I will be hopping on a very large airplane this evening for a nine-plus hour flight to London. I’ll be returning on the last day of the month, and will not likely have much free time for blogging.
In the meantime, please enjoy re-reading some of the dozens of original spanking stories, watch a few of the free videos, and look out for the full report on my maiden spanking voyage to the UK, next week.
Very luckily, I’ll be spending a day shooting some great F/M and F/F video with Pandora Blake and her friends at DreamsofSpanking.com – watch her site for updates!
Wish me luck,
This lovely story, another entry to the ‘Bedtime Story’ writing contest, is certain to tickle your spanking fancy. Enjoy! – Dana
Philip looked up at the station clock above platform 6 of the railway station at Delft, a small town in Holland and waited patiently. How he came to be there was really quite unexpected.
He had just turned twenty, was tall and quite aristocratic-looking as the sons of well-to-do English parents often were. In fact his upbringing was quite conventional for his class; until the age of nine he had been primarily cared for by a nanny who had provided the love, education and discipline that any young boy needed and usually received from his parents. At that age, he had been sent to boarding school, the parting from his nanny was difficult but he was told to be stoic and to display ” a stiff upper lip”. As the school term progressed his yearning for her lessened and by the time the term finished and he returned to his home for the holidays, his parents were able to tell him without him being too upset that he was a big boy now with no need for a Nanny and she had consequentally left to return to her home in Holland.
Nevertheless deep down he felt a tremendous sense of loss and abandonment which was exacerbated by the fact that his parents were effectively strangers to him. Over the coming years he grew no closer to them and when at the age of 15 they divorced with his mother going to live with a racehorse trainer in Australia, he felt no further sense of loss and continued to live with his rather distant and austere father who was more pre-occupied with affairs of state rather than his son.
Philip was clever however, popular at school and, at eighteen, won a place at Cambridge University. At college, he became a member of the “Bullingham” a roudy set of upper-class youngsters who had more money than sense, who believed they were superior to others and who were frequently involved in “scrapes and capers”. In his third year at University his “capers” turned more serious; he was caught shop-lifting – a totally unneccesary activity considering his wealth but nevertheless attempted because of his arrogance and detachment from society. The police let him off with a caution; the college authorities were less forgiving “sending him down” from University two weeks before term finished.
This presented a dilemna; it was early December but he had no wish to return home to an empty house and a distant father – infact he saw no reason to discuss the matter with him at all. However he could not stay with his friends who would be continuing at University to the end of term. But where was he to go? He was not short of money so he decided to travel to Europe and see some of the cities he had not yet visited. He first went to Naples but rapidly grew bored of the ruins and then went to Milan but again could not generate any real enthuisiasm for the city. Something seemed to be missing from within himself he mused as he sat unpacking in his hotel room in Amsterdam about a week later.
He immediately sent a note but by that time it was late evening; strangely satisfied he went to bed and slept well. Waking late in the morning, he eagerly checked his emails and was very pleasantly surprised there was a reply from her. Her note was brief and somewhat cryptic – “Pip, At last you have contacted me, meet me under the station clock in Delft railway station at 6 this evening, Hannah”.
And so that was why he was in Delft that evening.
He saw her through the crowds, he knew it was her even though he had not seen her for almost twelve years and as he first looked at her, he realized she had already recognised him and was walking directly towards him. They hugged each other with an intensity that suprised him; she hadn’t changed, her figure had stayed the same as had her face though there were the first signs of her advancing age. What had changed were her eyes – as he looked at her he could see a sadness in them but he was pleased to see that seemed to lift as they talked. She insisted that he should not stay in a hotel but should come home with her. As they walked to her apartment, they talked about their lives and he learnt that after leaving her job with his parents she had decided not to take any further Nanny positions. She had returned to Delft, married briefly and unsuccessfully and now lived alone earning a living as a translator. He in turn talked about his school and university. She asked him what brought him to Holland and surprising himself, he talked frankly about his behaviour and the episode that had resulted in his exclusion from College. He rationalized his behaviour by claiming it was common practise but realized as he explained himself that this was a hollow excuse; her only comment was “We will need to deal with this issue further”. It seemed a strange comment to make at the time but he thought no more of it.
Her apartment was small but very tidy with two bedrooms. She showed him his bedroom and immediately asked for his dirty laundry that filled his bag saying that she would be happy to deal with it. “Infact why don’t you shower and change into your pajamas, I know it’s early but then I can clean those clothes as well”. In a strange way he felt relaxed and content to do as he was told. Meanwhile she bustled around sorting out his laundry and dinner – suddenly he felt very hungry. They ate and then afterwards Hannah herself changed into her dressing gown and as they sat by the fire she had lit they talked and talked. He realized he had not felt so happy and relaxed as he felt that moment for many a year. Then, as the clock above her fireplace struck eight-thirty, Hannah said
“Well Pip, it’s time to go to your bedroom.”
“But Hannah”, Philip said laughing, I have never been to bed at this time in my entire life”
“Well that’s not strictly true is it my dear, there were a few times when I sent you to your room at eight-thirty”
With a sudden realization Pip said, blushing as he did ” But that was then you gave me a thrashing for being naughty”
“Yes Pip, you’re right and you learnt your lesson well after each time. I think it’s time that you were thrashed again”
“Hannah, you can’t be serious”
“Pip, my darling. Don’t you see that your shop-lifting was a cry for help. You needed somebody to notice you and I am here for that. You must be accountable for your actions and, although you may not realize it, you have come to me because, deep down, you know I have always cared for you and I still do”
He looked at her but could not bring himself to protest. Getting up she crossed the room and taking him by the hand she led him to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. As she led him to the side of the bed he noticed, placed neatly on the blankets, a hairbrush, strap and cane. Unbeknown to him, Hannah had deposited these implements whilst she had herself absented herself to change.
“Pip, you realize that I am doing this because I care about you deeply. I want you to be a fine young man, a man I can be proud of and not a foolish dilettante. I want you to realize how much you mean to me and that includes your behaviour”
Philip wanted to argue but couldn’t. As he listened he felt that she cared and suddenly he felt very sorry for his behaviour and felt keenly that he did not want to disappoint her
“Yes Hannah, I’m sorry” was all he could say.
“That is a start but you realize you must be punished and punished severely”
“Very well, take down your pajama bottoms “
“You realize that I had to punish you for your own good and that what you did was quite wrong”
Most of you know that I travel quite extensively – back and forth (and back again) across the country, spanking willing and naughty adult boys and girls.
This week alone I’ve seen Denver, Colorado, Kansas City, Missouri, Richmond, Virginia, and Charlotte, North Carolina. In every city, I encounter great and wonderful people who have the same interest/fetish/compulsion as I. To date, I’ve been lucky enough to have nothing but positive experiences with my playmates, who are – without exception – polite, gentlemanly(womanly), and truly ‘into’ spanking.
The most common lament of my spanking playmates is that ‘there aren’t many people who do what you do.’
That’s because near-constant travel isn’t always fun…
Of course, the actual SPANKING is tons of fun, and spending time talking with and getting to know my playmates is such a great bonus.
However, it’s not all spanking adventure. Four a.m. wake-ups, early flights, long trains, taxi rides, and numerous hotel check-ins begin to blend together sometimes.
It’s been exactly one year since I began traveling to cities large and small, and I have had plenty of time to weigh the benefits as well as the drawbacks.
I know that it’s not for everyone (or nearly anyone, for that matter), but, as my good friend Miss Mona Rogers would say, at the end of the day it’s worth it.
I feel as though I am living a grand adventure of my own making, and could not possibly come up with the right combination of words to tell my playmates just how grateful I am for their friendship, playfulness, cards, cute underpants, dinners out, hilarious stories, and hand-delivered ice cold Dr.Peppers, – so I’ll just say:
Thank you all. Again, and again and again, for helping make possible this dazzlingly frenetic life that I am so very grateful to live. Maybe I’ll write a book..
With enormous gratitude (and no small measure of jetlag),