Spanking Tips For My Mother

[bobbilicious]

So I'm visiting my mother at the moment. She insists on diapering me 24/7 whilst I'm here. I'm also regularly punished for being naughty. She's away for the night and has told me to think of new punishment. If I don't then she'll spank me infront of my sister. So need to think of new ones that'll please her. So far I'm spanked with a belt, hand, brush etc. Left in the same diaper for a day. Given suppositories and changed infront of my grandmother. Please help as I want to make her happy and be a good baby girl

[bobarka]

Of course you do random old creepy man.

http://www.facebook.com/loz.bob.bobbypants

[bobbilicious]

old creepy man? That's my dad, as it's fathers day on Sunday he's my profile picture

[bobbilicious]

And to 'bobarka'. I'd be more unsure about talking to you, is my profile private? No. And to everyone else checking it out, I'm close to my father. Anyway can anyone help with the question please?

[Baby Stevie]

i've alwayd thought that public diapering and humiliation is very effective punishment. my Mommy has made me tell friends or neighbors that i am a puddle pants baby and ask them to change my diapers -- usually at a park or similar public place. i was once changed on a picnic table at a highway rest stop.

[bobbilicious]

She does like humiliating me, infront of my gran is horrible but it's deserved so I will suggest that, thank you

[froggy]

She should add a blindfold to the spanking routine. Not being able to see when a hit is coming adds to the anticipation. Also consider adding some restraint to keep you in place during the administration of punishments.

Finally, I would be careful with public changes, they might be considered indecent exposure.

[bobbilicious]

Mummy liked the restraining me idea. She's buying some things later.... She bought me a wrist strap rein and new paddle today for when we go out. I was bad today and had a little accident so mummy is mad

[Rihanna]

......Finally, I would be careful with public changes, they might be considered indecent exposure.

Not to mention that in most states it could get one put on the sex offenders list.

[bobbilicious]

She bought something to restrain me with today. Mummy wouldn't tell me what but it felt like cloth? Very sore now but mummy is happy

[SKIP]

I am very some but every thing I came up with some one has already posted but I'll keep thinking about it

[bobbilicious]

So.. Here's an update. Mummy loves the restraints so I'm restrained for each spanking and change. My legs are restrained at night too (left arms free to see if i can behave). We went to my grandmas where i had a stinky diaper change. Humiliated . She has also ordered some locking plastic pants and a paddle. I'm ashamed to say that being restrained is having a naughty effect and I'm petrified of mummy coming in soon and checking my diaper

[mxgangrel]

Feel free to disregard any part of this you don't like, but you asked about new punishments. If I found the restraints were having a naughty effect, I would chastise you for getting wet over the restraints. With your hands tied behind your back, and you naked, I would march you to the shower. After standing you in the tub, I would make you kneel, while continuing to chastise you I would ask you (rhetorically) if you like being wet, since you pee yourself, and then get wet when you are restrained. While doing this, i would pee all over you, pointing out that you are a bad little wet girl and it isn't much of a punishment since you probably like it anyway. In fact I'm not letting you enjoy having my pee on you anymore, so I'd turn on the shower to rinse you off. EXCEPT, I would only turn on the cold water. You would get a thorough rinse, with slightly lingering sprays on your nipples and crotch. Then a nice long (several minute) icy cold water spray to your bottom. You would start to feel like the water was less cold as you get use to it, but then I would move you roughly to the nearest seat and pull you over my knee, a proper spanking would follow, and you would know you were in big trouble when you felt how a normal (but hard) slap on your bottom stung with several times the intensity as usual due to your cold bottom. depending on your response, behavior, and original offense this may continue for some time, or escalate from my firm hand to other spanking implements.

FYI, I have several more ideas for you or others that need them. let me know if you want/ need more. Cold butt spanking is one of my fav. punishments for very naughty girls :-) I hope you like it. If not, well it's really up to your mum now, isn't it?

[bobbilicious]

That does sound like a good punishment to be honest. Not sure my mother has the correct anatomy to do some of it though

[mxgangrel]

She can stand over you while you are kneeling, or laying down. Anyway, if you need more ideas let me know. Cheers.

[bobbilicious]

More ideas would be good, thank you

[mxgangrel]

I haven't forgotten, just been crazy busy, and I want to type up a good one. However, since you've been punished and I've given you one idea already I have a request, and a few questions (however, since I promised I will still give you one more idea, even if you don't answer, because I already promised.)

1) I like to let the punishment fit the crime, so I would like to know what you have done wrong to deserve a very harsh punishment (or are you looking for mild punishments?).

2) I normally write from my perspective and experience. However your situation is different (baby girl w/ a mommy) and I don't want to make my ideas less appealing by coming from my perspective if it is a problem for you. So, let me know if a) I should continue writing that way (maybe you were so bad your mommy sent you to an uncle for an extra harsh punishment she just couldn't deliver because she loves you to much), you would like me to write as if I am your mommy (I think I can do it justice, c)I am open to other suggestions.

3) Let me know what you like; S&M, B&D, water sports (obviously you are into diapers), sexual punishments, etc....

[LuvsGurl]

[baby vinny]

bump for luvsgurl

[mxgangrel]

I still haven't forgotten. Sorry LuvsGirl, I promised a story, so...

[mxgangrel]

Bobby, do you know why Mommy sent you to me? That’s right you have been very naughty. She has tried to punish you herself, but you are still behaving so badly. She doesn’t mind the occasional punishment, but it is difficult for her to be so harsh with you. She knows you need more discipline, but just can’t bring herself to be so hard on you. So, she has sent you to me for a few weeks. I assure you young lady, when you return home you WILL behave. In the future, if you act up, all mommy will have to do to snap you back into shape is remind you of your time here. And Bobby, if you think I’m going to be rough on you these next few weeks, trust me when I tell you, IF your mother, EVER has to send you to me again, these next few weeks will look like a picnic. I will take it as a personal insult that she had to send you back, and I will take it out on you!

Now, strip! Your mommy let you were big girl clothes here, but from what I hear you do NOT deserve them. As you look at me, you feel the sharp sting of a crop on your behind and snap to attention. I told you what to do, STRIP! When I tell you what to do you do not think. You do not hesitate; you do as you were told. You have proven, by your actions, that when you think about what to do you get it wrong. From now on, you do as you are told, immediately.

You strip your clothes off with a quick slap or crop to the ass anytime you slow or hesitate. As you strip you notice that the air has a mild chill and it makes your skin stand taught, and intensifies the sting of the occasional blows. The large stone entry way seems less inviting know then when you first arrived. As you finish removing your clothing you feel another sharp blow on your bottom as you are ordered to pick up your things and follow me.

The next room is warmer, and you notice a large active fireplace on the far wall. The room is richly decorated with leather upholstered, overstuffed chairs and couches and large, solid Black Walnut furniture. You are ordered to through your clothing in the fireplace. You are confused and hesitate. Your reward is the harshest application of the crop yet. You are quickly grabbed by the hair and hoisted over the end of one of the chair arms. I warned you to do as you were told, when you are told to do it, did I not? Before you can answer you feel the crop welting your backside and thighs. With each application there is a pause. You’d think it would bring relief, but the stinging is actually heightened in the second after the blow. Just when you think it may start to subside the next blow comes. All you can think about is the stinging. You try to fight and are shocked at the strength behind the arm that is holding you over the chair. It takes you a second when the punishment is complete to realize you can move. The next thing you realize is that you are crying out loud. You hear my harsh voice stating, “no wonder your mother says to treat you like a baby, you cry just like one.

[mxgangrel]

Now, pick your things up, and throw them in the fire! You quickly scramble off the chair arm awkwardly as you see me flex the crop. You secretly start to feel dread and wonder why you were so bad for mommy. You use to think the occasional punishment was fun and just kept pushing her to the breaking point. How you regret how far you pushed the situation now. You become scares as you realize, mommy loves me, and would never REALLY hurt me. How could she send me to this man? You realize your things are burning and you can’t help but shed more tears. Mommy had been so different recently, she still took care of you and punished you, but she was almost sad. The really weird part was that she let your pubic hair grow in which was odd, but she always changed the subject or made excuses when you asked about it, you wonder about it now.

You are standing there naked. The shock almost,… almost overtakes the pain, but no,… shock and pain in equally measure as my hand comes around your waste and grabs you by the pubic hair spinning you around to look at my heavily chest. Under my shirt you notice the heavy muscles that held you in place with ease despite your struggles. My face looks down into yours. My grip on the upper part of your pubic hairs seems to slip, but then a quick jerk and you realize I purposefully released the upper hairs to leave only a few of the lower hairs, attached near the labia, in my grasp. As sharp tug, and the pain is somehow a sharp stab mixed up with an exhilarating feeling. You wonder how experienced at punishment someone must be to learn that pulling fewer hairs, and the more sensitive ones at that causes exponentially more pain. The feeling of fear at your situation returns as you realize I am bent over with my face in yours speaking. Babies don’t get pubic hair (another painful yet exhilarating yank), and clothing is earned in this house. You struggle to walk awkwardly as you are lead, by your pubic hair, through a door in a darkened corner you didn’t even notice in the room before.

As you enter my grip is released, and you notice this is like a nursery,… and a dungeon with infernal machines, mixed into one. It seems almost bright and cheery with a crib and changing table, etc… But, mixed in there is a whipping cross, a suspension machine, and a spanking horse among other things. As you marvel at the combination you realize you have started to rub your mons pubis and labia. A second too late you realize your mistake as you see the fire light in my eyes. My voice booms as I deride you for touching yourself. You filthy little whore, no wonder your mother struggles so much to keep you as an innocent little girl. No wonder she is depressed in her failure. You can’t keep your hands off yourself you five minutes. Not even in front of a perfect stranger!

You are grabbed by a nipple this time and shriek as it is twisted and pulled. You immediately move in the direction my hand leads. You cannot believe the force with which I squeeze with my thumb and index finger. Things almost go white in your eyes as you feel burning pain radiate threw your chest. We come to a chair next to a dresser. This time instead of being hoisted over the arm I turn and sit, intensifying the pull and the twist on your nipple. Your knees buckle, and you think you will fall to the floor, but as you pitch forward you realize you are going up not down. Your nipple released you find you are being dragged over my knees. I reach over and grab a large brush from the adjacent dresser. You marvel at its size for the split second before you see it travel down. SMACK you feel it contact your bottom. It remind you of a paddle mommy used once, but the extra force I can apply with my size and strength makes this brush seem worse than any paddling you have ever received, plus mommy always applied her strokes in a loving manner. You wonder what I could do to you with a paddle as the next smack lands on the other cheek. You realize both cheeks are now throbbing with pulses of their own. You can actually feel the movement all way in your crotch. You wonder if the pain isn’t worth it, until the third smack,… the second to land on the first check lands. You shriek. You try to explain that you were only rubbing yourself in relief from my harsh pulling of your pubic hair, but you are roughly cut short by several hard and fast, almost brutal swats to the delicate underside of your buttocks, just where it meets your thigh. You can’t believe it, but you begin to cry uncontrollably and start to squirm and attempt to extricate yourself from the brush paddling. You feel one of my legs deftly slip out from under you and your waste is now caught between my two massive muscular thighs, almost squeezing the air from your lungs. My free hand grabs your face along your jaw line, squeezing your cheeks and roughly turns your face to look at mine. There is NO excuse in this house, for you, to be touching yourself between your legs, you filthy little slut. You try and speak but your head is turned back and the paddling continues. Again you realize the strokes are perfectly times to deliver maximum regret on your part. The throbbing is unbelievable. If the swats from the brush were not bad enough, every throb of each cheek comes with its own pain. You feel a strange warmth between your legs, but in the pain is and pain of the paddling you have no realization,…

[mxgangrel]

… You cry and beg but for some reason you hear me swear and paddle you harder. Something, that until a second before, you would have thought impossible. You are baling as I stop. You feel yourself roughly pushed to the floor, and just as roughly hoisted, by the arm, to your knees. Your bottom is throbbing uncontrollably. You realize you are groveling, begging for mercy. You are calling me Sir, Master, and Daddy all in attempts to illicit mercy. You realize that the leg of my pants is wet and are curious as you receive a slap in the face. You feel something wrap around your neck, but it is not my hand. It is a thick, stiff leather collar. It is applied tightly, and as you hear a lock click into place securing it, you realize that this one small item you are now wearing makes you feel more bound than anything you have ever felt in your life to date. Another slap in the face as you are instructed to lace your fingers behind your head and kneel up straight. As you lace your fingers behind your head you realize that the heavy leather of the collar is occasionally broken up by D-rings. You shrink when you wonder what may be attached to those. You are ordered to look at me, and I begin to lecture you on rules. You obviously have had none to date, or at least none you have respected. Your mother requested you be treated like a baby, but neither requested nor wanted to know anything beyond that point. As long as you came home a good little girl, she DID NOT CARE WHAT I HAD TO DO TO YOU TO ACCOMPLISH THAT FEET. Your breathe catches at hearing that and you realize you can barely swallow. I continue. You SHALL NOT touch yourself between the legs, FRONT or BACK, without my permission, nor shall you ORGASM while you are here, without my express permission, and I doubt I will ever give it to YOU. The last said with venomous distain. You look again at the wet spot on my leg. Yes, I say, you PEED on me as I paddled your little behind The superbowl is about to start, so you will now sit kneel here and think about your situation while I go enjoy the game, and think about how I shall punish you for this disgraceful act...