I am a Spanko. Yeah, I know that this isn’t news, but at times I can be very particular about the spankings I want and crave. I am going to cover one of those types which I call the “make me” spanking.
Make me aware of what I am to be spanked for. Scold me. It will utterly humiliate me. I want it no matter how much I pretend I don’t. Make me look at you. Make me respond with “Yes sir.” If I respond “yes” call me on it with a “yes what.” Make sure every word or movement I do is only with your permission and it *will* be worse if I choose not to obey. It doesn’t mean I will obey. I will test the waters and see what I can get away with and if you will actually will back your words up with actions. I may back sass or get snarky. Wash my mouth out with soap, give me the “the look” or pull a cane out. It isn’t me being disrespectful, it’s me finding boundaries if there are more to find. If there is wiggle room, I will find it and I will take advantage of it. Chances are I will be disappointed that there is wiggle room if it does exist, but I have to find this all out by trial and error. Make me see there isn’t a way out.
Haul me over your lap. Make sure I know that I am not in charge. Make me understand that your word is the law. Make sure that I know how much I beg, plead, cry or try to talk my way out of my upcoming punishment that I will not escape. Make me understand that I am in deep shit and your punishment is my only way for redemption.
Spank me. Pull my pants down roughly. Don’t make me do it, that gives me power to delay…and I will. Spank me harder. I will kick and squirm and try to block my bottom with my hands. You can tell me to stop, but I won’t. Grab me harder. Pin my wrist to the small of my back and make me stay in place. Remind me how vulnerable I am, how much I trust you and how you will bend me to your will even if I kick and scream. Make me realize that this isn’t up to me. You will stop when you think I have had enough.
Make me surrender. Make me cry. Make me know that I am yours to discipline as needed. Make me understand that you won’t be all talk. Make me grateful to have you as a disciplinarian. Make me see that I can cry with you, that you are safety to me.
Make me think about my actions while I recover. Hold me accountable. Make me understand that I am forgiven and that I shouldn’t need to be disciplined for such an offense ever again and if I am, it will be much worse. Hold me and let me snuggle into your chest. Let me cry my worries away in the safety of your arms. Let me thank you for giving me a “make me” spanking.
Please, make me…