Me: A Naughty One

I am an ordinary spanko girl, a wanna be rock star. A girl who plows through life at breakneck speeds armed only with her cape, a girl who never cries when she falls down.

Once quoted: "Now that's enough to make any spanko swoon!"

Him: The Professor

He is a high socked, strict, very swoony and academically inclined, adult male authority figure with a passion for administering hard but caring spankings to bright, creative, and impulsive naughty girls that need to learn discipline.

Once quoted: "I determine fair, Young Lady"

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    Professor, what kind of masochist am I?

    Little One,

    After some brief thought, "Approval Masochist" is the best I have come up with. You seek approval from me like another masochist seeks pain ("Pain Masochist", or another seeks humilation ("Humiliation Masochist"). The categories are not exclusive. That is some S&M types tend to be "Pain and Humilation". You are "Approval and Pain".

    - Your Professor

    Thursday, January 19, 2006

    You Are Spanked When You Are Bad

    It was a dark and stormy afternoon as I made the trip down to meet Professor...the strong winds and torrential rains echoed my own turbulent emotional state. I was agitated and afraid...my stomach queasy... and I spent the hour long drive fighting back tears, hastily wiping them away with the cuff of my sleeve.

    Okay, I have to stop here for a moment because really, just how often does a writer get to use the phrase "it was a dark and stormy afternoon" and mean it in the literal sense?

    This is one of the most ridiculed openings in literature, but in this case it works! I mean, talk about setting the mood for a punishment spanking...and not only that, but the weather clearly reflected my emotional state.

    So yeah, it actually was a dark and stormy afternoon...a perfect setting for a punishment spanking...

    By the time I got to the hotel, I had pulled myself together, and when I knocked on the door to Room 224, the only remnants of my panicked drive were the metallic taste in the back of my mouth and the oversized lump in my throat... the latter of which I had embraced as a permanent addition to my anatomy days ago.

    The door swung open and there he was, his tall form filling the door frame and my stomach threatened to empty itself on the carpet. I stepped inside and shut the door, letting my back pack slide slowly down my slumped shoulders before I set it on the bed and backed up against the wall.

    He looked resolved... grim... determined and I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself and pulled my shoulders forward. I don't want to do this today... I want to go home...I hate it when you have to look at me like that. "Stand up straight," he scolded. Is that disappointment on his face? Disappointment mixed with irritation? I swallowed several times and tried to ignore my growing panic. I am scared, Professor. Scared!

    "Go get changed." "Yes Sir." I picked up my pack and headed for the bathroom. "Oh, and I brought the bath brush... its here in my jacket pocket. Go get changed, and when you come out I am going to spank you hard with it." Bath brush?!?! "You deserve the spanking you are going to get and I want you to think about that."

    That's not how it was supposed to go..we were going to use that in fun for my first actual spanking with it .
    .. I felt light headed. Don't you remember, Professor?

    "This is serious."

    "I know."

    "As serious as it gets."

    "I know."

    He didn't have to lecture very much. I knew... we both knew that what I had done was wrong. Stupid and very wrong. His jacket hung on a tan plastic hanger in the pressed-wood room cubby and I watched rivulets of rain water slide down one sleeve and puddle on the carpet below before I headed into the bathroom.

    You are spanked when you are bad, Naughty One...

    He wouldn't have to spank me to teach me a lesson like he has done in the past. There were no new higher rules to learn... no need to spank the reasons for why what I had done was wrong into my bottom. I knew it was wrong, and why... so that just left...punishment.

    You are spanked when you are bad...

    I am scared Professor!

    I came out in my skirt and clung to the wall. He spoke quietly and firmly, his eyes narrow. "Stand up straight, Young Lady! Look at me when I talk to you." I struggled to keep my body from shaking. It was if I couldn't stand on my own two feet and I needed the wall... for support... to hide... to wish myself away. Why can't you see that? I am so ashamed... scared...I need to hide. The wind made the window panes rattle...Will there ever come a time when you are unable to forgive me?

    "Put your nose in the corner."

    I was in the corner and the hotel cleaning staff was in the hall. I could hear their voices as they opened the door to the room next to us. "As soon as they are finished I am going to give you a spanking you will never forget." I know. His voice was in my ear and I pulled my arms up over my head, pressing my face closer to the wall. "Pull your panties down to your knees."

    You are spanked when you are bad...

    I closed my eyes and saw nothing but the image of the bath brush in the darkness as I slide my panties over my hips. I focused on the sound of the rain against the window. God...its raining so hard...I'm scared... The voices in the hall seemed to move away. Don't go! The rain seemed to fall harder against the glass. There was laughing in the hallway.

    "Come here." No...please....I am scared!

    I moved across the room to where he was sitting...my legs were someone else's legs...the bath brush was cradled in his hand. The carpet felt uneven under my feet and my ears were ringing. I can't hear the rain anymore...

    "Over my knee." I am so scared! I looked into his eyes pleadingly, and then I saw it... the tiniest of hints... his eyes softened... just a brief moment... but I saw it. It will be okay. I saw it... and then I was going over his lap and wiping at my eyes, all at the same time... the cheesy calico print of the bedspread reached up to meet me... my face against the bed, my arms folded under my chin... his knees hard against my torso... my bottom bared his hand on the small of my back...and then there I was, ready to be punished... soon to be punished. I am scared...


    Time stopped and I forgot to breathe. I listened to the rain pound on the window.


    He began lecturing, but I couldn't hear him.


    I couldn't hear anything... not even the rain because the sound of my ragged breathing drowned everything else out. He brought the bath brush down again and again, covering my entire bottom with a pain that is difficult to describe.

    It was mere minutes before I was writhing and wimpering... struggling violently to get away from the awful burn. His voice was insistent through gritted teeth, as he spread his legs apart, forcing my feet up off the floor until I was lying completely prone over his lap and unable to wiggle away.


    My bottom burned from the moment the spanking began and my eyes stung with tears from his lecture.
    Back in the corner, I sobbed quietly, swiping at my tears before they were able to spill over on to my cheeks, before being called out again for another round with that bath brush.

    It was a hard spanking and when he finally stopped, he asked if I thought I had been punished enough.

    Punished enough?

    His question surprised me and I didn't know how to answer. Punished enough? "I, er..." You could have hung me on the wall with thumb screws and whipped me with a cat o nine tails and I don't think it would be enough. "I...I..." He watched my face carefully. "It's okay, I want the truth." I watched the rain. "I...I...No." No? What is wrong with you? Your burning bottom is not enough? He nodded slowly.

    "Come here."

    Nooo....I changed my mind... can I change my mind? I was back over his knee and a new volley of spanks began... softer this time. I buried my face in the crook of my arm and closed my eyes. I am sorry...so sorry...can you forgive me? He continued to spank me with the bath brush. "I am sorry," I said simply... quietly. "I know," he said, now covering my burning bottom with light smacks...softer smacks... the smacks of a Disciplinarian who thought I had been punished enough. "I believe you."

    He continued to spank for a few minutes longer, but for me, at that moment, it was done. It was then that I felt forgiven. It was then I could forgive myself. It was then I felt normal again.

    Me: Professor? Someone asked me...someone asked if....well, I know right now I am nowhere near it, but do you think some day, .when I grow up...when I grow into myself...I will get to the point where I won't need to be punished anymore?

    Him: Someday, you will.

    Me: ~Slightly confused, that vague sense of dread growing again... B,B,B,But....wha?

    Him: ~Stopping my stutter with a gentle look... Naughty One, your need for punishment was part of you when I met you, and it is part of you now, so we fulfill that need like we fulfill your others. It is all part of your puzzle. Will there come a time when you won't have that need? I hope so... I think so. Already your behaviour has improved... you are punished less.

    Me: ~Shifting in my seat slightly, letting his words wash over me... Will I miss it?

    Him: At the moment, you have a need for punishment and if that aspect of our relationship were taken away, you would miss it. But you are growing, Naughty One...changing... and your needs, what you need from the kink, from me, will change with you. And that's a good thing.

    Me: But I am not there yet, am I?

    Him: ~Laughing... No, Naughty One, you aren't.

    Me: I am glad you are in my life, Professor...

    Me: Hey look! It stopped raining!


    Postscript: An excerpt of an email from Professor to a certain Naughtyopath:

    Hello Naughty One,

    How is the morning after? You didn't bruise, but I
    imagine there must be some soreness. Is there?

    It was a good meeting. It made things more "normal".
    Amazing how a punishment can do that. That person
    asked you if you would miss them once you "grew up" -
    I wonder if I will also? I assume that I will
    change as well.

    I am glad that you are in my life too.

    Be good.

    - Your Disciplinarian