I think our first attempt at VQA did well, don’t you?
It went pretty darn long, as there were dozens of questions, and because I talked a lot (imagine that) – but I figure it’s up to you all to decide whether it’s worth doing again.
If you’ve still questions left over, or have come up with something else, ask your questions via the comment function below (please don’t email individual questions; it’s difficult to run them down in several places). And please remember, this isn’t an AMA – you cannot Ask Me Anything – but you’re welcome to ask questions about spanking, discipline, video, and stuff of general interest.
I’ll do my best to keep this one under half an hour, but no promises.
For those of you who are current members, and even those who’ve been in the past, I’d like a little feedback. Heck, even if you’re not and have never been, feel free to weigh in on this subject :
I don’t currently have photosets to accompany individual spanking scenes on my member site. The truth is that it’s a terribly arduous and un-fun process to stop and take stills while filming, and the idea of staging the stills afterward seems weird to me – so I haven’t done them in the past.
I could, however, pull two or three dozen still frames from the HD video footage to construct still sets for each scene. This would be, truthfully, still somewhat of a pain in the backside, but if those of you who utilize the site, especially, feel like you’re missing something without the photosets, then I’ll consider adding them.
What say you spankos?
Recently, I introduced you to a new spanking writer named Amy Phillips. The first installation of Amy’s tale received an excellent reception, and she’s been kind enough to provide us with Part Two, which I think you’ll all enjoy just as much.
(Read Part One here.)
As Lena sat in Saturday detention, she thought back to the previous Monday when she had been punished in front of the senior class along with Jenny for their prank. After their paddlings, the two young women had been ordered to go sit in Miss Hafey’s office until she followed up with them. Lena had been terrified that she would spank them more. Lena was generally well-behaved—at least when she wasn’t being dragged into some crazy situation by Jenny. A private spanking or even just a stern talking to likely would have been sufficient punishment for her. Jenny on the other hand could be described as “incorrigible.” The public paddling, while severe, was appropriate where Jenny was concerned.
Flashback: In Miss Hafey’s Office After the Paddling
The girls had waited in Miss Hafey’s office for almost a half hour that Monday, worrying and pacing, until she finally arrived in her office to address them. As soon as she walked in the door, Lena burst into tears.
“We’re so sorry. Please don’t spank us again.” begged Lena.
Miss Hafey’s face softened. She felt bad for Lena. She knew Lena had learned her lesson and if she didn’t feel that it was unfair to punish the two girls differently, she wouldn’t have even assigned her detention for the upcoming Saturday.
“I’m not going to spank you again, girls.” Miss Hafey announced.
Both girls visibly breathed sighs of relief.
“I just want to discuss your behavior and today’s events. Sit down.” Miss Hafey said plainly.
“Um…” Jenny started while staring at the two wooden chairs in front of the girls. “Would it be okay if we stood?”
“Sit.” Miss Hafey commanded.
The girls hesitated for a moment, both surveying the chairs as if they could figure out a way to sit that would hurt less.
“Now.” Miss Hafey said, growing impatient.
The girls plopped down in their chairs immediately, visibly uncomfortable.
“What happened last night was inexcusable.” Miss Hafey began. “It was disrespectful, illegal, and dangerous. If the school wanted to press charges for breaking and entering, it could. If I wanted to press charges for theft, I could.”
“Is it really still theft if we just put the items on the roof?” Jenny inquired.
Miss Hafey shot her a look that could kill.
“Nevermind!” Jenny spat out.
“You could have fallen, your pulley could have snapped while you were using it and taken you with it. There’s so many things that could have gone wrong.” Miss Hafey lectured. “Lena, did you rig that lever and pulley system?”
“No, I did.” replied Jenny.
“Don’t you have a C in Physics?” asked Miss Hafey
“A C-..” Jenny stifled the urge to follow her response up with a sarcastic “thank you very much.”
“It really is a miracle that it didn’t break.” Miss Hafey stated.
“Hey!” protested Jenny. Jenny was half offended and half relieved that Miss Hafey was at least calm enough to be teasing her. Jenny took the older woman’s small quip as an opportunity to ask a question that had been on her mind.
“How did you catch us?” Jenny asked with genuine curiosity.
Miss Hafey pulled the pack of cigarettes Jenny had left on the roof out of her pocket, threw it down on her desk, and replied “smoking kills.”
“I take it I can’t have these back?” Jenny asked. Lena elbowed her in the stomach.
“No. You’re a non-smoker now.” responded Miss Hafey.
“So why was I the victim of this prank?” Miss Hafey enquired.
Lena gave an “I don’t know” type of shrug.
“Partially as revenge for all the times you’ve punished me, partially because I have a reputation to uphold, and partially because I thought deep down you might find it amusing.” Jenny answered honestly.
“Maybe in a few years.” Miss Hafey responded. “Certainly not today.”
“Are you still mad at us?” Lena asked. The poor girl’s cheeks had a mascara stream running down them and she had the most genuinely remorseful look on her face that Miss Hafey had seen in her 10 years of working with students.
“No, sweetheart. I’m not mad anymore.” replied Miss Hafey. She was stern, but not unreasonable. Lena clearly regretted her role in this prank and it would be cruel not to comfort her.
“You can go to class, Lena. I’ll see you Saturday and hopefully not before then.” Miss Hafey warned.
“Yes, ma’am.” Lena replied before rising from her chair.
“I’ll give you a note so you don’t get in trouble with your teacher for being late.” Miss Hafey said while scribbling some words down on a post-it note. She walked over to the punished young woman, handed her the note, gave her a hug, and then sent her on her way.
“You never hug me after I get in trouble!” Jenny protested.
“You never feel bad after you get in trouble.” Miss Hafey replied.
Jenny’s face turned red and she stared at the floor. “Touche” she thought.
“There’s 4 more days of school. Think there’s any chance we can go until Saturday without seeing each other?” Miss Hafey asked.
“What if I just want to stop in and say hi? Or if I need help with a final exam?” asked Jenny.
Miss Hafey smiled. “I should rephrase that question. Do you think there’s any chance you can go until Saturday without forcing me to reignite your poor backside?”
“Yes ma’am. I promise I’ll be good.” Jenny pledged.
“Good girl.” said Miss Hafey. “You can go now. If your teacher gives you a hard time over being late, tell them you were with me.”
“Hey, Miss Hafey?” inquired Jenny.
“I’m really sorry about everything.” Jenny said, unable to look the older woman in the eye.
Miss Hafey’s heart just about melted. She wrapped the normally unruly girl in her arms and cherished the moment of sincere remorse.
Jenny lingered in Miss Hafey’s office doorway after their embrace, hesitant to leave.
“What’s wrong?” asked Miss Hafey.
“Nothing. Well kind of nothing.” replied Jenny. “I guess I’m just sort of sad about graduating. And I guess I might sort of miss being able to see you every day. And Lena. Mostly Lena.” Jenny said trying to cover up what she had just said.
Miss Hafey chuckled to herself. An hour ago she was handing out the most severe punishment of her career—short of an expulsion—and here the recipient was telling her she was going to miss her. What a strange 24 hours.
“Oh, this isn’t the last you’ll see of me. I fully expect you will keep me updated on how your grades are at community college. And if they’re not satisfactory, my fiance and I share an apartment with more than enough space to make my displeasure known. In fact, he’s heard all about you.” Miss Hafey said.
Jenny caught herself smiling and quickly feigned a frown. “Ugh, you’re the worst.” she whined.
“Aren’t I?” Miss Hafey asked.
Present Day: Saturday Detention
“Are you paying attention at all, Lena?” Miss Hafey scolded. Lena was snapped out of her reflection on the past Monday’s events and brought back to the present. Apparently while she had been mentally wandering, one of the other students in detention had landed themselves in hot water and Lena had been asked to fetch Miss Hafey’s paddle.
“Um, yes. Sorry.” mumbled Lena, reaching for the paddle hanging from the wall behind her and approaching Miss Hafey’s desk.
“How far along are you on your lines?” Miss Hafey asked.
Lena froze. Amidst her daydreaming, she hadn’t even heard Miss Hafey instruct the 9 students in detention to write “I will behave myself at all times.”
“Pretty far!” Lena lied.
“Show me.” Miss Hafey demanded.
“Okay, well actually I don’t have any written. I didn’t hear you tell us to start writing.” Lena explained.
“You know I don’t like lying.” Miss Hafey scolded. Disappointed and somewhat surprised that she was having to punish Lena again so soon after Monday’s events, she positioned Lena over her desk next to Tony, the boy she had asked Lena to fetch the paddle for in the first place. Tony was a tall young man. He stood just over 6’5 and despite the fact that Miss Hafey was just short of 6 foot herself, she felt a bit silly getting ready to paddle him. She didn’t let it stop her, however. Tony had been texting his girlfriend in the back row of detention when Miss Hafey caught him and ordered him to the front of the room. He was a good student and had never had a regular detention, let alone a Saturday detention up until this point. One of his friends from the basketball team was in danger of losing his scholarship and Tony allowed him to cheat off his final exam. As a result, both boys were spending this Saturday with Miss Hafey.
Miss Hafey didn’t want to be too harsh, so she gave the boy 3 swats with his pants fully intact. He had never been paddled before, but he remained quiet through his 3 mild licks of the paddle and then returned to his seat.
Miss Hafey then turned her attention to Lena. Lena knew better than to lie to her, so she lifted her skirt for her swats. Immediately after lifting the recently punished girl’s skirt, she realized that she was still slightly red and a little bruised from Monday’s paddling. Instead of giving Lena more swats for her first and hopefully only infraction this detention, Miss Hafey decided to be merciful. She sat down and pulled Lena over her lap for a hand spanking. Although Miss Hafey’s hand wasn’t exactly a walk in the park, it wasn’t as bad as the paddle and it wouldn’t cause any more bruising. She started briskly spanking Lena and the girl’s poor backside reignited into a ball of heat almost immediately. Miss Hafey spanked the young lady firmly and at a moderate tempo. Lena wiggled and during a particularly hard volley of swats, she threw her hand back to protect her bottom. This was a mistake. Miss Hafey held Lena’s hand so that she couldn’t put it in the way of the spanking again and tipped the errant young woman forward to expose the area where backside meets thigh.
“Please! I’m sorry! I’ll write extra lines, I’ll clap erasers, I’ll do anything!” Lena bargained.
Miss Hafey mentally laughed at the eraser remark since the school had only whiteboards in its classrooms. She continued spanking the sorry girl in order to assert that the spanking was over when she felt it was over—not when Lena wanted it to be over—and when she stopped she sent the young woman back to her seat.
Lena rushed back to her seat, embarrassed, and rubbed her backside on the way there.
“No rubbing, missy!” Miss Hafey chastised.
Lena’s face became a brighter shade of red as she replied “Yes, Miss Hafey.”
“I was lenient this time, but if you’re unable to finish your lines before the end of the day, you’ll be having another session with my cane, Miss Lena.”
“Ha, so by the end of the day you’ll have lines or you’ll get lines. Get it?” Jenny mused to her friend.
Lena was unamused. So was Miss Hafey.
“Jenny, you know there’s no talking or terrible wordplay in detention. Go stand in the corner.” Miss Hafey ordered.
“But that’s cruel and unusual PUN-ishment.” Jenny replied, stifling laughter. Some of the other students giggled.
“You’re just mad because I’m CORNERing the market on-”
Miss Hafey interrupted but grabbing the giggling young woman by the ear and pulling her into the hallway.
“Jennifer, if you want the attention of the group, I can assure you that you will have it. It will not be the kind you’re interested in, however. We’re going to go back into that classroom and you are going to keep your little nose in that corner until I tell you to return to your seat, you are going to be silent and respectful, and you are going to write your lines like a good girl. If you don’t, I will see to it that you are very unhappy and very sorry.”
“Good.” Miss Hafey said, guiding Jenny back into the detention classroom with a parting swat.
Jenny walked over the the corner and placed her nose in it as told.
“Lena, how are those lines coming?” Miss Hafey asked, stopping at her desk.
Miss Hafey inspected them, patted the recently punished girl’s head, and smiled. “Good girl.” she rewarded, as she returned to her desk at the front of the room.
The room seemed to settle down, so Miss Hafey began reading a book she had brought with her. About an hour into reading, she received a call from her fiancé on her cell phone.
“I’ll be right back. I assume you can all behave like the adults that you are for 5 to 10 minutes.” she said, exiting the room.
The call was briefer than expected and upon returning to the room, Miss Hafey saw that Jenny and Blake, another frequent face in detention, were drawing a mural on one of the whiteboards. It appeared to be of a giant, building-sized Miss Hafey destroying a city.
“Seriously?” she inquired.
“We thought you’d like it. Also, we thought you’d be gone longer.” Jenny shrugged.
“It’s pretty good, though, right?” Blake asked. In all honesty, the resemblance to the actual Miss Hafey was rather impressive. Blake was a friend of Jenny’s as well as an excellent artist. He would be attending art school in New York in the fall. Jenny was largely unskilled as an artist, but the two shared a bond over a mutual love of weed.
“Bend over my desk. Right now.” Miss Hafey commanded.
The two troublemakers placed themselves over her desk as ordered. She took down Blake’s pants and lifted Jenny’s skirt. Jenny hated to admit it, but she was genuinely scared. She loved to push Miss Hafey, but she didn’t love the consequences. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp, focused pain across her backside.
Jenny gasped and cried out. She hadn’t expected Miss Hafey to return in time to catch them and she hadn’t expected her to use the cane. Her cries were followed by a muffled yelp from Blake. He kicked his legs back involuntarily.
“You’re not in detention to draw pictures, or be playful, or disrespect me. You’re in detention because you made a mistake and you have to atone for it. I warned you, Jenny. But you kept pushing and pushing and now you have to deal with the consequences.” she scolded as she landed a hard stroke on Jenny’s upper thigh.”
“I’m sorry!” Jenny cried as the stroke landed.
“Not yet.” Miss Hafey replied. “Blake, you can stay after detention for an extra hour to practice drawing on each whiteboard in this wing of the school and then scrub them until they’re pristine.”
“Yes ma’am!” Blake yelled out as his second stroke landed.
“Jenny, you can either stand in the corner for an extra hour after detention or help him. Your choice. One more each.” Miss Hafey informed them and then laid down two quick strokes in succession.
Both students rushed back to their seats.
“Which will it be, Jenny?” Miss Hafey asked.
“Helping Blake.” she replied, looking down at the floor.
“Helping Blake, what?” she asked, tipping Jenny’s chin upward so that their eyes met.
“…Helping Blake, ma’am.” she whispered.
“Good. The rest of you can go. Jenny and Blake, please stay seated.” She commanded.
To Be Continued. Maybe! I’m not sure. Let’s see how I feel.
Well, it’s happened. I’ve gone and gotten myself spanked.
Deserved it, too. Had it coming.
Can I tell you about it?
You know I spank people, and you know I make spanking videos; today, I was supposed to make new video. It was all planned out, and a day overdue.
But I couldn’t decide what to wear. One wardrobe malfunction led to another, which led to another, which led to my spending about ninety minutes standing in the walk-in closet, amidst an ever-increasing mountain of discarded skirts and blouses.
My dearest darling honey was patient as always….to a point…until I finally blurted out something like, “There is NOTHING in this damn closet!” He then very calmly explained to me that there would be no video shot today, not like this, as I had sucked all the fun out of the room.
I stomped into the bathroom, removed my makeup, tossed on a tank top, and walked back out to find him standing there, waiting, patiently again.
“Come in here, it’s time for your spanking,” he said, and I laughed and laughed. “What spanking?”
“The spanking you have coming after that crap you pulled. We could’ve been finished already, and now we’re getting nothing done at all. Well, we’re making video today – one way or another.”
“Ahaha! You’re going to spank ME? Like, right now?”
“And you’re going to record it?”
Here, I will admit, I could have reacted in a few different ways. For some reason today, I decided to go with it. Yes, I had been an enormous pain in the ass this morning, and yes, I had single-handedly seen to it that we got no work done, so….okay. Why not.
“Alright, cowboy. Let’s go.”
So keep in mind when you see the photo below that neither I, nor he, planned to share it with you when it was shot. He actually did threaten to post it up on spankingtube the way I’ve done to him, so many times. He was a teeny bit irritated, I was stressed-out, and this fun spanking ended up making us both feel immensely better.
When I played the video back, I thought, “Hmm, that’s not too bad at all, is it? I mean, my ass COULD look a lot worse, and it’s been – what? – four years since I was last spanked?” After watching the video through, quite honestly, three or four times – laughing at myself really hard and wondering whether to share it with anyone – I decided, why the hell not? It’s raw video, there’s no editing, no fancy lighting, hell, I’m not even wearing Fancy Panties. There’s also the unavoidable fact that this is a very close-up, very intimate camera angle, which happens to highlight the entire…general area. Then I thought, “Eh, hell, we can handle it. We’re all adults.” So here ya go, kiddos:
Dana Kane, Spanked.
I spend a lot of time spanking people, and while you all know just how much I LOVE it, today it wasn’t happening. Well, it happened, just not the way we’d planned. Funny how things work, huh? And therapeutic, too, because it’s nice to remember that nobody, but nobody, can be on top ALL the time.
And before you ask – no, it’s not on the DanaKaneSpanks.com member site, and there’s no free preview video. Say what you will, but my backside doesn’t come out often and when it does, well…
*Warning : If you do not want to see images and video of me being spanked, do not click the clips4sale link.
** Warning : The video is raw and unedited. It’s also pretty damned close-up. If you do not want to see raw, unedited, close-up video of me being spanked, do not click the clips4sale link.
** WARNING : Really, seriously, this is NOT a video you want to watch if you are at all turned off by the idea of my being spanked, naked, or letting my guy turn the tables on me with a lexan paddle.
** FINAL WARNING : If you do choose to view this video, you will see me doing things which I do not tolerate from my playmates. This flies directly in the face of everything, and I have no defense. The following video contains: Squirming, Begging, Cursing, Rolling, Reaching the Hands Back, and Kicking the Feet. Cut me some slack – it’s been a long time.
With all that said, here’s the link: