This is the story of my second meeting with D, [a 4’10 curvy nurse who wanted to be disciplined](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/53kpnh/mf_the_curvy_nurse_got_spanked_story_1_of_3/). This time, we were going to meet at D’s apartment, and I was going to spank her for real.
Let me state up front that I wasn’t actually disciplining her for doing anything wrong. We didn’t know each other well enough for that. But I told her that I could use all the language that comes with being disciplined, without mentioning any wrongdoing. That worked for her. I also told her that there would be no swearing, or else she *would* be punished for that; she agreed to this stipulation. (I don’t care about swearing, but in a situation like this I felt it was appropriate.)
When D answered the door, she was wearing pajamas — a short-sleeved top and thin shorts. I feel like this is useful information. We chatted a bit and petted her cat, and I asked if she wanted me to show her the implements I brought. She didn’t. She was pretty darn nervous, and I get that, but I did my best to make her feel comfortable – hugs, hand-holding, talking quietly before we started. I also reminded her that swearing would get her mouth washed out, and while she was taking a shower I prepared the piece of ginger I’d use for her figging.
But eventually she couldn’t stall anymore.
Since this was discipline, not a fun spanking, I upbraided her for her behavior (nonspecified “bad” things she did) and reminded her what happens when she acts up. Then it was time to actually spank her.
I started with my hand on the seat of her shorts – thin pajama shorts, nothing underneath. As you know, I spank very hard, and since I was disciplining her I didn’t hold back at all. She got three sets of ten swats, and her leg kicked up a bit during the latter two. She was definitely feeling it.
Then I reminded her that bad girls get spanked on their bare bottoms. I lowered her shorts, and her backside was already quite pink, with a red line that I’m not sure how she got – probably the fabric against her skin or something.
She got at least 50 more spanks with my hand in sets of ten and twenty, and by the end of that, she was hurting quite a bit and had mottled marks from where I spanked her.
Then I switched to the hairbrush, which went WHOP! against her ass at full intensity. She was NOT happy, to say the least. I gave her the swats hard and fast – first ten, then another ten, and then we paused for me to continue lecturing her. I actually did lecture her throughout the whole thing, but the content isn’t really germane. Suffice it to say it was the kind of lecture that bad girls get when they misbehave.
Now it was time to really punish her. Now it was time for me to land twenty hard, fast spanks on her rapidly-bruising backside. She pushed up, she kicked, but even though D is a curvy, strong woman, I was able to hold her in place. At the time, I had her over my left leg with her upper body on the bed; I was able to put my right leg over her calves and hold her in place that way for the next twenty. And the next. She was definitely well-spanked at this point, and clutching her pillow. She wasn’t crying, but she was getting the message.
We talked a bit more, and I told her she’d get ten more swats. I made these just as hard, but slower, and I aimed lower, right at her sit-spots. Afterward, I found one bruise (of many) on the crease of her left leg (where bottom meets thigh) that was a lovely purple color. She whimpered, but held herself in place.
When that part was over, I hugged her, rubbed her a bit, checked in, and then [sent her to the corner](https://eroshare.com/i/lgnke39i). I don’t make corner time easy — she had to have her hands on her head, and not be leaning, talking, or squirming around. I only kept her there for about four minutes, since it was our first time.
Earlier, she’d used a swear word, and I always give one warning. But as we talked about the belt, which was coming next, she swore again. I marched her to the kitchen, put some dish soap on my fingers, and rubbed it on her tongue. Then I had her bend over the sink and I swatted her bottom several times with my hand – hard swats, aimed low. Her legs kicked, but she stayed in position.
After a minute or so, I let D wash out her mouth and have some milk to eliminate the taste. I hugged her, told her I didn’t want to do that again, and after a few moments I brought her back to her room.
We tried the belt, but D was a little too afraid of it – which is fair – so she only got a few moderate licks with it [before I moved on](https://eroshare.com/i/r1e6cng3).
The last phase of a disciplinary spanking, for me, is either the spoon or the paddle. Since D was already pretty bruised, I decided to forgo paddling her and just use the spoon. In fact, I had bought a new spoon the day before just for her. I should’ve stuck to my old reliable ones, because after about 15 swats – ten hard and slow, and five fast – it snapped in half. We got a good laugh out of that.
But never let it be said that I let something like that stop me. I picked up the hairbrush and used it instead. When she felt that first impact, she knew that this was going to be the most awful part of the spanking.
I gave her about 40 more swats with the hairbrush, in groups of two or three, POP-POP-POP in the same spot, then POP-POP-POP in a different spot. She was already bruised before, but now she had oval marks that were lighter in the middle, and she was just on the verge of tears.
One final check-in, and then I told her she’d be getting ten more swats with the brush. These were the hardest of all, aimed low, and she kicked and squirmed but I kept her in place until the last one was done.
Now she was dry-crying, but [her discipline was done](https://eroshare.com/i/kg2bu9yy).
I put D on my lap and held her close, kissing her shoulder and telling her she was a good girl, that it was all over. I had her lie down and I rubbed her bottom a bit.
But we weren’t *quite* done. Because I still had [that piece of ginger](https://eroshare.com/i/q6x3xrn5), and she was going to experience that too. I had her get up on her knees with her backside in the air – which, by the way, was extremely bruised, covered in red and purple – and then spread her open and started inserting the ginger. The piece I cut was no longer than my middle finger and only a little wider, but it was still difficult to get in all the way – especially since you can’t use lube during a figging (which I warned D about). [She took it, though,](https://eroshare.com/i/kl6cb6up) and then I had her lie down on her tummy. I set a ten-minute timer, then joined her on the bed so we could chat.
After five minutes, the burning was up to a 6 on the pain meter. At eight minutes, she was up to an eight. At nine minutes, a nine. Just to be sadistic, I took hold of the end of the ginger plug and moved it around. That kicked the burning up to a ten. She winced and made a face, but she took it.
[Then the timer went off.](https://eroshare.com/i/940u0kb5) I carefully removed the ginger – and if you’ve never had this done, know that all the ginger oils are hitting the opening as you pull it out, so it burns a *lot* – and then I rubbed her a bit, helping her to calm down as she came down from being disciplined.
We talked a bit more, and I presented D with her very own paddle. I gave her a few light swats with it, and then four moderate (50 percent intensity) ones, but she was just too bruised to take more. And that’s fine.
Then D made the mistake of swearing.
I sent her to get a bar of soap. I brought her to the bathroom. I lathered up the soap and put it in her mouth, far enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to make her gag. I had her bend over the sink and I spanked her a few times, then set a five-minute timer and left her there to do her punishment. I came back with one minute on the clock, gave her ten more hard whacks on the bottom with my hand, and then removed the soap and had her wash up.
[Then we were truly done.](https://eroshare.com/i/940u0kb5) I put lotion on her bottom and we snuggled on her couch, resting and talking while I petted her hair, shoulder, and leg. We talked for a while, during which time D revealed that she’d been intensely turned on the whole time — “I can’t believe you didn’t see it dripping down my thighs” were her exact words. We weren’t going to have sex — we’d agreed upon that beforehand — but it was quite gratifying nonetheless.
After a time, D told me she needed to get some sleep. I packed everything up, said goodbye to her cat, and we hugged for a long time before I left her to sleep. Everyone went home happy.
Given that I’d marked her with just my hand the last time, I was curious as to how her new bruises would progress.
After six hours, the pinkness was gone but she still had some very red circular bruises, plus a couple that were turning purple. After fifteen — she was at work but sent me a photo — she was more purple than red, but there was still a big circular mark on her left side where I’d gotten her good with the hairbrush. After 24 hours, you could still see that red mark but the rest of her was a very pretty series of purples. 48 hours: all purple, and marks from the hairbrush were still visible. [Four days later, she was purple but it was fading](https://eroshare.com/i/jhucc4fb) (this is the only photo I can share of her recovery, as the others could potentially reveal who she is and she asked me not to share any that could do that); five days later there was some purple but it was mostly yellow. It took eight days for the marks to fully disappear, and that was a sad day for both of us.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/53shn7/mf_the_curvy_nurse_got_disciplined_story_2_of_3
spanking’s hot, but to me, all s&m and no sex would get old fast.