Secret Lives — Liz

From Februs 45

Roy Tersley interviews Liz.

When did you first realise that you had an interest in spanking?

I have always been curious about being spanked since I was a very small girl. Although I was never spanked by my parents I sometimes used to wish that I had been. As I got older my punishment was to be grounded and often in receipt of lengthy lectures which I hated. It seemed to me that a spanking would provide a much better and quicker option. I am pretty sure that just the threat of a spanking would have deterred me from misbehaving. I always think that I would have hated it had I been spanked but now perhaps I am not so sure! I will never know. I have one recollection that when I was fifteen, maybe sixteen, I angered my father to the extent that he slapped my face, it was a very gentle slap and didn’t hurt at all but I was fuming that he had hit me, so maybe I am sure that I would have resented being spanked.

Were you ever punished at school?

The only occasion that I was ever slapped in any way at school was when I was about four. I wanted to play in the wendyhouse but it was my turn to play in the sand pit. I tried to get in the wendyhouse but I wasn’t allowed. I had a temper tantrum and I went to the front of the class where all the paintings we had done earlier were laid on the floor drying and I stomped all over them. The teacher was furious, slapped the back of my legs and then made me stand in the corner at the front of the class. I don’t recall being upset that I had been slapped, but I do recall standing in the corner with my arms folded, still annoyed that I wasn’t allowed in the wendyhouse. It is strange that I now love having my legs slapped, but not too hard!!

Were these the only occasions that you received any form of punishment?

Yes, and they were hardly even that. As a teenager I often fantasised about being spanked but could never understand why. I knew it would hurt and probably be humiliating but just thinking about it gave me quite a thrill. I played around with boyfriends as a teenager, provoking them to spank me. Occasionally, I managed to extract a couple of playful smacks across my bottom but it was only ever messing around in a playful way. It wasn’t ever the proper over-the-knee spanking I was searching for.

What did you do to change this?

Years passed before I finally decided to do anything about my desire. In fact, I was thirty-four years old. I had been in a relationship for nine years which went wrong. Having ended the relationship I found that I had more confidence in myself. I had always had an interest in the Internet and was aware of chat rooms and search engines and so one day I decided to look up some profiles with the key words of ‘sir’, ‘master’, ‘spank’, ‘cp’ etc. I found some interesting people and eventually met someone (a man) who appeared to have similar interests. He also was interested in bondage which I wasn’t really too sure about. Anyway, I decided to give it a go and we met up. I was fortunate as he was very careful with me as I had never done anything like this before. However, I ended up quite disappointed because there was hardly any spanking. He didn’t even put me over his knee which is what I had wanted. I therefore decided that bondage wasn’t for me and it was a spanking that I now wanted more than anything.

A few weeks later I came across another profile that said, ‘if you want a real-life otk spanking, email me’. I didn’t need a second invitation so I did. After a month of chatting, he had convinced me to get a school uniform so I would look and feel more of the part. It is difficult to believe but this had actually never even occurred to me before.

How did you go about getting the uniform? Weren’t you embarrassed?

Yes, I was very embarrassed but also determined to do it. I went to BHS and into the school uniform department and stood looking at the skirts for ages. I kept wondering if they would fit me, but didn’t dare hold one up against me to see if it would fit. Also, I noticed that they are not the same sizes as adult clothes. However, they did give the waist measurement which was very helpful and I found to my joy that I could actually fit nicely into a thirteen to fourteen-year-old’s clothes.

When I went to pay for them I said to the assistant, ‘if they don’t fit her can I bring them back?’ hoping they wouldn’t ask anything about which school she went to. Now, it doesn’t bother me buying them at all. In fact, I really love to go shopping for new uniforms. I still have the fear they will ask which school I’m buying them for.

So, you had a uniform, what next?

Well, it was arranged for him to come around to my house and for him to give me my first spanking. Strangely, I wasn’t really nervous but I was extremely excited.

Had you put the school uniform on?

No, I arranged to meet him at a local shopping centre. We then drove to my house so I didn’t have it on when we first met. However, as soon as we got back to the house I scooted off and changed into it. Looking back now the uniform was very basic, just a white blouse, that wasn’t really a school one, knee-high socks, which didn’t quite reach my knees because adult legs are a little bigger than children’s legs. Actually, if I remember correctly, he provided the skirt for me which was a very short, grey, pleated, gym skirt. I’m not sure what shoes I wore, in fact, I may not have worn any at all. I was really enjoying dressing up and really wanted to get everything right.

Having got dressed up I didn’t really know what to do next.

So, what did you do?

Well, I just stood there in front of him. Fortunately, he took control. He got hold of my arm and pulled me across his knee and started to spank me. First, over my skirt, then my knickers, and then… on my bare bottom. I wasn’t really embarrassed that he pulled my knickers down it just made me enjoy it even more. He spanked me very hard. I really wasn’t prepared for this. It was stinging far more than I ever imagined. I had no idea what it was going to be like. He very soon had me yelping and wriggling around and I found myself asking him to stop. He stopped and I stood up and he asked if I was OK. My bottom was scarlet and I was in considerable pain but strangely enough I found that I was actually enjoying every minute of it, so I said, ‘Yeah I love it.’ He said, ‘Great’ and without further ado pulled me back over his knee again. After a few minutes of hard spanking, he produced a slipper. Seeing this REALLY excited me, but at the same time I thought, ‘Uh oh, this is really going to hurt.’

How right I was to think that. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt and, finally, after a lot of yelping and ‘owing’ he stopped and let me up again. The whole thing only lasted about 15 minutes. He then left very quickly. I should have mentioned that this took place during both our lunch hours so we were very limited to time. We actually hardly spoke at all, it was all very weird but unbelievably exciting. When he had gone I ran upstairs to inspect my bottom in the mirror and it was scarlet, I could almost see it throbbing. My bottom was on fire and already starting to bruise a little. Not really knowing what else to do I put some after-sun cream on it to take away the heat, and rubbing cream on it stung like crazy. I went back to work in the afternoon with a very sore bottom and sat perched on the edge of my seat rather uncomfortably. I wanted to tell everyone that I had just been spanked because it had been such an exciting experience, but decided that wouldn’t be wise.

However, my first spanking didn’t go completely unnoticed. As he was leaving I went to the door with him, totally forgetting I was standing there looking like a schoolgirl. He reminded me and I quickly hid behind the door. He informed me later that day that the dustbin men that were lurking in the area gave him a big grin as he left the house. Needless to say I avoided the dustbin men for some weeks!!

Within a week I had gone out and bought correct shirts, a tie, cardigan and shoes with a bar across that schoolgirls wear, or they did in my day anyway!! Incidentally I hated those type of shoes when I was a kid, but now I wear them all the time.

What was your next experience?

My next experience was about two weeks later with the same guy, this time fully kitted out in my uniform. We met at the same shopping centre and drove back to my house, where, again, he put me across his knee and spanked me very hard. This time he produced a cane but I only allowed him to use it over my skirt as it terrified me. And just to scare me even more, he pretended to take a run up to it and as I pleaded and begged him not to cane me that hard, he stood there giggling!! The swine!!! I met him probably twice a month and it took at least three months before I allowed him to cane me on the bare bottom. I’m still not too keen on the cane, but as long as it isn’t used hard I do enjoy it and I also quite like the threat of it.

I luckily haven’t really had a bad experience, although some of the spankings I have received have been pretty hard and at first I was quite badly bruised from them. I was once spanked pretty hard with a hairbrush that caused severe bruising and it felt like two huge lumps in my bottom and that did worry me a bit, but it wasn’t really a bad experience. I don’t allow anyone to spank or cane me to the extent that it leaves marks as they tend to last for weeks on me, although a few little red stripes or a nice red glowing bottom is rather nice.

What do you most enjoy?

I really do enjoy being pulled over someone’s knee and being hand spanked. I then like having my skirt pulled up and spanked again, and then my knickers pulled down and spanked even harder. I enjoy the feeling of someone’s hand spanking me far more than an implement, and not just because implements are harder, it just seems much more personal and intimate. Using implements tends to be a little more formal and distant. But hand spanking is such close contact, it’s wonderful. I also like to be made to feel very naughty and for me, being over someone’s knee does exactly that.

Do you enjoy role-playing?

I adore role-playing. Although I do like to be spanked without any role-play as well, even just a little bit of role-play makes it better. Again, it all comes down to being made to feel naughty. I meet a lot of people who don’t like any role-play and that’s nice because it’s different and we tend to just chat while the spanking takes place and I find that very relaxing, I could lie over someone’s knee being spanked and chatting all night! But role-play is totally different, I have people who give me lessons and homework and it’s just great having that escape from reality and basically playing a game. I don’t think adults play enough, when we become adults we stop playing games and pretending we are someone else and using our imagination like we did as children. I’m sure everyone has the potential to continue doing it, it’s just as adults it’s not seen as the grown up thing to do which, I think, is a great shame. I’m sure if everyone indulged in a few little games now and then there wouldn’t be half the stress in the world.

What is your favourite role-play?

Probably, as no surprise, it has to be the schoolgirl. I feel I would be more likely to accept a spanking as a schoolgirl rather than a secretary or nurse. As an older woman I would object to it, although I have to admit I have role-played as a naughty wife who doesn’t clean up and that’s quite good fun, especially as I actually HATE housework. I’m pretty sure if I had a husband who liked spanking, I would deliberately not hoover and wash up!

What about you playing the dominant role?

I have now been regularly meeting the same guy for two years and he is still the hardest hand spanker I have ever come across. He encouraged me to do the spanking as well, which I was very unsure of as I was pretty sure that I would never be able to inflict pain on anyone.

However, a boyfriend at the time, suddenly produced a man for me to spank. At first I was horrified at the thought of being thrown in the deep-end, having no experience of spanking anyone or using a strap or cane. I didn’t feel comfortable with him over my knee so I made him kneel on a chair. At first it felt very strange and when I moved on to the hairbrush, every time I whacked him with it and he yelped, I giggled to myself. Then the giggles turned to looks of horror when I noticed how each mark looked like it was going to explode, then after I’d checked with him that he was OK and he remarked, ‘Is that the hardest you can do?’ and back to the giggles again. I enjoyed spanking him far more than I thought I would. I have now been switching for over a year and although if I had to choose between the two I would chose to BE spanked, it would be a very close contest as I enjoy both giving and receiving almost as much as each other.

Thank you for coming to see me today.

It was my pleasure.