What Happens After The Spanking?
Apr 17, 2012 by Devlin O' Neill
I have been talking to a couple of people recently, not at the same time, about the many activities and details that go along with this thing we do, and I will share some information that I discovered during those conversations.
For starters, despite my best efforts over the past 10 or 12 years, I have not as yet communicated to everyone on the planet just how the process of spanking a girl works for me in ideal circumstances.
Not that the procedure is rocket surgery, and in most cases the physical, mechanical act of spanking a girl is quite easy and routine – on my part anyhow.
It is true that I have given numerous party spankings, attentive spankings, and other just for fun, just because spankings, but a real spanking, that is, one with a point and a purpose, is much more complicated.
Complicated does not necessarily mean difficult, but if I have a reason to spank a girl, there is a process that must be followed, and I will tell you what that is because as I said, apparently my way of spanking a girl who needs and deserves a spanking is not the universal norm, if you can imagine that.
First let me point out that the classy terms used here are not necessarily ones I came up with, nor in fact did I ever take the time to think about and label the parts of the procedure in this way, so I have someone else to thank for the succinct nomenclature.
Let us assume then that I have a reason to spank a girl. Perhaps she left the house to grab the mail from the box at the end of the driveway dressed only in a long t-shirt without even any panties on underneath, after I specifically told her not to. We will call that the transgression.
When she returns, I scold her, she makes excuses – ‘Well, I didn’t think you were serious!’ – and I spank her, and at the same time telling her off for acting so defiant, on her conveniently bare bottom. That is the punishment.
Once the sting in her bottom is sufficiently intense, or perhaps even before, since she is a smart girl, she realizes the error of her ways and says she is sorry. After another little while, when her bottom is quite a bit warmer and she has convinced me that she really is sorry, we have reached the stage called contrition.
At that point I relent, and the punishment is over, unless I decide to make sure of her contrition and put her into the corner to think about what she did. But in this instance we will accept her contrition as real, and continue to forgiveness.
When a girl does wrong and has atoned, it is imperative to forgive her, to accept her apology, and to give her, along with myself, closure, so that the episode can be relegated to the past and is no longer an issue.
And then finally, once her apology is accepted, there must be reconciliation between the two of us.
I kiss her, I cuddle her, possibly I do other sorts of conciliatory activities with her or to her. It is up to me and to her the form that the conciliation takes, but it must happen; there must be a return to the normal state of our relationship.
So there in brief, and again with some really helpful labels, is how most of my disciplinary spankings, whether literary or actual, are carried out.
In some instances, however, particularly in Corporal Idaho and other institutional writings, the forgiveness part is rather glossed over, but even in those instances there is closure, and a form of reconciliation, in that the inmate is sure at least that this particular episode is finished, and she can return to her cell, or in any case get away from Cameron’s attentions.
But on the whole, this is and always has been my pattern for spanking a girl – transgression, punishment, contrition, forgiveness, and reconciliation. That is how I learned that it should properly be done at a very early age, from very able and very loving teachers, and it stayed with me.
Because the best and perhaps the only way that anyone can really follow this pattern in spanking, is to do so with love.
That is all.
Devlin out.
I agree with you wholeheartedly,Dev. There are a whole bunch of questions that barraged my mind after this, but I won’t go into them.
You spelling it out like this, embarrassed me for some reason.
I don’t know why that is.
I can imagine that your process is not the universal norm. I have heard people talk about these other processes. I have been lucky not to have really experienced other than what you describe, because it doesn’t work for me any other way I have found. There were several times it was questionable, but these things do tend to get complicated sometimes as other forces outside the “bubble” and internal feelings and perceptions that are not spoken of sometimes interfere or make it more complicated than it really should be. Sometimes it is hard to read people too and this might throw a monkey wrench into the workings.
I know for me, it only works one way.
Thank you for sharing the way it works for you.
Dev, good evening.
Most useful and succinct.
I wish this sort of advice had been around when I started out.
Warm
Paul.
Thank you, Bree. As you said, this is my personal model, and not universal truth. Not yet anyway.
And thank you, Paul. Most times we have to live it to learn it, though.
What happens after the spanking?
More spanking!
Yes, yes.
Very, very sweet, Dev, like you.
Pygmalion, did you stop reading after the spanking part? There is contrition and forgiveness, for heaven’s sake. You should maybe reread it.
I’ll bet the mailman drives veerrrry slowly down your street, Dev.
Scarlet, thanks very much, and I think Pygmalion was channelling Monty Python –
(Terry Jones) “And what do we burn, apart from witches?”
(Eric Idle) “More witches!”
I hadn’t noticed the mail truck’s speed, but now you mention it I should probably pay attention to that, and perhaps give him a meaningful glare at some point. :waits:
Wow, Dev, you got some naughty girls in your world. It must be that tropical heat that would drive a girl to walk all the way down the long driveway to the mailbox in just a tshirt! What if she dropped her key and had to bend over to retrieve it???
Of course, it’s all subjective, isn’t it. I mean some tshirts are longer than some dresses, right? It wouldn’t be a transgression if she were properly covered.
I have never disputed that first assertion, Cindy, but I don’t think it’s the heat so much as the humidity that makes girls naughty here. And as far as dropping her key, as Scarlet mentioned, I expect that’s just what the mailman is hoping for.
However, Ms. Barrackslawyer Hairsplitter, even assuming that your, er, her tshirt reached to the ankles, if I said not to and she did it anyway, it’s still a transgression. I hope that is perfectly clear, young lady. :waits:
Perfectly!
Hmm, Dev, assuming you have not been swapping notes with BBH, your five point spanking guide is uncannily familiar
Luckily we do not, generally, have mailboxes over here, although answering the door to DHL can have similar unpleasant repercussions!
Very well then.
How do you know I haven’t?
Okay, really I haven’t had direct contact, but I’m sure if you showed him this he would say something along the lines of, “Well yeah. We all know that.” And we do, we certain Tops that is. 
Although I expect the DHL guys, and gals come to that, often get an eyeful at the front door.
Dev, are you asking Cindy not to go out to her mailbox in only a t-shirt? She seems quite perturb about not doing that for some reason. That is the only reason why I am asking.
Cindy, your mailbox is where exactly? Do you have to take the jeep to get to your mailbox? That could be interesting, but then again there is no one around you for miles, so how could that be a problem.
Yup, something along the lines of “stating the obvious”, when unfortunately it doesn’t seem to be the case everywhere. Although all parts lead to the whole, the reconciliation finale is, to me, the completion. Preferably with chocolate and Mohitos but life can’t always be perfect!
As for DHL, I sometimes wonder if they deliberately deliver to our house at unsociable hours. Somewhere along the lines of…”hey, this parcel’s from Cyber-Jammies, let’s see if we can catch her wearing them?”.
Are you saying that it is wrong to answer the door in ones PJ’s????
Apparently!
Ohhh, Pygmalion was doing his Monty Python imitation. Thank goodness he just doesn’t enjoy endless spanking!
I have heard of a woman who used to order deliveries made to her home from restaurants, etc, and would purposely answer the door in the altogether. I think she was supposed to be on medication, only she wasn’t. Or maybe she was hoping for a spanking. That could have been it, too.
OMG!
Humidity? That just makes me sleepy. 
I am actually really good 
then as I am half asleep. Although, I have been known to be grouchier 
when it is too humid. I might even decide to turn the A/C up to infinity under such duress. 
Ok. Maybe I am not really that good when it is humid.
I don’t even have a mailbox, bree! i get my mail at the post office like a civilized person. Yeah, I’m up there with the old guys every morning chewing the fat, waiting for ole Mikey to sort the mail into our boxes.
Dev’s just makin fun of me.
i think she was hoping for something! or maybe she was just confused>
dd, I am saying, all of us are saying, that reconciliation is the ultimate goal, although the path to that also is necessary. And as far as chocolate and Mohitos, well, that will depend on the Top’s mood, and just how contrite you have convinced him you are.
Jay, it depends on how brief or see-through the PJs are, doncha know.
Is it cooler for you today?
Much better thank you, Cindy.
Cindy, I never would make fun of you.
I would however insist that you put pants on to go get ice down the hall at the hotel, in case you did drop your key card in front of the door on the way back, and heaven knows who might have seen you bend over to retrieve it, and you not wearing any panties at all, for pity’s sakes! So no one could possibly fault me for spanking you if you did that, could they?
I mean, if that had happened, I mean.
Um. Just FYI. In case anyone wondered about that.
Well then, you can’t just go THERE in a t-shirt then. You would interfere with the correct distribution of the U.S. mail. Mr. Smith would get Mr. Adams mail and so forth.
Should it be necessary to retrieve a key card outside a hotel door, one can always crouch down to collect it, modesty preserved. Bending over, is only a Top’s idea!
Dev, I can’t imagine that ever happening.
Well, unless the A/C broke and the girl was overheated and needed to fill the bath tub with ice to cool herself down. 
Or,more probably,confused the poor delivery boy!
that was my arguement as well, dd.
A girl bends over to collect something she has just dropped. It’s a totally natural reaction, and quite universal. She doesn’t think about her bare behind showing until it’s too late. Just saying.
This is probably why she wasn’t taking her medication anymore. “But judge I tried getting back on my medication and have it delivered many times, but the delivery boy always ran
and didn’t leave me the package.”
I often do a Monty Python imitation. It goes well with this Gentleman Top ethos I’ve tried to cultivate: arbitrary, but with a deep strand of meaning running through; random, the only truly fair system; encouraging of chaos but then abruptly slamming the rules back into place for my own amusement.
Yes, yes. Yes.
Oh, and spanking. Upon the bottom.
YES SHE DOES!
She always thinks about it, she has to!
That’s universal!
I noticed that about you Pygmalion – the encouraging of chaos part.
Forgiveness and reconciliation, that is closure and love, which makes all the difference. Sweet, very sweet, Dev.
For in confusion, there is profit.
Also, the ladies sometimes forget their undergarments when they’re in a rush. Or going to get ice instead of just ordering it up. I haven’t stayed at many American hotels, maybe that’s not an option.
…or perhaps they don’t want room service to see what (or who?) they’re getting up to.
How do you forget to put your knickers on?
Same as everybody else: One leg at a time.
I am not so sure, girls. I think if a Top’s chain is in yanking distance, some universal laws are laughed at by naughty girls. Just saying.
Dev, have you ever witnessed such a mooning before?
Oh, Dev! You are so suspiciously universal.
Dev, has some naughty girl(s) actually done this to you?
Absolutely they have, and on many occasions, you bet!
You sound very happy about it. I bet they provided relief for itching palm syndrome.
You had better believe it, young lady.
Top: Did I tell you not to do that?
Bottom: “Confusion is the welcome mat at the door of creativity.”
Top:“The attempt and not the deed confounds us.”
Bottom: That doesn’t surprise me, since you are so confused there should be no spanking then.
“Confusion now hath made her masterpiece and her deserved escape from any disciplinary actions.”
A mighty cheer grows and lingers sweetly above the crowd and wafts in a fragrant perfume toward the Victoress. She curtsies demurely (which by the way involves no bending over) to her loyalists and smiles graciously in return.
I daresay it isn’t prevalent, though. Otherwise I would have seen this going on in the halls of my hotels where I have stayed in the past. Maybe it only happens more often in Florida. Which brings us back to the heat and humidity point.
Thank you very much, Mindy.
I like to refer my offensives as simple indescrections, it sounds better.
I don’t often get the cuddling afterwards and certainly never chocolate. 
I like the way you broke this down Dev, you made it so simple that even a Top should be able to follow it.
You WHAT? :waits:
Do I need to use smaller words?
hehheheheheheh
I missed you, kaki
That will do, young lady.
The
goes for both of you, btw. 
Kaki Anne! You’re back!
So, Charley let you out of the
cornerchores?I wonder if there’s a spanking coming up.
I need some entertainment. Feeling
after sending folks off 
.
Oh, Mindy! Your folks have gone home? I’m sorry. I know you will miss them. You are so lucky you got to have them come stay with you. Maybe they will be able to come back soon. Do they go stay with your sisters too?
You will have to be satisfied with spanking that has gone before, Mindy, unless you want to be next. I can oblige if you like.
But meanwhile, I know what you mean about the whole 
family thing. 
Goodnight, everyone. Sweet dreams.
:lamb: 
Sweet dreams, Dev.
Sorry for the damper. I thought I’ve gotten to used to their coming and going but somehow I’m feeling
this time. They’ve gone back home to where my sisters are. They’ll be back in about five months. Something to look forward to. 
I am a sucker for literary repartee. It oft distracts me from my goal, viz.: Bottom.
Indeed, I think the secret to a stable relationship is mutually assured confusion.
Will someone come to my house and unpack all my things? I hate this part. Pygmalion was gone for months and I bet he didn’t come home with all this stuff.
I know people who come home from trips and immediately unpack. I don’t understand those people.
I love the way you describe this, Dev, especially the last bit.
Maybe we should write a list for you of what NOT to shop for on these trips.
Thanks very much, Alice. The last bit is very important, yes.
But how would I know what they had until I got there? There would be tons of stuff not on the list. Where would I be then, huh?
And don’t say that I shouldn’t buy what I don’t need. That would just be ridiculous.
Cindy, i just keep stuff in my car until i feel like dealing with it. There are always shopping bags, and really, if you leave them in the car until Roman’s not home and then you find them after days and days have gone by, it is the most exciting discovery! It’s like buying them all over again, and often they come in so handy…a new blouse still folded in tissue that has the prettiest buttons, and just when you thought you had nothing to wear!
Sometimes there’s also a leftover salad or half of a diet Coke, but I find that’s all part of he excitement of exploring. Yesterday I was cleaning out protein bar wrappers from this little compartment by the driver’s seat, and I found my pearl earrings! i didn’t even know they were missing!
I knew we were sisters!
Women’s cars and women’s purses. Where no man dares to tread.
Smart men, at any rate.
I came back with my carry-on bag.
there was no damper, Mindy. It’s ok to talk about missing your folks. You guys have taught me it’s pretty much ok to talk about anything on here.
You’ll get back into your regular rhythm in no time.
And 5 months is nothing! They’ll be back before you know it.
That’s typical. I don’t even come back from the mailbox with my carry-on bag. I do however, wear pants.
Pygmalion, if you came back with your carry on bag, then that means you brought the Goddess of the House something small and sparkly. Good for you!
Like you are SUPPOSED to. The pants, I mean.
I thought the same thing, scarlet. Precious gems don’t take up a lot of space. Not like, say, a lifesize figure of a squirrel carved from ivory.
Even a TWO year old know enough to put pants on when she goes out amongst the living!
Small and sparkly makes the best presents, Scarlet!
BBH came back with carry on luggage, I had to unpack a few things at the airport and shove it into the jnr’s luggage and his carry on to get the weight down! He was actually very pleased with my ingenuity as he was expecting excess luggage charges again (ok, moving a kilo of chocolate to hand luggage helped here). He’s not so pleased with the credit card bill, but one can’t have everything
Would love to say I’d completed the laundry but mud and jet lag don’t mix.
Cindy, why would one want a life size ivory squirrel? I have too many real life ones living in our garden, digging up bulbs and chewing through lighting wire.
So why did you …? Oh never mind.
dd, I think it may take you a week or two to catch up on vacation laundry with a houseful of people to take care of. Your jet didn’t go through mud, did it?
Cause that’s the kind of thing I’d try to bring home from a trip. Or furniture. Or suits of armour.
just sayin.
I wondered about the mud too. Anyway, glad you are back, dd, and hope you had a wonderful time. And of course one would never abandon a kilo of chocolate. That would be so wrong.
Why did I what, Dev? Yank your chain?
I would stand there and eat it on the spot.
Or live monkeys, Cindy. Or rocks. I often pick up stones and rocks and shells wherever I’m walking, and fill my pockets with them. Then I have to leave most of them behind in hotel rooms, because honestly, how many rocks do you really want to put in your suitcase?
Chocolate!?
Yeah, that too.
She carried her own bag.
It was unsweetened chocolate, for brownies, which is almost impossible to get in the UK, so eating it was not a great option!
Salt spits, forests, beaches, cycle trails, hay barns and hen houses may not be my favourite holiday occupations, but certain members of the household forget their great years and enjoy them! Hence MUD!
Yeah, that would be totally impossible. Unsweetened chocolate is unpalatable. The hay barns and hen houses do tend to evoke memories for some of us.
I thought you were a gentleman, Pygmalion! I hope she only had a wheel-on and that you carried it up the stairs for her!
Scarlet and Cindy, be assured that pebbles, shells and pine cones made it back with us. I also managed to add in my usual supply of pottery and kitchen items and two (smallish) totem poles the younger imp declared were indespensable.
Dev, in this instance they were full of baby chicks (for those who care, unlikely became lucky by the end of our stay) and hay! Nothing like your wallpaper!
Have just been informed that I am not sleeping enough to get over 36 hours awake and an 8 hour time difference, so must hop it! Goodnight everyone, thanks for welcoming me back
the mud is on the clothes! Gosh, don’t you guys ever get off pavement? Scarlet, I know you do, you traipse through the woods!
Yeah, and unwashed seashells,even in a ziplock bag, tend to make everything else in the bag smell not very good. Can’t really ever get the smell out of the bag either.
darn it, I just wanted to ask dd why there isn’t unsweetened chocolate in the UK. Seems like something they would have brought from China back in the 1700′s. I wonder if they lost it?
Mindy, five months will fly by. You will just have to hang around here more often and get in trouble. You will be very helpful now that you have the keys to Uncle Dev’s car.
Hate to admit it but I start unpacking and have the washer going the minute we walk in the door coming home from vacation, usually for four people for two weeks. I don’t have the room for all those suitcases all over.
Good morning, Jay! Sounds like you need coffee!
Wanna drive Uncle Dev’s red Chevy?
I’m with you on the laundry. If the weather is clear, I’ll be loading the washing machine once I’m back from a vacation.
Anyone caught driving Uncle Dev’s red Chevy without permission is going to have trouble sitting down for a while. Just FYI. :waits:
Ah, the key is not to get caught.
Yanno, I was absolutely sure someone was going to say that, Mindy, but I would have bet on its being Kaki.
Just feeling cheeky.
I’m sure she would have said it first if she saw it before I did.
^Mindy, I made a spare set, let’s go drag racing.
^
I can make sitting uncomfortable for two of you almost as easily as one. Just saying.
vbroom vbroom!
Oops, he’s still around.
I went back to bed
Well, I won’t be driving the Chevy, so guess I’m safe there.
Scarlet, I have absolutely no idea why we have no unsweetened chocolate over here. You can get 100% cocoa, which is bitter chocolate, but sooo expensive, and you would not make Brownies with it! I think the rellies loaded me up with it to avoid postage costs!
Ave you guys ever seen this???
http://realdoll.com/
Ick! Cindy, why would we want t?
they look so real!
They’re FASCINATING!
And they’re $6,000. I was reading the Testimonials. One guy has 5 of them! I guess they’d be cheaper than wives.
They have boy dolls too. I got real excited for a minute. But I don’t think they are for what I thought they were for.
Really? I didn’t think they were nasty so much as just…. odd, I guess.
Do the boy dolls wash the dishes, pick up the kids, do the laundry, walk the dang dog, mow the lawn, empty the trash annnnnnnnnnnnd cook dinner!!?
I don’t know! But I bet if we asked them to, they would.
Ewww
My guess is, they were real boys and they opted for life as dolls so they wouldn’t have to take out trash, mow lawns, etc.
I guess I’m the only one who’s fascinated with these things.
Cindy, I remember seeing something similar on a show (? one of the CSI series) once. The doll does look real.
To modify my initial reaction: For them what like such things, good for them, who am I to judge? …just don’t put it in my house, because I’ll freak out if I rounded a corner and saw one of those in the dark.
With a knife Nooooooooo—
Now, if it were a dog butler? That’s just classy.
With a knife And forkkkkkkkkkkk—
At least the boy dolls don’t have to buy every electronic gadget and gizmo that comes on the market or any other costly toys.
(they are a little wierd though)
What happens after the spanking is generous amounts of aloe vera…..and rubs/strokes…..and kisses and cuddles….and “what a good subbie I have”….and “next time we shall have you touching your toes for 12 strokes.”
Kaki, I’m sure you don’t mean anything derogatory about real live boys, right?
And there you are, Jay – different households, different customs.
Yup yup Professor. Clearly Tony is much much stricter than you.
I like the idea of the dog butler.
Every house needs a dog butler.
Oh, no, Dev, you know me better than that. Being derogatory would be almost like being disrespectful and I would never do that.
My dogs said
I think my Jerry would make a fine butler. Golden Retrievers just live to serve.
Kaki, have you tried bribing them to bring you the paper or your shoes?
Chihuahuas live to bite people’s ankles.
Only dog that ever bit me was a chihuahua. Twice. I thought the first time was a mistake. It wasn’t.
Did you have fun in town yesterday?
Is this a case of “their bite is worse than their bark”?
no, their bark is pretty annoying too, Mindy!
Chihuahuas are awful little dogs. No one should get one, unless they have endless patience. They are also adorable, devoted, intensely loyal and absolutely in love with their owners. It’s the rest of the world they don’t like.
Yes, had a fabulous day yesterday. Have been on the
all week.
I hope it’s easing off now.
They are indeed devoted to their owners/ And everyone who owns them adores them. All dogs like me. A lot. I told a dog last week that he was the friendliest person in that antique store. He was an English Bulldog and I would have dognapped him in a second. Chihuahuas never like me.
Yes, those small little creatures are quite yappy – loud and high-pitched too. I used to stay in an apartment and there was this chihuahua that just wouldn’t stop barking.
Cindy, the dog that bit my sister when I bumped her elbow was a chihuahua. He alwasy growled at us kids but loved my mom. I had a long haired chihuahua that was sweet, he loved everyone. It seems they either want to attack everyone (except their owner) or they love everyone, there is no middle with them.
My Jack Russell lives to eat and chase birds, squirrels, bunnies and nip me when he is excited.
Yeah, JR’s can just snap with abandon! They can be really grouchy, as we’ve talked about before. I woke up in the middle of the night laughing about your sister and the dog. I woke my room mate up and then had to tell her the story. We both got to giggling and the girls next door heard us. That is the best story.
Retrievers got a bark that can make your ears bleed, Mindy. They can get really shrill. There’s some dogs that are fun to listen to when they bark. Beagles are cool, so are basset hounds. Coon hounds make the neatest sound then they bark. In fact, all hounds have a deep baritone bark.
He had to get a shot today and started growling at the vet and nipped at her elbow for the second shot. I never had a dog do that before, they usually are submissive at the vet’s. Nothing submissive about this dog.
Ha ha, whom does your jack russell take after? Charley or you?
One day my dog Rinny will show all of your dogs how to be a dog.
Until then, goodnight, all and have a pleasant tomorrow.
Sweet dreams, Dev!
Well Mindy, it’s hard to say, I do like to bite sometimes but the JR is very Toppy with the female dog we have. He takes things off her and snips at her. I would have to say he is more like Charley. Ha ha
I’ve been typing on my laptop the past two days without my mouse. I hate using the touch thingy on the laptop. I think I will be going out the store tomorrow for a new one.
The round knob-like thingy is difficult to use. The touch pad is better.
Your JR is very toppy. He must have been learning from Charley. You must let him watch your spanking or he’ll be picking that up too!
I think all the rest of the girls are sound asleep.