About twelve months ago, my partner Cheryl and I decided to get involved in private spanking parties, usually consisting of three or four couples meeting at someone's house. At first we were a little nervous, but after our host turned his bratty wife over his knee pulled down her pants and reddened her rear, we knew we were amongst friends. It still amazes me how willingly people will bare their bottoms in front of relative strangers!

Recently, we met a couple called Frank and Karen and hit it off straight away. Like us, they were quite new to parties so I guess that helped. There was a kind of instant connection that was very comfortable. Since that first meeting we've played regularly at each other's homes and even go to bars and clubs together.

Frank is a tall, muscular guy, reserved but with a friendly manner. His wife Karen on the other hand, is the complete opposite. She's a small, fiery, green eyed little minx with a mischievous sense of humor and a full firm bottom that can take the best of my hand, hairbrush or paddle. Sometimes all three! While it's usually the girls who do the kicking over one of our laps, they do have their special "naughty boy" nights when it's Frank and me who have to take some enthusiastic and hard spankings from them. They certainly do their best to get their own back!

Like I said, we favor using hand, hairbrush and paddle. But occasionally Cheryl, who has what I'd call armour plated buns, will make it plain that she's in the mood to take some licks from Frank's wide leather strap. This is reserved for when she indicates to him that she's been particularly naughty or disrespectful.

There's always a kind of electricity when it happens. Karen and I will settle quietly in a corner and watch as Frank orders her to fetch his strap from the bedroom. Glaring defiantly she stomps off returning with the leather. Frank's strap is a single piece of black leather about 15 inches long, maybe two inches wide, thick and very supple. He claims that it's an old Irish school strap like they used years ago. After giving a poutingly defiant Cheryl a lecture on her recent "poor behavior," he'll order her to bend over the back of the couch.

With her cute ass stuck up in the air, Frank pulls down her shorts or lifts her dress and lowers her panties to her knees. Standing to the side, he takes aim by patting her butt a few times before raising the strap high and bringing it down with a loud crack across her bare bottom. It makes quite an impressive noise (as does Cheryl!) when it connects and wraps itself around her firm cheeks. It looks fearsome, but Frank wields it with considerable skill and applies it to only the fleshiest part of Cheryl's bottom. She can usually take about a dozen, by which time her rear is glowing nicely and she's ready to do the dance!

At first I assumed that Karen would like me to strap her also, but she explained that she didn't really like the belt or any kind of strap, so naturally I respected her wishes. I'm not complaining, I prefer to feel a bare bottom bouncing under my hand. And when I have the sassy Karen wriggling and kicking over my knee, a long stay for a well smacked bottom is a certainty!

Frank for his part is always considerate and respectful when spanking Cheryl. She gets a kick from his stern; almost old fashioned manner that makes her feel like a naughty niece about to get her bottom paddled by a strict uncle. She likes that kind of thing and has a tale about a real uncle of hers that maybe she'll share with your readers someday!

As well as our spanking nights, the girl's will often get together for coffee and a chat at each other's homes. This is how Cheryl and I discovered something that has been on our minds since. Something that maybe you'd pass an opinion on?

One day about two weeks ago Cheryl called to visit Karen. As they headed off to the kitchen, she noticed that Karen appeared to be walking rather stiffly and seemed to be in some discomfort as she sat on a chair when the coffee was made. Jokingly, she asked if Frank had been exercising his paddle the night before. Karen hesitated a little but then said no not the paddle, his belt. This surprised Cheryl, as we both knew of Karen's apparent dislike of belts and straps. Apparently it came from childhood experiences when her dad used a belt on her for real punishment. Karen seemed a little reluctant to talk at first but my wife who was a little concerned about the amount of discomfort she was in managed to coax the story out of her.

It seems that Frank straps his wife on occasion when he feels that she "deserves" it. It's for real and he doesn't hold back. To be fair, I should point out that Karen accepts her "belt whippin" as she describes it as something that she "earns". I don't really understand that, but it can be because she runs out of money before the end of the month, overspends on credit cards, that sort of thing.

In response to Cheryl's probing about how hard a whipping she gets, Karen offered to show her. She stood up, lowered her jeans and panties and showed Cheryl her bare bottom. According to my wife it was lined with thick red weals and swollen. It looked so painful that she insisted on putting some soothing lotion on it. Karen said sure and realizing that Cheryl was rather shocked, explained that she consented to the whipping and thought it was Franks "right" to do it. She said it kept her in line and established limits of behavior, like when she was younger.

While respecting Karen's "choice" Cheryl was unconvinced and told her that if I ever attempted to really "punish" her, she'd walk out on me! She knows I never would of course. We don't play that way.

Don't get me wrong; we've had some pretty intense and hard spanking sessions in the past where both girls have been the owners of some genuinely sore butts, but this was beyond that. There was no play, no hugs and no warmth. Frank strapped his wife as a real punishment for supposed infractions, and Karen seemed to think that was ok.

I'm sorry, but to me it seems over the top and I doubt very seriously that whipping someone with a belt can bring about an effective change in their habits or behavior, only maybe through fear.

I hope you don't mind me introducing a "serious" topic but I just wondered what your opinion was about real spanking punishment for adults. Frank and Karen are good friends and as such we accept what they are, but if I'm being honest it makes me a little uncomfortable. We have a lot of fun together and don't interfere with what they do in their private lives. It's not our business right? Karen seems content enough with the way things are and they appear to be a very happy couple. It's just given us some pause for thought. I'm no psychologist but is this Karen "re-living" her childhood?

Ok, so I also want to say that we love your stories, letters and pictures on the website. I dream of spanking the bare bottoms of Francesca and Angel who are my favorite "naughty" girls. Cheryl? Well she has had a "hankerin" over Vinnie ever since she saw "Disciplined Down on the Farm!" She's a real naughty girl Vinnie, and very very defiant. She'd love to be spanked by Vinnie one day.

Take care and best wishes to all at Pacific Force.

Cheryl and David