A memorable public spanking.

We were on our way to OTKamping. We had stopped at a rest stop. I told Biggirlspanker he wouldn't dare spank me. Next thing I know, he's dragging me by the ear to a picnic table, bends me over, and starts spanking me with my paddle ball paddle. Lesson learned. Maybe. 

Spankaholic woes

I’m on to my seventh year of getting spankings. Lucky number seven. 
The first time I was ever spanked, I was left wanting more, however my bottom didn’t agree, I was new to spanking and my butt bruised severely. The guy spanking me didn’t want to harm me and stopped despite my pleas of wanting more. I was hooked on spanking, I wanted to be spanked weekly, daily! I found myself draped across nearly anyone who had lap and a swinging arm. I bruised as many hands as they bruised me. I stopped using my safe call as to not be judged by the number of times I was meeting new people. I was spanked in parks, in the back of cars, in parking lots, in hotels, in the back of the library, in restaurants, across tomb stones, over fallen trees, in dorms, I walked into people’s houses not knowing anything besides their screen name; yet I’ve been left wanting more and more, a never ending satisfaction, insatiable, unquenchable.