The Whipping Post
Posted below are simple wagers/dares I have lost that require me to report the outcome, such as having to spank myself. More elaborate dares/payments will get their own blog article.
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Sigh, I really shouldn't play "Battleship" at work. My punishment for losing is that I have to search the net for a piece of porn that would best decorate this thread and post it here.Posted 04-17-2017 at 01:32 PM by cariadferch 
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So, lost a gambling wager to semper_virilis over a baseball game and owe him 60 swats with a wood spoon. I also owe wewhoare 40 swats with my “old friend” the ping pong paddle for not responding to his cryptic PMs.
I have a growing curiosity on how different implements impact a spanking since the “Paddle or Pic” challenge I did a few months ago. At first, I thought the ping pong paddle would be terribly painful, but I was surprised how mild it was and that I could take a few hundred swats. So for this payment I upped the paddle to 60 and decided to do an experiment: One cheek would get the paddle the other the spoon.
Since I love semper_virilis' avatar picture, and part of the dare was to describe this in a post, I decided to add a little extra cheekiness to the payment. I put on the longest skirt I own, along with some tube socks and long sleeve white dress shirt. Pulling up the skirt, and my panties so both cheeks were bare, I bent over the arm of my couch imaging I was a bad school girl.
First was the paddle, which was a breeze, my right cheek didn't even feel that warm after the 60 swats. Next was the spoon, and let me just say, damn that hurts! After just seven spanks I new this was very different and was going to be difficult. At twenty I had doubts if I could make it. By twenty-five the force of my strikes was lessening, because it was really starting to sting. At thirty I steeled myself and returned to the original force. At forty I dropped the spoon, fumbling it because it was hurting so much. At fifty I actually yelled out “fuck!” I got to sixty, but had to collapse my head on the couch and rub my poor little rear.
Looking back at my ass, the right cheek was its normally pasty self, while the left was bright crimson.
Lesson of the day: A wooden spoon is much worse than a ping pong paddle.Posted 04-17-2017 at 05:40 PM by cariadferch
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Observation 1: Cariadferch is tough, despite what her sister might think.
Observation 2: Perhaps I should have agreed to your suggestion of a higher number. :PPosted 04-17-2017 at 07:08 PM by semper_virilis
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Thanks, I think.Quote:Originally Posted by semper_virilis
Cariadferch is tough . . . I should have agreed to your suggestion of a higher number.Posted 04-18-2017 at 08:43 PM by cariadferch
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This is my first time back on getdare in over a year after I bailed on all things BDSM. It took a while, but those old devilish desires finally came back and I gave in and logged on. Since I left so abruptly I decided I should be punished so I chose stlsportsfan33 little game “Snakes & Ladder.” (www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=310293) to pay for my sins.
I have to admit I started off playing the game wrong. I thought (mistakenly) it was a simple table where you rolled a 1-100 to see what punishment you would receive. Since it had been over a year I concluded that one roll was too lenient and that a harsher treatment was in order so I would let a dice determine the number of my torments.
Fate decided I would have to endure four punishments.
The first punishment was a #46 (“spank each cheek 50 times”). The instructions didn't say anything about state of one's attire, so I bent over the couch and spanked my jean-covered rear 100 times. Easy-peasy.
The second roll was a #26, which commanded “ladder to 15.” It was here I realized I wasn't playing the game right. I decided to keep on with my initial rules but would not count a “ladder” as one of my four punishments, instead I would have to remove a piece of clothing for each “ladder” rolled. I took my sweater off and read #15 (“remove clamps, massage nipples for 2 minutes, and reapply clamps at 90 degrees”). Not having any clamps, clothespins would have to do.
Gently under-cupping my bra covered breasts I began to fondle myself. The massaging and my trepidation about no longer being use to being punishment did the trick, my nipples were rock hard and quite sensitiveness.
As I went downstairs to got the clothespins. Again there was no mention of one's attire for the punishment. Feeling a bit cheeky that I was flirting with the rule I clamped the clothespins over my bra; a plain old white, work-outside, thing, so the material was on the thick side. The clothespins did sting a bit, but the extra padding did lessen the the pain. Having them jutting out at a 90 degree angle I rolled the dice for my third punishment.
A #21 came up (“pull on clamps for 30 seconds”), which seemed like an easy challenge. Taking hold of the clothespin on my right breast I gave it a gentle pull and started to count. I barely got past one when the clothespin slipped off. Trying more times then was reasonable I desperately tried to make the challenge work, but the clothespin could never get a firm enough grip to stay on. I knew there was only one way to make this work. Reaching around I unclasped my bra and threw it on the couch. Now topless I clamped one clothespin over my naked erect right nipple and then my left. I admit I gasped and whined a bit as both went on.
The computer generated number announced my final punishment: #7 (“snake back to #2”) Grumbling, I dropped my jeans and kicked them across the floor as my clothespins bounced about. Standing in but my panties I read #2 (“jog in place for 60 seconds”).
“It could be worse.” I groaned. Making sure the blinds were closed I slipped on my sneakers I felt like an idiot getting on my treadmill with only panties and two clothespins on. I set the speed to 4.5 and began my jog. I usually run about twice a week, but always with a bra and sports-bra for support. The run went from silly, to humiliating to painful. My breasts flopped around horribly, with the clothespin mockingly waving about and even clicking together a few times. After the required minute I dismounted the treadmill and gently removed the clothespins. Heading upstairs I got some Neutrogena to tend to my poor abused chest.
I confess the caressing on of the lotion felt so good it drove me to masturbate.Posted 11-02-2018 at 04:57 PM by cariadferch
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Good to see you back! I look forward to reading about your adventures.Posted 11-03-2018 at 04:38 AM by StrawDog
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Champion4Ever gave me a wonderful evil dare as payment for being a ditz in the chat room. Every time the "drum" sound announced someone leaving or entering I had to spank myself 5 times. While every comment was 15. I had to describe every spanking to the room while they were unaware of the dare. Very sexy though my poor little rear was very much out of shape since I haven't been on here in a while.
Posted 04-03-2020 at 01:12 PM by cariadferch
