About Me

 

Seems the original introduction post for the blog so long ago is a bit dated. So where to  start?  Simply put my name is William, I’m in my 50’s, and like to get spanked.  For decades spanking play has been part of my sexual exploration at first topping but for the better part of the last 15 years more so on the bottom, though technically I do switch on occasion.   For a long time (and pre pandemic) stopped playing causally, and recently not really at all.  I've collected some posts from other blogs over the year, have begun writing stories, and in many ways am headed back out into the dating and spanking world.

 

Most posts are from F/m spanking themed , I'll relive some past ones both good and bad, and write the occasional fantasy piece.  Who knows a little imagination could lead to great new scenes.  

Here’s a few things (and pictures) to help you get to know me better.

I look like the guy you’d never expect to be into this sort of thing.  Looks of course can be deceiving.   

I’m not a submissive although I've bottomed to a variety of female tops so I can enjoy different types of play spanking and a few occasional other S&M experiences.  Being bent over a table or desk is my favorite position and OTK is the one I find not only the most intimate but the most embarrassing.  Until a few weeks ago I'd hadn't been spanked in over a year (excluding my birthday spanking).  Then it just sort of happened and the switch was flipped.  Realizing I missed the time, the attention, the sexiness, and yes even the pain began working a sore ass back into the routine. 

 

I was on yahoo's platform for years so you may know me from there and I’m on fet life and spanking tube as Dark Secret if you’d to add me there.   

 

 
 

My Story...

Spanking has been a big part of my life since I can remember.   I was raised in a time when kids were spanked and it certainly something my parents in particular my mother believed in.  In fact literally my first memory and second memory of life is of being spanked by her for not listening.   Through it seemed that in never quite learned as having my bottom spanked was a regular form of discipline and now although different still is.

Back then rarely did a week go by when i didn’t get my bottom punished with a good old fashioned spanking at least once a week.  It was much more common to have a spanked red bottom two or three times a week,  Embarrassingly enough for a while more often if not almost daily and if i was a very naught boy getting a butt whoop'in more than once  a day more than one a day was not out of the question.  It may not have been a rod but mom made damn sure that the child would not be spoiled by a lack of discipline.

The first spanking  I can remember is when I was about 3  (Click the link to read the remembrance) and the last one i got from mom growing up was when I was 16.  And before you ask my very last spanking of my youth was at 17 by my Dad and it was a paddling not to be forgotten (eventually I’ll add the Dented Fender Story here.). Spankings ranged from a few smacks on my bottom as I stood there on a moment's notice when i was very young but it was much more likely that a trip over mom’s knee was what I’d get. she was all about the bare bottom spanking.   If she asked you to pull you pants down and assume a postion you did it or your spannking was going to be a lot harder and longer.    While over her knee having my bum whacked Mom was an equal opportunity spanker using her hand, hair brush, a wooden spoon and just about anything else she saw fit or that was with in reach to put some sting in my tail and “paint my bottom red”.

Well that is until she decided I was tool old for that and then she’d whip my butt with a thick leather belt, a heavy yard stick and eventually a wooden paddle made from a a 1x4.  Eventually as i got older the spankings became planned and I had to wait for my many of my punishments.  waiting was sometimes in my room, sometimes in the corner, and occasionally with others.  Hand spankings, wooden spoons, hairs brush, belts and paddles were all used on me over the years at home.

Spankings didn’t stop at home they happened at my grandparents, my aunts and uncles, a few friends houses and of course school. All of which was experienced first hand both as an observer, and a recipient.  Your stomach never knots up when you know you’re going to get it but having to wait while others get their beating and you’re lined up listening to and or seeing the swats you have coming busting their backside in the fire and pain can make anyone dread what they know is going to be bad even more.

A few years later when in college while playing bedroom games I had a girlfriend threaten to spank me.   One thing led to another and a little while later i was over her lap. It was hot, it was confusing and it was fun.  the relationship may not have lasted but the journey to find women who were willing to do this with and for me hadn't even really begun yet.

All these years later I've accepted that i like spanking when its fun and sexy and even thought i dread it at the time when it's not.  My wife Marci, and a few others are regulars partners, playmates and my disciplinarian (Ma'am).  Many of those will be the stories I tell here along with of course fictional tales, fantasies and other assorted FM spanking stories for all the bad boys out there who like to have their bottom spanked bright red and the women that are happy to put them through their paces to make make them sorry, turned on, or embarrassed .