Ahh sweet anon, I love the spanking asks jghfahs thank you for indulging me. I have two types of favourite bottoms for spanking that I go absolutely insane about.

One is a sweet soft kitten, more playful than truly naughty, definitely spoiled and pampered and cherished and they know it, but not exactly a brat. Rather, they want to be good, they need to be told they’re good, and need to be often praised.

Just a stern look will have them correct their behaviour immediately, but lessons still need to be learned, so over my lap they go. They benefit from gentle loving scolding, and they cry big genuine tears of remorse, being so sorry for being such a naughty kitten. Then afterwards, they have to be comforted and reassured they are loved and cherished and forgiven.

They don’t kick if they can help it, nor do they try to shield their bottom with their hands. They are just so good. If that happens, it’s an involuntary reaction, and there’s ways of making sure it doesn’t happen. They bawl their eyes out and sob apologies, promising to be good and pleading for no more. They’re generally obedient, and will come when called for a spanking and get into a position, but they will start crying right away, as soon as they realise they’re about to get spanked, and they’ll immediately try to beg to get out of punishment.

At first, it’s mostly pleading, but as the punishment progresses, that is replaced by professing how sorry they are and how they shall never be naughty again. Then they will get to be bundled up and caressed, have their hair kissed, be soothed all the way until they stop crying, which may take a while. I adore the soft sweet kittens.

And the other one of my favourites is A Stoic Boy. He knows the drill, he knows he’s not getting out of it, and so he doesn’t even try. If anything, he wants to get it over with as soon as possible. He is so disciplined that just a raised eyebrow and a chin tilt in the right direction is enough for him to bend over and drop his trousers. The only sign of distress at the imminent punishment is pursed lips and his face going pale at first, then cheeks burning red.

He grits his teeth throughout it, trying not to move or make a sound. Eventually, there might be an occasional stifled grunt, involuntary knee twitch, or a silent gasp, swallowed whimper of pain. But he remains in position, no need to even be reminded to, and takes all you have to give him. In silence. There is no need to scold him. He knows what he did wrong. But he is often defiant, so it is not so much about learning a lesson not to do something again, but about being ready to accept the consequences of his actions. And he might very well repeat the offense if it is something he cares about. He knows he will be punished for it, but that’s just a price to pay, and he makes a conscious choice to pay it. Pain is good for A Stoic Boy—it builds character.

You may ask him to count, depending on the implement used, like if we’re talking about a cane. Or to count the final ten or twenty strokes if it’s a belt. It’s delicious to see him struggle to count out loud but trying not cry out in pain.

Of course, no need to comfort him afterwards. Once it’s done, he pulls up his trousers and that’s it. His eyes might be red-rimmed a bit, and his lips might be bitten bloody in his efforts to take it stoically without crying out loud, but he then goes on about his day.

I adore the Stoic Boy as much as I adore the soft precious kitten.

Thank you so much, dear anon, this ask made me so happy and filled my head with delicious thoughts ❤️❤️❤️