very red, speckled buns. Matt's worst spanking was now over and we spent another 30 minutes going over his goals and dreams before he put his clothes on and left.

Matthew Today

Matt and I get together only once a calendar quarter now. His needs for punishment spankings have dropped off to next to nothing. Just like any child, he wants to avoid the pain of a real punishment spanking, so do all adults. So what is Matt today.

He is 25, single, gay, 5' 8", 145 lbs., with a fairly buff body….and the district VP for his firm. He and his lover live in a very nice upper middleclass neighborhood, enjoying the amenities of mainstream corporate life. He readily agrees that without our goals/spanking agreement, he would not have materially what he has…or be where he is professionally today. But still, once a calendar quarter, he strips to his white cotton briefs and lays across my lap…even if he has met his new goals. For the last three meetings in a row, 25 hand swats have moderately landed on his buns. Just a reminder.

Epilogue

This is the first of 5-6 stories about what has taken place with men who step back and ask for help from an old fashioned Midwest Dad. On this site I won't chronicle my stories about women. The men's names, physical details and location are purposely vague or changed…but the successes of the stories are all true. And that is what matters.

Also, by the second or third story, I will post to Lee's Spanking Site actual photos of real adult punishment spankings. I sometimes single camera videotape a punishment spanking. Lee has agreed to post short photo stories of one or two of the spankings. These photos will not be of anyone in a posted story. The first, a slender 19 year old college freshman. The second will be an 18-year-old high school senior athlete. My choice of photo subjects is strictly visual folks. Please email me with any comments to jlpspanker@hotmail.com.