Is Spanking God Given?

As you know, I'm coaching a young couple on how to get a vanilla boyfriend Tom spanking his spanko girlfriend Sandy. The thread starts in Sandy's Story. One of my commenters suggested that there was a part of by book, Julie's Spankings, that might be a good read for Tom. I have not plugged my book for a while, so I thought I would do that now, and reproduce the chapter in question.

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The brief synopsis is that our heroine, coincidentally named Julie, meets a somewhat older knight-in shining-armour, coincidentally named David, and (coincidentally) marries him. The book is actually very much inspired by my real-life, but goes off into flights of fantasy near and dear to my kinky heart. In the book, David introduces Julie to female submissive spanking, and Julie finds it incredibly sexy in tummy churning ways, and also feels that it would benefit her in life.

Part of the background is that a young David was forced by circumstances to become the legal guardian of his teenage sister, Beatrice. Beatrice's benhaviour was becoming highly problematic, and under advice from his Baptist Church, David began disciplining her using spanking, which worked wonders. Once Beatrice grew out of spankings, she had a bad screw-up off at University, and requested her brother spank her as an adult. This relationship continued to the present day, and Beatrice received newlywed Julie's blessing for David to continue spanking her when she screwed up until she found a man of her own to do it.

Beatrice is also clinically manic depressive and OCD, and has learned that a hard spanking from her brother "resets her" when she gets into a downwards depressive spiral. Now, you guys only know what I choose to share about myself on my blog, and all I'll say on the subject is that Beatrice is based in large part on myself as well. So please don't judge too harshly.

David, reluctantly, but knowing his duty, just finished giving Beatrice one of these very hard "reset" spankings with a belt after some very irresponsible behavior on her part that had her spiraling down. Bea asked for Julie to be there, and this is the aftermath where they have a long discussion about spanking...

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Chapter 40: Bea Collects Herself

I took David's place at the side of Bea's bed and stroked her hair as David had done and took her hand in mind.

"It's ok, it's ok now. Everything's forgiven," I said, trying to be helpful.

"Thank you, Julie, for being here. I'm sorry for getting like this and asking you to stay for my whipping. It must look bad, but it really helps me."

"I know. I know it does."

"It's like... like... electroshock therapy sort of. It just sort of resets my system."

I turned to examine her ass. It was a MESS. "Electroshock for the ass," I said.

"Yeah," she said with a little laugh. I hadn't heard her laugh all day.

"Would you like me to put a little cold cream on it?" I asked.

"Oh God yes please!" she said enthusiastically.

I opened the jar of cold cream and gently soothed it into her bottom cheeks where the belt had marked her. Bea had a very cute ass. I couldn't believe I was rubbing cold cream into a girl's pretty ass. I felt a little twinge of sexual excitement especially when Bea moaned in pleasure at the treatment. Bea started writhing under my hand and sticking her ass up as if begging for something.

What a naughty little slut, I thought to myself, amused. I took the cue and rubbed some cream lower on her ass and more centrally towards her inner legs. She responded favorably to that direction and spread her legs a bit. I "accidentally" brushed a finger by her pussy lip, and she moaned, spread her legs more, and pushed her bum up higher. I took some more cold cream and rubbed it into her ass crack, brushing by her bottom hole. She again encouraged me with her motion and her moans, as she pushed shamelessly into my hand.

Then, very obviously, she licked the fingers of her right hand and stuck it down there, clearly rubbing herself right in front of me.

"Bea!" I said, shocked at her brazenness.

"Do you mind?" she asked timidly.

"Go ahead," I said gently and continued my sexy massage, now freely going anywhere and everywhere.

Right in front of me, with my hand rubbing her ass, asshole, and pussy, she got closer and closer to orgasm and then let loose, bum jiggling, ass shaking, and crying out into the bedsheets, trying to keep quiet lest her brother hear her.

"Oh shit", I thought, "If he comes in now, both our asses are grass."

"Oh," she said, coming down from it. "Oh, thank you. I really needed that."

"My pleasure?" I said with a little laugh.

"Don't tell David. Ok?"

"Are you kidding? If he knew about this, I'd get a worse spanking than you just got."

"Mmmm. I doubt that," she said, moving the pillows away from under her, turning sideways on the bed, and rubbing her own bum. "I don't think there is a spanking worse than that."

"You may be right. All the same, I wouldn't want to find out."

"Ok, then," she said, "Pinky pact!" and she held out her little finger. I hooked my little finger into hers and we shook pinkies on it. That's an unbreakable oath!

"You're a great little sister," she told me, all her life and bubbliness back into her after her epic spanking and orgasm.

"And you're an amazing big sister."

"Thanks for letting me borrow your husband. I was afraid you wouldn't let me."

"Not a problem. But what's this afterwards things all about? Do you get turned on having your brother spank you?"

"Oh yes. He doesn't know, of course. Big dummy. I mean, that's not why I do it. I do it for everything we talked about. To be held accountable and all that. And sometimes I just go off the deep end. I'm a little bipolar in case you haven't figured it out. Manic depressive. Mostly I'm up, but then sometimes I just crash into a depression, usually at the state of my life, especially after I do something epically stupid. I can't get it out of my head, and I keep cycling back to it OCD-style. Only a whipping like this gets me out of it. I know. Weird. Nobody has the strength to give me the kind of whipping I need except my brother," she said. "Although you weren't too shabby with the hairbrush the other night," she smiled.

"Nor you with the switches yesterday," I said.

"Yeah, that was fun whipping another girl for once. And was it worth it? Did I get his engines revving for you in the bedroom after?"

"Yes," I said, actually blushing.

"I always masturbate after he spanks me. Ever since the very first time when I was fourteen. He thinks I just need time to collect myself."

"My you are a naughty, naughty, little girl," I said, and reached over and spanked her sore butt once.

"Ouch!" she cried out and giggled. "Come on. Don't you find it sexy when he spanks you, even if it is for punishment?"

Interesting question. Like her I was not doing it because of any sexual excitement, but I had to admit that the sexual excitement of being justly punished by my man was an aspect.

"Ok, yes. It's not why I do it, though," I was quick to point out.

"It's never why we do it," Bea said, "but there is that side effect. I think God built us that way. It's like how He made sex fun so you want to make babies? Like that, but only with spanking."

"Go on," I said, intrigued by Bea's "interesting" theology.

"God wants men to lead and women to follow, right? So, he invented spanking to enforce it. I mean, think about it. The butt is about the only spot where you can hit a woman without any lasting harm, right? It's custom made for it. All that muscle and fat and thick skin so there's no damage. But then He put all those nerve endings right there near the surface, so you feel it. And He even made it so that it changes color depending on how hard your man spanks you, like a gauge sort of thing. Tell me that's all accidental?

"But there's more. He also put your pussy right there, with all those sexy nerve endings. He made it so good when all the blood flows down there. You literally get horny from getting a spanking."

Bea was on a roll. I was nodding and agreeing with her. She kept going, encouraged.

"He also invented shame, and even made shame a bit sexy for women. In the Garden of Eden, there's Eve running all around naked without a care in the world, and then she committed the original sin, and suddenly she's all, 'oooh, don't look at my tits and pussy, I need a leaf to cover them,' right? But then to have sex, she needs to get naked in front of her man and she's all 'no don't,' but really wants it?

"For a spanking, you have to bend over to help him get at the butt and show the man all that you should be covering up, right? And after you've waved all your private parts in the air in front of a man, and you just want to do it, you know? Get royally fucked. Please him anyway you can?

"Sure, the spanking hurts, and we dread it on one level, but afterward there's a warm, fuzzy feeling of being loved and forgiven, also a warm, sexy feeling after all that blood flows down there. And if you're his wife, let's face it, you're getting fucked afterward and you like that, and you get babies out of it, so bonus! So, despite how much it hurts, you accept your next spanking easier as a result."

"That makes weird sense," I told her. She kept going.

"And it works the other way, also. When a wife gets so excited, the husband gets that positive feedback later in the bedroom. Hubby also gets turned on seeing his wife waving that red ass at him and squirming for all she's worth, and basically making her pussy beg for a fucking. And so, your husband doesn't mind spanking you again to correct your bad behavior instead of throwing you out of the house and letting you starve. You know, like in the olden days.

"It's all God's design, I'm sure of it. Except in my case, because I haven't found my man yet, I have to settle for diddling myself with my fingers and getting a little sexy massage from my new lesbo sister-in-law."

"Hey!" I said, "I'm not a lesbo!"

"Oh, of course not. My apologies," said Bea giggling, "I'm sure it was just a total accident that you brushed by my pussy lips."

Busted.

"Don't tell anyone!" I told her.

"We pinky swore, It covers it."

She pulled me into bed next to her, and we kissed a little, and fondled one another, in ways sisters should never kiss and fondle one another.

After we had a bit of fun, I broke off and said, "Stop that!" I got up out of bed. "If you're done 'collecting yourself' you can come out and we can cheer David up. I don't think he likes beating you that hard."

"Sounds good," she said, "I just might need to 'collect myself' one more time before I come out."

"Naughty!" I told her, and I left her there in bed, with her panties down at her knees, to do whatever else she felt she needed to.

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So, what do you think of that chapter? Does Beatrice have a point or what? If you have not already, go buy the book - it's super cheap, totally novel-length, and chock-'o-block full of embarrassing, often public, spankings and other humiliations (A bit of diapering, anyone? Mouth soaping perhaps? A birching from Mom that whips into my puffy pussy lips, totally by accident? A belting from Daddy while the family watches?). Poor little julie!

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