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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 32 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 8 consenting adults on a regularly scheduled basis. These adults are 5 male and 3 female, ages 20 to 43. 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.

MARK

Mark is a troubled young man. He personally blames all aspects of his extended family's different crisis on his considerable shoulders. Only one or two of these crisis does he really have any input, but he assumes the total load of all burdens. Unfortunately, this affects several aspects of his life it shouldn't.

First it affects his job performance. Being in a competitive sales field, and dealing with some hard ball players in the construction industry, he needs to be sharp at all times. He goes in the crapper when something goes wrong in his family life, so that is affected.

Second, instead of drinking, he likes the riverboat casinos that our state's voters legalized, to take his mind off his troubles. Unfortunately, he is a lousy gambler. Instead of learning games of skill, which you can win at…if you prepare mentally. He plays the one armed bandits…and loses all the time.

Mark felt guilty about various aspects of his life, so that when he answered one of my alternative newspaper ads, he wanted to be spanked. In listening to his tale of woe, I agreed to meet with him one time to give him a spanking. When he walked into my motel room, I about crapped.

At that time, he stood 6' 5", weighed about 240, and wasn't fat. He wore 33" casual slacks and medium hip briefs. Mark is a big boy at 31 years old, and he looks five years younger with his Princeton hair cut and baby blue eyes. But, I was beginning to wonder what he wanted, until he opened his sack and produced a big, and I do mean big, razor strap. He didn't want to be turned over my knee (thank goodness), he wanted to lay across the bed and get a "whipping".

Now, please understand, I don't do whippings. I give spankings. If you have to ask what the difference is, I can only say conclusively, that you have never gotten a whipping. For about an hour we really went into a great amount of detail about his life, going far beyond what we had discussed on the phone.

The result of this long discussion, I agreed to give him a punishment spanking, with his razor strap, with the understanding that we had to meet regularly to straighten out his life. He quickly agreed and stripped to his white cotton Jockey Poco briefs. He filled them out in everyway, including the large tent in front as he laid down on the two pillows I put in the middle of the bed.

I gave him as long a first time spanking as I have ever given…and as hard. He barely budged. When I was through with the agreed upon number of swats, I could tell he wasn't satisfied that he had been spanked. So I told him to hold tight, and I was going to find something that would punish him. Going through my paddles, my test swats got a little better reaction. At the end, I used my shower brush. BINGO! Mark hated that shower brush. Now, I had my ultimate punishment tool for his big buns…a 12" wooden shower brush.

Over the next few months, we set up two areas that I could monitor.

1 - His sales performance.

2 - His finances.

Between the two, he couldn't hide his gambling debts. Slowly but surely we got his head on straight in terms of job performance and he stayed off the boats. When his company merged, Mark kept his job, the other salesmen from his company didn't. Mark was a happy camper. Soon, he began to make more money.

Then his ex-wife reared her head and took him back to court for more child support. Mark was so pissed, that he went off the deep end. His ex didn't need to go to court; we had worked it out in his budget, some voluntary extra support payments, as a leverage to get better visiting rights to his two sons.

His sales production went in the tank and he hit the boats hard…and lost.

MARK'S WORST SPANKING

When Mark called me back from my call to his pager, he tried to back out of our regularly scheduled appointment. I knew him well enough that his butt was in for a bad session, otherwise he wouldn't be trying to skip his spanking.

Once he was inside the motel, he nervously stripped to his briefs and laid down on the bed, saying almost nothing as I began to read his sales reports and bank/credit card statement. I got pissed. No wonder he didn't want to meet with me. He had lost $2,100 at the boats over the past month. His cash advances against his credit cards didn't leave much doubt when they all said either "Harrah's" or "Argosy".

I sat down on the edge of the bed and began to rub his back and cotton covered buns, getting him to talk out his problems. Over the next half-hour he did, almost breaking out in tears at his anger towards himself for letting his ex-wife's actions get to him.

(To all parents reading this. Want to get your kids to tell you what is really bothering them? A gentle human touch works almost every time. Not in the context of a pending punishment, just talking things out. Kids and adults warm up to the physiological affect of a gentle touch almost always.)

As we talked things out, Mark shifted the conversation to his pending spankings. He was in for a double dose. Both long and hard. Our agreement was he got the razor strap on his briefs if it was one spanking. Two spankings earned him a razor strap spanking on the briefs and bare…plus a shower brush spanking. He hated double sessions with a passion. That is why they were so rare.

Since his sales reports were in the dumps…and he had put himself in a financial hole with his gambling…his butt was soon going to have the look of bad hamburger…three days old.

His sales report razor strap spanking had earned him the maximum penalty for anyone spanking, 100 swats. I knew that wasn't enough, even with baring his butt. He always felt the strap, but it didn't hurt. I pulled his briefs off, which bothered him a lot, but his protests got no where. I went to my spanking tool case and got out something I rarely use, but he needed it and was going to get it.

I put a tube of Super Strength Ben Gay on the middle of his back and told him to lie perfectly still. I squirted the ointment directly to each butt cheek and began rubbing it in. He started complaining and squirming almost immediately. I applied the cream to his buns twice. Then I got up and picked up his strap.

Mark started begging and pleading as I stood there. He was quite a naked sight. His hands were clenching the bedspread. His buns were pink from the Ben Gay, and his lower body was squirming, trying to get rid of the heat. His eyes actually had tears in them as I raised the strap for the first stroke. It landed square in the middle and his body jumped…as the thick strap & BenGay gave him new meaning to the term, "punishment spanking".

I purposely waited 5-10 seconds between swats to make his spanking as painful as possible. He was openly crying when I was finally done. I sat down on the bed and rubbed his back and legs, purposely avoiding his well-marked buns. As soon as he stopped crying he immediately went into his sales mode, trying anything to avoid getting the shower brush spanking that was up next. I didn't budge.

Next, he tried to negotiate no more BenGay. I didn't budge. Then he offered a compromise. Another 100 swat shower brush spanking next meeting…if I didn't coat his buns with BenGay. Since I thought he deserved a double spanking for losing $2,100- he couldn't afford to lose, I agreed.

But, he had to assume a special position, since this spanking was going to really hurt. Mark hated the idea of being tied up. I knew that he couldn't take a 100 swat bare butt paddling with the shower brush, so I placed him into this position.

I made him slide down the bed, so his toes barely touched the floor. Then I placed the two pillows under his hips. Then he had to put his hands and big arms underneath his stomach, between the bedspread and the pillows under his hips. Then I kicked off my shoes, socks and slacks. My partial nudity got his attention fast, plus the shower brush in my hand. This had never happened in any of our meetings.

I got on the bed in front of his head and shoulders and spread my knees wide apart, on each side of his body. I slid forward till brief covered butt was even with his shoulder blades. Then I partially sat down on his shoulders and upper back; my knees snuggled tight against his hips. He was pinned, until he wanted to rise up. So we talked about the consequences of that action. It meant he would have to be tied to the bed, and he agreed that he would stay in his current position no matter what.

I raised the shower brush high, and let it hit dead center on the right cheek. He bellowed in pain. I didn't wait, and let his left cheek have the same treatment. He couldn't promise me enough things about the casinos if I would just stop. I didn't. I made each swat stand on its own….20-30 seconds apart. It took almost 30 minutes to complete his second spanking. He bucked, bounced, begged and bawled as I carefully gave him the worst spanking of his life…and our relationship. The shower brush visited every inch of his razor strapped buns…and made the strap marks of the first spanking disappear.

At the end, I sat on his shoulders and began to rub his legs and buns, until he stopped sobbing. As I got off his back and sat down next to him, Mark began to apologize for his actions like he had never done before. It seems his tears, in reaction to my intense spankings had made a real impression.

In our next meeting, all he got was the shower brush spanking. I let him keep his briefs on. He had earned it.

MARK TODAY

Mark and I meet regularly. In fact, as I wrote this I paged him. I told him I was writing his story and he tried to talk me out of posting it…but not too hard. Just like my spanking tomorrow, probably won't be more than 25 or so mild razor strap swats across his cotton covered butt. Mark now leads his company in sales and his sons now live with him. Very rarely does he get more than a reminder spanking.

But, in his case, he gets it every time I make into his city. For you see. He wants nothing to deter him from raising his two sons in a secure black & white world with the love and warmth that was missing from his own childhood, because his single Mom was an alcoholic on welfare.

Epilogue

This is the third of 5-6 stories about what has taken place with men who step back and ask for help from an old fashioned Midwest Dad. For JIMKA site readers, they know I travel on business all over the Midwest, and take the time to meet with folks who are serious about satisfying their spanking needs. On this site I won't chronicle my stories about women. The men's names, minor physical details and location are purposely vague or changed…but the successes of the stories are all true. And that is what matters.

I had promised and intended, by the second or third story, to 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. My problem is one of software. Does anyone know of any video capture software that can actually capture and downloads quality pictures? Please email me with any comments to jlpspanker@hotmail.com.