“Ow! Oh! Daddy! Please Stop?! Ow-ow-ow! Please, daddy?! It hurts! Oww! Please stop spanking me!?”
Sean played the video on The Spanking Tube website over and over. It seemed the poor girl got more than she bargained for when she asked her ‘daddy’ to give her a spanking. It wasn’t clear until the end that she did indeed want it and enjoy it when she sat her tight, little pussy on his gigantic cock, offering her gratitude as she bounced in his lap. As an excerpt of a video he could buy, it was his favorite goto video to finish one of his frequent masturbation sessions.
A freshman in college, there was sex all around him, but none that would fulfill this fantasy. He identified more with the girl in the video, imagining himself over the knee of a woman who wanted to give him a good, hard spanking. However, learning the lingo of the scene, he found he was a ‘switch’ as he’d be more than happy to give some desirous girl’s bare bottom a dose of his hand, but that opportunity hadn’t presented itself either.
As a result, he’d become quite capable of giving himself a sore, red, and sometimes bruised bottom with his hand, hairbrush, and one of the many paddles he’d made for himself in his father’s basement workshop. Anytime he saw an intriguing paddle type or shape in one of the many available videos, he’d make one similar, sometimes improving on the idea.
He also got ideas for improving his self-spanking by looking at that recently discovered category of videos on the channel. He enjoyed the women spanking themselves more than the men, and it was more than the intimate views of their bare, red bottoms and pussies that turned him on. The knowledge that there was someone like him, who loved getting spanked so much, she was not only willing to inflict that pain on herself with all manner of implements but also video it and share it. Those with dialog added a measure of realism as they reacted to the pain or entreated their imaginary spanker to either stop or do it even harder. He fantasized about somehow connecting with one of these women and offering his services in exchange for similar treatment for him.
After watching a particularly salacious video, he’d try the new positions, states of dress, and paddles employed. He’d collected some sexy underwear and even a pair that had a large hole cut out of the back, leaving his bottom bare and ready for punishment. He liked positions that used the soft edges of sofas in various ways for ‘bend over’ type spankings and employed his family’s sofa for that purpose when he was home alone.
He also learned what didn’t work for his self-discipline. One could never seem to get the right angle or enough force to use the various types of whipping implements, like floggers, belts, and straps. While the others didn’t appeal to him as much, the strap was something he yearned to feel, but only with someone who knew to follow through on a stroke, not just use it like another type of paddle. Some even tried lengths of electrical wire, rope bunched up like a flogger, or even cane-like implements, none of which appealed to him.
Not that it mattered as he couldn’t afford to buy such implements, having checked their prices online. What he’d really like to try, but were even more expensive, were spanking machines. The appeal was understandable as it took some of the ‘self’ out of self-spanking. Similar to jerking off, spanking oneself lacked the spontaneity, mystery, and loss of control that a partner provided. At least with a machine, it wasn’t by your own hand, and one could better picture another’s hand delivering that delicious pain. As they were either elaborate homemade devices or factory-made, he had neither the ability nor money to build or get one, which made having one a desire as unobtainable as a live partner.
When considering such life problems, he had to remind himself how fortunate he was to be going to college at all. His family did just a little better than ‘getting by’ as his father worked a dead-end job he didn’t like so his wife could be a stay-at-home mom while the kids were still in grade school. As another sacrifice for their kids, they’d set up prepaid college accounts so at least their tuition would be covered, and they could attend a local state school without the crushing debt of college loans when they graduated. Now that their mom could take a job, finances eased up a bit, and they could afford a few luxuries that were out of the question before.
Still, they remained in their small two-bedroom, one-bath home in a safe but modest neighborhood. When he was old enough to need his own room, his father built a bedroom in the basement for him that gave his sister the privacy she needed. He enjoyed the solitude of such a separate room, and the woodshop outside his door was an added benefit.
Sean and Kylie were close, not only in age but as loving brother and sister to each other. They’d lived the same life with the same limitations but also the same love and dedication of their parents. They were grateful for what all had given up in order to send them to college, Kylie as a journalism major, and Sean toward some form of engineering in the I.T. world. While they were almost three years apart, Kylie’s birthday fell just after the cutoff to begin school, leaving her nearly a year behind her friends and only two years ahead of Sean.
Sean adjusted to college life well, appreciating the flexibility in schedule and timing to handle his coursework. With his mother at work and Kylie’s different class schedule, he found himself frequently home alone, which afforded him the time and privacy to engage in his masturbatory fantasies throughout the house, as well as working in the shop on whatever paddle had recently piqued his interest.
His latest idea came to him when he saw a cruder form of spanking machine, and while it was still a machine, it gave him an idea to make something of his own. While he didn’t have the parts or knowledge to build a pneumatic-driven machine like he’d seen, the string one pulled to engage the machine was the basis for his idea.
It needed to be simple to set up, tear down, and stow secretly away, so he designed it to attach to his bed. Through a series of trial and error attempts, he got it to work. He made a lighter and longer paddle attached to an upright with a hinge, allowing it to swing forward and back. The upright was held in position by clamping it to his bed and pushing it back against the wall. A length of clothesline, attached to the paddle and threaded through a pair of pulleys, one clamped to his headboard, provided the pulling action to deliver a swat while a long spring pulled it back, ready for the next.
It was still his hand initiating each spank, but the disconnect of his hand not actually holding the paddle was enough to make it feel like someone else was spanking him. It was a bit noisy, mainly due to the lightweight paddle’s loud crack when it struck his bottom, but also from the other moving parts. He worked on it further to reduce the noise but couldn’t do anything about the actual noise of the spank, and he didn’t want to, as the sound of a paddle’s swat added to the flavor of the spanking.
He liked it enough to use it often when alone in the house. His favorite Spanking Tube videos provided the arousal, and he’d climb on the bed with his pants already pulled down, yanking the rope good and hard. He’d take a couple of dozen swats before pulling his underwear down for the bare-bottom experience. Sometimes, he’d start with a bare bottom, hand spanking, and use the machine as an escalation.
One night, he stayed up much later than usual. Having no classes the next day, he checked out the latest female self-spanking videos on his favorite website. Two new postings of the cutest, petite girls with perfectly round bottoms beating them into submission were more arousing than usual. One used just her hand and cried out repeatedly to her ‘baby’ not to spank her so hard or that her ‘hiney’ really hurt. The other started with a hairbrush and progressed through several styles of paddles, finishing with a brutal bath brush. Both lasted well over five minutes with a near-steady stream of hundreds of painful spanks, leaving cheeks and upper thighs bright red and bruised in the case of the paddled girl.
He watched both several times and was left with an unbearable need. He pulled his pajama pants down, draped himself over his desk chair, and smacked his bottom with a hairbrush. Not satisfying his desire, he wondered if he could get away with using his machine. Everyone was surely asleep by now, and he couldn’t imagine the distant sound would be enough to wake someone up, so he set it up, promising to give himself just twenty good swats.
He wasn’t even a dozen into his punishment sentence when his mother walked in on him, seeing him deliver two swats before she made her presence known.
“Sean!? What are you doing?!” she cried, shocked into silence and saying nothing more.
“Nothing!” he replied as he got up, pulled his pants up, and sat in his desk chair with his back to her, clearly not about to try and explain his behavior.
She knew she’d get nothing more from him now, so she turned around and left the room, profoundly confused about her son’s behavior. Many thoughts flashed through her mind, but none gave her any idea what to do about it. She went to bed hoping a good night’s sleep would provide fresh ideas, but sleep eluded her all night.
Sean remained sitting in his chair, also confounded about what to do. He guessed correctly that his activity hadn’t woken her up but that she had already been awake. Looking at his computer screen, the video was frozen near its end, with the bathbrush flattening her luscious cheek. Glad his mother hadn’t seen it and feeling robbed of his satisfaction, he figured he couldn’t do any more damage and climbed on the bed for just a few more swats.
What he didn’t know was that Kylie had also been awake and heard the unmistakable sound of spanking even when he’d been using the hairbrush. Her bedroom was directly over his, allowing the sounds to be more clearly transmitted. She heard her mother walk past her room and go downstairs, wincing when she imagined what that showdown would be like. Very little had been said, but she heard it nonetheless.
She waited until her mother passed her room again and tiptoed down the stairs herself, hoping to offer consolation to her brother. At the bottom of the stairs, she turned to head toward his room but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him through the open door. She watched with fascination as he climbed on the bed with a bare bottom and pulled on the rope to give himself the remaining swats he’d felt entitled to. A little shocked but mostly intrigued, she returned to her bedroom, trying to decide what to do with this knowledge.
The only person who got any sleep that night was Sean’s father, who left for work unaware of the brewing controversy. Sean waited to go upstairs until his mother would have left for work, but she had called in late to be there when he woke. Startled to see her in the kitchen, he tried to walk past without comment.
“Sean, what were you doing? Were you punishing yourself for something?” she asked, the only conclusion she could come to; the idea of spanking being something pleasurable was an utterly foreign concept.
“I don’t want to talk about it!” he said, heading for the bathroom for a shower.
When he heard his mother’s car leave the garage, he put off the shower and returned to his room to get what he hadn’t gotten last night. Alone in the house, he wouldn’t limit himself to any number of swats. He set up the machine and watched his new favorite naughty girls again before mounting the bed and paddling himself longer and harder than ever before. He liked the minor bruises he saw in the mirror when he was finished. Returning to the bathroom, he planned to spank himself again while also stroking his dick until he shot his load.
As he dried off and dressed, he thought of his mother’s question and wondered whether he was, in fact, punishing himself this morning. He had a quick breakfast before burying himself in schoolwork to get his mind off it. He was sitting in the living room, reading the assigned chapters for his world history class, when he heard a car in the driveway. He could tell from the sound that it was Kylie’s car, not his mother’s, and continued reading.
“Hello, Sean!” she called out, coming in through the front door.
He responded in kind and heard her in the kitchen pouring herself a drink. She entered the living room to sit beside him on the sofa. He continued reading until reaching a suitable point for a break and turned to look at his cute sister.
“We’ve always been very close, Sean. Told each other everything and never kept secrets, haven’t we?” she paused and could see his guard go up. “I know what happened last night,” she said with a sympathetic tone.
“What? Did she tell you?” he replied with a sneer in his voice for his mother.
“No. I heard it, too. Even before you started using your – machine,” she finished after a pause, unsure what to call his contraption.
“And now you’re trying to find out why, too?” he said, even more embarrassed than he was with his mother.
“No. I know why,” she replied, placing a hand on his knee. “I like it, too, Sean, and I want to try your machine,” she said, smiling slightly through a bitten lower lip.
“What!?” he asked, not believing the even stranger turn this story was taking.
“I – like spankings; getting spanked,” she said with her head down and some awkwardness of her own. Getting no response, she continued. “I don’t know why, but it seems like I’ve always liked them, been intrigued by them.”
“Really? Me too!” he admitted, beginning to let down his defense.
“Yes. It gets me really, you know, hot. Have you ever been spanked?”
“Not by someone else,” he said with chagrin.
“I was. Once. I convinced a boyfriend to do it.”
“How did you do that?”
“I was really desperate, Sean! I’d just seen this video, and …”
“Spanking Tube?” he asked excitedly, happy he’d found a kindred spirit.
“Yes! I love the Spanking Tube! I’d just seen this hot video on my laptop of a girl who looked kinda like me getting spanked with a hairbrush. He wasn’t really my boyfriend yet, but when he sat next to me on campus right after that video, I shocked him when I asked if he’d like to finger my pussy.”
Having never had such a conversation with his sister, he was immediately flustered at her so casually talking about herself that way. Truth was, he had nothing but love for his sister as a sibling and a close friend, but he also had a bit of a crush on her.
“I told him he could finger me if he gave me a spanking first. So we went to his car; he had one of those huge SUVs, and we climbed in the back seat. He didn’t know what to do, so I laid myself across his lap and told him to lift my skirt and smack my bottom. He did the skirt but hesitated until I convinced him I really wanted it. He lifted his hand and spanked me hard. He stopped when he saw my shocked reaction, but I told him to continue,” she said and paused to gauge Sean’s reaction.
“He did it, like, ten times, and then I told him to pull my panties down!” Seeing another stunned look on his face, she defended herself. “I had to, Sean! I had to feel it on my bare bottom! I lifted my hips, and he pulled them down and started rubbing and squeezing my bare cheeks. Even with just a little sting, it felt so good! He looked at me with his hand raised as if questioning if he should continue, and I told him, ‘Yes! Spank me!’ He did, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. He didn’t spank as hard and only gave me another ten or twelve before he stopped and said it was too weird for him.”
“So, did you let him, you know …” Sean asked, wondering how much she’d tell him.
“Yes, I did. I sat up, pulled my panties off, and spread my legs. He got on the floor and looked at me again for permission before putting his hand right on my pussy. He didn’t know what to do, so I slid out to the edge of the seat, took his hand, and guided him. It must have been his first time since he had this look of wonder when I pushed his middle finger inside. He sort of finger-fucked me for a while, but I didn’t even come close to an orgasm. I pulled his hand out, pulled my panties back up, and left.”
“Wow! So why was it just once?”
“I saw him on campus the next day, and when I called out to him, he turned, gave me a demeaning look, and walked away. I guessed he couldn’t understand how I could be so turned on by a spanking but not by his fingers in my…
