Hi,i'm 41 years old male and live in north norfolk. I am very interested in learning the art and skill of how punish females. Not for financial gain? can give me sum advice
It entirely depends what your motivation is. The most important thing you have to keep in mind is that being a Dom does not mean you simply get to live out all your phantasies. Your Sub may not like certain things and you have to be a responsible and understanding person, so please do not expect every Sub you contact to straight away submit to all your wishes and phantasies. Nothing turns subs off quicker than yet another fantasist trying to use them as doormat. They are way too many of those people around.
If you are serious about consensual dom/sub activity, then I would recommend you check the British Spanking forum and also google for munches in your area. Fetlife is also good. Try and meet like minded people and get a feel for what it’s all about. Take it from there.
I wasn’t spanked growing up. The submissive in me obviously wishes I had been spanked earlier, but phantasies had to do until I got to live it out in my late teens.
Hardly anything ever made me feel so nervous as the wait for my first real life spanking. Would it be how I imagined it? Would it be great or awful? As a submissive, I prefer men to be my Doms, even though I am straight as far as sexuality is concerned. Having a man carry out the spanking or caning makes it feel more like a real punishment and that’s what I like and do it for.
Anyway, first real life spanking: contact was made via snail mail letter and a German spanking magazine’s contacts section. Letters went back and forth a few times until I felt comfortable enough to take it further - the internet was around back then but just about. Man was I nervous when the day came! He arrived at my place and to my relief there was an immediate liking and things were just as we had written each other - no nasty surprises.
We talked for a while, me still nervous as anything, and at some point he finally said “I think it’s time. Are you ready to be spanked?” Nervousness peaked as I replied “Yes” and started to undress. I prefer to receive spankings in the nude and had told him about this beforehand. So there I was, stripping naked in my lounge in front of a man I had only just met in person and who was about to put me over his knee and spank me. I had never felt anything like the way I felt then. Nervous excitement on a different level.
While I was undressing he got a chair from the kitchen and sat himself down in the center of my lounge. I finished undressing and stood naked in front of him, hands on my side in nervous submissive mode. He looked at me silently for a moment and then waived me over. I slowly laid myself across his knees and I distinctively remember my semi touching his jeans. Again something I had never felt before.
I could feel his hand touching my bottom and gently rubbing it for a few seconds, before he stopped and asked “Are you ready?”. My reply was yes and I reminded myself of our safeword again, which was Banana. Then there was a break that felt like eternity but probably only lasted a few seconds. The silence was shattered by his hand making sharp contact with my buttocks and my brain went into overdrive. Oh my god, I’m finally getting spanked. Wow, this hurts…or does it…yes…but good. I like this. I need this. I was right in trying it. I was happily getting spanked. It felt great.
On that day, he ended up spanking me, giving me the belt, some kitchen utensils, and some switches I had gathered from the garden. I didn’t even know where to get proper canes at the time, so I had improvised and the home-made birch like contraptions did a good job, although it was - at least by my standards today - a very mild session. I guess that was simply down to both of us being quite new to this and meeting each other for the first time. I do remember that we actually took a break and went for dinner, before continuing with spanking and talking into the night. The foundations for the submissive half of myself had been laid…