Came across these anecdotes and it got me thinking. About the types and levels of submission and what the rituals used in spanking say about different relationships. In particular contrast and compare the first two.
On a Dutch forum in reply to a discussion on boyfriends spanking their girlfriends Lise wrote:
We certainly have a wild time. Sometimes the first time I know he is pissed at me is when he just grabs me and throws me down. That is either face down on the bed or more often over his knee. Then he certainly lets me have it.
He is a big guy and this nothing I can do, which is kind of cool.
Over on the Life Forum Mason wrote about her experience some years before as a young woman.
There does seem to be an awful lot of fuss made about corporal punishment these days. But I don’t accept that it was just what we are used to.
When I was 20 I went to stay with a middle aged couple, me and several girls I knew slightly. We were all on a sixth month contract to help launch a new big city store in a small town. The digs with this couple were in a large house on the edge of town, so there was plenty of room and it was all paid for by our company.
The only drawback was the rules – horror of horror, young people having to obey rules. The rules were enforced with a thin stick applied to bottoms of anyone who crossed Mr J. It was neither abusive nor unfair. No smoking in our rooms, no coming in after curfew, you know the kind of thing. It was no biggie in those days.
The only thing for me was that I wasn’t used to being punished and at first I thought it was funny rather than something to take notice of.
During my first week I came home late and completely ignored Mrs J when she picked me up on it. I just pushed past her with a curt apology and went to bed. To make matters worse I lit up as soon as I got to my room and was still smoking when Mr J came to see me.
He certainly told me what was what and then made come back down to his front room.
“Assume the position,” he said getting out his stick from the cupboard.
I knew what he meant and started to giggle. Part nerves and part lack of experience I guess.
“Assume a position on what,” I said cheekily, “I am not really into politics.”
I thought I was the bee’s knees.
He told me to bend over.
I did as I was told and got six or so smarting strokes across my backside for my trouble. It hurt and I jumped about a bit but my prevailing feeling was that it was all a bit silly.
Despite this encounter I struggled to take the situation seriously and had several more run-ins with Mr J. Finally I was called into the front room on Saturday and got a serious telling off from both of them. Then Mr J left and it was Mrs J who got out the stick.
I could have died when she told me to drop my dogtooth ski-pants (I will never forget what I was wearing) and panties. But somehow I found myself doing it.
That was the first time I cried and not just because I was punished harder a longer this time. She really put me in my place. I was told that if I did not buck my ideas up I would get it on the bare from Mr J.
It wasn’t the last time it happened but I took it very seriously after that. And guess what? The sky did not fall in on me. The only one making a fuss was me.
For how many women is the phrase ‘assume the position’ enough to make them submit? Why do others crave a little ‘throw down’ as someone I know says?
To finish us up here is a little fun snippet in the same vein.
Bailey on Geek Chat wrote:
Twenty years ago we most certainly were paddled.
Not only that but if we did not put our tushies out exactly as our sisters told us we got extra whacks. We got so many extras that we took to practicing the position in our rooms, sometimes with a paddle as an added incentive.
What is your position on this? Just a little mid-week thought.
