Any excuse for a spanking, right? Well, in a way, but not when your mind works like mine does.
As time has gone on I have found out what it is that makes me tick. Now despite having been to many parties and developing many friendships, I’m really of the opinion that I am more of a private player than most. Sure, I take part in as much as I can and a few years ago I used to be that person who would play publicly with just about anyone. As time has gone on though I have felt more and more that I am most comfortable using the ‘less is more’ philosophy.
There are times when I think that other folks don’t think that I am having a good time, but nothing could be further from the truth. The only difference is that my definition of a fun time differs slightly from others. I’m not alone in this, there are many people who take a more docile approach at parties, but that is the great thing about attending, you can do things at your own pace.
What happened on Friday at the Boardwalk Badness party, going into Saturday, was one of those special moments that I strive for. Certainly it was an event that was the highlight of the party for me because of the way my mind works.
Just prior to the party I had introduced myself to Bertha Mason online after reading her profile on Fetlife. Now at the SSNY party in December I had met Bertha but it was nothing more than just hello really. On Fetlife I simply do not seek friendship requests any more, I always approve them but I never actually seek to add them. After I read Bertha’s profile though, and answered a public question or two that she had, I requested her friendship through a private message.
Her profile interested me and there were a number of items on there that I felt we had a common interest in, none more so than the simple comment that she liked kindhearted people. That is something that gets me at my core every time as I thrive on kindhearted people. So my plan was to friend request her, say more than hello at the party and that pretty much was it, I had no intention of seeking play.
On Friday morning at the party there was a meet and greet for the new people at the party and Mike Tanner had asked me to go along as a familiar face. Because of the time that I got there I was only able to stand in the hallway craning my neck, along with a group of other people. Bertha was one of those people and she was a few feet behind me. She had actually been in front of me at one point but I got the feeling that she was getting ‘boxed in’ by a growing plate of testosterone. Now call it spanking radar if you like, but I just knew what was about to happen next, and my thoughts came to fruition almost right away. Clearly someone must have asked her how her bottom was and from a side on view for me, Bertha raised her dress to show her bottom. From the angle that I was at I got the awesome view of her from the side as she showed off her white panties hugging her curves wonderfully.
It wasn’t long after that when I sought Bertha out to tell her that I thought that what she did was really hot. Hey, look, I’m a spanko and I know what I like. It reminded me of the first time that I played with Pixie, when, after spanking her, the giddy girl ran to the mirror, flipped her skirt up and looked at her red bottom whilst grinning from ear to ear.
The whole day went by where I thought no more about it. Okay, the image may have flashed through my mind once or twice, but that was it. It was only when I went to bed that night did something strike me, and as tired as I was it was like I had just had a shot of espresso. My devilish mind started to work overtime and I began to devise a plan. This wasn’t something that I discussed with Bertha, and I was taking a big chance with being overly presumptuous, but I had a feeling that this would work, and from my conversations with her that weekend I also felt that this was something that she would enjoy.
The thoughts in my head were this “Naughty little girl, flashing her panties to the boys like that. Why I ought to spank her for that”
Now a couple of weeks ago I had seen the class rosters for the Boardwalk Academy for girls, so I knew Bertha was in one of my classes during the schoolgirl academy, I actually remembered it because her name was one of the few where I was asking Jules just who these girls were. Which of the three classes she was actually in I had no idea, but I did know that she was on the roster.
As Kor-E and I did our pre class run through the wicked thoughts ran through my mind once again. We had 45 girls to cater to, but I was going to give one of them a little extra attention. If what I had in mind worked, it could be something that she remembers for quite a while.
As a gag I had put a “Naughty chair” sticker on one of the chairs in the front of the class, basically it was for the unlucky girl in each class who couldn’t see it when she sat down, and to provide giggles to all of the girls sat behind her. Not in Bertha’s case mind you. When she walked in with her classmates she was already looking frightened and her mouth opened as I met her entering, telling all of the girls to find an empty seat but stopping Bertha and saying “Not you, Bertha, you sit right there”. She did not look like a happy camper.
I was feeling wicked and I had a plan to enforce. I asked Bertha to stand up and from the look in her eyes I knew that I was going to make this work, after all, I had planned it all the night before.
When I invest myself into something I go all out with all of the little idiosyncrasies that can make a scene special. If it is important to me then I want to make it equally as important to the person I am playing with. Everything that I did that morning from the moment Bertha arrived was deliberate, every single thing.
Bertha was standing at the head of the class facing forwards, just as I had planned for her to do. I walked behind her and addressed the rest of the class as she looked away from me, making sure that I didn’t use Bertha by name, just talking about her in the third party. I’m not going to lie, I was getting a kick out of watching her looking at the floor and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as I sternly spoke about what I had to say to the class. Now I don’t remember it word for word, but this is the general gist of what I had to say.
“Hello ladies, and welcome to your geography class. Now one girl in particular has not gotten off to a very good start already. Just yesterday, during orientation, I observed this particular naughty girl doing something egregious on her very first day.
Do you know that I observed one girl in this very class flashing her panties to the boys yesterday? Now, that particular girl has earned herself a private detention with me after class”
At this point I started to head towards Bertha to enforce my plan of arriving at her feet to deliver my final line, the timing had to be perfect.
“So, as this girl likes to flash her panties to the boys, she should have no problem flashing them to me in detention when I take her over my knee…….”
I arrived in front of her at her feet with perfect timing
“And I give her a GOOD. SOUND. SPANKING”
It couldn’t have turned out better if I tried. The final three words were drawn out individually and I could almost hear her whimper. The little that I could see of her face was bright red as she looked at her feet. As I backed up I added “You can sit down now, Bertha”
I watched Bertha sit down and without a word of a lie, she looked petrified. She wouldn’t look at me, she just stared straight past me with her mouth open and she genuinely appeared scared. Her heart must have been going ten to the dozen. The thought even crossed my mind “I hope that she doesn’t start crying”
As I continued the lesson with Mr. K I kept my eye on Bertha and her expression changed very little, she still had the look of a scared girl on her face and it was almost like she was trying to digest every single word that I had said. I really felt like fist pumping the air, it worked out way better than I hoped it would. In fact it was near perfection, the look on her face is something that I won’t forget in a hurry I can assure you, in my dreams I had hoped for that response and I got more than I had hoped for.
What was really cool was during the spanking portions of the class. Due to our positions, Mr. K had to spank his girls in front of the class, which, as luck would have it, were just a few inches from Bertha each time. It is one of those little things where I wished I could have read her mind. Was she really that scared? Had my words really had a profound effect on her where everything now seemed all too real? Whatever it was, whenever Mr. K spanked a girl, Bertha looked EVERYWHERE other than at the girl being spanked. Looking at the floor, looking at her skirt, looking at her neighbor, ANYWHERE but looking at the girl being spanked. Every swat was met with a wince from Bertha. I’m not sure if her reaction was the same when I spanked a girl because I was too busy concentrating on matters at hand.
Once class was over and there were a few giggles as the girls were leaving, I stopped Bertha on the way out and said “And remember young lady, I will see you later” as I tried to maintain my stern character.
With her mouth still open and a red face she replied “Yes,sir”
Hours went by and self-doubt started to creep in. Bertha had genuinely looked scared senseless during class and I started to question myself as to whether or not I had overdone it. After all,this was her first big party and the last thing that I wanted to do was actually scare her for real. There will be plenty of time for that later.
The first person that I saw at the banquet that night was her roommate, DragonEmrys. I pestered her to make sure that Bertha wasn’t genuinely scared and Emmy assured me that she was fine. Pandy joined in the conversation and not long after I saw Bertha arrive. While it may be a scene killer I had to make sure that she was okay, and while my words had still resonated with her, she assured me that she was fine, that what happened was scary, but it was a good scary. Once I found that out I also reminded her that I was serious, she had a spanking coming.
Later that night everyone was on the suite level and I bumped into Bertha a couple of times. A lot of play was going on and I was prepared to be patient and wait my time where we could dart off. Well I didn’t have to wait long before Bertha found me and she asked me if now was a good time for us to go away for a bit. Talk about being giddy, there is something really special when a girl seeks you out specifically to play.
It was scene killer time again but I had to enforce some scene rules. I like to see myself as a role model so I simply had to ensure her safety. Before starting I told Bertha that she could stop the scene at any point if she started to feel uncomfortable, and she wasn’t to hesitate if that happened. She happily agreed and then I switched into character.
This was something that I was relishing as I dragged the chair into the middle of the room. What could be better than a shaking girl feeling repentant, not wanting a spanking and submissively following my every lead? I began my opening talk with the following question “So, why have I called you here today young lady”?
This was it, I was expecting some serious squirming and I was going to milk it for all it was worth. Give me an inch and I will take a mile, scolding is one of my fortes and if I think that I can make a girl squirm then I will turn her face as red as a beet. What I got in return though was the complete opposite of what I was expecting, the complete opposite, her reply to me was “I don’t know what you are talking about”
That genuinely threw me for a loop. The last thing that I was expecting from this meek girl was resistance, petulance and combativeness. It took me a minute to get my game plan back on focus and she had me stumbling on my words for a little while there. It was just beginning though, little did I know that I was literally going to have to spank a confession out of this little sprite.
It was like Bertha had planned this just as much as I did, even when I took her over my knee and I started spanking her. There was no way that she was going to say why I was spanking her.
Now you know that there are certain things that I find aesthetically pleasing, but I do have to say this. When I lifted Bertha’s skirt and starting spanking her on her cotton panties as she pounded her fists into the carpet (Yes, she really did this!! It is the little things you know) there wasn’t an image that could have topped it.
Want to know what I was dealing with? This should give you an idea.
“Now Bertha, why are you being spanked right now”?
“Because my skirt came up and YOU were looking at my panties and YOU didn’t like it”
Believe me, if this was someone who I spank frequently that had said that, I would have bared them right there and then and I would have spanked their bottom bright red with no further questions asked. What a brat!!
The first thing that I had done when I arrived in Atlantic City was to put a special hairbrush on the dresser and it was going to stay there until I used it for the purpose that I intended it for. Due to Bertha’s behavior however, that time had been moved up to NOW. This was the first time that I was playing with her though so I wasn’t going to spring this on someone all of a sudden.
Without breaking character I wanted to make sure that this was something that Bertha was okay with, so I said to her “If you don’t answer me, Bertha, I am going to get that hairbrush on the dresser and I’m going to spank you with it”
The game continued and she continued to play innocent, just a flat out refusal to acknowledge why she was being spanked. So I had given her the warning with no response, and now it was time to let her know that I was serious. If she answered me then I knew that she didn’t want the hairbrush, but if she resisted me then it was telling me that she was okay with it.
“This is your final chance, Bertha, you either tell me why I am spanking you or I am going to take that hairbrush to your bare bottom right now”
Silence!! Just an air of willfulness lingering around the room. Right, that was it.
I stood Bertha up and as she rubbed her bottom I went and got the hairbrush. She had been fairly warned and now she was going to get the hairbrush, and unfortunately for her it is a pretty mean hairbrush.
Now I can’t remember if I spanked her over her panties with the brush first, or whether I went straight to the bare. The image that I do remember is applying the hairbrush to her bare bottom.
The hairbrush was very effective!! It didn’t take long before Bertha told me why I was spanking her, it didn’t take long at all, but if she thought that the spanking was over she was clearly mistaken. I’m pretty sure that I had told her that her spanking would begin once she told me why she was being spanked.
Okay, so that wasn’t exactly true. After all, I had this little mite over my knee for ages already so I could hardly start over from the beginning. I did however make sure that I gave her quite a healthy dose of the brush on her bare bottom before I was done. That was the point where we had genuine squirming and writhing as the brush repetitively bounced off her bottom.
Even though we had been there for a while it seemed like the scene was over far too soon. Realistically I shouldn’t have felt that way because for me the scene had started more than 24 hours before we actually played. It was one of those scenes that I strive for though, an idea in my mind that turned out to be way better than I could have hoped for. The moment that I told Bertha to sit in the chair that I had designed with her in mind, the game had begun. If I could bottle up the way that she acted as I scolded her in front of the whole class then I think I would be the happiest man in the world. Though, the look on her face when I told her that she could sit down after I scolded her was as priceless as could be, a genuine look of a girl who has just realized that she really is in trouble, it was perfection. All in all the game had been played for about 14 hours in total.
After the spanking and the hugs I had to get out my Malaysian cane, she is Asian after all. I was hinting at using it and then I just came out and asked if she wanted to try it. This was the happy part of the scene as she willingly lay over the bed for a few gentle strokes, and then it was over.
There may be other scenes down the line, that is something that I would love to discuss with Bertha at some point, and there may also come a day when I spank her for real with no games being played. If that time ever came then I think Bertha herself would tell you that it would not be a pleasant experience for her, however, it would probably be a pretty powerful one for her mind.
There are certain things in this world of ours that totally define who I am,and Bertha Mason had just given me one of them.