Today’s F/M Spanking Story – Punished Cheater

 This story is another of my favorites from the Spanking Story Contest, but it’s no ‘short’ story. Grab a cup of coffee, get comfortable, and enjoy.    (Be sure to click on ‘Read More‘ at the end of the visible post for the full story.)        – Dana

©Dana Kane

    
      After school there were no more women to spank me and keep
my male behaviors in check when I acted like a fool. I found myself
getting into so much trouble, drinking, smoking pot, but there were
no strong women around to set me straight. My girlfriends were not
dominant, they always deferred to me rather than standing up to me
forcing me to face my misbehavior. Secretly I wished I’d find a
woman that would take me over her knee and use her hairbrush on
my bottom. I would hint to girl friends that maybe I needed a
spanking or I would give them a spanking hoping they would turn
the tables on me and spank me but soon I would find myself looking
again for another women hoping that this time I’d find the one I
needed.
      I have been married twice the first one ended in divorce because
we had grown into different people, we were too young and I was
still looking for a strong women that would put me in my place and
she wasn’t the one. I cheated on her as well, I had sex with three
women I didn’t care if it hurt her I just wanted the sex this just
showed how much I needed to be taken by the ear and marched
into the bedroom for a good long spanking.
      After several more women I married a lovely woman who
was tough but never came close to spanking me, I had given up
on finding a disciplinarian. Then came the Internet and oh my God
 there were spankers all over the place! I soon found myself
spending way too much time on spanking web sites and message
boards looking for a woman to spank me. At last I found her she
called herself Strict Nanny. We sent emails and talked on the phone
about my needs and why I wanted, no, needed a spanking. She
wanted to know all about how I was punished as a boy and why I
felt the way I did about dominant women. I was very excited about
the prospect that she would spank me someday and I was scared
as well that I might get caught by my wife and of course about how
much it would hurt. Like everyone else I couldn’t really remember
how much a spanking hurts but I did remember how much I had cried
as a boy when my mom spanked me with her hairbrush and
SN had been very clear that if she spanked me it would be real
and very painful. I knew I needed this but I was scared to commit to it
for so many reasons. What if my wife found out? What if it hurt so
much I couldn’t sit down or my wife saw the marks on my bottom?
What if they found out at work that I liked to be spanked?
      Each time we talked she would dig deeper into my past wanting
to know the deep down reason I wanted to be punished it took a long
time before I admitted I’d cheated on my first wife I was afraid to
admit to SN that I had done that because I knew what a pig
 it would make me in her eyes and I was apprehensive that she
might decide not to spank me. But she didn’t get mad when I told her
she just said, “D, I am very disappointed in you.” Believe it
or not her saying that almost made me cry I felt so bad because I
really had felt guilty about this for years.
      As the weeks went on I would read her emails telling me what
to expect if I were to be spanked by her and I got very sexually aroused. 

I knew this was wrong I was going to be punished I shouldn’t get
aroused by the thought of that but it didn’t matter every time I read an
email or talked with her on the phone about how I would be spanked
I was aroused, and she knew it. One time right in the middle of our
conversation she asked, “Are you hard right now?” I was so
embarrassed I said no but she knew I was. She told me, “Don’t be
embarrassed D, most men are aroused by the idea of a spanking
from a women but understand this mister, you won’t be hard for very
long once I start spanking you!” That sent a chill down my spine; I
told her I had to go and hungup. 
      It took me over a month to over come my fears, well push them
to the back of my mind is maybe a better way to put it, and make the
call I knew I had to make. I was so scared asking her to please
punish me for my past misbehavior. She had told me early on that
if I wanted her to punish me like a little boy she had to be in control
just like my mom was. That meant once I asked for her to spank
me I could not chicken out, I would have to show up when told to
and I would have to take my punishment, no changing my mind.
I had to give up all control and that meant I had to give her my home
address and home phone number, if I didn’t show up for my spanking
she would call my wife and tell her all about it; if I didn’t let her
finish my spanking and left early she would call my wife. When she
first told me this I felt my tummy do the kind of flip flops I
remembered having when my mom would tell me I was going to
get a spanking this was when I knew I had found the right women
to spank me after all these years.
      I made the call and gave her my address and phone number and
then I had to wait for her to check the information to be sure I hadn’t
lied. Every time the phone rang I was scared that it would be her
calling my wife to tell her what I was up to. Then three days later
the phone rang, I answered it and it was her voice, “Hello may I
speak to the lady of the house please?” My wife was standing right
next to me I had to give it to her. They talked for a short while then
my wife hung up the phone I asked who it was and she said, “Oh
just someone trying to sell me another women’s magazine.” Oh
man I had almost peed my pants, I had felt like a little boy thinking
my teacher had called to tell my mom I been a bad boy in class.
Now waiting for her call to tell me when I would get spanked
made me feel like a little boy waiting for mom to get home to spank
me.
      The next day she called my cell phone with the date and time I
had to show up for my spanking; she made it very clear that I had
better show up or my wife would get a phone call from her, I knew
this was not an idle threat.
      She told me, “D, I know how much you really need this
and that is why I am making sure you show up I hope you
understand that.” I did understand but man was I getting scared.
I was to report for my spanking the next day at 12 o’clock sharp and
not a minute late. She then began to scold me over the phone about
the reasons I needed to be spanked. She told me that what I needed
to be punished for the most was my poor treatment of women in
my past especially my ex-wife. She had scolded me on the phone
several times over the last month, about what a pig I had been to
several of my past girl friends and how she was going to make
sure that after she was done spanking me I would remember every
time I sat down what a bad boy I had been. In the past I had not
taken the scolding very seriously but now knowing I had to report
tomorrow to be spanked or my wife would find out I was really
scared and I almost started to cry. I think that made her happy
because she kept scolding me and telling me how much the spanking
was going to hurt I did start to whimper and say, “I’m sorry I really
 am sorry.”
      That night I found it very hard to fall asleep I kept tossing and
turning, all I could think about was the spanking I was going to get
the next day and for once I was not sexually aroused. The next day
was a Saturday, I had told my wife I had to go in to work for some
overtime I hated to lie to her but I couldn’t tell her I was going to get
a spanking. I went to my shop and waited for the fateful hour to
approach. I went on line and watched spanking videos of men being
spanked by dominant women but somehow I just knew my
spanking was going to be much more real than what I was seeing
on the Internet. I was so into surfing, maybe to try and forget
want was about to happen, that I didn’t notice the time when I did
I realized I was going to be late! I ran to my car and speed down
the freeway to try and get there on time I was doing 90 at times
I was lucky I didn’t get stopped by a police officer.
      Arriving at 12:05 I heard the sound of someone getting a
spanking from the other side of the door, I felt relived she
wouldn’t care I was a little late, I knocked on the door. The spanking
sounds stopped but I could still hear someone crying, the door
opened and I saw SN for the first time. She was about
a foot taller than me and looked strong. She wore a housedress
with an apron, here hair was up in a very tight bun; it was like
looking at a mom from my boyhood.
      “You’re late young man! Get in her now!” She didn’t yell she
was just very firm, she was holding a hairbrush in her right hand.
I went inside and saw a man about twenty-five naked standing in
a corner with a very red bottom crying.
      “You know you were to be here at 12 O’clock there is no excuse
for tardiness young man you will receive extra for being late.” She
stood with both hands on her hips.
      “Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry.” I was looking at the floor afraid to
look at her face, I felt like a 12-year-old.
      “I am almost finished with J and then we will deal with
you, go into that room,” she pointed to a room on the other side of
the room we were in, “You will stand in the far corner with you
hands on your head and think about the spanking you are about to
get, now move!” I ran into the room and found the corner; standing
there I listened to the rest of J’s spanking and found myself
getting very scared. I was really taken back to High School, I
remembered sitting outside the coach’s office while he paddled
another boy knowing I was to be next. J was really crying
hard and the sound of the hairbrush spanking his bottom was really
scary I kept asking myself ‘what am I doing here why did I ask her
to spank me?’ The longer I stood in that corner the more I wanted
to run away but I knew if I did she’d call my wife.
      J’s spanking stopped and all I heard for awhile was him
crying then he came into the room I was in and got dressed still
whimpering and then he left, I heard the front door close and SN
walking around the other room but she didn’t call me or
come into my room she just left me standing in the corner waiting
and getting more anxious by the minute.
      She left me there for twenty minutes by the time she came into
the room I was ready to try and talk her out of spanking me just
like I did as a boy.
      “Please I don’t want a spanking anymore I’m sorry please.”
I begged.
      “D we both know how much you need this don’t we
young man?” Her voice was so smoothing like a loving mom.
      “Yes, but I’m really scared I didn’t think it would be this
scary please don’t spank me.”
      She came over to me and gently stroked my hair ***
 and said, “D you are going to get a spanking and that is final.
It is going to hurt a lot and you will feel it for several days. I think
you will cry like a baby but after you will feel so much better. Now
no more argument you know I will call you wife and tell her all about
her naughty boy if you don’t take the spanking you asked for.”
      “Yes Ma’am.” I knew I had to take it and deep down inside I
knew I wanted and needed it.
      “Well then let’s get started come with me young man.” She took
me by my right ear and marched me to the bedroom that looked like
a boy’s bedroom. She sat on the bed and had me knell in front of her
as she began to scold me about my treatment of women and asked,
“What did you tell your wife you were doing today?”
      “I lied to her and told her I had to go to work, Ma’am.”
      “So even on the day you knew you were going to be spanked
for treating women badly you lied to you wife!” I could see the
disappointment in her eyes and it hurt.
      “Why were you late?”
      “I, well I,ah..”
      “Tell me why you were late young man!”
      “I was watching men getting spankings on the Internet and lost
track of time, Ma’am.”
      “So knowing now important it was to be here on time you just
couldn’t pull yourself away from the Internet, did you drive recklessly
getting here?”
      “Yes Ma’am I was speeding.”
      “So if you hadn’t been speeding you would have been even later!”
      “Yes Ma’am I am so sorry.”
      “How fast were you going?”
      “Ninety Ma’am.”
      “Well that will cost you extra, let’s say one for every mile per
hour over the limit that’s how much young man?”
      “Ah, twenty-five, Ma’am.”
      And for being late that will cost you five for each minute how
many is that?”
      “Twenty-five Ma’am.”
      “So after your punishment spanking you will get fifty extra spanks,
I think I will use my spanking paddle for that.” I was starting to feel
tears in the corners of my eyes.
      “Take off you shoes and socks!” I removed them and then she had
me stand in front of her with my hands on my head. My belt was
un-buckled, my pants were un-zipped and pulled down I was told to
step out of them. Then she stood up and removed my shirt now I
stood in only my white Jockey shorts. She pulled me over her lap
and gently rubbed my bottom and scolded me some more and then
without any notice she began to spank me, hard. I felt the first slap
right across the middle of my bottom and it sent a flash of pain
straight up my whole body. It didn’t really hurt that much at first as she
worked from one side to the other and right in the middle. But in a very
short time the sting began to build and build until I was starting to
wiggle and kick my legs. I could feel the heat building up and I knew
this was going to really hurt very soon.
      Just as I was starting to make some noise, I had tried to stay
stoic and take it like a man but I was starting to yelp a little, she
stopped and stood me up. While pulling my underpants down
she scolded me, “D you have treated women very badly
young man and I will not stand for that!”
      “I’m sorry Ma’am really I am.”
      “Please, who do you think you are fooling young man! I
haven’t even made you bottom very pink yet. You will be sorry,
very sorry by the time I am done!” Then I was pulled over her left
leg and pinned down with her right leg. I knew the real spanking
was about to start. She took my right arm and pinned it behind my
back making sure I wasn’t going anywhere until she decided I
would and then picking up her hairbrush she began to give the
hardest spanking of my life.
      As the brush spanked my bottom the burning and stinging just
keep building until it reached a point I could control myself any longer.
I was yelling and crying out for her to stop and saying how sorry
I was and please I’ll never do it again, all the things every little boy s
ays to try and get mommy to stop spanking him but to no avail the
brush just keep burning my bottom. When the yelling didn’t work I
then tried to kick and wiggle and squirm my way out of her grasp
but she held me firm and only spanked harder. At last all I could do
was cry and cry I did, big fat wet tears burst from my eyes and I felt
my nose running like a little boy.
      She kept spanking me and scolding me for what felt like hours
when at last she stopped there was a puddle of my tears on the floor.
      “Now for you extra spanks young man,” She put the hairbrush
down and picked up a paddle with holes in it like my dad used on me.
      “Fifty extra isn’t that right young man?”
      Still crying I said, “Please Ma’am no more please my butt hurts
too much!”
      With a very gentle voice she said, “Now D this is a
spanking we both know it has to hurt or it won’t do any good.” Then
she began to paddle me and within a few swats I was crying again.
      When at last the paddling was finished I was stood up, I tried to
rub my bottom but was told if I did I’d get the paddle again. Then I
was marched to a corner and told to stand there with my hands on my
head.  After I started to calm down she told me she
still had a very special punishment in store for me.
      Through my tears I asked her, “What punishment?”
      She stood next to me and touched my hair gently saying, “We
both know that your main source of guilt is from cheating on your
 ex-wife don’t we?”
      “I guess so, Ma’am”
      “I think there is more, have you cheated on you current wife?
Is that why you feel so guilty D?”
      “No Ma’am I haven’t.”
      “Really so you feel all this guilt because you cheated on an
ex, I am going to cane you D.”
      I had seen videos of boys getting the cane in English schools,
“Like in English schools? I have seen movie clips of that.”
      “Yes, well in the movies they don’t really cane the boys for real;
believe me you are going to get a real caning young man, six strokes
for each woman that you cheated on your ex with.”
      I did know what to say I had no frame of reference I had no
idea how much a cane might hurt. It couldn’t hurt more than the
hairbrush and paddle could it? “Ok I guess if you think I need that
but do I really need that my butt, I mean my bottom really hurts a
lot now and I..” I started to cry again. I was left in the corner for
maybe ten minutes to think about the caning I was going to get
soon, the whole time my bottom throbbed with pain and I just
couldn’t imagine it hurting any more.
      She took me by the ear again and marched me to a different room
 with benches, a cross thing and other, I guess spanking furniture;
I was told to bend over this bench that had restraints for the arms and
legs.
      “No I won’t do it my butt hurts too much!” I said.
      She didn’t say a word she just put the phone on speaker and
dialed my home, I heard my wife’s answer and before SN
could say anything I was bent over the bench.
      “Oh I’m sorry wrong number, sorry again bye.” Then she hung
up the phone.
      “You made the right choice D you know you need this
don’t you?”
      “Sure I guess whatever.” Damn I was sounding like a surly
teenager!
      “It is just that attitude that made you mistreat women all these
years young man I am going to help you over come it,” Then she
fastened the restraints around my wrists and ankles. I was bent was
over with my bottom up very high and spread wide apart. The cool
breeze I felt against my hot sore bottom helped a little to cool the fire
but I didn’t think it would help for long.
      “Normally a young man would be expected to take his caning
without restraint but you, D, are a boy who hasn’t learned
self-discipline. That is why you cheated on your wife and why you
treated all your past lovers as pieces of meat only there to please you.
Well what do you have to say for your self?” She slapped my bottom.
      “Please Ma’am I’m so sorry really I understand what you are saying
and know I have been bad that’s why I wanted a spanking but really I
think I have had enough I know I will do better, please?”
      “Really D? You are still trying to talk your way out of
your punishment like a little boy? We still have work to do young
man.
      Then she went to the wall and pick out a cane and swished it
through the air, the sound it made caused me to tense up my whole
body I sensed this was really going to hurt.
      “Please Ma’am please don’t do it!”
      Then I felt the cane gentle taping at my bottom as she took aim
just below my tail bone about one inch below the top of my bottom
crack.
      I heard the sound of the cane swish through the air and then
felt a deep sting right across my bottom at first I thought that wasn’t
too bad and then I felt this pain begin to build up deep inside my
bottom and it just kept growing as the next stroke landed just below
the first. I heard a yell and realized it was from me I pulled against
the straps but couldn’t move an inch. The next one landed below
the last and again I yelled and tears ran freely again.
      After the sixth stroke she asked, “What was the name of the
first woman you cheated on your ex with?”
      Trying to answer while crying was hard but I said, “K,
Ma’am.”
      “Well then we have taken care of K now who was the
second?”
      “Ah, that was D Ma’am she was a friend of ours.”
      “Then these are for D,” And again the cane bit into my
bottom with a fire and deep burning hurt, each stroke a little further
down my bottom soon my whole bottom would be destroyed. I was
crying so hard now and begging her to stop apologizing for my cheating
with every stroke.
      “It’s not me you need to apologize to young man it is your ex-wife!”
      The last stroke landed just above my sit spot and I knew the next
set would land on the most sensitive part of by bottom.
      “Now what was the name of the last woman you cheated on you
ex with D?”
      I was crying so hard I couldn’t talk only crying blather sounds
came out.
      “D I want her name please!”
      I finally said, “I can’t remember her name it was just some one night stand.”
      “IS THAT SO! You cheated on your wife with a woman and you
don’t even remember her name! This is really going to hurt young man!”
      Then I felt the cane again on the softest part of my bottom and she
was swinging it a lot harder I was crying out in such pain after each stroke
and all through it she was scolding me.
      “You are such a pig! You cheat on your wife with a friend, someone
she knows and then you cheat with a woman you don’t even know
her name. I bet you never asked!
      “I tried to say I was sorry but nothing came out but crying.”
      Then she said this, “Tell me the truth D, have you cheated on
you current wife?”
      And the cane smashed against the very center of my sit spot I
screamed out, “YES I HAVE I’m SO SORRY!”
      “I knew it! I could just tell you were a cheating pig! You are
getting twelve extra for that D!”
      She was right I was a cheating pig, I felt so bad about cheating on
my wife and I knew I deserved any amount of punishment Strict Nanny
gave me. She gave me the extra strokes down the rest of my bottom and
onto the back of my legs then finished by crossing all the other cuts.
      I was left to cry on the bench and to think about my behavior for a
long time. By the time she came back to let me loose I had stopped crying.
Even though I was in a great deal of pain I felt good, I know some of
the high was from the endorphins but most of it was from the guilt
being lifted from me. I felt I had been punished for my behavior and
for some reason I felt better now.
      “Thank you Ma’am I really needed to be seriously punished. I
know I have been a pig and will try to do better.”
      “Good I hope you do I think the first thing you need to do is
never cheat on you wife again!”
      “I know I only did it once about a year ago and I felt real bad
after I didn’t even enjoy the sex.”
      “My guess is she didn’t enjoy it as well. You also should admit
to you ex what you did I think you will feel much better if you do I
understand about not wanting to tell you current wife but someday
you better find a way before she figures it out. I bet she already thinks
you did women can just tell when their man is a cheating pig.”
      Then she gently rubbed some lotion on my sore bottom and told
me my cuts would take several weeks to heal and that I’d be
remembering this day for a long time to come. When it was time to
get dressed she gave me a pair of the frilliest pink girl’s panties to wear.
      “I want you to wear theses as a reminder to be a good boy around
 women. Anytime you start to find yourself acting like a pig you put them
on understand D?”
      “Yes Ma’am.”
      That was the first time SN spanked me but not the last
she called me several times over the next year telling me to report to
her for a spanking always with the knowledge that if I didn’t show
up my wife would get a phone call or letter, I always showed up.

(Note: This story is edited. The asterisks are mine.      – Dana)