Chat rooms, forums and blogs.

Most people would be well aware of the hazards and possible benefits of participating in spanking chat rooms and to a lesser extent in spanking forums. However apart from contact magazines which tend to be crude there is little alternative for contacting like-minded adults.
95% of the ladies with whom I've 'consulted' have initially conversed with me via a chat room or forum. Even though I don't believe that disciplinary, redemption or punishment spanking is common in Australia it's not uncommon either. Sadly the channels for contact are limited and I wonder if this is because spankings and associated spanking ritual(s), such as they are, were never widely practised as a means of disciplining children here.
Sure - every child I knew received a smacked bottom growing up and was subject to having their hands strapped at school. Some private schools even caned the boy students for serious offences but I knew no-one, male or female, who was ever spanked in the ways suggested by this and other blogs and I believe this to be a reason why more people fail to capitalise on the 'release' that a spanking can offer.
Incidentally I'm really enjoying this 'blogging' thing. What a great way to vent frustration or to tell the world just how you feel. I'm a late starter and I know I'm not the first to blog on this subject but I'm beginning to understand why so many put so much time into their 'blogs'.
Some of the blogs I've looked at are very amusing, others are more serious and some of them are a little too heavy for my tastes but hey it takes all kinds of people to make up this world of ours.
I probably won't be uploading any spanking pictures on this blog because in my experience most ladies don't really find inspiration in them. However from time to time something will get my attention and if I think it's worthwhile I'll share it on this blog.

Mature therapy.

I gain immense pleasure in spanking adult female bottoms. I can't deny that.
I have previously noted that some of that pleasure is derived from seeing attitudes altered and goals achieved. I found it interesting, however, the first time I spanked a lady much older than myself.
She had contacted me via a spanking forum board and after numerous chats on-line and two telephone conversations we agreed to meet. I assumed she would be accompanied by her husband or a friend but when we met she was alone. I was surprised but I was pleased that our communication thus far had given her this confidence. We met at a shopping centre in Cheltenham and chatted over coffeee.Her name was Alex (Alexandra) and when we first met she was 56 years of age and widowed. I was 34. She had a full figure, was well groomed and appeared to be dressed for a Board meeting rather than the possible 'Hand to bottom' meeting I had envisaged. Initially I was slightly overawed because this lady was much older than I but after conversing for a while (both of us a little apprehensively) I realised that her needs and wants were no different than those of other spankees I had become acquainted with.
We talked mostly about her relationship with her daughter. She was deeply troubled and explained that she was unwilling to devote a great amount of time to her daughter and her grandchildren due to pressures from her job and her social activities. She felt guilt about her selfishness but was at odds with herself about altering the situation. We agreed that CP might be the answer to her feelings of guilt and even as ameans to encourage her to participate in the lives of her immediate family.
I suggested meeting at a later date to pursue some otk therapy. She said that she wanted to start immediately. Of course I was pleased however I didn't want her to feel rushed or intimidated. She said she was neither and we agreed to travel to a local motel.
I was please to see her waiting at the reception desk when I arrived. We 'checked in' and walked to the room.
I asked Alex when she wanted to begin and she said "straight away". I sat on the settee and she removed her jacket. She folded it and placed it on the chair next to her handbag. Then she opened her handbag and removed an older-style wooden hairbrush. She came over to the settee and handed me the brush without a word. I pulled the hem of her skirt to her waist. I was more than a little surprised to see she was wearing stockings and suspender belt. Like a fool I said to her that this attire (lovely as it was) wasn't necessary for her spanking to be efficient. She replied that she almost always wore stockings and that they weren't worn for my benefit. She said it nicely but it put me back in my place somewhat. She laid herself across my lap and I began to hand spank her over her knickers. She turned to me and asked me to use the brush on her bare bottom. Now this was a little unusual for me because although Alex wanted/needed some emotional release she was not the kind of person to be dictated to even though she was semi-naked across a younger person's lap.
I continued her spanking (with the brush) until she said she was satisfied. The hairbrush is rather more 'stingy' than the hand however Alex endured a long session with it.
We met five or so times a year for nearly three years when she rang me one day with the news that she had decided to cease our meetings. She had retired from her job and I guess she had sorted out her priorities.

Accountability

My wife and I went shopping today in downtown Frankston Victoria. We've lived on the peninsula our entire married life and we love it here. The beaches are very good, we're close to the 'holiday' spots of Rye and Portsea and we're within thirty minutes of the winery region with its abundant fine wines and excellent restaurants. The only thing about living in Frankston that we don't like is the number of teens who appear to have no manners or respect for others let alone themselves. This afternoon we watched two girls and a boy (teenagers) sitting outside one of the shops in one of the many arcades. The language on all three was explicit and the boy took great delight in talking of his sexual expolits. The girls giggled at his 'story-telling' and added bits and pieces of (we presume) their own expolits. He was dressed in new board shorts but was wearing no top. The girls were in bikini tops and mini skirts. My wife said that her father would never have let her leave the house in costumes like that and I know that I would never have walked the streets without a shirt on. We had to wait in their vicinity while we were collecting a cake we had ordered for our daughter Jade's 12th birthday. We didn't watch them or stare but it was very easy to hear what theywere saying because of the sheer volume they used. We collected the cake and as we walked away I said to my wife "You know what I would like to give those three for a new year's gift?" She replied that she knew exactly what I meant and she added that if all parents today took a somewhat 'firmer' approach to disciplining their children then society might just have a chance of successful and safe survival. I agreed with her and mentioned that schools (read the 'Education Department') are also to blame. It really is or can be that simple. You can't reason with a child (and by 'child' I mean a person having not reached 18 years of age) if they stubbornly refuse to listen or be guided. You could talk until you are blue in the face but today's teens (the majority we have met or have seen) seem to do what they want, where they want and when they want. They don't appear to have the same values we were raised with and they care only about being popular and getting what they want which may they sound like two admirable traits but when it can come at the expense of the comfort of others then it's time we did something.

Another experience

Following my experience with Sandy my interest in CP was ignited. Its benefits to the recipient were obvious and the feeling of providing a form of assistance coupled with the erotic undertones were irresistable. I say 'undertones' because although I have administered various forms of CP to a number of ladies over the years I have never requested sexual intimacy with any of the recipients. I feel that if I had done so then I would be betraying their genuine need or want to be punished. Prior to marrying I always seemed to have a girlfriend(s) and enjoyed 'close' relationships with them all so sex was never paramount to my interest in CP. I've never considered myself a 'dominant' person/personality but there's no denying that I enjoy administering CP. Simultaneously none of the ladies I have spanked have ever expressed any desire to be 'submissive'. Some have had a need to 'repent' and clear their conscience(s), some have sought assistance in striving to attain personal goals and some have just asked to be spanked with no reason given. Possibly (probably) some of this last group have enjoyed the erotic aspects of the sessions but without discussion of same. I should make it clear that any and all spankings etc administered by this writer were/are always of the consensual variety. Another 'spankee' I knew early in my 'career' was the elder sister of a friend of mine from the Army. I'd been meeting up with him at a hotel every other week and the last few times he brought his sister with him. She was recently divorced and still totally at odds with her ex-husband regarding his visitation of their children and finacial matters. The three of us were enjoying a drink one evening when the subject of CP in schools was raised. I'm in favour of it and I recalled that my experience at a school where CP was administered to the students wasn't a time of fear but of respect. My friend's sister, Carolyn, agreed with me although she had attended a school where CP wasn't used. I climbed on my soapbox and extolled the value of 'accountability' and stated, as I often do, that today's youth would be better served by a sore bottom than by too much indulgance and understanding. Carolyn appeared quite taken with my argument and she stated that there were plenty of adults who would benefit from a sore bottom also. This comment created much laughter from us all and I thought no more about it. Two or three days later I arrived home from work to find a message on my answering machine from Carolyn. It wasn't detailed but she asked me to call her. I assumed it was for the three of us to get together for a few drinks again. I called her back but she asked me to call again when her children were asleep in about an hour's time. I agreed and bided my time and said I would call her back at the agreed hour. My curiosity was aroused but I really had no idea what she wanted to discuss. I telephoned her at the agreed time and we spent at least fifteen minutes chatting about her brother, the hotel we were frequenting and her ex-husband. Then she was silent for a few seconds before she tentatively brought up the subject of CP. I rambled on reiterating my opinions then she asked me if I really believed it be of benefit to adults. I said I believed it could be. She asked me if I thought it could benefit her. I, truthfully, told her it could be of benefit to anyone. She went on to explain that while she didn't feel blame for her marriage breakdown she still felt guilt with regard to the marriage. I asked her if she thought she could benefit from a spanking. She said she was willing to give it a try. I asked her when she wanted it to happen. I didn't ask her if she wanted me to do it I just came to the obvious conclusion. We agreed to meet at her place on the following friday evening when her mother was minding her children. Friday arrived and I somewhat apprehensively drove to Carolyn's home in Melbourne's southern suburbs. She opened the front door immediately I arrived and greeted me in the same manner as when she was joining her brother and I for drinks. She didn't appear nervous or unsure and we were soon enjoying a drink and small talk. The conversation faded and I was about to ask her about our previous conversation when she stood up and asked me if we should get started. I suggested we have another drink first and a chat. I asked her if she had thought about being spanked and she replied that she had done nothing else all week. She made it clear that she wasn't interested in commencing a sexual relationship with me and I explained that spankings weren't necessarily about sex. This appeared to put her more at ease although I noticed her face had become flushed. She asked if I would stop when she asked me to and I said I would but with the reservation that she had to be guided somewhat by the need for the spanking to be thorough. She agreed. I stood up and walked over to the sofa and sat down. I told Carolyn to come over and stand to my right side and I asked her why she felt guilt about her marriage. As she proceeded to explain her reasons to me I guided her across my lap. When she was in position I rested my right hand on her bottom to ensure that she was comfortable with the situation. When she had finished giving me the reasons for her guilty feelings I began to spank. After ten or so spanks to each cheek of her bottom I raised the hem of her skirt up to the small of her back and continued to spank. She released some soft cries but she was remarkably quiet. I told her that we needed the spanking to work so the time had come to spank her on the bare bottom. She nodded. I lowered her pantyhose first and then her knickers. I was grateful when she raised her hips to assist me because I wasn't all that experienced and I didn't want to ask her to help me thereby interrupting the situation. With her bottom bared I spanked her for about three minutes alternating the spanks from one cheek to the other. She asked me if we could take a break. Her bottom was suitably reddened however she was in true control of the situation. She stood allowing her skirt to fall and she arranged her underwear. Frankly I thought that that was the sign that the spanking was over. She walked into the kitchen and brought drinks back into the living room. We talked for a few minutes and I asked her how she was feeling. She siad she was fine but that she thought she needed some more. Harder this time. I was pleased but surprised. Carolyn then came over to me, raised her skirt and lowered pantyhose and panties to her knees before bending across my lap. This time I spanked with greater force and her cries were louder. This spanking continued for a further three minutes or so and I was about to stop when she asked me to do just that.She stood up, adjusted her clothing and rubbed her bottom. I was learning the art and it appeared that she had gotten her required benefit too. Her face was as red as her bottom although she was neither embarassed nor ill-at-ease with me. This was important to me because I enjoyed her friendship. After we had another drink I asked her how she felt and she replied that aside from her sore bottom she felt a sense of relief and release. I coloured a little when she asked me how I felt. After unsuccessfully attempting to steeer the question back to her I admitted that spanking her had given me pleasure not only on seeing her relinquish some of the guilt she attached to herself but also because I enjoyed seeing and spanking her bare bottom. This made her laugh and she appreciated my candour. I spanked Carolyn nearly every month over a three year period. We lost touch when her brother moved to Cairns and she either no longer felt the need to be spanked or possibly she found an alternative to yours truly. As we progressed during this period Carolyn requested that she be spanked with a hairbrush and later a wooden paddle. I hadn't used either of these implements prior to her requests however I became proficient with experience.

Just after I was discharged from the Army I met a girl through a mutual friend. Her name was Sandy. She was an attractive girl and when I met her she was 20 years old. She was popular with all the guys who knew her and had a list of girlfriends a mile long. She was popular but she was mean when she talked about people. Even her closest friends were not immune. She didn't like this girlfriend, or that girlfriend. She didn't shop in that store because she didn't like the staff. She didn't like certain co-workers because they were either over-appreciated or popular with others. She resented her parents because they dared to take an active interest in her well being. I put up with listening to her whine because I thought I was falling in love with her. When she was rude her face would screw up and she didn't seem so attractive.One afternoon we were lunching at her flat. She was talking about a girlfriend of hers and after a few minutes of listening to her ramble I laughed and asked her "But she's your closest friend isn't she?" She replied "Yes but she's so full of herself". When I asked Sandy what she meant she couldn't really give me a definite answer so I threw caution (and any chance of afternoon intimacy) to the wind and asked her "You don't really like anyone, do you?". She denied that my accusation was true but she was open to discussing the matter so I pursued it.I just told her that 'life was too short', 'everyone has merits' ; cliched arguments but 'solid' given her irrational dislike of so many people. Finally in exasperation she blurted out that most often she was jealous of her friends. In fact, she admitted, she was jealous of anyone had appeared to be getting more out of life than she was (materially).I told her that her attitude was immature and childish. She didn't disagree but told me that that was how she was and how she had always been. I said to her that what she needed wasn't cliches but a spanked bottom. Now I must explain I had never harboured a desire to spank Sandy and frankly spanking itself had never really crossed my mind. She loked at me although I had just landed on Earth from a distant planet and then came over to where I sat and laid across my lap. I spanked her. I didn't say anything. I probably should have removed her jeans but I just spanked her until I felt her 'release'. She was sobbing lightly and was apologetic. Not to me but she said she was sorry for being so bitchy to people especially her family and friends. She got up after a while and we chatted some more and I can honestly say that during the time we were together she drastically reduced her whining and seemed happier within herself. I only spanked her on one other occassion and that was at her suggestion. Being male I was, of course, pleased to oblige. We broke-up a few months later howeverI often think back to that period in my life. It reads like a fantasy from an Adult Forum magazine however it certainly shaped my attitude to CP. Sandy is married and now lives in Bendigo (Vic.). but I wonder if she has ever felt the need to release her guilt and if her husband has ever picked up on this need.

An introduction

Over the next few months/years/dacades(?) I will attempt to convey my thoughts concerning the benefits of CP as a release from guilt and as an incentive or punishment for those who wish to make positive changes to their lives but who are thus far not meeting with success.
This journal will be honest and forthright and I hope you enjoy its content.