Are there any words in the English language that can get a spankos heart racing more than the phrase “A Bare Naked Over-the-Knee Public Spanking?”

But that is exactly what I received during my last adventure, Punished by Mistress Violet. If you have not read it yet, you simply must.

There was a lot of playfulness, a lot of sexiness, a lot of role-playing, a lot of communications, and a lot of mutual consent. But bubbling underneath the surface, powering all of that, was a legitimate punishment spanking.

I never really fully understood this dynamic before. Oh, I could have explained it to you before, and used it effectively, but I didn’t really understand it before. Now I think I do more so.

In my blog, I have written about many people over the years, dozens in fact, with my husband and my sister included among that number, who are unaware that I am doing so. I do feel guilt over this. Practically speaking, I cannot retain my anonymity and have that many people running around with my secret, and I would mostly never have gotten permission had I asked, so it’s not that I won’t keep doing it, or would do anything different, but I still feel guilty.

Why guilt? Well, it is a from of lying by omission. More than that, I am putting these others at risk of discovery. If I am ever identified to somebody who knows me, then the identities of all these others are automatically unmasked as well, a risk they are blithely unaware of and did not sign up for. And finally, it is a form of plagiarism. These others contribute to the scene in wonderful ways, and I am taking all of their energy and throwing it into my blog without any permission or acknowledgement.

So, I was called on this the other day by Mistress Violet. To quote her, “I find myself surprised, delighted, irritated, amused, taken aback – a mix of emotions that will work themselves out over time into something more clear. In order to sort through some of my feelings about appearing on the blog without any kind of recognition, I am requesting another meeting. I have an idea of what I would like to do – this time to “Julie” as well as david…“

I think Violet was writing those words very honestly, not playing a game (ok, she was also playing a game, clearly, but still meant what she wrote). Yes, she was “delighted and amused“, and those were true emotions; but she was also “surprised, irritated, taken aback […] about appearing on the blog without any kind of recognition“. This is a woman who makes her living doing these sorts of things. She is a professional who takes it seriously. If she’s going to have herself put out there, there should be some return, even if only promotional (something I have since addressed).

So on the one hand we have Violet, an “irritated” woman experienced in punishing, and on the other we have me, a “guilty” woman who feels she deserves to be punished.

Now we just don’t go out and do that only. There are the other emotions as well, fun and kinky ones, and so we jointly engineered a scene that kept it professional for Violet, and made it sexy and fun for all three of us, and that (I hope) enhanced Violet’s professional appeal to potential clients, and corrected the lack of recognition and promotional aspects (that latter was by my insistence, by the way).

But at the core of this entire scene, providing it energy like a hot iron fist inside a velvet glove, lay a fully justified irritated woman and a guilty penitent woman. No amount of “sexy” on top of that changes this core energy.

When we discussed the scene beforehand, we did not discuss any details of my spanking. Violet confirmed with me that it was part of the scene, but that was really it as to details. We spent much more time discussing how david was to be involved, the sequencing of events, and my comfort level with the more sexual aspects of the scene.

If you’ll recall, after the spanking competition there was the shower scene. In the shower scene I was shackled to the ceiling and deliciously soaped up and washed all over by Violet and david. That was a sensuous delight, but did also serve to get me out of a dommy mode and into a submissive one. After the cleaning I was mostly dried by Violet, and then, very suddenly, she grabbed my lower arm in her hand and dragged me out of the bathroom, saying “Come with me, I want you a bit damp…”

So that was a surprise. It was all of a sudden, “oh, I guess I’m getting spanked now”. I knew it was coming and when it was coming, but I was basking in sensual delights and then all of a sudden, it got real.

As she pulled me I sort of stumbled behind her. She was focused and determined and strong. Plus, it’s one thing being naked and damp inside a bathroom, it’s another to be dragged out of the bathroom into the living room, bare naked, pulled effortlessly by a fully clothed person.

I wonder how many boys and girls of lore have experienced something like this from an angry parent? The misbehaving child pulled buck naked from the bathroom by a justifiably irritated parent, brought to the living room to be tossed across the knee and spanked while the onlookers “tsk tsk” at the child’s misbehaviour and what it has earned them? Can you imagine the embarrassment of the young adolescent at such treatment? A boy’s bare backside, flopping penis and lightly haired pubis all on display. Or a young lady’s newly curvaceous bare bottom, developing bare breasts, and downy private parts all on show? Siblings, aunts and uncles looking on. Perhaps the local fire chief or policeman as well. I can imagine it. I was feeling it!

I know it’s silly. We were only the three of us in a very private setting. david was naked. I was already naked from the showering. We were there for a sexy time. Why should I feel at all embarrassed by my nudity in this situation? But I was embarrassed.

I was embarrassed to be wet and naked and pulled abruptly out of the bathroom towards the living room. I was embarrassed that I was being so completely controlled seemingly without a will of my own. I was embarrassed that Violet felt so much stronger than I, and that I felt I could not physically resist even had I wanted to. I was embarrassed to be pulled towards the spanking chair like a naughty child. I was embarrassed that I was about to be spanked however Violet pleased and that the time for discussion and negotiation was long past.

Yes, I had a safeword. We had discussed it. But I could not use my safeword, it was not an option. If I felt I was in danger of injury I would have, but I wasn’t in any such danger at all. I was in danger of a very soundly spanked backside! I knew I had earned whatever punishment Violet chose to dole out. I knew I deserved it. There would be no safewording for me.

In the scene, david was to believe that I was being spanked for dissing Mistress Violet during the spanking competition. He didn’t believe that at all, of course, but went along with the role play. He thought I was just out for “an experience” such as I had had with Tracy. With Tracy there was much less the element of me “deserving” a spanking, and she was so much more tentative than Violet. So it was more just the physical experience of me absorbing a hard spanking.

Little did he know there was an undertone this time of real discipline. I know I felt it myself. I can’t speak for Violet, but at times I sensed it strongly from her as well, or maybe that was me projecting? If so, her actions were certainly completely indistinguishable from “the real thing”.

I remember thinking, as I was being dragged towards the chair, “this is ridiculous, I’m a grown woman and I’m about to get a spanking!”

There’s this awkwardness as she sits and I am pulled across her knee. Not from her! From me. I resisted her pull a bit worried that I might fall down, or crush her as I land on her lap, or not fit on her lap. That was all me. She just sat gracefully and pulled me relentlessly over her knee with her strong arm despite any resistance. I did not fall off, crush her, or not fit over her lap. I fit and dangled there as would a child across her mother’s lap! Violet steadied me with her hand on my ass. I got my toes and hands planted down on the carpet. I was conscious of not wanting to look like a dork. I wanted to appear sexy to Violet even as this was going on. So I got on my tiptoes, arched my back, and stuck out my bottom, like a good little submissive should (why????? that’s not me!)

Violet told david to get his phone and take pictures. That is why this scene is captured above. A blog commenter, my very loyal fan mike, suggested photos and that I be “made to” post them. I responded with a teasing note that did not object to it, even encouraged it, and then Violet responded with “I’m taking notes :)“

Violet had indeed “taken notes”, and david was told to take pictures. So I knew at that point that not only would david witness my spanking, but that all my blog readers would be witnessing it as well. I am happy that you guys get to see it, but embarrassed by it as well, if that makes any sense at all? I’m especially embarrassed that mike gets to see it, given that it was his suggestion! :-)

So that’s the sense that it was “public”. My husband saw me being spanked, so that was public to a degree. But I was also acutely aware of the photo taking and how I would need to post them up here afterwards for you all to see. So that is the other sense it was “public”. I look now at the photo above. At my tightly clenched legs and my bare bottom uppermost. Draped across Violet’s knees. Her hand getting ready to spank me. You all seeing that! OMG! BLUSH!!! A naughty misbehaving completely naked little girl about to receive her spanking. BLUSH!

Violet started with some stingy hand spanks. Nothing too bad. She alternated that with some kneading, stroking, and groping. She quickly had my cheeks and my pussy spread open and was inspecting both closely as my husband looked on (with no doubt a silly grin on his face!). Thank GAWD he didn’t take pictures of that or I would have had to post them!!!! Maybe because she had noticed my husband’s unshaven bumhole she was looking for the same on my pussy? Or maybe she expects all her female submissives to present themselves across her knee thoroughly waxed, as if I was one of them??? As it was, my bottom hole and every last fold of my pussy passed her close inspection, even eliciting an embarrassing comment out of her regarding how well I had done, as if she was praising a child for wiping herself properly!

She then made david get between my knees and hold my legs up. She again spread my asshole, but this time so widely that it hurt. She told david to get in there and start licking it. I remember jumping as his cold wet tongue first came into contact with my widely spread bumhole. She made him be extremely thorough, and had an absolute close up view of every last lick and tongue fuck!!! She held my asshole spread painfully wide apart the whole time. She even dug her fingers into the skin right around my anus to pull the hole wide open for him to better penetrate it. This was pretty humiliating for me. It’s kind of a private bedroom thing, and for it to be so open and out there like that? Crazy. It is not something I would want friends and colleagues in real life to know about me. Imagine the guys at work sniggering at me if they knew I make my husband rim me with regularity???

Ok, so that was all pretty embarrassing “fun and games”, but then the paddle came out.

This is where my spanking, all of a sudden, “got real”.

Violet is super nice, playful, sensuous, sensitive, and all that. So you don’t expect it when it happens. But when she spanks, she spanks!

It was at this point where I sensed that she let herself go a little. Perhaps channeling some of that emotion around the blog? Certainly not giving in to it. She was exquisitely controlled at all times. But perhaps “channeling” is a fair word. I grudgingly admire how unrelenting she was. She knew what she wanted to dish out, and knew what I would be taking, and delivered it. It was not a short token paddling. It was a punishment paddling delivered by a strong, confident woman. She knew exactly how to build it up. It was never more than I could take, but by the same token it built up and felt like a real punishment paddling. It had me squirming on her lap and kicking my feet and crying out for sure.

Beyond the fact of “a spanking”, we had not discussed any of this at all. Not the position, not the implement, not the number of strokes, not the intensity, not how long I would be across her lap, and not how rosy red she would be making my bottom.

Her she is showing off my bottom to the camera immediately after my paddling. She seems proud of the degree of redness she inflicted on me! Notice also how she gets to remain modestly clothed, while I am naked as a jaybird? Her breasts are allowed to stay covered, mine are dangling for everybody to see! Do you see also the strength in her arms and hands? I felt it in spades! Even at this point she was not done spanking me yet. I thought it was over. She did not. She started back in with very hard slaps from her hand on my already tenderized butt.

And here is where I ponder, what’s the difference between what I got, and a “real punishment spanking”?

Most a those old-fashioned apocryphal 1950’s naughty teenage girls who are spanked by their Mommas or Daddies probably got less than what I got. Unlike them, they were probably not spanked fully nude in the living room in public! Pussy and breasts on display while her bottom was thoroughly warmed. Kicking, crying, and apologizing as I was doing. And having to post photos on the internet afterwards of her embarrassing spanking! And then to be taunted and teased about “what a good little girl” I was, and how I “took my spanking so well”. Plus comments about my “hard nipples” (hey, I was still a bit damp and that part of me was cold!)

So I think we can all agree that I got more of a spanking than a typical 1950’s spanked teenage girl would have received for most offenses. So in what way is my spanking different than hers? None!

I was guilty and I new I deserved every lick. I knew Violet was justified in dishing it out. I fully accepted her authority over me as a 1950’s teenage girl would her parents’. And I got just as bad a licking as she would, plus more, plus more embarrassment (embarrassment was no doubt a part of her experience as well).

But here’s my point. Spanking is fun and games and sexy and all that. But what makes it tummy-churning is the underlying energy of a real, well-deserved punishment. Role play tries to emulate that, but being spanked for real regretted misdeeds takes it a step further.

I have communicated with several bloggers, such as mr. lion from Male Chastity Journal, who are most interested in the activity if the spanking is delivered as punishment for real misdeeds. I get it now more than I did. There is such a heady mixture of real shame and repentance mixed in, that it makes role play paler by comparison.

I am going to be looking for more opportunities to punish my husband for real misdeeds. Maybe set out a few more rules for him to follow, with consequences if he does not. And then make the punishments more realistic, more maternal in nature, without any sexy play afterwards. I want to see how that goes.

After the spanking came sex. During the sex, I was not in charge. Not at all. I needed to lick and suck on what I was told to, I needed to give head like I was told to, I needed to orgasm as I was told to, I needed to present my pussy, both doggy style and missionary style, for a really long hard intense rogering by Mistress that left my pussy sore and feeling very well used afterwards. I think there was a point there as well that she made. “I am the Pro here, we can co-top your david, but if there’s any question about who’s top girl, the question is now answered.” yup.
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A Bare Naked Over-the-Knee Public Spanking