What exactly is a scallywag.

What exactly is a scallywag.
I'll go along with that.


The sound of a bare bottom being repeatedly hit by the palm of a hand can be heard echoing around the room.

Ouch – look it’s really starting to hurt now, can’t we stop.”  The man’s voice sounded a little fed up. 

“No we can’t – you agreed to this, remember?  Now quit whinging, we’ve talked this though enough times.” 

 Another male voice replied in a much more confident tone than the first. 

“Yes, I know what we agreed, and I’m not against it – it just that it’s a bit, er…you know, stilled maybe, not very natural. I feel a bit of a prat to be honest.” 

“Well do you want to try another position, is it not working for you?  And you don’t look a prat; quite the opposite in fact.”  

This comment is followed by giggling, the sound of a bed creaking and two people moving around can then be heard.

“OK, how about we try bending over the bed – I think part of the problem is the technique.  The palm needs to bounce a bit more – it probably won’t hurt so much then.”

 “You think?  It’s just that I’m pretty sore already, I didn’t think it would hurt quite this much, we’re obviously not doing it right.” The man sounds a little hesitant; his next sentence is half question, half statement.  “We could stop for a while? Wait until it stops stinging so much?”  

“Don’t be such a wimp; are you a man or a mouse? It was only a few dozen swats for goodness sake.  It’s probably because it’s the first time - the skin probably won’t be so sensitive after a while.” 

The same voice continues:

“I think part of the problem is we need to move around the bottom a bit more – not concentrate on the one spot quite so much, maybe cup the hand slightly.  We need to get a bit of a pattern going too, like they explained on that website.” 

“OK, if you insist – come on then, let’s try again.”

 The sound of spanking starts again and lasts for a few minutes.

 “Look, I’m sorry but we’re going to have to stop – it’s really starting to hurt now, I don’t like it.”

A deep sigh echoes the room in response.

“Well to be honest – it’s not doing a lot for me either.  I think we overdid the talking bit, a bit more spontaneity is called for.  Is your hand alright?”

 “I think so, it bloody hurts though – it didn’t say anything about that on the website.  Maybe I could use a brush or wooden spoon next time – I’m going to feel this for days.

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I've created this blog in order to find a home for the adult male spanking stories I had originally posted on Tripod and who, in their dubious wisdom, decided to delete without notification. It may take me some time to work out how to post the stories in the way, place and order that I want them but with all fingers crossed and some sweary words thrown in, we should get there. There are a couple of unpublished stories that will be new to any of the previous readers and, it must be said, there has been a gap in the writing due to the pressures of a real horrible world but hopefully that changes soon. Happy Reading.