The role of the bratty, domineering teen is one that I often enjoy as a top, whether as a daughter, school girl, or, in this case, babysitter. O appeared quite confident in his email, even a little arrogant. When he arrived for the session, he strode right in and began marching down the hall. Standing calmly by the door, I asked if he had been there before. He stopped short and said that, no, he had not. Smiling, I advised that perhaps he should wait for me then. From there he became much more pliable. Perhaps it was seeing that I am, indeed, a person. Or perhaps he was just nervous.
We sat and talked for a few minutes in the sitting room. O was a disposable diapers and plastic pants kind of guy. For a long time I was, too, but now I'd say that I've branched out, though I may just be in a phase. (My fetishes ebb and flow.) He was also looking to try out spanking again, which had gone wrong the first time he'd tried.
O had gotten over this, but novices seem to come in two types: those who think that they wouldn't enjoy a "real spanking" and only want a sensual spanking and those who seem to think that a "real spanking" is somehow superior to a sensual one, though of course a "real spanking" is given by someone the spankee rarely finds attractive and only lasts a few minutes at most. Over time, there is usually a degree of compromise, with those fearful of a real spanking taking one much harder than they might have believed themselves capable of not only bearing, but enjoying. Those who feel that a sensual spanking somehow wouldn't count generally learn to enjoy their spanking and the sensual drawing out of it, the ticking tracing of fingers during intermediate chastising, the search for that one sweet spot that will make a submissive's back arch so becomingly. While I don't deny the good, moralizing effect of a "real" or punishment spanking, rather I enjoy it very much, I do tend towards more sensual spankings, which are nonetheless very firm and hard, but that teach a lesson by their positioning, their caring or stern application, and the verbal chastisement that accompanies them.
The scenario was that O was an unruly teen and I was his sitter. His parents were out of town for the week. On our first night together, O had gone out and gotten drunk (pissed, in fact!), then come home and wet the bed. Not only that, but he'd left his wet sheets for me to clean up! Obviously, I was ticked off!
Taking O into his room, I told him that his behavior was unacceptable and that I intended to do something about it. He didn't seem to be taking me seriously. At one point, I mentioned that he hadn't even apologized, something that always produces an immediate apology, though of course I say it doesn't count under that circumstance. O's response? "Why should I apologize? It was an accident."
There was clearly no need for further discussion. I stripped O of everything but his underwear and pulled him over my lap. The first flurry of swats was lighter and placed over the expanse of his bottom, my hand lifting up to skim his cheeks, pulling the skin so that it jigged in the thin cotton of his boxer shorts. O was not a wiggler, as most males are not. More's the shame! I love having a naughty, squirming, spanked boy in my lap. However, I feel that leg kicking is strictly for sissies.
As O's bottom became accustomed to being spanked, growing warmer and more yielding, I slipped down his underwear and began to spank his bare bottom, reddening it first with my bare hand, then with a heavy wooden hairbrush. O would tell me later that he actually found the hairbrush difficult to bear, but he did so stoically. It is always my advice to a spankee that letting it out in shrieks, moans, and even a little struggling can make a spanking that much easier to take.
From there, I placed O in diapers, after securing his promise to do exactly what I said for the remainder of our time together. After all, as I had taken a few snaps of him lying unconscious in his wet bed on my cell phone, how could he deny me? He proceeded to wet every single diaper I had with me. Seriously, he wet four or five diapers in about an hour! I couldn't believe it.
O also spent some time in the corner, with more swats to keep his bum red. Beyond that, most of our time was spent just changing diapers with lots of baby powder, baby lotion, baby oil, and more.
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