Tuesday, 17 December 2013

And let that be a lesson to you, my girl

I said yesterday that I was going to give myself a good hiding, and I did. The instant after posting on my blog I left my writing desk and went to the bedroom, fished my wooden ruler out from under the bed (we keep most of our hitty things there), went to the foot of the bed, yanked my knickers down to my ankles, hitched my dress up, and bent over.

Most times when spanking myself I imagine a scene – usually a school one – complete with an imaginary disciplinarian who is thoroughly appalled by my conduct and thrillingly/chillingly determined to teach me a painful lesson. I imagine him or her saying scolding words, and I feel his/her strict gaze upon me. But last night it was just me, in my bedroom, giving myself something I really needed. It was rather like the spanking I gave myself as a teen on a cross-country run, I guess, albeit more private and less chilly.

And I did need it, believe me. I haven’t been spanked for weeks and I would describe the feeling that I have had during that time as a type of desperation. Thoughts of spanking have come to me, all the time: at home, at work, in town, everywhere. And the yearning feeling that courses through me, part emotional, part physical, the feeling that tingles between my legs... it’s hard to describe, but it’s VERY real and VERY powerful. I’m sure many of you know the feeling I mean.

So I did what I had to do. Once suitably in position, I flashed that ruler down upon my cheeks just as hard as I could. Oh. OH. The wonderful slapping sound of wood upon skin... the delicious, much-needed sting (so intense when I gave myself a few spitefully hard swats in a row to the exact same spot)...

Bliss.

I didn’t have a particular number in mind before I started, and I simply walloped myself until it felt right to stop. Until the itch that had been driving me crazy had been scratched.

And when that happy point was reached, Penny’s naughty little bottom was very red and very sore, and she slept soundly and contentedly that night.

The end ;)

13 comments:

  1. Wish I could have helped :-D

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    1. Aw. Thank you, Daddy :)

      I'm sure I would have been all the sorrier had you been here to lend a firm hand...

      Mmm... :)

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    2. Yes you would have lil lady and some time with your nose in the corner bare bottomed to think about it as well. ;-)

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  2. Sounds like you were perfectly strict with Penny's naughty little bottom. I also reread your shameful cross-country run episode. You are a truly special young lady. Love you!! <3

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  3. You said your bottom was red and sore, but was it also hot, darling? I love the term 'hitty things' too. What else other than the ruler do you have under the bed? A curious mind wants to know.

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    1. Yes, Aunty, it was hot as well. All hot and prickly and uncomfortable. I felt very sorry for myself as I sat down upon it afterwards. And I wanted very much to touch myself in naughty places.

      Other things stashed under the bed... a wooden spatula, wooden spoon, riding crop, and a cane. I hope I get to feel each of them over the holidays. (Please, Santa - I've been good!)

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  4. Very hot story, Penny1 Shall I appear dressed as Sabta with an ols style cane.Get into uniform ready..)

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  5. Given that the selfie is so central to life these days I suppose it's time for the self spanking to come out of the closet too. I so identify with your frustration and know what it's like to have to take matters into one's own hands...
    It's never really enough though, is it? I always feel a bit more desperate for the real experience after I've taken the self spank option. I do hope that you get what you need for Xmas.

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  6. Ms Penelope,

    I have been sent to you for wetting myself when I go out, I can't help it I just a naughty stupid boy. I have been advised to take a spare pair of underpants (white Y fronts) everywhere I go. If i wet myself I have to find a lady who will take my wet trousers and underpants off and clean me with wet wipes and put my clean underpants on. I have been instructed not to put my trousers back on and to carry on with whatever I was doing when I had my little accident. Each wetting episode = 1 week without trousers!

    I would appreciate your reply and further instructions.

    Naughty pants wetter

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  7. Well, this was very hot indeed - but it's such a shame to have to take the DIY approach when there are laps going empty in the world!

    May both of your menfolk step up to the mark soon, Penny and OFG. Have you tried threatening separation on grounds of mental torture?

    I loved OFG's adoption of the 'selfie' term, by the way - made me chuckle :).

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  8. Even Bruce Forsyth was talking selfie on Strictly Come Dancing last night - photos that is!

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  9. You really are naughty. I'd love to give you a good & proper spanking! Your stories are wonderful, dear...you have a fan in me~~blush!~~x,adam.

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