PeterFiles #10: Spanking Salon

The PeterFiles: A (fictional) clinical study chronicling the activities of Peter, a lifelong habitual masturbator. Copyright 1995-2017 by Onania.Org/asm. Click to Read All Stories in the PeterFiles

In which Peter explores the connections between masturbation and spanking.


(Editor’s Note: The explicit sense of shame that afflicts most habitual masturbators causes them to seek out (sometimes unconsciously) opportunities for punishment and correction. Often this results in a poorly articulated desire to be spanked, especially by a sexually attractive woman to emphasize the humiliation of the experience. The recent growth of commercial “spanking salons” may be largely driven by this phenomenon. While these non-accredited establishments are no substitute for professional genital therapy, they do provide the masturbator with convenient and affordable adult spanking services and can play a useful role in the treatment of masturbation dependency.
— Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist)

When Peter first saw the ad, a small display in the back pages of City magazine, he couldn’t believe his eyes. A middle-aged man, with his pants pulled down to his ankles, was stretched across the lap of a buxom young woman. She was in the act of delivering an apparently sound slap to his buttocks, which were discretely covered by his underwear. Both the man and the woman were smiling excitedly. The ad read:


Come to Christina’s to relive an experience of youth. Discover the relaxation and benefits of adult spanking in the lap of one of our skilled, attractive consultants. Feeling tense, worried or guilty? Want to stop smoking or break a personal habit? A wide range of corrective treatments is available. Whatever your needs, Christina’s can take care of you. Fully licensed and state approved; complete discretion assured.

At first Peter could not imagine why a man would voluntarily seek out such a bizarre, embarrassing, and undoubted painful experience. And yet, the ad seemed to wake some deep, unrecognized feeling within him. He found himself thinking about it in unguarded moments, first wondering, then dreaming what would it be like to lower his trousers in front of a young woman, lie slowly across her lap, and wait for the first slap on his upturned backside. The thoughts invaded his masturbatory reveries, and Peter began ejaculating often over the image.

At last the dark curiosity overwhelmed him, and he sought out the address in the ad. To his surprise, it was located in an elegant shopping center in a fashionable part of the city. The sign “Christina’s Salon of Spanking” fit tastefully alongside shops offering hair-styling and other personal services to the elite of the city. As he watched, from time to time an impeccably-dressed masculine customer would exit a hair stylist and enter the spanking salon, presumably to receive services at his other end.

Plucking up his nerve, he entered and was greeted by an attractive middle-aged woman seated behind a desk. She spoke to him in a slight European accent. “Hello, I am Christina. May I help you?”

Peter stammered in embarrassment. “I… I saw your ad, and I’m here…uh…”

“For a spanking? Certainly, sir,” she smiled pleasantly, “and may I welcome you to Christina’s. We offer complete corrective services to the discriminating gentleman. One of our spanking consultants will be pleased to design a program to meet your individual spanking needs. We guarantee total discretion and complete satisfaction. Now, what sort of spanking are you needing?”

“I… don’t really know.”

“Ah, this is your first experience with corrective treatments, I take it? Was there some behavior or habit you wish to work on?”

“What … what do you mean?”

“Well sir, while many of our customers come to us solely for the relaxation and release of tension that adult spanking provides, others seek help with changing undesirable behavior. For example, do you smoke, Peter? Or drink alcohol immoderately? Or do you practice habits of a … a private nature?” The last question was asked with a significant arch of her eyebrow. Peter reddened, thinking of his frequent recourse to manual gratification.

“Uh, no, I don’t.”

“Then I recommend beginning with a recreational spanking. Your consultant will turn you over her lap and administer a mild, slow paddling to your buttocks, which can be covered or nude, as you wish. This is a great favorite with most of our gentlemen, and excellent for the beginner. And during the course of the treatment, if you do recall any bad habits, feel free to bring them to the attention of your spanking consultant; she will be glad to help you deal with them.”

Peter agreed, “That … that sounds fine.” He handed her his credit card, and she completed the transaction.

“Now sir, there’s just one thing I must make clear to all gentlemen on a first visit. We are a legitimate licensed spanking salon, which under the law is considered a specialized form of massage. Spanking is the only service we offer, and we do not condone or permit any sexual contact between our staff and our customers.”

“Oh, no Ma’am! I… I didn’t think that… never intended…”

“Of course you didn’t, sir. I only mention it because in the past there have been misunderstandings.” She smiled mysteriously and continued, “But of course we do understand the personal emotional dimensions of an adult spanking. If necessary, your spanking consultant will (within her guidelines) help you to address any personal needs which might arise.” Peter could only guess what Christina was referring to, but her tone of voice was very intimate and exciting.

“Now, if you’ll just step into your private parlor, you may shower and freshen up and change into your spanking gown. Your consultant today is Wendy, and she will be with you in a few minutes. Enjoy your spanking, sir.”

Peter entered a small sitting room, which was adjoined by a bathroom. He undressed and rinsed off quickly. A sign on the wall instructed him to don a garment fashioned like a long night shirt, which covered him from neck almost to his knees. Slits in the sides allowed the rear to be raised to expose his buttocks. Following the instructions, he remained naked beneath and felt his dangling penis rubbing against the soft cotton.

He glanced around the parlor and saw a collection of birch rods, stout canes, leather-thonged whips– instruments of distinctly ominous nature. He hoped that he was not in for more than he had bargained for. As he mused about the experience to follow, his member stirred and began tenting out the light front of his shirt. Anxious that he should not be discovered in this aroused state, he tried to push his penis back in place with his hand.

Just then the door opened, and Wendy entered. She was a young woman of about twenty, several years younger than Peter, dressed in a yellow pullover and red mini-skirt. Her legs were bare of stockings, and her feet were in sandals. Peter’s eyes instantly focused on her magnificently endowed bosom, which stretched the pullover seemingly to the breaking point. She was obviously bra-less, and buttons of prominent nipples showed through the thin fabric. He thrilled at the prospect of receiving a spanking from this very voluptuous girl, and her youth added an extra piquancy to the situation.

She greeted him cheerfully, “Hello, Peter, my name is Wendy, and I’ll be spanking you today.” She glanced down at the efforts of his hand on his conspicuous tumescence and chuckled, “Oh ho! What have we been up to? Getting in the mood?”

Peter blushed crimson in painful embarrassment. “I… I… Oh, I’m sorry…”

Wendy grinned. “That’s OK, Peter, I like my customers to be enthusiastic.” She put her hands on her hips and leaned casually against the door, inspecting the young man closely, especially the insolent erection still billowing the spanking gown. “Well, what’s it to be? Christina said we should give you a recreational spanking, right?”

“Y… yes, Wendy. I’ve never been… spanked before. I hope you won’t be too harsh…” His eyes motioned to the canes and whips.

“Oh, don’t worry. Those are only for our advanced customers. I’ll just use my bare hand on you today, just a nice gentle spanking on your backside. Hardly more than a friendly pat. Did you want to stay covered, or do you want me to give you a bare-bottom spanking?”

“B…Bare, please.” He felt a thrill at the prospect which made his knees weak.

“Oh, good. I think they’re the most fun, but some gentlemen are very shy on their first spanking. Did you want me to take my top off?”

Peter stammered in surprise, “Would… would you?”

“I find it more comfortable that way, but it’s up to the customer.” She winked, “The way you were looking at them, I figured you wouldn’t mind!” Without hesitation she stripped off the pullover, leaving herself nude from the waist up. Her enormous breasts hung heavily down her chest, making Peter dizzy with excitement.

She walked over to a low, arm-less chair. Before sitting, she picked up a folded latex rubber sheet from a nearby table and spread it over the chair bottom. Seating herself on top of the rubber sheet, she patted her lap in gesture to Peter.

“Uh, Wendy, what’s that sheet for?”

She grinned mischievously at him. “It’s there, just in case. You’ll see later.”

She motioned for Peter to come over to her and lay him across her lap. His stiff erection folded painfully beneath him, and he shifted uncomfortably. She shook her head, “Now that’s not going to work, is it?” She hiked up both her mini-skirt and the front of his gown and, without touching his private parts, she guided his hips so that his penis slipped between her bare thighs. She squeezed her legs together and Peter gasped with pleasure.

“Well it has to go somewhere, doesn’t it? Just lie still, and relax, now. I’m going to bare your bottom.”

She slowly slid the rear of the gown up above his waist. Peter felt the cool air on his buttocks as she uncovered them and, looking up, realized that a mirror on the wall gave him full view of the proceedings. He saw a slender, almost effeminate man, stretched over the lap of a buxom, sexy girl, several years his junior. Her heavy nude breasts grazed against his back, and his tender bare buttocks offered themselves submissively to her whim.

She lay her hand on his backside, covering its nakedness with her palm. The comforting touch of her hand and the snug, caressing pressure of her thighs on his member filled him with a rapturous warmth. She enhanced the intimate mood by saying, “Now Peter, I know this is your first time, but don’t be nervous or shy. We’re going to take this very slowly. There’ll be lots of time to talk and get to know each other real good. The first few swats will be real easy.”

She began slapping his buttocks lightly, hardly more than gentle pats. Peter felt no pain, only a tingling excitement as his nether cheeks blushed pink with the contact. He arched his back and thrust up his buttocks to meet her palm. “Feel good, Peter?”

“Ooh… yes… it makes me feel… tingles…”

“I like give my gentlemen a nice bottom-patting on the first session. It’s a good ice breaker. Now why don’t you tell me about yourself. What brings you to us for a spanking?”

“Well, I don’t know, I’ve never been spanked, and I just wondered what it would feel like, I guess…”

“I see. I bet you’ll learn to like it. Most of my customers are shy at first, but pretty soon they can’t wait to drop their britches — especially after they learn what the rubber sheet is for.”

Peter asked again its purpose, but she teasingly ignored his question.

“Are you ready for some hard swats now, Peter?” she asked.

“Well, I don’t know… maybe…”

“We’ll just try one, to see how it feels. This is only your first spanking.” She took a deep breath and, drawing her hand high in the air, delivered a resounding slap to Peter’s buttocks.

“OUCH!” he cried, surprised at the sudden rush of pain.

She chuckled, and resumed the gentle patting. “Wake you up, did it? That’s what little boys get, when they’re naughty. Did you like that one?”

Peter looked in the mirror at the distinct red imprint of her hand on his backside. The pain had quickly receded, to be replaced by a warm tingling flush. “Oh, it hurt, Wendy… and yet… it felt sort of good.”

“I can tell,” she giggled. “You’re starting to drip on my legs.” She squeezed his penis tightly between her thighs, which were becoming slippery with the dew of his arousal.

“I… I’m sorry, Wendy. I can’t help it. Do you mind?”

“Of course not, Peter. I know how it makes guys feel.” She continued planting slow, playful slaps on his buttocks. Each touch filled him with exhilaration. He enjoyed the caressing punishment in silence for a few minutes, becoming more aroused with each slap.

And yet there was something missing in the experience. The ritual act of submitting to a spanking over the knee of a woman drew up in Peter a childhood sense of shame and punishment, and he felt a need for a focus to give it emotional expression. He was too shy to broach the subject, but Wendy knew her work well and sensed his change in mood. “Did you want me to spank you for anything in particular, Peter? I always think it’s more fun if we have something to spank you about.”

“What … sort of thing, Wendy?”

“Well, you’ve been jerking off too much lately. We could spank you for that.”

Peter gasped at her intuition. “How … how did you know?”

She giggled. “I didn’t. But it’s always a safe bet. Every guy masturbates, and most of them do it more than they ought to. Do you play with your dickie a lot, Peter?”

It was excruciatingly embarrassing to admit it to this younger and very desirable girl, but just as the pain of the spanking became a pleasure in her lap, the humiliation of his confession gave him a unexplained thrill. “I … I guess I do, Wendy. I … masturbate a lot.”

“Is it just for fun, or is like a habit with you?”

“It … it’s a habit, I guess.”

“So you’re pretty much a jerk-off, huh? Lots my other customers are. You want me to spank you for it?”

Peter readily agreed. Wendy began slapping his bottom harder now, as she playfully scolded him for giving in to his shameful private habit. “And you know what a bad boy you are, don’t you Peter? Isn’t it embarrassing to be turned over my lap and spanked like this for masturbating? You better tell me all about it!” As she slowly spanked him she encouraged Peter to reveal the most humiliating details of his masturbatory excesses, and he found the confession wildly exciting.

She paused to let him catch is breath, and Peter suddenly realized that he was thrusting his member unconsciously but vigorously in the slippery prison of her thighs. He asked nervously, “Do… Do you mind?”

“Could you stop if I did?” Her tone told him that she did not.

“No,” he giggled. “I don’t think I could.”

“Well, then, I’ll just have to ignore it, won’t I? The rubber sheet is ready, just in case.”

“What … what do you mean, Wendy?”

“Well, Peter, sometimes guys get pretty excited during a spanking. The rubber sheet is in case that they have a little ‘accident’ on my lap.”

Peter could hardly believe what she was implying. “You… you mean… That men actually … You don’t mind?”

She smiled, “Not if they behave themselves. Now it’s against the rules for me to do anything directly to help a customer along, or I might lose my masseuse license. But if a man has an ‘accident’ while I’m spanking him, well, we can’t help that, can we?” She squeezed her legs together to illustrate her point, and Peter moaned with pleasure.

“Uh… Wendy… do many of your customers have… you know… an ‘accident’ when you spank them?”

“Yes, during a recreational spanking a customer usually builds up a lot of tension. We like him to let it out, if he can, to help relax him. About half of my customers let go right here in my lap. The others prefer a manual release after a spanking, and I keep a bottle of baby oil for their use. It’s so cute the way they kneel down in front of me and finish themselves off in their own hands. They really like me to watch them do it. You might like to do that, being a jerk-off, but from the way you’re wiggling around, I don’t think you’re going to last that long.”

Peter was in a sensual paradise from her pats on his rear and the feel of his penis thrusting against the bare skin of her thighs. But he felt as if something were incomplete.


“Yes, Peter?”

“Could I have… some more… hard swats?”

“Well, just a few, perhaps. I’ll give you three.” She raised her hand and brought it swiftly down. “One!” — “Ouch!” — “Two!” — “Oh!” — “Three!” — “OW, OUCH!”

“There, that’s enough for now,” she soothed and resumed patting.

But Peter was not satisfied. “Please, Wendy, I’d like some more. May I have some more swats?”

“Well, I don’t know. This is your first spanking, and we don’t want to overdo it.”

“Please, I can take it. I… I really want it.”

“Well, if you’re sure you’re ready. But I’ll have to hold you more firmly.” She circled her left arm around his waist, holding him securely. He felt the strength of her grip and realized suddenly that he was totally in her power.

“This will hurt, now, Peter. More that you think. It will help to kick your legs and cry. Don’t be embarrassed or ashamed. If you feel like crying, don’t hold back.”

She began slapping hard, regular blows to his buttocks. At first he only gasped at the blows, but as each strike followed another, a fiery pain began mounting in his flesh. Soon he was squirming, kicking his legs, and feeling hot tears run down his cheeks.

“Ow! Please! Stop! Wendy, please… no more. Ouch! Oh please, let me up! Oh! I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry. Don’t spank me any more. Oh, my bottom!”

Wendy grinned, because the stiff turgid penis thrusting against her bare legs belied the complaints of its owner. Her practiced ear heard Peter’s true wishes through his protests, and her practiced hand played counterpoint to her playful scolding. “Stop? … Not until I give you what you deserve, you naughty boy, you masturbator … Imagine … a big boy like you … with his britches pulled down… being spanked by a girl …. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself for jerking off? …Peter the jerk-off, getting his bottom spanked by a girl.”

“Oh! Yes, Wendy…Ouch! I’m sorry for masturbating! Spank me, please, spank me till I’m good!”

They continued like this for a few moments. Then Peter’s tone changed. “Oh, Wendy… I feel like… I need to… I’m going to…”

“Yes, Peter, I know what you need. Just go ahead and let go. Let it go right between my legs, it’s all right.”

He suddenly stiffened and began flooding his pent-up semen in her lap. She squeezed his organ between her legs as he ejaculated and slapped his buttocks, timing her slaps to the spasms of his climax. As the flood finally ebbed, she eased her blows, until finally she was gently patting his naked backside, her thighs milking out the last drops of his virility.

After he had rested, she helped him to his feet and wiped off the sticky semen from between her legs with a towel. Then she took his now shrunken penis in her hands and toweled it off, asking “I didn’t hurt your feelings too much with all that ‘jerk-off’ stuff, did I Peter? It was just for fun.”

“No, Wendy. I … well, I sort of liked it.” He smiled at her shyly, still savoring the delicious humiliation of the experience. She winked and gave him one lingering look at her breasts before pulling on her shirt and then left.

Peter dressed and went out. In the lobby, Christina greeted him with a smile, “Well, Wendy tells me you and she had quite a nice little chat. Did you enjoy your spanking?”

Peter blushed, realizing that Wendy must have made a full report of the proceedings. “Yes Ma’am, thank you.”

“And did you find the outcome … fully satisfactory?” He nodded shyly at her pointed question.

“I’m so glad. And please consider us again when you have spanking needs in the future.”

* end *