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Spanko Distractions : Word Search!

 

Everyone,

Here’s a fun new Spanko Distraction word search – all about the Language of Spanking.

 

Word List

naughty          bottom          discipline          brat

spanko          otk          subspace          accountability

panties          arnica          community          safe

domestic          consensual          dropseat          top

sane          aftercare          roleplay          switch

newbie          strict          warmup          punishment

limits          corporal

 

 

Search Area

wordsearch

 

Have fun!

–  Dana

 

PS. Either print the word search and do it the old fashioned way – or save the Search Area image above and open it in your photo editor to use the highlighter tool on your computer. (And yes, I made it extra hard by setting all the letters to lowercase. You know you deserve it.)

 

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Spanking Story contest entry #4 : Be Careful What You Wish For

 

Readers,

Here’s another great, reader-submitted story for the ‘Spanking Wish’ contest .~~

Enjoy!

– Dana

 

 

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“Be Careful What You Wish For”

Simon trudged through the wet gloomy streets, the rain was dripping down his back making him even more miserable. He had just attended yet another job interview and although they had been very pleasant at the end he knew that he hadn’t got the job. Head down and bemoaning his fate he walked, unheeding of his surroundings, Looking up he realised he had wandered off course and was in a part of the city that he didn’t know. It was a run down shabby street and Simon cursed. It would be just his luck to get mugged although the muggers weren’t going to get rich from what he was carrying. Coming toward him was an old lady carrying several bags who suddenly slipped and fell to the wet pavement. Simon rushed over, “Are you alright”he said as he helped her to her feet. “Here let me get them” he said as he picked up her bags. “Thank you” she said in a voice that was resonant and strangely compelling, “would you help me carry them to my house, it’s just over there”. Simon thought for a moment but had nothing better to do so carrying her bags he followed her to her house where she invited him in for a cup of tea which he also accepted.

The tea was very pleasant and Simon found himself sitting at a table across from her. She had thanked him again and said how unusual it was to find a gentleman in this day and age. Personally Simon felt embarrassed to receive such praise, all he had done was help her up and carried her bags. However she did have a voice that held him spellbound, both powerful and intimate. He was willing to bet that when she was younger she had had scores of men eager to do her bidding. Also her eyes were beautiful and he felt that were he to look at them for too long he would fall into them. With a start Simon shook himself out of his reverie, ” I must give you something for helping me” she said. ” I know I’ll grant you a wish” “Oh great she’s a nutter” Simon thought. “Make your excuses and leave” . Suddenly she seized his wrists and looked directly into his eyes. For a moment Simon felt that she could see everything about him, his life and all his deepest desires. She laughed, “There it’s done” She said and still chortling to herself ushered him out of the house. Bemused Simon made his way home, clearly she was mad but he did have the strangest feeling of anticipation.

The next morning when he woke up Simon laughed. He hadn’t become wealthy overnight and beautiful women weren’t suddenly willing to carry out his every wish, clearly his wishes weren’t being granted. Opening his emails he found an invite to a job interview that very day from a firm called Morgana Concepts. Oddly he didn’t remember applying to any such company but his C.V. was posted on numerous jobsites so perhaps they had seen it there and decided to call him in from that. Quickly he showered and shaved got dressed in his interview suit and made his way to the address given. Morgana Concepts was on the top floor of an imposing office block and on arrival Simon was greeted by an attractive young woman wearing a very smart business outfit that was also rather sexy in a stern way. ” Ms Morgana will be with you very shortly ” she said “I’m Gwen, her P.A.”. Simon took a seat and glanced around. He had Googled Morgana Concepts but the information he had found had been very vague and he still had little idea of what they actually did. Whilst waiting he glanced around. The outer office seemed busy but all the staff seemed to be attractive young women like Gwen. Speaking of whom he glanced over to were she was standing. She had delightful long legs and an attractive rounded bottom and Simon’s gaze lingered on them. Suddenly she turned round and he blushed at having been caught staring. She gave a strange knowing smile and returned to her work. With that the intercom sounded and she led Simon into the inner office.

Ms Morgana was tall, raven haired, of indeterminate age and stunningly beautiful. Her voice was soft but with a hint of steel and her eyes flashed. She regarded Simon with an odd look and for the second time in as many days Simon felt that he was in the presence of a woman who could see his deepest secrets. The interview passed in a blur. Later Simon realised that he couldn’t recall discussing qualifications, experience or any of the other stuff normally spoken about at interviews. Ms Morgana spoke and he answered whilst Gwen took notes but what about he had no idea. An hour passed quickly and it seemed to be drawing to a close when she stood up and walked round her desk and stood beside him. ” You seem to be ideal for the position but I expect obedience from my staff so there is just one final test” she said “stand up!”. Simon did so quickly, ” I want you to take off all your clothes” strangely the oddness of this request didn’t occur to Simon and neither did the thought of disobedience, his only desire was to do exactly as this goddess wished. He quickly removed all his clothes hesitating only when just his underpants remained. A nod from Ms Morgana confirmed that she meant everything so he slowly removed them, grateful that he had put on his best pants that morning. Naked he stood before both women, “Hands on head” rapped Ms Morgana and he rapidly put them there. Both women now walked around him, appraising his body. Only now did he become embarrassed, not so much at the exposure, but at the inadequacies of his body. Despite his slightly too large belly and slight frame the ladies did not appear to be too disgusted at what they saw. “Bend over and touch your toes” came the command and he did so. He felt terribly exposed in this position and jumped as he felt a hand on his buttocks. It was Gwen’s and she gave each buttock a squeeze before letting go. “He’ll do” said Ms Morgana “now over Gwen’s lap”. Obediently Simon did as commanded and found himself staring at the carpet. Gently at first but with increasing force Gwen began to spank his naked cheeks. Simon found the sensation exciting as his bottom gradually heated up. Then came a sharper pain and he realised that Gwen was now using a wooden hairbrush on his defenceless cheeks. This was an altogether more painful and Simon started to wriggle but was immediately commanded to stop and did so. The spanking continued for another ten minutes before he was allowed to rise. ” Go over to that cabinet and open the door” said Ms Morgana and Simon still naked and with reddened cheeks did so. He gasped as he saw what was inside. A variety of canes, crops, paddles, straps and even a carpet beater were hanging from hooks inside the cabinet.”Bring me the red handled cane and the large paddle” Simon found the implements in question and presented them to Ms Morgana. “Now bend over the desk, I’m going to give you 24 strokes of the cane and 24 with the paddle. If you can take them without trying to rise or protect your bottom or screaming and begging the job is yours. Of course I don’t expect you to be able to take it without any noise at all so I will allow moderate groaning” she said with a smile. “Are you ready?” Yes Mistress” Simon replied. Almost instantly he heard the sibilant swish of a cane and the burning impact as it connected with his unprotected cheeks. This was Simon’s first ever cane stroke and it took his breath away and it surprised him how painful it was. More strokes followed in rapid succession and the pain in his bottom grew with each one. How would he ever take 24 of these? He heard Gwen counting the strokes and to his horror realised that he had only taken 10, he wasn’t even halfway through and it felt like he was being whipped with red hot wires. He gritted his teeth and suddenly discovered that if he concentrated on the reward for success the pain become more bearable. 24 cried Gwen and Simon let out a deep sigh, he had made it through the first part of his ordeal, surely the paddle couldn’t be as bad. He soon discovered that the paddle was different but just as bad. The impact of the heavy wood upon his already welted bottom with its thud and the fact that it covered several of the cane weals each time was an exquisite agony. Finally it was over but instinctively he knew not to rise until given permission. Both women assessed the damage to his slender cheeks which were now a mass of black and blue bruises and red welts. “Stand up” came the command and gingerly he did so. “Well done, the job is yours” she said and Simon felt an immense feeling of satisfaction and happiness. ” Now pick up your clothes and go with Gwen”, Dutifully he followed Gwen and suddenly realised that he was in the outer office, still naked, with the marks of his recent beating glowing and surrounded by young women. ” Did he pass?” They asked Gwen and when she replied in the affirmative they all crowded round to look at his bum. A few of the braver ones gave his bottom a quick squeeze sending delightful sensations through his body but they all seemed genuinely happy that he had passed.

Fifteen minutes later, fully clothed but still with a wonderfully throbbing bottom Simon found himself on the way home. He laughed to himself as he realised that he still had no idea what his job was or what it paid. None of that mattered though he was going to start on Monday and he couldn’t be happier.Then he pulled up with a start as he realised that his wish had been granted. Alright he hadn’t specifically wished for this but it was clear that the old lady, or genie or witch whatever she had been had given him what he really desired. And what’s more the sun was shining, what a fantastic day.

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Story Contest Entry #3 : Better Wish What You Wish for, It Might Come True

Readers,

The spanking stories for the ‘Spanking Wish’ contest just keep coming…there are DOZENS! Here’s another fun one…

Enjoy!

– Dana

 

 

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“Better Wish What You Wish for, It Might Come True”

My name is Amy I am 61 years old and have been married for 29 years to a man 9 years younger than me.  We have one daughter a 29 year old new bride currently on her honeymoon.  Our life is returning to normal after the emotional and stressful marriage of our daughter Sage to her high school sweetheart Jason.  I am sitting on our porch sipping on a glass of wine with my husband John and pondering what role wishing during a meteor shower played on events.

A little over a decade ago Sage and Jason were brought to this same porch late at night by a neighbor, a police officer, for breaking into their high school.  The officer explained that because they were both over 18 years of age they could be tried as adults for burglary.  He added that he knew Sage was a good girl and had just made a stupid mistake.  He had apprehended them while they were climbing through a window in the school that they had left unlocked in order to steal a copy of their math class final exam.

After the officer left I asked them, “What were you thinking?”  Their prom was next weekend and in my anger I announced, “You are not going to the prom!”  As soon as the words came out of my mouth I regretted saying them; but, I could not back down on my decision.  A meteor shower was lighting the sky as I wished there was some way that they could still go to the prom; and, Sage and Jason simultaneously said, “Please let us go to the prom.”  They then smiled their first smile of the evening, locked their pinky fingers together, and made a wish.

Sage was hysterical and told me how unfair I was and pleaded for me to change my mind.  I had promised Sage that I would never spank her; but, told her that my mother would have given me a good paddling when I was 18 if I had pulled a stunt like that.  Sage said, “I wish you would spank me instead of not allowing me to go to the prom.”  I reminded Sage that I had promised never to spank her and explained that if I agreed to grant her wish and spank her she would be a very unhappy girl long before I was finished and that once I turned her over my knee it would be too late for her to change her mind.  Sage said,  “When Jason and I locked pinky fingers I wished that there was some way that we could still go to our prom and I will submit to a spanking.”

Sage had no idea about my proficiency in administering sound punishment paddlings acquired early in my marriage to John.  I am still tall and athletic with a taut physique, well toned body, and muscular arms at 61 years of age.  I started spanking John when I was 29 and he was 20.   John still finds himself draped across my lap about once a month when his attitude needs adjusting.  I only believe in painful punishment spankings and have never given a playful sexual spanking.  John hates being spanked and finds nothing erotic being turned over my knee.  When he needs a good spanking I always tease him by wearing sexy bras, panties, stockings, garter belts, and lingerie while I paddle his bottom with my Spencer style Dana’s Inferno long after he is kicking, squirming, and crying.

I took Sage into my bedroom and put the same straight backed vanity chair in the middle of the room that I use when paddling John.  Sage looked stunned when I pulled my paddle out from the bottom of my lingerie drawer!  I sit on the chair and lowered Sage’s jeans to her knees and put her across my lap.  I raised my paddle high above my head and brought it down with a snap of my wrist.  Sage tried to be stoic but let out a gasp as the imprint of my paddle showed through her thin nylon panties.  Sage began crying and pleading as I continued to paddle her panties.  As I promised her she would be a well spanked girl when finally left off of my lap.  She didn’t realize how much my spankings hurt when she agreed to be paddled.  After paddling her dad on the same chair with the same paddle I have become an expert disciplinarian!

When I returned to the living room with my paddle still in my hand my future son-in-law looked shocked.  I shook my paddle at him and told him that he was also to blame for Sage’s spanking and if he was my son it would be his turn to go over my knee.  Jason had tears in his eyes and he said that he was sorry and felt awful hearing Sage’s cries and pleads during her spanking and that since Sage agreed to be spanked that he should also be spanked.  I ordered my future son-in-law into my bedroom where Sage was lying on her stomach on my bed crying.  Her jeans were still pulled down and you could see her bright red bottom through her panties.  Her face was red, her eyes puffy, and tears were running down her face as she rubbed her sore bottom.

Sage was stunned when I sit on my vanity chair, lowered Jason’s pants and briefs, and put him across my lap.  “You deserve the spanking you are going to get.  You need a firm female’s hand to keep you in line.”  My first spank landed on the middle of both cheeks leaving a perfect imprint of my paddle and the holes in it.  My second spank landed right below the first and I continued to paddle up and down his bottom.  “How does that feel?” I asked as my paddle landed on the spot that was the reddest.  I continued to paddle up one side and down the other as Jason squirmed and twisted from side to side.  “This is just the beginning,” I said as Jason began crying uncontrollably and dancing on my lap.  “Naughty men need to be spanked.  You earned this bare bottom trip across my lap.”

Sage seemed to enjoy seeing Jason share in her punishment as he kicked and squirmed over my lap.  They had no clue that they were both spanked with me sitting on the same straight backed chair using the same paddle I use on John while he is reduced to tears and pleads while over my knee.  When I released Jason he did the same spanking dance around the room that John does about once a month.

Tonight a decade later I’m sitting on my porch pondering how many mother-in-laws have spanked their daughter’s husbands and thinking that you better watch out what you wish for because it might come true!

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Story Contest Entry #2 : Birthday Wish

Readers,

 

Here’s another of our entrants’ great stories for the  ‘Spanking Wish’ contest .~~

Enjoy!

– Dana

 

 

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‘Birthday Wish’

 

“Come on, honey!” she says, excitedly, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen.
I say nothing, but follow her, wondering what she is so happy about.
“I know the party isn’t until tomorrow,” she begins, “but since your actual birthday was today, I thought it would be nice to do something to celebrate this evening.”
My friends and a few relatives are all coming over tomorrow for a birthday party that she insisted on throwing in spite of all of my protests. I have never been a huge fan of parties, and this year, I have been feeling a little depressed thinking about all of the goals I had set for myself at this point in my life but did not accomplish, so celebrating is the last thing I feel like doing.
We step into the kitchen, and there is a small cake sitting on the table with one candle burning in the center.
“Happy birthday,” she tells me, giving my hand an enthusiastic squeeze. “Hurry up and make a wish before that candle melts and gets wax all over the cake!”
Taking a deep breath, I blow out the candle and say, “I wish you would just let go of the idea of the damn party and tell everyone not to come.”
The smile on her face disappears, replaced by a stern look with a raised eyebrow.
“Alright, young lady, we will skip the cake for now and come back to that later. We need to work on your attitude, and I believe we can achieve that with the birthday spanking. Go and wait for me in your bedroom,” she orders, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Quietly, I walk to my room and sit on the bed, already regretting my words. Why did I have to say anything? While I really don’t want a party, she has made a huge effort to come in from out of town and organize everything, and now, I have probably made her mad.
Several minutes pass before I hear a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” I say, nervously.
She steps into the room, holding a thick, sturdy looking wooden ruler.
“ We need to have a little talk, don’t we?” she asks, taking a seat beside me on the bed and putting the ruler on the nightstand for the moment.
“I am so sorry,” I tell her, looking at my feet instead of her.
Placing a hand under my chin, she gently lifts my head until we are making eye contact. “I’m sure you are sorry, sweetie, and you will probably be even sorrier in a few minutes, but I want to know what’s bothering you. You have been moody and difficult for the last couple of days, and I’m not going to put up with that anymore. I think, you need to tell me what is going on, right now.”
“I just don’t see the point in celebrating my birthday this year,” I explain. “I haven’t gotten anything right yet, so why should I be happy?”
“What do you mean by that?” she asks, still making me look into her eyes.
Slowly, I start to tell her about all of the goals and plans that I thought would be a reality at this point in my life, and how worried and upset I have been lately over not achieving those goals. I explain how I feel like I failed at so much, and how frustrated I have been in the past few weeks.
“I wish you had told me that you were feeling this way,” she says, pulling me in for a hug. “I could have helped you if I had known how unhappy you felt, and I would have also told you not to feel like things have gone wrong just because they didn’t fit with plans you made when you graduated from high school. Most people make plans at that point in life, and most people end up doing something different, but that’s okay.”
“I’m sorry,” I say again, leaning into her hug. “I have just been really frustrated. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”
“About that,” she says, easing me out of the hug and directing me to look at her again. “I can understand that you have had a lot on your mind, but that is no excuse for waiting until you get so upset to say anything, and it is certainly not a reason to snap at me, is it?”
“No, ma’am,” I reply, shaking my head.
“Take your shoes off,” she orders.
I nod and slide both shoes off, pushing them out of the way.
“Now, stand up,” she states, pointing to the spot on the floor in front of her.
I get up from my spot and move to stand in front of her, feeling nervous about what I know is about to happen.
Silently, she unbuttons and unzips my jeans, helping me to step out of them. Next, she slides my panties down, then, helps me step out of them too.
“Alright, young lady, let’s get this over with,” she says, pointing to her lap.
Carefully, I lower myself across her knees, resting my legs on the bed.
She wraps her arm around my waist securely, resting her palm firmly against my bare bottom. “Do you have anything you want to say before we get started?” she asks me.
“I’m sorry for getting so frustrated, and I didn’t mean to get upset with you,” I assure her, tensing up a bit.
“Relax for me,” she says, calmly. “This is going to hurt, but I won’t hurt you. I want you to think about what we have talked about while I spank you, and I want you to try and let go of some of that frustration.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I promise, taking a deep breath.
“That’s a good girl,” she assures me, raising her hand and bringing it down firmly across my bottom.
I whimper a little from her first stroke, which is quickly followed by a steady rhythm of more sharp swats.
For the next few minutes, my skin grows warmer and starts to really hurt while she continues to spank. I can also feel all of the thoughts that have been going around in my head for the last few weeks starting to settle.
As some of my frustration disappears, I become less tense, and focus more on the spanking I am receiving, which is becoming more than a little bit uncomfortable. Now, I let out a few yelps and kicks when her hand comes into contact with my sore skin.
“That’s it, sweetie,” she says in a comforting tone, stopping the hand spanking to reach for the ruler on the nightstand. “We just have to get through a bit more.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I agree, nervously.
“I know you’re worried now, and this next part is going to hurt,” she tells me. “This is your birthday spanking, but it is also a punishment for letting yourself get as worked up as you did and not asking for any help. It is okay to say something when you are having a problem, and I want you to remember that, okay?”
“Okay,” I promise, trying to relax a little over her lap.
I feel her arm rise, then, she brings the ruler down sharply across both cheeks at the same time, causing me to squeal.
Her grip on me tightens as she delivers one sharp stroke after another, sometimes alternating from cheek to cheek, and sometimes getting both at once.
The ruler stings so bad, and I am almost tempted to beg her to stop, but I know from past experience that even when a spanking is really hurting, because she is not going to really hurt me, she will stop when she is ready, and no amount of begging will change that.
I start whimpering more and more, and it has become impossible to keep from kicking my feet after each swat. “I am so sorry, and I promise, I will say something and never let myself get upset and grouchy again,” I tell her, not sure that I can handle the ruler much more.
She gives me several more strokes, much harder than all of the others, then, puts the ruler back on the nightstand.
“It’s okay,” she reassures me, releasing her grip around my waist. She places a gentle hand on my back and starts rubbing it in slow circles. “It’s over, sweetie.”
For several minutes, I stay quiet over her lap while she rubs my back and tells me everything is going to be alright.
Finally, she helps me sit up and pulls me into a tight hug. “Are you okay?” she asks.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answer her. “And thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she says. “Now, we can talk a more about everything if you need to, but first, would you like to go back into the kitchen and give blowing the candle out another try?”
“I would like to do that,” I agree as she helps me stand up and hands me my panties and jeans.
Once I am fully dressed, she wraps her arms around me for another hug. “Happy birthday,” she says, smiling as we go back into the kitchen.

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Story contest entry #1 : A Four Leaf Clover

Readers,

Below, our first ‘Spanking Wish’ contest entry, with many more to come.

 

Enjoy!

–  Dana

 

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‘A Four Leaf Clover’

Well where do I begin,
I was out enjoying the start of spring or at least it was a whole lot warmer and greener then it had been two months earlier!
I had wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city,traffic,load rude people, or maybe just get away from the wife always nagging me to clean up the house,garage, and well the yard as the snow was milted and the leaves were all just rotting under the tree where I had left it last fall. “Yes she had reminded me several times to bag them up before the first big snow”
Well I jumped on my bike that I had been waiting to take out “Just to blow out the carbon and feel the wind in my hair again!
Jill my wife had woke up this morning and said she was going to the Zoo with her two sisters, Kathy and RayLynn.
“Wow was Raylynn a looker!”
But any ways they would be gone for hours and the country roads were calling my name!
No sooner had Jill joined her sisters and I was out the door putting my leathers and warming up the the motor!
I head out of town on state route 140 looking forward to the curves through the mountian’s ahead,
about forty miles up the road the mountains open up to meadows and some of the clearest streams one could only dream about of see in pictures in all those field and stream magazines.
Just as i got out of the mountians I had to stop for a pit stop and drain that second cup of coffee I had just after breakfast.
as I was standing by what was the only tree for miles I dropped my sunglasses and reached down to pick them up when I seen it,
 ‘A Four leaf Clover!’ Cool.
I picked it up and thought about how this was going to be a very lucky day for me!
I got back on my bike and continued on.
I was cruizing along when I thought I seen some one standing along the road but as I got closer they were no longer there!
I past a sign that stated Crystal springs meadow three miles,
I had not been up that road since i was twelve when Dad and i would get away and go fishing and as he called it “Get away from Mom time”
as i slowed to make the turn there was this person again standing at the turn off hitching up the road towards Crystal Springs
“Strange’ it was a woman in a green outfit she was not very tall about 4’8” when i stopped I was thinking she or should I say the person had to be taller as I seen her from a far distance away before I stopped!
She told me she had a cabin up the valley and would pay me handsomely for a ride!
I asked more joking then seriously where are your parents and she looked to be no more then sixteen or so,
She told me she had not seen her parents in twenty years! OK this is getting weird there was no way she was in her thirty as I put 18 and her supposed twenty together since she may have left home.
She brought me back to her question of a ride and I agreed to take her to her cabin.
we were riding along for maybe fifteen miles when she said just up ahead is a road across the meadow I slowed to make the turn and she climbed off the bike and opened a gate that looked to be as old as the hills that were in the distance!
after I stopped and she closed the gate she climbed back on the back of the bike and told me just a little farther and she would pay me what ever i asked of her. Boy was my mind wondering with that statement but I told her it was no problem and i was happy to help!
We road up a glen following a stone covered road “Now who would ever build and road here out of stones that I can’t even imagine where they got them to build it! They almost were almost shimmering!
But what happened next was just to much to believe! just as we came around the last turn was a cottage  that was well right out of a painting by Thomas Kinkade! I parked the bike and she asked me to please come in and have a cool drink of water and then she would grant me what ever I asked!
I entered in to the cottage and the room it seemed to just spread out and she was gone, To where I did not know! She was just here right in front of me and the room was far to big for her to just turn a corner and be gone!
But then she was suddenly right behind me with a glass of the clearest coolest water I had ever seen or tasted!
she told me to follow her in to the other room and i less then a twinkle of and eye we were in a living room that had some of the prettiest hand carved wood furniture imaginable all made of Oak draperies made of what look like moss, and honestly if I did not know better the room was lit up with Fire Fly’s!
It smelled of Pine,Mint,Wild flowers, and had a cool moist feel Very Earthy!
I had not noticed until just now she was no longer wearing her Florescent Green outfit but a Dark Green evening gown that well, if there was ever a woman with a perfect figure she had it! she was neither slender nor heavy “I don’t know it was almost like she had the figure every man dreams of when they dream of that perfect woman! You know some men love a large woman with curves and some like them tall and slender! This woman had well that body I always dreamed of!
she had me sit down on a couch that was so comfortable I thought I had fallen a sleep the second I sat down!
That was when she asked me so what would you like for your unselfish serenader of time?
I kept saying to myself I would not ask for any thing but then just blurted out “I wish My Wife would stop nagging me about the chores and cleaning the house!” Wow did I just say that? I mean I don’t even know this lady and I am complaining about my wife! And she told me I could have any thing I wished for and I asked for my wife to get off my case! “Shaking head”
She said it is as you wish but since what you asked can be solved by you also there is a price you will pay for her no longer bringing up the things that she is asking of you!
And if you fail to do them she will have a power over you to do as she chooses!
When you get back home she will not be home yet!
You must do the three things you have promised her you would do!
Clean the yard,Clean the garage, and Start helping her with chores inside the house!
OK this is just to Weird how does she know what I have promised and or do all women think Men are lazy and do much the same thing’s?
But as you did not ask for monetary or some thing that would go against your love and commitment to your partner I will give you one more wish but it can only be something that will make you both happy!
OK Wow what do I wish for that would make us both happy!
by doing the things you promise her to do she will always look like and be the woman you always dreamed of and agree to letting you have the things you want that makes you happy!
But remember she will no longer complain to you but have you do things you will regret!
I don’t know how I got here but I was standing next to the Old Oak tree where I found the Four Leaf Clover and wanted to head home and clean up the yard!
When i got back I did start cleaning the yard but when i was done I went inside and turned on the TV I woke to Jill standing in front of me asking what happened to the garage!
The Garage what do you mean?
We walked out to the Garage and it was a bigger mess then I had seen it just a few hours ago!
Jill told me to clean it up and when I am done she will be wanting to set some new rules that will be followed or life would become my worst nightmare!
I finished the garage and went inside Jill told me she felt I was acting like a Lazy child and needed to be treated like one!
And as soon as I cleaned the bathroom “Like she had asked me two days in a row to do” I was going to make her a set of Paddles and other things that she will use when ever she asks me to do some thing and it does not get done!
I learned what the Leprechaun Lady meant when she warned me to do as I am asked or there would be a price to pay and what she meant when she told me what I would get if I did what I had promised to do!
Life is very painful when the chores are not done
But when I do as I am told my life has been filled with Happiness and time to enjoy our time together!
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It’s Been a Long Time

My friends,

Although I’m typing this post a few days early, by the time you read it, dated December 23, 2014, we’ll have been together here for more than four years.

This blog, in it’s original incarnation on blogger and imported here in 2013, contains somewhere upward of 850 individual posts, 200+ original, reader-submitted spanking stories, more than 3800 reader comments, and a whole bunch of me, running off at the mouth about this, that, and spanking. There are probably close to 100 free spanking videos now – Product Testing, Tips for Tops, previews, etc. – and uncountable photos, still, snaps, and images from several years of spanking boys and girls on film.

We’ve talked a lot about serious things, and delved pretty deeply into our interests, our victories, and our defeats. We’ve also been downright silly, probably more than anything else.

Every year I try and come up with a way to properly thank you, every single one, for enriching my life in some way, even if it’s just that you choose to come here twice a year and poke around for a while…I’m grateful.

For those of you who comment, write, and engage – well, I’m in your debt. Your feedback (whether positive, negative, or completely nonsensical) is immeasurably valuable to someone who sometimes wonders why she spends so much damn time typing. Thank you.

All my friends and playmates, what can I say? You’ve changed my world, and my view of people in general. You’ve shown me, over and over again, just how very human we all are – and what an amazing thing that is. Sharing yourselves with me, so intimately, and for so long, proves what I’m always telling every single one of you – you’re beautiful people. I love you all.

Who knows what next year will bring any of us? Hopefully, we’ll all get at least one step closer to wherever it is we’re heading.

(Also spanking.)

Happy this year. Happy next year. Happy every year.

 

With deepest gratitude,

– Dana

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New Product Testing with Dana Kane Video : SensualPaddles.com

Hey kids,

Here’s a new product testing video, starring my sweet friend Kay, and featuring paddles by our new friend at SensualPaddles.com. Not only are the paddles made well, and really pretty, but they’re an interesting combination of wood and some type of dense foam – making them partially painful and partially painLESS. We had fun playing around with these interesting implements, and it’s clear that, depending on which side you use, it’s a toss up to who will wear out first, you or your bottom.

Enjoy!

– Dana
 

 

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In the News : What the British Public thinks about politics and spanking

 

A couple weeks ago, The Independent published an article titled, “Role play, bondage and spanking: How we view the sex lives of politicos”, sharing a few spicy statistical excerpts from a book called, “‘Bedroom Politics: Party Images”.

Quoting the Independent article, “The British public believes Ukip supporters are bad in bed, Labour supporters are best, Lib Dems are boring and Conservatives are into spanking, according to a revealing new book.”

While I’m in no way qualifying the below statistics and have no way to confirm their accuracy – and also (probably shamefully) do not know a darned thing about the makeup of the British political landscape – the word ‘spanking’ is included in one of the graphs, so it’s worth looking at:

 

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Click on the linked article title above to see more of the statistical data, and to read the entire text.

 

–  Dana

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You are NOT alone : Visitor Stats

Everyone,

There’s a feeling of isolation that sometimes comes along with being a bit different than those around us (the truth is that all of them are different, too, somehow, than everyone else) and we sometimes feel all alone in the world. Especially when you’re a part of some sort of minority, ours being the spanking-motivated kind, we all have occasion to feel as though we’re surrounded by people ‘other’ than us. As a way of relieving that notion, every year I have this handy little statistical thingy in the sidebar of my blog. As you can see, you can hardly toss a rock without hitting a fellow spanko, at least in many parts of the world..

Spanko blog visitors,

beginning January 1, 2014:

Flag Counter

Now, this little widget is just a code written by some cool folks which I’ve added to the blog. There’s also something called Analytics, which records daily visitors (along with a whole host of other boring/unrelated stats) for the week, month, year, and so on.

Per Analytics for this blog, the number of individual users who’ve visited since January 1, 2014 :

Individual Users

138,498

 

So no excuses! If you’re not spanking/being spanked in your current life, you can’t blame a lack of willing co-participants – unless, of course, you’re that one guy in Angola…

–  Dana
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Closing in on 42 : A Musical Interlude (TUS)

 

Music resonates with all of us – it soothes the Savage Beast, or something. Also, if you’re lucky, it has a good beat and you can dance to it! (American Bandstand reference. Anyone? Anyone…? Crickets.)

But I digress, which I understand happens far more frequently as one ages. Also losing eyeglasses, from what I’ve heard, so I’ve personally amassed a collection of reading glasses that would make Fred G. Sanford proud. (Crickets again.)

Seems like another sure sign of aging is making references to things from decades ago which many of your readers will NOT understand…move along young people, nothing to see here.

 

Back to music. Some things we love because they’re the soundtracks of our youth, and some we love because they remind us of a person or event in our lives. And sometimes it’s just a kickass song. Well, I’m from the sticks (the country, the woods, Down South, or, as we from there not-so-lovingly refer to it: BFE), so there’s a whole lotta fiddle in the soundtrack of my youth, and a whole bunch of old country ballads about love, loss, whiskey, trucks, trains, and swimmin’ holes. Lots of folks say that they hate country music for just these reasons, but my redneck heritage leads me to feel differently. There’s good newer stuff too, to be fair. So let’s take a short listen to some great songs you’ll probably hate if you’re not from the south. Listen anyway – it’s my birthday.

 

Mamma’s Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys – Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings

A quintessential country song..

 

 

I Will Always Love You – Dolly Parton

The original, the one-and-only, beautiful..

 
 

Jambalaya – Hank Williams

You cannot not love this song (unless, of course, you’re from anyplace else in the world, probably)…

 
 

Boondocks – Little Big Town

The country song which most reminds me of home..

 
 


But not all that music I grew up on was country, western, and cajun/creole; some of that music was rock and roll. My daddy was a bit of a wild child and grandma’s records weren’t the only ones playing on the home stereo. From that mixed bag of influence comes my favorite song of all time. From a girl born just a few miles from me, who also hated/loved her small-town upbringing. Boy, did she get a LONG way from southeast Texas!…

 

Me and Bobby McGee – Janis Joplin

Is there really anything else to say here? This is music history. Just listen..


 
 

 Fat Bottomed Girls – Queen

If you have to ask why I love this song, you have not been paying attention..

 
 

You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC

Oh hellyeah..

 
 
 
Then there’s this – possibly one of the most lyrically perfect songs ever (in my humble and not-to-be-challenged opinion).
 

Carnival  –  Natalie Merchant

If there is such a thing as a ‘second favorite’ song, this is mine…

 
 

And finally, in a bid to fairness, the song which – since the very first time I heard it – I find the most irksome on the entire planet.

 
 

Thanks for sticking around with me for another year – you all ROCK (and roll).

– Dana

P.S. For those so inclined, the birthday wishlist is HERE.

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Spanking PSA : Try Not

 

How many times have we all said, “I’m going to try to do better” or, “I’m trying to eat healthier and exercise” or “I’m trying to treat my spouse with more respect”?

I know how many  times I’ve heard statements like these in a disciplinary setting, and it almost always irritates me. Here’s why :

 

We shouldn’t have to TRY to do things we already know how to do. We *try* new things, not old ones. Respect is something we all learn/experience/view at a young age; healthy living is no secret, considering we’re all told from the outset what’s ‘bad’ and ‘good’ for us.

Is this making any sense?

You don’t *try* to drive to work. You just do. Because you already know how.

You don’t *try* to chew your food properly before swallowing. You just do. (Or you don’t, in which case Natural Selection takes place.)

I could do a lot of these silly ‘you don’t *try* things, but hopefully we’re on the same page now idea-wise..

 

Why, then, must we try so hard to take good care of ourselves, be nice to the people we love, and do good things for our communities and fellow people?

Why does everyone have to TRY so damn hard to do the Right Thing?

Just do it.

Because you already know how.

dana kane try not
Listen to Yoda

–  Dana

 

 

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Video Q&A #2 : Better late than….oh hell, it’s just late.

 

You’ve probably forgotten all about this VQA, but I haven’t…it’s just been sitting on one of the back burners a bit too long. However, after weeks of diligent procrastination, I’ve finally managed to sit still long enough to complete the task.

Thanks to everyone for participating, and even more for being patient.

–  Dana

 

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In the News : Helping depression/addiction with spanking therapy?

 

Well well well…

This article, taken from the often silly but just-as-often correct pages of a uk online magazine, claims that doctors in some country or other are finding that corporal punishment stimulates areas of the brain, thereby releasing endorphins (“happy chemicals in the brain”) and making people relax.

 

My 25 cents:

When you’re stressed, anxious, depressed, sick, tired, chock-full of foreign substances (drugs, alcohol, medications, etc), or all of the above – your brain doesn’t get the chance to produce and use all those yummy Happy Chemicals you need in order to be a Smiley Boy or Girl, instead of a grievous, bitchy monster or tearful shell of your former self. Lack of neurotransmitters like Seratonin and Dopamine change the brain’s chemistry and operation, sometimes drastically, making you or me or anyone else experiencing it feel less than our best. The pharmaceutical market makes BILLIONS of dollars selling us antidepressants, anti anxiety medications, anti-whatever-else they can come up with…..and then sexual stimulators to help us get over all the other stuff we’ve pumped ourselves full of in the name of  a Good Mood.  You usually also then have to take a handful of other over-the-counter medications to offset the side effects of the original medicine, all of which also cause some sort of wonkiness in your poor, drenched-yet-oddly-still-depressed body.

Do you feel better yet? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

 

 

A Good Thrashing really DOES help.

 spanking therapy

Imagine that.

 

This is something that we spankos have discussed for years – decades, probably – and I can personally speak to the many times I’ve seen playmates, friends, and other participants in spanking play find peace, mentally and phycially, from the activity.

Physical discomfort releases ENDORPHINS. That’s plain, simple, and a firm, fixed medical fact.  When that physical discomfort is carried out and accepted in a positively reinforced, loving, empathetic manner, the likelihood that a spankee’s endorphins will rise and leave him/her ‘clearer’, ‘energized’, and ‘more focused’ (all quotes from current playmates) increases dramatically. I have one friend who uses her spanking playtimes as therapy for fibromyalgia, and has her own two-plus years of spankings as hard evidence – regular, firm spanking sessions reduce the pain of her fibro.  Even our illustrious Erica Scott has written at length about her own battles with depression and other issues, which were (and still are, regularly, to the great good fortune of everyone who gets to see the photos) greatly helped by her participation in weekly spanking play.

In my personal experience, I’ve had more conversations than I could possibly recount, all about the myriad ways that spanking improves mood, disposition, and general feelings of well-being. We’re not going into the sexual wellness realm, as prudishness precludes my getting too steamy here, but I believe you’ll agree it’s fair to say that, even when it’s strictly platonic, spankings are hot. They get our blood pumping, our thoughts racing, and many times we both work up a good, healthy sweat in the process. How can one walk away from a physically intense, intimate experience (which provides them a dose of Endorphins about as effective as three cups of Irish Cream-spiked-cappuccino) and NOT feel better?

 

 

This is not a joke, not a hoax, and not a load of BS.

behavior modification

Physical discomfort ‘resets’ the brain.

(Go ahead, stump your big toe hard on the coffee table and see if you can still remember what you walked into the room for.)

Again, I’m ALWAYS talking about adult spanking here, folks. I don’t converse or opine on childhood spankings on this blog, even though I had them (lots of them) myself, and have very definite opinions on the subject. No, this is all about Adult Spanking – and I’d love someone to prove to me that it does NOT positively affect the brain chemistry of those open to the idea.

Anyone?

 

(crickets)

 

 

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Conversations with Spankos : Men in Panties

 

So what’s the deal with guys wearing panties, anyway?

There seems to be some confusion.

men-wearing-panties

 

There are lots of reasons why a man might find himself interested in ladies panties, but I want to talk about the reasons he may want to try them on..

 

Some men who wear underthings designed for women identify as cross dressers, and this identification often includes other items of women’s clothing worn along with those lacy briefs (thongs usually don’t work for guys, for obvious reasons). Cross dressing doesn’t necessarily indicate transgender or homosexual interest – it’s common for hetero-identified, ‘masculine’ men to cross dress.

Others like to wear panties but don’t really care for all the other accouterments of feminine dress (okay, maybe the occasional pair of nude thigh-high stockings..) – I fondly call these fellas ‘panty boys’. They’re just into the feel and texture and fit of the garment, and there’s still something slightly naughty about wearing them.

 

There’s a common misconception that a man in panties is something less than attractive…I cannot imagine why. Just look at the above screengrab – taken from a recent youtube video showing guys trying on panties for the first time – those perky, satin-covered bums look pretty cute to me.

 

Several of my male playmates choose to wear panties for their spankings, and many more have been ‘sentenced’ to the task. I am always tickled under any circumstance by which I can see one of my Tough Guys tucked into one of Victoria’s better-kept secrets.

Guys, where are you on this? (Obviously, you can comment anonymously) Are you into the occasional full-bottom satin brief? If so, care to explain it to those who may not understand?….

And ladies, what about you? Does the idea of your man/partner/spankee in panties make you giggle, or cringe? Why?

 

–  Dana

 

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Spanking PSA : Accountability

 

Since we know how much all spankos love school scenes, let’s handle this like an old-fashioned lesson. Fun, right?

 

(crickets)

 

Have a seat there at your desk, eyes forward, and try not to disturb your neighbors. Today, boys and girls, we’re going to talk about ‘Accountability’.

Accountability is a big word that means doing what you’re supposed to do. You can be accountable for all sorts of things, and even accountable to people or situations – it’s also a very important aspect of our social structure. Let’s start with the basics:

 

What is Accountability ?

 

ac·count·a·bil·i·ty
əˌkountəˈbilitē/
noun
  1. the fact or condition of being accountable; responsibility.
              “their lack of accountability has corroded public respect”
    synonyms : responsibility, liability, answerability

     

    See there? Right at the very top of the google search for ‘accountability’, the above. Lots of times a good way to figure out where a word belongs in the language is to look at it’s synonyms..you get an immediate feel for the strength and use of a word. In this case, the words synonymous with accountability are responsibility, liability, and answerability.

     

    How do we apply that to adult spanking as discipline? Simply put, when held accountable you are responsible, liable, and answerable for your behavior. When your behavior does not meet or exceed the expectations you’ve set for yourself (with the help of someone holding a paddle), the consequences will likely include a spanking. And almost as often they’ll be accompanied by a lot of listening, ‘yes, ma’am-ing’, and even the dreaded Written Assignment (or the even-more-fearsome Corner Time).

     

    Not a beating.
    Not an assault.
    Not abuse.

     

    In my opinion, adult spanking as discipline (or simply for fun, for that matter) is none of those things, and I think you’ll all agree. Even when we use the words ‘discipline’ and ‘punishment’, they’re used in the context of positive reinforcement, care, empathy, and mutually agreed-upon goals.

     

    Not everyone into spanking is interested in addressing their Issues. Hell, there may even be people walking around who have no Issues to address (although this is highly doubtful based on current empirical data)…and nothing works for everyone.

     

    But everyone is accountable.

     

    If you’re not living up to your own expectations  – because it’s truly counter-productive to care about the expectations of others before your own – maybe you need a spanking.
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Conversations with NON Spankos : Ask your loved one to comment

 

( Spankos, this is usually all about us, from us, by us, and from our perspectives. This time, I’d like to ask those of you who have the lucky fortune of having an openminded NON-spanko in your lives to read the below and possibly give us their insights. I don’t want your opinions this time, kiddos, and don’t want the ‘my wife says’ either. I want to hear from the actual NON-spanko partners, friends, etc. in your lives who know and are willing to participate. Pass this on if you think yours is willing to contribute to our understanding of their views.)

 

An open request to those of you who know and love someone with a spanking fetish:

 

Maybe you participate in spanking with your partner/friend, and maybe you don’t; possibly you try very hard to understand his or her desire for this type of activity, and possibly you think it’s the strangest damn thing you’ve ever heard of. Maybe you’ve done some research on your own to see what it’s all about, or maybe you just don’t want to know…

We – the people in your lives who ARE into spanking – want to know what you think of it all. Really, we do. Don’t just tell us what we want to hear, either, we can handle the truth.

You see, when a person thinks about spanking whether they want to or not (which is how many, if not most, of us feels), it colors their perceptions of the act itself. What someone like you, who isn’t compelled to participate in spanking, understand about our interests is important – we want you to understand, and we want you to be ‘okay’ with something that we may feel a bit unsure about, ourselves. The best way to get you ‘okay’ is to give you the chance to tell us, the spanking enthusiasts, what you think.

If you’re reading this, it’s likely because someone’s asked you to – and I’ll ask that you now take a minute to respond via the comments feature, so that we’ll know how YOU feel.

 

–  Dana

 

 

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Final tally for Give Til it Hurts #3 – Kiva

 

WOW!

You guys and gals turned up the volume in a BIG way for the Give Til it Hurts Kiva fundraiser!

Are you ready for this?…

As a group, the Kiva lending team “Friends of Dana Kane” has contributed $ 1400.00. Isn’t that fantastic?!

With a total of  21  loans, we managed to do a lot of really great good in Mexico, Philippines, Rwanda, Pakistan, Samoa, Nigeria, Ukraine, Bolivia, Myanmar, Peru, Sierra Leone, Togo, Mali, and Tajikistan. Contributors helped fund loans for individuals and small businesses in agriculture, livestock, food sales and preparation, goods sales, higher education, and even clean/green initiatives.

To those who participated, I am completely mind-blown at your generosity and willingness to help. You’ve all proven again just how much people really do care about one another, and I couldn’t be prouder to be among you.

 

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

 

***

I’ll be making arrangements for limited edition Give Til it Hurts paddle delivery with those of you who have contributed, so if you haven’t already please email me your details. I’m producing a video especially for contributors, as well, which will be delivered electronically in the upcoming week.

***

(If you’re counting, that’s over THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS we’ve managed to donate/contribute via the first three GTIH fundraisers! Imagine what we can do next, and next, and next…)

 

 

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It’s September, so we should probably talk about some things. (TUS)

Everyone,

Around this time of year, I start thinking about what’s going to happen over the course of the next six months – planning out where, when, and how I’m going to go about cold-weather travel and surviving another winter in the Mojave desert.

Fine, fine, I can’t really complain about the weather here, even in winter, since I know just how much some of you really deal with. We don’t get massive snows (or any snow at all, since I’ve been here anyway. Not even close), or hail or flooding, freezing rain, or hurricanes (thankyouverymuch), so there’s really not much ‘winter’ here at all when you think about it.

And for the most part, I keep my slim southern backside out of the coldest-winter areas during the coldest months. I love you guys, but I think you’re all crazy for slogging through hip-high snow for three to five months a year…move to Florida and we’ll play in February. Deal?…

It’s still a bummer for me, is wintertime. I hate to fall forward…it messes with my inner rhythm somehow, and I’m firmly convinced that I know what’s right. Dark should NOT come at 5:30pm, ever. And no matter what time it is, I know that even on the coldest and shortest days of the year here, someone – someplace I’d rather be – will be sitting on a sunny beach sipping a mimosa. The bastard.

There’s really only one redeeming thing about the colder months for me, and that’s that it’s the appropriate time of year to cook things in one big pot. Things like chili, red beans, vegetable soup, and all the other Kitchen Sink meals that seem too hot and heavy for summer stomachs. Cooking is a happy thing for me, and I can spend hours in the middle of the day baking things that I hadn’t planned to bake the day before. I also have a bit of an obsessive thing about having everything prepared, on time, at the same time. I guess I’m Big on Punctuality..
(And I’ll be trying out a new GF cornbread recipe to go along with the above-mentioned beans – if it turns out not half bad I’ll take a photo before we inhale it.)

Also, my birthday month is coming in October, which means that I’ll be turning another year older – something that is, as my friends know, always a happy time for me, as I am also Big on Attendance. Being still here rocks, and I’m looking forward to doing it more, and for a very long time. (If you want to help me celebrate 42 years of Perfect Attendance, my Amazon wishlist is HERE.)

Now I’m going to go into the back of the closet and pull out the coat that I know I’ll need sooner than later.

– Dana

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Spanko Distractions : Coming Soon PUZZLER

Everyone,

I found this fun little program which allows you to upload a photo and turn it into a virtual jigsaw puzzle and thought it’d be a new and interesting pain-in-the-spanko-tushie way to sneak preview upcoming spanking videos.

Tell me what you think?…

– Dana

P.S. There’s a fun little timer attached, so see just how quickly you can get it put together. If you’re proud of your time, post it in the comments area – but no cheating!

 

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Spanking Info from ’round the World

 

 

Porn Hub, one of the internet’s largest free porn sites, has compiled some pretty interesting statistics on BDSM searches and internet activity worldwide. There are some pretty cool metrics tools – and you can even look at JUST the spanking searches and stats. Kinda cool, check it out HERE.

An example of Porn Hub’s stats:

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As if you don’t get enough of me here..

 

 

..there’s this stuff, for your Kindle:

 

IfYouKnowWhatsGoodForYou

If You Know What’s Good for You (Adult Spanking as Discipline)

Mostly True Stories : Men Do the Darndest Things
Mostly True Stories : Men Do the Darndest Things

 

Conversations with Spankos
Conversations with Spankos
Mostly True Stories : Adventures in Discipline
Mostly True Stories : Adventures in Discipline

 

Selected Spanks
Selected Spanks
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Conversations with Spankos : I’ve had a lot of really GREAT experiences..”

 

Last time round we talked about the bad and ugly, so let’s uplift things a bit this week. This one’s simple:

 

Tell us about your BEST spanking experience – was it your first-ever spanking? Your hardest? Most recent? Are they *all* the best?

 

Leave your great spanking experiences in the comments area so that others (especially those who may be new to it all) can see just how much fun we can have when we do it Right.

 

(Since so many of my great experiences have been videotaped (think Delrin punishments, cruise ships, and water guns), I’ll simply direct you to the Free Videos to see some of mine…)

 

–  Dana

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Fundraiser Paddle Update

 

** For those of you who’ve already contributed, you MUST email me your info so I can get you your paddle and video! **

 

We’ve already contributed $600 to the Kiva fundraiser – and there’s still time to get in on the video and limited edition paddle prize – just take a look at the fundraiser post HERE and join ‘Friends of Dana Kane’ on Kiva. Simple!

 

Thanks to everyone who’s participated thus far (I’m looking forward to giving you ALL your paddles..personally.)

 

–  Dana

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Conversations with Spankos : “I’ve had a lot of Bad Experiences”

 

Everyone,

 

I can’t say with certainty how many times I’ve heard the title phrase, but it’s enough to have prompted me to write this post. I’m hoping that, as always, you’ll recognize something in this which makes you think, laugh, learn, or – bonus! – all three at once.

We’ve talked abut bad scenes before, but I’d like to re-explore this in a different way: by giving you the floor.

When I gave a recent new playmate permission to talk about some of the things he’d experienced in past playtimes, there were more than a couple ‘bad scenes’ discussed; honestly, I was surprised that someone who’d had such poor experiences was still willing to experiment. I was also complimented that he’d trusted me enough to try again, and I hope that he had as much fun as I did. I’d hate to be the punchline of a ‘bad scene’ story, after all.

So what is your ‘bad scene’ story? What went wrong, and, more importantly, what (if anything) could you have done to have prevented it? Was it funny or scary or surreal or….?

I think it’ll be interesting for others to see that they’re not the only ones who’ve been working on a spanko learning curve, and that it’s okay to admit that it takes a while to figure it all out.

(**Please have sense enough to not use the actual person’s name when telling your bad scene story – we’re not trying to build a database, just get it out of our systems.**)

 

Here’s one of mine (there haven’t been many) and it’s a short one:

 

A few years ago (I’d just begun traveling in earnest), in *insert city here*, I’d made plans to meet and spank a gentleman for the first time. We’d agreed upon a pretty generic get-to-know-you spanking, and he’d not given any indication that he was anything other than perfectly lovely, so when I met a somewhat youngish (30s), well-dressed smiling guy I thought, “This should be fun.”

I was so. very. wrong.

It was not fun. Not for me, and not for him.

Immediately, he was consternated by the lack of mirrors in the room in which we were playing. There were two; they were both quite large; they were mounted to opposite walls, reflecting the whole damn room. This was not enough reflection for this fella, clearly, and so he asked whether I had “more mirrors”.

Under most circumstances, the answer would be a confused “no”, but this time I happened to be in a professional, many-roomed playspace – the room right next door had a pedestal mirror! – so there actually WERE more mirrors. So a confused “yes” later, we had a third mirror…which he spent approximately eleven minutes (I may be exaggerating a bit) positioning *just so*.

Yes, I was beginning to get a little irritated, but figured, hell, to each his own.

So we, finally, started the spanking.

I invited him across my lap to begin the spanking over his pants, then slid them down to his knees and continued over his briefs, using just the palms of my hands. He was flinching quite a bit, so as I wiggled his briefs down I said something along the lines of, “You’re doing just fine…it’ll hurt a little more now, but just take deep breaths.”

After a couple minutes of more flinching on his part, I thought maybe he could use a little break and massaged his buns for a minute before beginning again, saying, “Okay, let’s try this again. Harder now. Relax.”

Before I could land a single swat, he sprang up from my lap, placed his hands on his hips, and said, “This isn’t working. It’s like being spanked by a cheerleader.”

Nonplussed, I invited him to dress and showed him the way out. I did not offer an apology. Honestly, I still can’t see what’s wrong with being spanked by a cheerleader (isn’t there a helluva fantasy in there someplace?!). Now, I get what the guy was trying to convey: he wanted to be Domme-d – treated, handled, and spoken-to roughly; not positively reinforced or shown tenderness or empathy. He wanted his ass whipped by a mean lady who didn’t give a flip about him.

I still offer no apology. That’s not who I am. But I will admit that that ‘insult’ still comes to mind when I think of bad scenes…and not just because I didn’t get what I wanted, but because he didn’t either. Probably would’ve helped had he made his wants and wishes clear, but not everyone’s able to verbalize that, are they?

Anyway, and here’s the great part of this story: When I saw my awesome friend Mona, also a pro-domme, and told her the story, she said, “Ohmygod, The Mirror Guy! I know him! EVERYBODY knows him!!”

We’ve ALL been there.

 

–  Dana

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Not TOTALLY unrelated to spanking, but close.

 

You know how it feels when you’re pretty sure that you haven’t done something right, but you can’t be totally certain until it’s too late?

dana kane bakes
Gluten Free (very nearly done properly) Banana Bread

 

The batter for this new banana bread recipe looked great; it smelled wonderful while baking; it even looked absolutely perfect when pulled from the oven.

And I didn’t drop this one, either. So I had high hopes.

Except that, while cooling, the center dropped. And dropped. And dropped some more. The obvious problem being that I attempted to do something very silly – bake a really thick, towering loaf of gluten free dessert bread. Alas, the constraints of wheat-free gastronomics..  Basically, next time I’ll have to make two or three ‘baby loaves’ of this stuff instead of one gigantic one. It was yummy, though..

Live, bake, and learn.

 

Also, this:

dana kane donates
Don’t be silly. Of course they expect you to take them.

 

If you have the occasion to stay in a hotel sometime throughout the year – TAKE THE SOAP! Yes, take the damn soap. You (and the next person and the next and the next) pay for that little bar of soap every time you pay for a night in any room – all those little ‘amenities’ are in the price – and most of us don’t actually use the stuff. But why just leave it sitting there? Take it home, put it in a box, and when the box is full take it to your local shelter or mission. They’re always desperate for toiletries and it won’t cost you a dime.

Don’t want to go to the trouble of collecting and delivering them? Bring ’em to me…I’ll put them in my box.

 

Finally, and this is the semi-spanking-related part:

Does the stuff that’s totally unrelated to spanking dilute your interest in this blog? Do my gf recipes and pet photos and other off-topic posts add or detract from the rest? I know we’re all here for spanking and don’t want to drag you too far off-course if you’re not interested.

Let me know your thoughts? (In the comment box below please.)

 

– Dana

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Switching it Up Survey Results

 

spanking survey

 

spanking survey

 

And below, unedited, your answers to the ‘Who Would You…’ questions :

 

If you’re a bottom, and just had to switch with someone, who would you choose to spank?

If you’re a top, and just had to switch with someone, who would you choose have spank you?

Michaela McGowen

Dana Kane

Natalie Portman

Katy Perry

vanessa marcil

Julianne Moore

joan collins

Jamie Gunns

Dana Kane

Susanah reid

Rachel Rilet

James deen

James deen

Megan Fox

Judy Garland

Margaret Thatcher

Lindsey Lohan

Gena Davis

Dane Kane,please love

Susan Sarandon

MADONNA

Ms Dana Kane

Sarah Palin

megan mullally

Halle Berry

Barbara Streisand

Kaity Tong

nice but bratty people

George W Bush

Richard Gere

madonna

Jennifer Love Hewitt or Christy Canyon

Christy Canyon and/or Audree Jaymes

Dana Kane

Dana Kane

Charlize Theron

Dana Kane

Bella swan

No one I can think of right now

ONLY those who ENJOY!

ONLY those who ENJOY

Co-workers

Female management

Goldie Hawn

Sigourney Weaver

Dana Delaney

Dana Delaney

Sarah Michelle Gellar

Don’t know

yes

hard

susan sarandon

susan sarandon

Angelina Joulie

Angelina Joulie

Troy Aikman … Have you seen the size of those hands?!?!? Wooohooooooooo!!!

Miley Cyrus

heidi Klum

S/O

Dita

Debbie Wasserman-Schultz

Michelle Bachmann or Sarah Pailin

ellen page

celebrities

n/a

jennifer aniston

jennifer aniston

subs

Tops

tom hardy

brad pitt

Spouse

you or Sarah Gregory

Dana Kane

swim suit model

Eminen

Angelina Jolie

Angelina Jolie

Jessica Alba

Elizibeth Montgomery

JoAnne Jameson

Dana Kane

wife

female

Sarah Palin, the Kardashian broads.

Jennifer Aniston

dana kane

jay-lo

dana kane

jay-lo

brittany spears

Dana Kane

Megyn Kelly

Kitty

Samantha Woodley

You

Catherine Zeta Jonex

celebrities

Allison Miller

Allison Miller

Bettie Page

Honor Blackman (and nothin’ wrong with older! :)

Donnakane

Donnakane

kate upton

rihanna

a fit woman

An attractive woman

in general a blonde

in general a redhead

katy perry

katy perry

carrie underwood

carrie underwood

Jane Seymore

women who cuts my hair

Dana Kane

polititians

Dana Kane

Kate Upton

Dana Kane

Kate Beckinsale

Diane Keaton

Jane Seymore

coworkers

Rachel McAdams

Sarah Palin

A Lady who needs done unto her as I need done unto me.

Just my spanker

Clare Fonda

Shanelle

Someone I trust who could coach me.

shania twain

dana kane

Goldie Hawn

Charlise Theron

Julia louis dreyfuss

Demi Moore

Dana Kane

n/a

Someone tough so I knew I was not going to genuinely hurt them (or more specific?)

Avril Lavigne

Avril Lavigne

my best friend

anyone willing

dana

dana

penny from big bang

penny from big bang

Felicity Kendell

Diana Rigg

Scarlett Johansson

Tom Cruise

Tom Cruise

Jennifer lopez

Jennifer lopez

Olivia Newton John

Jane Mansfield

Dana

Dana

Sandra Bollock

Miss Jennifer

Hmm you ms Dana Kane

Sarah Michelle Gella

Marilyn Monroe

Ronda rousey

kami robertson

kami robertson

my domme.

My old babysitter

Gerard Butler

Secretary, cheerleader

Teacher, Boss, Riding Mistress

dana kane

dana kane

Celebrities

Dana. kane

Leonardo DiCaprio

Matt Smith

jennifer lawrence

Erica Scott, but she doesn’t bottom to women. This is one of the few times I’ll say booo to not having a penis.

Blondie

Loraine Newman

Sasha Grey

Dana Kane

Dana Specht

 

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Just subscribe already.

 

A friend emailed today to ask why I hadn’t told her about the Kiva fundraiser.

 

“But it’s on the blog,” was my natural response.

“Well I don’t look at the blog every day, so I must’ve missed it.” said she.

 

Me:  “So just subscribe already.”

Her:  “To what?”

“What do you mean, ‘to what?'”

“Subscribe to what?…”

“Weren’t we talking about my blog?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know I could subscribe.”

Me: “Ohholyhell..”

 

If you, like my sweet, above mentioned friend, haven’t yet subscribed to the blog, it’s easy to make sure that you don’t miss stuff. The posts come to your inbox; you can choose to open/peruse them, or simply hit ‘delete’ (which would be kind of weird, considering you’ve just signed up and all).

To subscribe, just enter your email in the box below, and Feedburner will send you the posts via email. As with anything, you may choose to unsubscribe at any time.

 

Don’t miss a thing!

 

 

 

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Goodbye, stranger

 

None of us really knows the people we see on television; movie stars are supposed to become their characters, and to make us love (or hate) them without ever thinking of the person ‘playing’ them.

Robin Williams was great at that. It was his job to make people laugh, and he did so beautifully. It’s a shame that he wasn’t laughing along with us.

A clip from one of my all-time favorite movies :

 

The Birdcage

 

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Playing with Robin : Free Videos

 

Readers,

I have a few playmates who I’d classify as ‘masochist’ in addition to the spanking fetishist tag most commonly described as ‘spanko’. (We won’t argue about whether a spanko is a masochist and a masochist is a spanko and whether those two are mutually exclusive or not, because this is one of those areas in which we’re all entitled to our opinions.) These lion-hearted few not only tolerate their severe-to-super-severe sessions, but they crave the pain associated more than the average player, I think. For many of us (and I’m going out on a limb here by generalizing, so somebody throw me a rope) the pain isn’t really one of the main goals – it’s more of a bonus, or even something to endure in order to reach emotional release. More than a few of my playmates have admitted that, although they know that discomfort is part of the process, they’re certainly not in it for the hurt.

Does that make sense to you, too?

(I’m digressing a bit. Forgive me.)

Then there’s Robin; Robin’s a long-time playmate and friend who’s one of the more masochistic spankos with whom I’ve played. He LIKES the pain…hell, he loves it. He’s also game for just about anything, and (like the VBB) can take a whole helluva lot more punishment than most would want – and then ask for more.

Last time we got together, I decided to ‘spread it around’ a bit, so to speak, as there’s not much of Robin that’s off-limits, impact-wise, and I was feeling a bit sadistic.

What follows are several clips of me smacking various parts of Robin’s body (butt, thighs – front and back, palms, back, feet) – relentlessly – with an odd selection of implements, including a rubber ruler, drum stick, and plastic shoehorn.

Some of this gets a bit rough, so be warned: if you’re squeamish – or only interested in butt-impact scenes – the other clips probably aren’t up your alley.

I’ll introduce each clip so you can pick and choose which ones to watch. Fair enough?

Playing with Robin

Beginning in the only sensible place: his butt. In this clip, I’m trying out a heavy plastic shoehorn:

Uh-oh. Bastinado (with cane and stinger):

Then onto the backs of the thighs, with my trusty martinet:

Then, naturally, the fronts of the thighs – with a wooden pasta spoon:

Rubber ruler on palms:

Drumstick test on butt:

Finally, martinet across the back:

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Give Til it Hurts #3 : Kiva, Free Videos, and Limited Edition Paddles!

 

Readers,

(Don’t despair; once you get past all the details, there’s Free Stuff!!)

After the first two very successful ‘Give Til it Hurts’ fundraisers, both for animal charities, a few of my friends and playmates suggested that we put our considerable resources toward something a bit different from time to time. While we all love the critters endlessly, we can also acknowledge that there are a bazillion places where our dough can do great things – let’s take a look at another great way to help the world around us, while not really even spending any money at all.

 

CLICK HERE TO JOIN ‘FRIENDS OF DANA KANE’ ON KIVA

Kiva is a micro-lending organization providing loans to needy folks, mostly in developing countries. Millions of dollars in small loans have been facilitated through Kiva in the last decade, and the repayment rate is 99% – meaning that nearly every single cent loaned is repayed, thereby making the loan almost zero risk for those of us who contribute. The funds contributed/loaned through the Kiva website are distributed to people who will use those funds to improve their living situations, via small business endeavors like handcrafts, continued education, and agriculture. The borrowers – who are, by nature of their demographics, locked out of the international monetary system – then pay back their loans (plus interest in many cases, which is unavoidable, so let’s get past it), the lenders are reimbursed via Kiva, and the lender is then able to re-lend their funds or simply withdraw the money back out.

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Since Kiva was founded in 2005:

  • 1,209,291 individuals have signed up as Kiva lenders
  • $590,735,025 has been loaned to people in need
  • 98.87% of all Kiva loans are repaid

They work with:

  • 270 Field Partners (institutions who make the original loans to borrowers)
  • 450 volunteers around the world work with even the most remote borrowers, insuring that the funds are distributed and loans repaid
  • 77 different countries benefit from Kiva loan programs

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This is an excellent option for those of us who like to regularly contribute as well as those who’re interested in helping but can’t commit to giving away chunks of money. Since it’s a loan and not a donation, you’re simply putting that money away in a safe place for a little while, rather than giving it away entirely. You’ll get it back.

Please take a few minutes to peruse the Kiva website, and do your own research on micro-lending so that you understand the gist of things if you want – it’s important to me that anyone considering participating in this ‘Give Til it Hurts’ fundraising endeavor ‘gets it’. The borrowers you’ll see on the site – most of whom reside in third world, rural, inaccessible areas without commerce or industry or employment opportunity – are working hard to improve their lives and the lives of their families and communities. Kiva loans give many of them the hand up that they need. I think this is an excellent way for us to help, and I hope you’ll agree.

* You don’t have to publicly display or share any of your personal information on the Kiva website or Friends of Dana Kane group profile. While you’ll make your contribution via the usual methods, your Kiva profile is set up just like any other, meaning that you may choose how much of your information is visible to other users (don’t forget to email and let me know ‘who’ you are, so you can get your video and paddle!), and keep all your personal information completely private. *

YOU CHOOSE EXACTLY WHERE YOUR MONEY GOES, SELECTING AN INDIVIDUAL (OR SEVERAL!) BORROWER TO RECEIVE YOUR CONTRIBUTION.

CLICK HERE TO JOIN ‘FRIENDS OF DANA KANE’ ON KIVA


So what’s in it for you? Well, the joy and happiness and rush of doing something good, of course. But you know how much I love giving stuff away, and this time will be no exception.

 

PRIZE #1

Everyone who contributes to the ‘Friends of Dana Kane’ group on Kiva will receive a free specially-filmed spanking video download. I’ll corral one of my cute girl spankees into putting her bottom on the line in the name of charity, and you’ll get the benefit of watching!

Even if you’re only able to contribute 25bucks, you’ll get the free video, that I’ll make especially for the fundraiser using the limited edition Give Til it Hurts paddle:

The silhouette Dana Kane artwork, depicting me sitting in a traditional, high-back chair – hairbrush at the ready, was done beautifully by the talented and generous Red Rump, and is displayed on one of Cane-iac’s sturdy wood paddles. This 1/2″ thick OTK-size thumper is the perfect paddle for smacking a squirming, protesting brat until they learn the meaning of Behave.

 

PRIZE #2

dana kane spanks

 

The first thirty participants who contribute $40 or more to the ‘Friends of Dana Kane’ group will receive (in addition to the video) one of these limited edition paddles, shipped free of course or, even better, handed over in person following thorough usage.

Once these paddles are gone, they’re gone. Cane-iac’s been kind enough to provide us with just enough to hold this fundraiser, and a couple extra for me to keep and use..there won’t be more, and they’ll never be for sale. (If something happens and we don’t give them all away during this fundraiser, the remainder will be kept as incentive for future Give Til it Hurts endeavors.)

 

So let’s all get together and show the world what a bunch of spanko-kinksters can do when we put our minds (and debit cards) to the task!

 

** We’ll run this fundraiser from today (August 4) through September 15, 2014. Six weeks to do as much Good as we can manage. **

 

CLICK HERE TO JOIN ‘FRIENDS OF DANA KANE’ ON KIVA


P.S.  My sincerest thanks to Red Rump for lending his talented hand (I’ll have more from him in a future animal charity drive, and you’ll LOVE it!), and to my great good friends at Cane-iac for donating and customizing the paddles. I’m reminded again and again how many wonderful people I’ve been privileged to know, all because I’m into this spanking thing.~~~

–  Dana

 

Another P.S. If you’re confused as all hell and need help figuring out what to do next, just email me… danakanespanks@gmail.com.

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Old TV stuff you probably don’t care about (TUS)

 

Readers,

A short while ago, Erica wrote a blog post about a hilarious Johnny Carson routine from more than a few years ago…and apparently it got a cool reception. Probably because she wasn’t talking about Rhyming-Name-girl or Justice Beaver or one of those other pop celebrity thingy people – he was only one of the funniest guys on television at the time.

In celebration of Erica’s beloved-Carson-post-fail, I thought I’d add some of my own television nostalgia to the mix. Here’s something that you likely never saw and could probably live without seeing now, but which still makes me laugh every time I watch it:

 

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Spanking PSA : Puritanical much, Dana Kane?

 

Readers,

Mind if I slide my soapbox out from under the sofa? It’ll only take a minute…

I know that there are as many kinds of fetishists as there are people and that variety speaks for a lot, but I seem to be experiencing an uptick in the number of Unacceptable Correspondences of late and have to comment on a few things which I believe all of us should already know.

*For the uninitiated, these are called Common Courtesies in my house (which includes my blog, my email, and anything else which I can selfishly call mine).

**I should also mention that many of these things MAY not get you into trouble with every disciplinarian, and I make no statement or judgment about other’s acceptable practices. What I WILL say is that you’re not likely to get yourself into trouble anywhere else, if you follow a few simple protocols.

 

How to Not Insult the Lady with the Paddle

Dana Kane Spanking Videos

1. Although it’s terribly difficult, try not to refer to your genitals in correspondence. Seriously, we all have them, so you’re not bestowing any groundbreaking information with Junk Talk – and trust me, we’ve all heard entirely too many genital details already. Be original and try sticking to things like thoughts, feelings, and ideas. Hey, maybe even spanking!

2. Same goes for filthy language. I don’t mean general use curse words here, but the ones you’d never say in front of your grandma. A good rule of thumb is that, if you wouldn’t say it at grandma’s 90th birthday party, then I probably don’t want to hear it either.

3. Sex. See #1. If I specifically ask about your sex life, sexual technique, or sex ninja exploits – well, you’ll be the first.

(Now’s a good time to say that I  a)talk about sex, b)have sex, and c)can be a downright bawdy gal under the right circumstances, so I’m not saying don’t BE who you are. Simply BE the you who has sense enough not to talk about that crap to me – especially if we don’t even know one another in Real Life.)

4. Play by the rules. This one’s specifically for those who exuberantly share/submit their spanking stories before ever having read the posting guidelines. Again, there is much information on the nature of my puritanical and iron-fisted demand for squeaky-cleanliness.

5. Don’t ask me to explain the rules of engagement to you; if you’ve reached the ripe old age of (fill in the blank) without the good sense to behave politely then I cannot help you.

6. If you’re lucky enough to get away with a “warning” about your behavior, heed it. Most don’t get a second, and nobody gets a third. You want discipline, buddy? Here ya go…discipline yourself right out the door.

7. Remember that your disciplinarian is not a prostitute, phone sex worker, sexual wellness counselor, or humping post. If your sexual needs are going unmet, it’s your responsibility to see to them. In other words, try to get laid someplace else, ’cause I’m just here for the spanking. Thanks.

8. The bottom line: As I spank my way around this country, yanking both men and women across my lap in what is always a private and intimate setting, I want to be just as comfortable and able-to-trust as you are in that moment. You can make that happen *just like that* by simply minding your manners.

Is that asking too much? Because, if it is, I’ll quote MY grandma:

“Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya.”

–  Dana

 

PS. I’ll add that you don’t want to become part of a pop culture cautionary tale, either..

My friend Erica Scott receives so much trollish email that she’s put it all together into a BOOK – called Correspondence Hall of Shame. She’s recorded hundreds (if not thousands) of rude, embarrassing, and unintelligible emails over the years. She’s also published a great many of the more remarkable ones publicly, along with her scathingly hilarious commentary. You don’t want to be one of THOSE people, do you?

 

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September Travel Advisory

 

** This is a Northeast Travel Advisory **

 

All resident spankos in these areas should take cover September 2014, because I am blowing through, paddles spinning:

 

New York City – Sept. 7 & 8

Albany – Sept. 10

Washington D.C. – Sept. 24

Toronto, Ontario – Sept. 26 & 27

 

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Video Q&A : Again

 

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.

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A question for DanaKaneSpanks.com members..

 

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 :

Photo Sets.

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?

 

–  Dana

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Part Two of Amy’s excellent spanking story

 

Readers,

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.

–  Dana

 

(Read  Part One here.)

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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.

“Yes?”

“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.

“Jenny! Now!”

“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.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“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.

“Good, ma’am.”

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.
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To Be Continued. Maybe! I’m not sure. Let’s see how I feel.

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Veggies, Critters, and Baking Near-Disaster News (TUS : Totally Unrelated to Spanking)

 

 

Legalized Catnip Club Opens in Las Vegas

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Furry Rat Pack

 

All the coolest, cutest cats were sure to be seen at the opening of Krazy Kat Organic Catnip and Scratching Post Bar last night – sniffing, rolling, and cat-noodling well into the wee hours. Many cat selfies were taken before a fight broke out between two patrons during the house band’s intermission; witnesses report hearing no argument beforehand but say that the two patrons simply began swinging at one another. One witness said that the melee only lasted a few seconds and was quickly broken up by Krazy Kat security; no arrests were made.

 

 

A Tomato Grows in Vegas

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This is not my arm. And I know that those aren’t tomatoes.

 

While I’ve found it impossible to grow much more than houseplants and sweet basil here in the desert, some folks have been doing it – fabulously well – for decades. Gilcrease Orchard is probably the best local example of desert farming and, although the amount of water needed to irrigate these 60 acres must be staggering, I am ever-so-grateful for the ability to eat actual fresh produce again. (Did you know that the average age of any random apple for sale in your supermarket’s produce section is 16 months? Yep, 16 months since that sucker was picked…and it’s still red. Creepy, huh?)

Last week, we picked about a dozen gorgeous, ripe tomatoes (and a few green ones for frying), along with just-pulled onions and garlic, a couple precious Armenian cucumbers (melons), and even peaches. It’s nearly and hour’s drive, on the Super Fun Vegas Freeway, from my place to Gilcrease, so you’ve really gotta want those tomatoes. They’re worth it, let me tell you, to a gal who never ate store-bought produce until she left home, and never saw a white egg ’til then either.

 

 

I Do Domestic. Kinda.

Dana Kane Bakes

 

This pumpkin bread tastes fantastic. Much better than it looks, to be sure. That’s because I dropped it HARD when pulling the loaf pan out of the oven. After having finally perfected my gluten free pumpkin bread recipe and baking technique, I dropped the damned thing. Sideways. It skidded onto the stovetop at an angle, causing the whole loaf to sort of…compact inside the pan.

So what we have here is really yummy yet somewhat ugly and dense domesticity, cooked up by yours truly. Enjoy!

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Dana Kane, Spanked.

 

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?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re going to record it?”

“Yep.”

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.

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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.

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** 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:

Dana Kane, Spanked. Video.

 

 

 

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Slap that Ass/Lamp/Artwork !?

 

Okay, this may be the most fun thing I’ve seen in a loong time.

It’s also not available for purchase yet, and when it is it’ll be pretty damn pricey, but I had to share this with all of you anyway.

Because, well….just watch the video:

 

 

Thanks to sweet Cras for sending me this crazycool link.

 

–  Dana

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Wasting Time

 

Readers,

What, you may wonder, do others do on the internet? Do other folks spend as much time looking at adult content as you do? (yes); does everyone get lost in the cute baby animal videos on youtube? (I do); is there really any redeeming value in online games? (probably not)

We all, to a person, waste time online. Many would argue that you are doing exactly that, right now, reading this post. Wasting time.

But it isn’t all a waste, right? We read the news, stay in touch with friends and family, and learn about the world around us all at the touch of a few sticky little buttons nowadays. There’s not much you can’t do online anymore – but so far it’s not possible to get a virtual spanking so I’m not terribly worried about the internet taking over the world.

I am, however, worried about dumb stuff on the internet getting more (WAY more) play than cool, smart stuff. While I’m sure that lots of people would disagree with me, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that neither first-person shooter games, nor pinterest, nor snapchat, will make you grow as a person.

Now I’m not suggesting that you need to grow – in fact I’m sure that you’re perfectly happy with your intellectual capacities – but just in case there’s a teeny part of you that’s wondering whether or not you’ve come to the End of the Internet, here are a few things online that will NOT rot your brain.

Check out:

 

Zooniverse  –  According to the website, “We make citizen science websites so that everyone can be part of real research online.” You can help explore outer space (literally), decode whale song, or even track the movement of animals in the Serengeti. These interactive online, public science projects are not just a fun way to while away a few hours; they’re a real, effective way for every single person on the planet to take part in it’s study. Amazing!

Track Katherine the Shark…or Fritz, or Philip, or Yolanda. The people at Ocearch.org use real-time satellite tracking to keep updated data on dozens of tagged sharks.

Pogo.com  –  like Luminosity, but for people who know better than pay 75 dollars to play games. Word games, puzzles, brain teasers, and a bunch of other silly stuff, too.

Google Earth  – Seriously, if you haven’t used the little yellow man on Google Earth to literally stroll down the streets of a teeny town on an itsy island in the middle of the ocean (any ocean – they’re everywhere) – one that you didn’t even know existed till you zoomed WAY in – then you haven’t used the internet properly. Start over.

While you’re exploring, you can also see a live, real-time video feed from just about anyplace in the world at EarthCam.com. Always wanted to visit someplace seemingly exotic? See what it looks like right this minute!

Okay, that’s enough time wasted here today – let’s all go back to looking at kittens on youtube now.

–  Dana

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‘Amy’s First Spanking’ : Sin City Spanks entry

 

Readers,

Finally, ‘Amy’s First Spanking’, a great way to end May’s Sin City Spanks story contest entries – have fun with this one, and stay tuned for the next spanking story contest!

–  Dana

 

Amy’s First Spanking

My name is Amy and I am a 21 year old former Las Vegas showgirl.  I was abandoned by my parents as an infant and raised in foster homes.  I was putting myself through college at U.N.L.V. as a showgirl until I got involved with a gangster twice my age.  I was enamored by his good looks, smooth talking, the way he threw his money around, and his celebrity friends.  Because of his fast lane life style I dropped out of college and into the Las Vegas nightlife.  I am currently lying in bed at the luxurious Vegas hotel where I was employed as a showgirl with a very sore well spanked bottom.  It was my first spanking ever and I’m afraid it won’t be my last.  I will never have to wonder again how a spanking feels!  I am a former showgirl as of about two hours ago when I decided to drop my gangster boyfriend and the Vegas nightlife in exchange for finishing college.

My former boyfriend is a thief and a jerk; but, I never realized it until tonight.  Little did I know that the money he threw around came from extorting money from the casino in Carolyn’s hotel.  Carolyn is a gorgeous motherly beauty who was celebrating her 50th birthday and looks 20 years younger.  She is 6′ tall weighs 140 lbs, has red hair, brown eyes and a muscular well toned body.  She is accompanied by her husband of three years Jonathan, who is about one half her age and 5’5″ tall, her lawyer Alexis is  a 6′ blond bombshell of 30, and Alexis’ lover Megan who is 5’4″ tall and 25 years old and looks like a college coed.

Carolyn has turned the 500 million dollars she inherited from her 1st husband Douglas into over a billion dollars.  She suspected that money was missing from her Las Vegas casino.  She has a dominate relationship with her younger husband Jonathan.  Carolyn pays the bills and Jonathan keeps house.  If he screws up its over her knee!  Jonathon worked for Carolyn before their marriage and is a computer whiz.  He checked the financial statements and discovered 50,000 dollars was missing.  He was able to trace the missing money to a floor manager in her casino.

Alexis contracted with her investigation agency and evidence revealed that my gangster boyfriend was extorting money from our floor manager who had a dubious past.  He was terminated and in exchange for not being prosecuted revealed that James was dating me and and all of the details of the extortion.  I was shocked when the hotel casino owner contacted me, a mere showgirl in her hotel, and wanted me to arrange for James and me to come to her pent house suite for drinks after my show that evening.  That evening we were introduced to Alexis, Megan, and Jonathan by Carolyn.  It was all business and James was confronted with the evidence against him gathered by Alexis’ agency.  He realized that with his criminal record and Carolyn’s and Alexis’ connections that most likely he would do prison time.  That is when Alexis dropped the bomb that Jonathan had heard before he and Carolyn were married and the petulant professor had heard after stealing a colleague’s research at the University of Colorado.  If he agreed to pay back the 50,000 dollars and accept a spanking from Carolyn and a caning from Alexis no charges would be pursued.

James agreed to Alexis’ terms.  She pulled a contract from her briefcase that James signed along with a wicked looking Spencer style paddle that made Megan and Jonathan cringe.  As I learned later both had been on the receiving end too many times and both hated the experience.  James was in tears and I was seeing him in a new light for the first time.  He wasn’t the man that I had been so stricken by!   Carolyn placed a straight back chair in the middle of the room and sit with the paddle on her lap.  James was ordered to her left side where Carolyn unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants to his knees.  She raised her short ivory silk skirt above her stocking tops and forced James over her right thigh and clamped her left leg over his legs.  Her well toned muscular right arm wrapped around his torso rendering him totally helpless.  James was pinned helplessly and Carolyn proved to be an expert spanker paddling up one side and down the other followed by a series of spanks up and down the middle of his now crimson bottom.  Next she alternated from cheek to cheek finishing on his upper thighs.  Being pinned and helpless over her lap all he could do was plead, cry, and struggle in vain as Carolyn left the imprint of her paddle on his cherry red behind.  I realized that I never wanted to see him again.  Alexis grabbed James arms as Carolyn released him from her lap and forced him over the back of a lounge chair.  Carolyn took James’ wrists and pinned him over the chair where Alexis stair cased his bottom with 12 angry wilts with her cane.  Each stripe was about one inch above the next with none crisscrossing the other.  The bawling James was shoved out of Carolyn’s suite with his crimson striped bottom before he could pull his pants back up!  Alexis’ last words to him were, “You are luck I don’t have a horse whip!”

When the five of us discussed what had just happened I was in tears and shared with them that I never wanted to see James again.  During our discussion I learned that both Megan and Jonathan were spanked if they failed to preform their household duties or their significant other believed they needed a maintaince spanking.  Although their spankings were not as severe as an the one Carolyn and Alexis gave to James, they both hated being spanked but admitted that a good spanking cleared the air.  I explained that I felt terrible about the time I had wasted with James and that allowing the night life I spent partying with him to cause me to drop out of college.  Carolyn informed me that she thought  that I would benefit from a sound spanking and if I was her daughter she would put me over her knee.  At that moment I hugged Carolyn and began crying again as I explained that I never knew my mother.  Carolyn was old enough to be my mother and I explained, “I have never been spanked and have no idea how a spanking feels; but, since you think I would benefit from a spanking and both Jonathan and Megan said that a spanking cleared the air I need to be spanked.”

Carolyn agreed but said, “Spankings are suppose to hurt and once I turn you over my knee it will be too late for you to change your mind and you will be a very unhappy little girl long before I’m finished.”  She hugged me and added, “I will pay the rest of your way through college but right now we have some business to take care of!”  Carolyn sit on the straight backed chair still in the center of the room and smoothed her ivory silk skirt with the Spencer style paddle on her lap.  She raised my skirt and put me over her knee.  She  rubbed my thin nylon white panties and said,” You will be kicking,  squirming, and dancing across my lap and that is O.K. I will have no trouble keeping you in place.”

I tried to be stoic as she began paddling my thin nylon panties but was soon crying out and dancing across her lap.  Carolyn spanked up one side and down the other and then began alternating from cheek to cheek.  Next she paddled the middle of my bottom to the top of my legs.  When  she finally left me off of her lap I danced around the room.  My eyes were teary and puffy and tears were making my mascara run down my face.  I was still crying uncontrollable when Carolyn hugged me and Alexis rubbed lotion on my stinging bottom.  I didn’t realize how much a sound spanking from a capable woman hurt.  As Carolyn had promised I was a well spanked unhappy girl.  I understood why Jonathan and Megan hated being spanked.  After three years of spanking Jonathan Carolyn had become an expert disciplinarian.   I thanked Carolyn for caring enough to discipline me and helping me finish college.

After my spanking Megan went to the kitchen and returned with a cake for Carolyn’s 50th birthday celebration.  Alexis removed her suit jacket and sit on the same straight backed chair in the middle of the room and smoothed her skirt.  Alexis had paddled Carolyn three years ago and that was the only paddling Carolyn had ever received.  Alexis informed Carolyn that she was going to receive a birthday hand spanking over her knee.  Jonathan and Megan escorted Carolyn to Alexis’ side where Alexis raised her silk  skirt to her waist and lowered her nylon panties to her knees.  Everyone was laughing except Alexis who was all business.  During her hand spanking over Alexis’ knee she never cried out and meekly submitted but I could tell by the expression on her face and her cherry red bottom outlined by her garter belt and stockings  that a hand spanking over Alexis’ knee was a very painful experience.

After Carolyn’s birthday spanking we all enjoyed white wine, cake and many laughs.  I was invited to spend the night in Carolyn’s suite.  Carolyn was going to pay for my final year of college and promised to fly back to Vegas if I needed help in maintaining my grades or any other goals that I had set for myself.  I never knew my mother but I loved Carolyn like the mother I never had.

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Little game of Catch Up, anyone?

 

I’ve been a little under the weather this week, kiddos, so the member site update and sunday video updates will go up tomorrow (Monday) evening. Keep your eyes peeled for something a bit different featuring my friend, the lovely and bodacious Cheyenne Jewel – and we’ll be back to regularly scheduled weekend updates next week.

In related news, DanaKaneSpanks.com has a couple new features! You can now comment and rate individual video scenes – a little bit more interactivity for members.

Also, in the next few months, the website will be undergoing major upgrades: we’ll be increasing our server output so that your videos stream and download lightning-fast – and then we’ll be able to further expand with other features.

Running behind…but always running.

oxxo

Dana

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‘Disciplined and Properly Thanked’ : Sin City Spanks Entry

I am LOVING these entries for the Sin City Spanks story contest, aren’t you?! Here’s another fun one, titled ‘Disciplined and Properly Thanked” – enjoy.~
–  Dana
 “Disciplined and Properly Thanked”
I was very excited about my up coming week in Las Vegas, Women,Night Shows and of course the Night Life!
I was never a big gambler so that did not concern me, What I wanted was to meet a couple Wild girls and spend a week playing the bachelor Game!
The first day was just getting settled and what better way to do that then to call room service and have a meal brought up,
What happened next is a little strange, When room service showed up there was a very tall attractive lady name Elizibeth she was probably in her mid thirties and she was very assertive!
Don’t get me wrong she was very nice and told me if I needed any thing to just call,
Now me being me thought Ok how about a night on the town after you get off!
but what I said or should I say what came out of my mouth was not what she wanted to hear! How much would it cost to spend a night on the town with you?
Her response was “Why does every man think that women are for sale in Vegas? I will tell you what since you don’t know how to ask me if I am married or might be available for an evening on the town like a respectable man would, I would other wise say no but Tonight I get off at Eight and have no plans call me at the front desk and don’t be late!
Wow I know I was a little rude in how I asked but she did not have to say it like I was a Rude arrogant little boy!
Oh Well I got a date and Wow if I can get her in to bed later she will see what a real man is!
After she left I looked at my order and was a little up set, The food was cold and over cooked! So I called the front desk and said I was very disappointed with the food and would like to return it! “Really I just wanted another look at Room service!”
Sure enough Elizibeth was back at my door and listened to my comments about the food and told me she would get a new order made for me and be back in about a half hour! “
While I waited I ran to the phone book to find a nice Restaurant and Night club in the area!
Elizibeth was back with my order and I tipped her with twenty percent and said thank you! She told me I was welcome and remember Eight o’clock and don’t be late!
I laid down for just a quick nap and suddenly it was 7:30 I had to shower and get ready it was 8:05 when I got down stairs and she was standing there waiting.
She looked at her watch and ask what time was it? I told her what happened and she told me we could talk about it later!
I told her I wanted to go to Gallagers  in the New York,New York but she said she wanted to do some thing different there was a Art show at the Bellagio and they were serving a dinner after!
That sounded great until I found out it was a $250 a plate fund raiser and I was paying! She told me this is where I find out what it was going to cost me for a night on the Town with her!
I grumbled and made little singles about any and everything all during the show and dinner!A couple times I could tell I had embarrassed her and she was looking very up set!
After the show while we were leaving she stopped me and said she was very disappointed in how I acted and was going home!
I appoligised many times and asked her to forgive me! She told me I act like a spoiled child and she had hoped for a nice evening and wanted to go to the lounge and have a couple drinks and talk about our interests.
Again I continued to appoligise and she told me, She would agree to spend the evening with me but we would be going to her place instead but I had to do what ever she asked me ! “OK” This tall beautiful woman who I treated like a high priced hooker and I acted like a rude spoiled child now wanted to take me home”
She told me as we walked to her Apartment that if I did not do as she asked and started arguing I would be asked to leave!
I agreed all to quickly “Oh Boy you are getting lucky tonight!”
she had a very nice suite on the 45th floor and I was at a loss for how a person who delivers room service could afford this place!
She could see and read the look on my face and told me to have a seat in the living room while she freshened up and got comfortable!
while she was gone I found the bar and helped myself to some Johnny Walker Blue and looked around!
She startled me as she walked in to the room with a dark robe on and heels!
She told me to get my things and leave! I asked why?
She asked me what did I say to do while I was changing? To have a seat and wait for her to freshen up!
So why are you not sitting on the couch and who told you to help your self to a drink?
I thought “No you did not think you have not thought about how you behave and what your comments and actions are doing to those around you!
Now please put my glass down get your jacket and leave!
I did just what she asked, All night I thought about how I had behaved and how totally right she was!
I guess all I could think of was her she put me in my place and told me very clearly I needed to grow up in a nice way!
The next morning I asked if she was working and was told she would not be in until the next day!
I could not wait I had to see her and I had to beg her forgiveness!
I knew where she lived so I had a choice go over to her apartment or wait till she returned to work!
As much as I knew I should wait I had to do some thing so I asked if there were any social events going on around town tonight and the concierge told me he knew Elizibeth and she would want to go to the SPCA fund raiser to support the local animal shelter!
Tickets were $500.00 plus there would be an auction after of a Painting by Jean Batzell Fitzgerald
I had to think all I had would be spent if I went and to try to bid on a painting was not in the pocket book for me!
But I said Ok I will take the tickets and see if she would agree to try again!
I got to her place with a dozen Rose’s and knocked on her door!
I heard some rustling but no one answered the door so I knocked again and she asked what I wanted?
Only a minute of your time and then I will leave if you ask me too!
Elizibeth opened the door and I handed her the roses and told her how sorry I was that I thought about how i had treated her and also how I acted and told her she was right!
I told her I had tickets to the fund raiser and would like to try again to make amends.
I could she the sparkle in her eyes but she told me I would need to be disciplined for last night and unless i agreed i should just leave right now and never return!
I told her any thing Please just forgive me!
she told me to come in and she would see how I acted and did what i was told this time!
I sat down and she laid it out I was going to be Spanked just like the spoiled little boy I acted like last night!
I would have my pants taken down and put over her knee and spanked with her Hair brush and then afterwards I would be bent over the back of her couch and Caned 24 times for not doing as I was told last night at her apartment!
I chuckled a little but then seen she was serious and I had the choice to make at the moment!
I agreed and she told me to go in to the bathroom at the end of the hall take off all my cloths and put on the robe hanging on the hook!
I returned to her and she was seated in the chair next to the couch1
She told me to go to her dining room and return with one of the straight back chairs! I was mortified but did as she asked!
after setting it down in the middle of the room she pointed to a corner and said to stand there till she returned and I had better not move or take my nose out of that corner before she got back or told me to move!
The wait was agonizingly long it seemed but then I felt her take hold of my ear and lead me over to the chair!
I was told to take the robe off and set it on the chair neatly!
She sat down and I was then put over her knee!
She said under normal circumstances I would get a warm up but this was not going to be normal!
That Hair brush landed with a crack that I was sure everyone for six floors up or down could hear and before I even got one cry out she had two more strikes in! I was stunned but she was only getting started and continued for “Well I really don’t know how long but  I was begging and pleading for my life and when I went limp all I can say is she had her hand on my back rubbing it saying she was done and I could get up now!
I was told to go back to the corner and she would return in a moment!
I would not of moved for my life! when she got back she asked if I needed to use the restroom and if so go now and return immediately after!
As much as I was not in a hurry I did!
She was standing behind the couch with a large cane and told me to come over and lay over the back!
I did and she said I would get the 24 and at no time was I to stand or reach back!
If I did that one would not count and if I was told more the three times I was to leave and not return!
I had never been Caned Or Spanked for that matter!
But I thought that Hair Brush hurt, the first stroke was like a shot of electricity shooting up to my brain from the pain I shot straight up and she said that was one and it does not count assume the position or leave now!
Over I went the next twelve were so bad but I stayed down, I don’t know if she made thirteen to make me stand or it was the first one across the upper thighs but Up I went!
Thats Two! was all she said!
I went back over and how I got to twenty was a loss to me!
she said Four more and remember if you stand one more time you will get dressed and leave!
I begged her to stop that I learned from my lesson!
She told me “I would not respect her if she did not finish and she would not be a Strict Disciplinarian if she let me off!
She gave me the next two that i swear I seen Lightening then she made a criss cross over the twenty two and was done!
She patted my back and told me to stay bend over!
I was thinking she was going to do more but then she was rubbing in some cool moist cream and told me to just relax and when she is done I could get up!
After we sat down “It was non to easy for me” we talked about what she did and I found out she was a Professional Life coach and Disciplinarian!
So that was how she could afford the apartment but she needed a full time job also as it in its self did not pay the bills.
I told her I was a CEO for a large accounting firm and I needed to hear what she told me!
We went out that night and she bid on the Painting the bidding topped what she had to bid so I told her I would help in the bidding she won it and it only cost me $100.00
She told me she would be in Hawaii in two months and wanted to get together! Then said “She needed to reaffirm my need to be Disciplined and Properly Thanked for her Painting”
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Stockroom.com (for all the ‘other’ stuff)

 

Everyone,

When you’ve spent all your Mad Money on fun/evil spanking toys from Cane-iac.com, but still need a few…ahem…other items, Stockroom is a good place for just about everything BDSM.

Cuffs, restraints, furniture, medical stuff, multitudes of different types of devices of general bodily torture, and lots of other things that possibly neither you nor I are sure quite what to do with…but that’s part of the fun of browsing, isn’t it?

Also, I like the tagline on the link picture:

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Sin City Spanks story entry: ‘Burlesque Nightmare’

 

Readers,

The Sin City Spanks story contest turned out several very good entries, and ‘Burlesque Nightmare’ is an aptly-titled, fun romp. I know you’ll have fun with this one..

– Dana

 

Burlesque Nightmare

Heels, dance shoes, sequined bra tops and bottoms? Check, check, check, and check. I was looking through my dance bag and made sure I had everything I needed for my audition for the X Burlesque show at the Tropicana. Over the past month I had been auditioning for several of the adult dance shows in Las Vegas. I enjoyed dancing and performing, and needed the money to help pay for school. Dancing topless wasn’t my first choice, but I was struggling financially and was running out of options.

I pulled part of my curly red, shoulder length hair back, and put the finishing touches on my makeup. My brown eyes sparkled. I was excited for today. I certainly had the body and dance training they were looking for.

I grabbed my dance bag and keys, and headed to the car. Once I reached the hotel, I checked in at the audition table, took off my blue tank top and dance shorts, adjusted my pink sequined bra and briefs, and pinned on my number. My outfit was sensual, but not tasteless. I put on my ballet shoes and started stretching. After several minutes all of the dancers lined up and they recorded our height and took our pictures. We then did a basic ballet combination across the stage consisting of two piqué turns, two chainé turns, two assemblés, an arabesque, two more assemblés, and a grand jeté. There was a spotlight on me making it hard to see. Going in a straight line was key, so spotting was important.

After all 60 female dancers had gone, they cut 15 dancers, and I fortunately made the first cut. We then put on our heels and were taught a classical jazz routine performed to very fast music. I danced my best and made it through the next cut. For the final round we grabbed fans and performed a classical burlesque fan dance. There were still 20 dancers remaining and the producers told us they would inform us who had made callbacks within 24 hours. I smiled as I put my dance shorts and tank top on and said goodbye to my friends who were still there. I grabbed my bag and walked slowly back to car. As I left the theater I ran directly into my mother. She was 5’8”, only a little taller than I was, and slim with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. Except for the height and body shape we looked nothing alike.

“Nicole Elizabeth, what are you doing here?” her voice was very low and it was clear she was angry.

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All the spanking story contest entries in one place? (Your opinion)

 

Readers,

A couple blog regulars have asked whether I’ll consider putting all (or the ‘best of’, anyway) the spanking story contests into ebook form(s), so that one can read them without having to navigate the hundreds of unrelated things on my blog.

While this seems like a pretty massive undertaking, I’m willing to do it if you all think it’s something you’d enjoy. I’m not breaking Brave New Ground here, but could – given a large amount of time – compile something for e-readers that’s downloadable and convenient.

Thoughts?

 

–  Dana

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Scorched in Sin City : An original spanking story entry

 

Everyone,

‘Scorched in Sin City’ is another wonderfully imaginative entry to the Sin City Spanks story contest, and I’m sure that you’ll have a great time reading.

–  Dana

 

Scorched in Sin City

                                          

As the plane touched down at McCarran International Airport Marie and Bob looked  forward to their 4 day getaway in Las Vegas albeit for different reasons.  Bob liked to gamble on table games and slots while Marie enjoyed the other amenities the city has to offer like fine dining, shopping, site seeing, and the big name entertainment featured at one of the many shows playing at the various casinos. While waiting at the baggage conveyor belt Marie gently reminded Bob of their last trip to Sin City and firmly but cheerfully told him not to repeat the same mistakes made on their most recent visit. Namely, that Bob lost all his gambling money on the first day and proceeded to lose all the rest of their “fun’ money they planned on using for entertainment etc. for the rest of their trip on the second day! “This trip would be different” Marie stated as she gave Bob an allowance of 500 dollars for each of the (4) days they would be in town for his gambling. She would control all the rest of the cash they brought for her shopping and their mutual entertainment needs. Marie had made Bob promise that he would not exceed his daily budget of $500 and warned him that if he did, the consequences would not be of his liking. Bob was always a little afraid when Marie spoke in that tone of voice and promised to her that he would be more careful with his gambling. He figured she was serious this time as he noticed that while packing for the trip, Marie put her large sturdy wooden hairbrush in her suitcase. He was quite familiar with that hairbrush and it wasn’t for brushing his hair either, since he had very little.

 

Check in at the Mirage Hotel and Resort was a breeze and soon Bob and Marie happily strolled down the Las Vegas Strip with thoughts of enjoying the activities the city of Las Vegas offers. The strip was buzzing with activity as they passed the different street performers and the many people from all different cultures and walks of life that shared the sidewalk on this hot sultry desert afternoon.

Marie couldn’t help but notice all the metal boxes that dotted the Strip  containing the paper magazines and flyers which touted certain events and adult services. She grabbed one from a box and stashed it in her purse thinking she would peruse its pages later that evening. Marie loved the fountains at the Bellagio and she and Bob watched them for what seemed for Bob hours on end! Finally at Bob’s suggestion, they both began walking toward the Luxor Hotel where Bob knew Marie wanted to visit the Titanic Museum that was on display. Bob was itching to get a crack at the gaming tables and this would present a good opportunity for him to do so. Marie could see her museum while he gambled at the tables and made some cash. Or so he hoped.

When they arrived at the Titanic Museum Marie reluctantly agreed to go it alone and let Bob do some gambling during the 90 minutes or so it would take to visit the Museum. She did warn Bob about not going over his allotted budget for gambling. “Yes Dear”, was all he could muster as he hurriedly went off to find the nearest blackjack table. Within minutes Bob was ahead by $300 dollars as he had a quick run of luck. He decided to double and triple his original bets but soon found that no longer was he up $300, but rather down $1000! He began to break out in a cold sweat as he knew he would be grilled by Marie when she would later meet up with him and ask how he was doing? In his desperation Bob could hear in the background the hoots and hollers of the happy players over at the Craps table nearby. “That’s where the action is”! he thought aloud, remembering a few years ago when he actually won a couple  thousand dollars shooting craps in one of the downtown casinos. He recalled that Craps is a lightning fast paced game where one can win or lose a fortune in a matter of minutes. Since Marie would be exiting the Titanic Museum at any moment Bob thought his best chance to get the money he lost at blackjack was at this crowded Craps table where by the sound of it, players were making all kinds of money! “Change for $1,000” the dealer shouted as he handed Bob his buy in chips. Bob quickly made (2) $100 dollar bets placing the 6 & 8. The shooter rolled an 8! Bob just won $110! This was easy he thought. He then doubled up his original bets. The shooter then rolled a 7. “Seven out” the dealer proclaimed and collected all the losing wagers including Bob’s. He was now out $300 plus the $1,000 lost at blackjack. He had $700 remaining in his total budget and he could see from the corner of his eye Marie Making her way across the casino floor towards him. He needed a big score on the next 2 rolls of the dice if he wanted to break even and more importantly, not break his promise to Marie. Bob was handed the dice and he placed all his remaining money on the chance that he could make his point. He rolled a 10. He backed up his frontline bet with odds so that if he rolled another 10 he would get almost all his money back. With confident voice Bob commanded the dice to come up with the combination of 10. He rolled a 7! “Seven out!” exclaimed the dealer and took all of Bob’s wagers. Bob realized he was now out of the game with no money left and felt dejected. Right at that moment Marie tapped him on the shoulder and inquired ”how you doing”? By the look on his face she already knew.

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Sin City Spanks Story : Chapter Twelve

Readers,

Here’s a great entry to the Sin City Spanks story contest : “Chapter Twelve” by miss Randy Lee. Enjoy!

–  Dana

CHAPTER TWELVE
by Randy Lee

It was seven o’clock in the evening. The bright desert sun was still showing plenty of strength on this May evening. The congenial group of four women strolled down the sidewalk of the Las Vegas Strip leaning close to whisper humorous snippets in each other’s ears. Their laughs and giggles blended into the conversations and loud laughter of other groups on the sidewalk. Dotty, Hope, Lynette, and Pam had just graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in their home state of Texas and had come to Las Vegas to celebrate. Having spent four years preparing to take their places in society, focusing on different subjects before concentrating their efforts in their various major fields of study, it was agreed that this was a time for letting their collective hair down, figuratively speaking. Since their high school days, each girl’s educational pursuit had demanded a regimented life both inside and outside her classrooms. Now that their respective scholastic goals had been achieved, they were here to paint the town red! Hope began moving a little ahead of the others and approached the door of a Las Vegas business establishment. On it were the letters SPA in elaborate script style.
She turned to her friends, regarded them with a wide grin, and gestured toward the door. “This is it, girls,” she announced.
The other three women froze in their tracks, their faces showing disbelief. “Wait just a dadgum minute,” Lynette protested. “We’re supposed to be going to a casino. You know, as in gambling? We can go to a spa back home anytime we want, without shelling out all those bucks for airfare.”
“Okay, calm down, Lyn. This is a casino, I promise,” Hope assured her.
“So you’ve been here before?” Pam asked.
“Twice,” Hope confirmed. “My ex-boyfriend brought me here near the end of our junior year, and I came back last Christmas vacation to do some exploring by myself. I had a blast! I’ll bet y’all are gonna love it.”
“Oh, yeah?” This from Pam. “Whatta you bet?”
“We’ll discuss it later,” Hope replied, a hint of mystery in her voice.
“Hmmh!” Pam grunted skeptically.
Dotty, the quiet member of the group, and Lynette were unmoved—literally—from their positions alongside Pam.
Hope decided some coaxing was in order. “Awww, c’mon, y’all! What’s life without a little suspense and drama?”
“Oh, all right,” Pam conceded. She turned to her skeptical buddies and suggested, “Let’s go see what this ‘spa’ is all about.”
Hope pulled the door open and held it for the other three. They trooped in for a distance of about five feet and again were brought up short. Hope watched the three newcomers take in the room’s beautiful decor. There was furniture of rich, dark hardwood and upholstery in equally rich red and gold velvet and brocade. Satin treatments adorned mock windows. No source of water was evident, and no scent of either chlorine or massage oil rankled the nose. No people were evident, either. Not another soul occupied the exquisitely appointed room.
Dotty murmured, “This isn’t like any spa I ever saw before.”
Lynette echoed her observation and added, “Or casino, either.”
“It’s different, I’ll admit,” Hope acknowledged. “Well, come along. Let’s get this party started. I’ll show you the fun room where the gambling happens.”
She led her companions in the direction of a door which bore the letters NKO. As they approached, the sound of a ball hopping on a spinning roulette wheel could be heard. There was also the distinct click of a cue ball striking racked balls on a pool table. Hope pressed a button on the wall beside the door. The four women heard no sound, but a voice from a speaker above them said, “Identify.”
Hope spoke plainly, “Hope M. 7239.”
“Enter,” the voice said. A buzzer sounded, and Hope pushed the door open. A tall man wearing a red polo shirt tucked into black trousers stood guard at the door. He motioned the women to come in, glanced quickly beyond them in all directions, and closed the door. He gestured to an electronic scanner next to him and ordered, “Handprint.” Hope laid her right hand flat on the glass surface of the machine and held still. A light moved back and forth under the glass twice and then went out. A beep sounded, and the man said, “Okay.” Hope looked at him. He nodded, she removed her hand, and he indicated with a slight movement of his head that the four could move about the room freely.
As they walked farther into the room, Pam noted sarcastically, “That guy’s a real chatterbox.”

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10 More Reasons to Love Cane-iac

 

I couldn’t think of a witty intro here, but want to share with you some of my favorite Cane-iac items, most of which are beloved to me for their specific usefulness and ability to withstand more punishment than the butts they strike. Folks ask often which types of implements are good for different things, and, while this isn’t meant to be a comprehensive list, I think that each of these items has a place in one’s spanking arsenal.

So, here are ten things I love about Cane-iac, in no particular order and not including the fact that they, in general, rock.

–  Dana

 

1. Exotic Mighty Might – serious bang. I call mine (in Wenge wood) ‘Angry Cricket’. This is a great paddle for even the tiniest of butts, and packs a serious local wallop no matter whose bottom it hits.

Caneiac Mighty Might

 

2. Love Me Strap – delivers as named, ‘love taps’. This sweet, unsevere strap is excellent for OTK and standing strapping and gives a good sting without hiding your bottom.

Caneiac Love Me

 

3. Curse of Dana Wallop – run for your life. Cane-iac’s rubber implements are notoriously evil, and this angry little square of rubber sitting at the end of two delrin stems is no exception. Great bounce-action for uninitiated or lazy spankers!

Caneiac Curse Wallop

 

4. School House Cane – sort of the epitome of strict school disicpline, the 32″ Senior version of this traditional, crooked-handle cane is enough to bring any classroom to attention. The crook in the handle makes the cane easier to hold and direct, in my opinion.

Caneiac School House Cane

 

5. Dana’s Inferno – spencer-style pain-maker. It’s two-sided, walnut and maple, with eleven terrible holes for maximum impact; although this paddle has moved many bottoms to near-tears, I’ve yet to come near breaking it.

Caneiac Danas Inferno

 

6. Delrin Rug Beater – for punishment. Seriously. Usually, I only bring out this piece if I’m dealing either with serious infractions or a seriously tough bottom. Not for the faint of heart, or most other hearts, for that matter.

Caneiac Delrin Rug Beater

 

7. Russet 3 Tail Tawse – excellent all ’round leather implement. This is Cane-iac at their best – a traditional tawse with a Cane-iac twist; this is one of my most oft-used items, as it’s easy to adjust the impact force by adjusting one’s swing.

Caneiac Russet 3 Tail Tawse

 

8. Red Acrylic Paddle – red means stop. I like this paddle visually, as it’s an intimidating bright red, shiny sheet of acrylic that looks like it could (and, indeed, can) turn your bottom an equally terrible shade.

Caneiac Red Acrylic

 

9. Marwood Paddle – strict Miss Marwood’s Cane-iac paddle namesake is the same size as Dana’s Inferno, but a stingy 1/4″ thick, making it an incredibly stingy lesson learned.

Caneiac Marwood

 

10. Naughty Stick with Holes – bruiser. This one goes down in history as having been the first implement which My Bottom’s Bottom vetoed from further future use.

Caneiac Naughty Stick

 

 

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GOOD boudin, and great people

 

After my recent heated tirade on the evils of Las Vegas traffic and imported ‘cajun’ food products, a long-time friend took pity on me. This was unintentional, but nonetheless appreciated, as he showed his pity in the form of this box:

 

dana kane

 

 

 

The box, which has completely made my day even though I had to get out obscenely early in order to pick it up, contained (drum roll):

 

Good Boudin (and lots of other delicacies)!!

 

It doesn’t take much to turn a bad day into a good one. Usually, all it takes is one person being unnecessarily kind to another, whether in the form of word or deed. My friend did that today, and I’m smiling now as I try to decide where to start in this big box of yummy food.

–  Dana

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Bad Boudin and Other Horrors

 

Readers,

I’m a transplanted Cajun-Country-bordering-Texan, living in the middle of the damn Mojave desert. I am reminded of this simply by looking out my bedroom window, the view from which features a stunning mountain vista in the distance (with the Stratosphere much closer), or stepping foot outside for three seconds (the day’s high will be a dry 101-ish). It’s hotter than hades here, and that’s saying something when you consider the area from which I hail.

“But it’s a dry heat” you say.

“Go to hell” I say in return, “Or just come here instead.”

There are lots of things to love about Las Vegas, but, as Dorothy kindly reminds us every year, there’s no place like home. And for me, there’s no food like Cajun food (throw Creole and Soul foods in there too, as it’s all been served to me on the same plate, most of my life) to make me feel like I’m at home.

Cajun/Creole/Soul food wasn’t something we ate in restaurants, it’s what we ate at home. Turnip greens and cornbread? Yes, please. Boiled crawfish with a side of potatoes and corn? Heck yeah! Boudin and cracklin (google it)? Oh, god save the queen..

So imagine my happiness when a little internet sleuthing paid off a few days ago – I’d done a general internet search for “boudin las vegas” and was absolutely tickled when a yelp-reviewed meat market on the other side of town showed up, with a comment reading, “Every kind of Cajun food you can imagine, even boudin!”, or something close, from a lady who seemed pretty darned happy. So, with images of my long-lost gastronomic loves dancing merrily in my head, I loaded up and made the excruciatingly long haul across town.

*If you’re wondering, it’s excruciating because the traffic lights here are what I believe to be the longest, worst-timed mechanisms in the free world. Coupled with the statistical fact that 6 of 10 drivers in Las Vegas are impaired at Any Given Time, and you have a recipe for extremely defensive driving and long, slow, harrowing trips just about anywhere.

 

 

Having finally arrived in one piece, I entered a cute little old school style meat market – heavy on meat, light on everything else. While perusing the fresh meats case, I noticed that boudin was conspicuously absent…so I strolled over to the freezer case.

Aha! Boudin. Mild and hot. Three links per package.

I grabbed three, headed for the counter, and hauled ass home – where I almost literally stared down this package of boudin until it thawed. Painful hours, my friends, painful hours.

Fantasies of smoked boudin, boudin balls, boudin dip, and other boudin-based concoctions made me a bit lightheaded, and the anticipated scent of boudin washed through my nostrils like the ghosts of food past and future. (Waxing poetic about food is not new, I’m just bad at it.)

Since the post’s titled Bad Boudin, you’ve naturally figured out by now that the boudin was, indeed, bad. More than bad. Mealy and watery and soupy and, just….gross.

 

 

My disappointment cannot be contained; my mortification shall not abate. Boudin made in Lake Charles, Louisiana, should not taste (or look or smell) like that.

I guess if I really, really want to revisit the food of my youth, I’m going to have to once again revisit the geography of it – and next time, I’ll bring a cooler full of dry ice.

–  Dana

 

PS. Please don’t drink and drive. Or text and drive. Or stare at your GPS and drive…you get the idea. Just drive, dammit.

 

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Sin City Spanking Story Contest Winner

Readers,

Last month I received several entries for the “Sin City Spanks” story contest, and had a more difficult time than usual making a final decision. Ultimately, I chose “All Bets Are Off”, as I loved the character ‘Ma’s’ line about tickling….you’ll see.

Congratulations to our winning author, and I’m sure that you’ll all enjoy this entry and all the rest.

–  Dana

All Bets Are Off

All Bets Are Off

                “Wait! I can explain!” Crystal begged as the strong hands gripping her pulled her into a dark room. “It’s not what it looks like! OOOF!” she yelped, the wind leaving her body, as she was unceremoniously dumped onto a hard wooden chair. “That hurt,” she said gasping for breath.

The petite, bottle blonde blinked her eyes trying to breathe normally and get a good look at the person standing over her. It was impossible given that that the large male body was being lit from behind by the bright lights of the casino she had up until recently been happily gambling in. Well, gambling in the sense of winning a ton of the casino’s money by means that were anything but honest.

“Cheating is supposed to hurt,” the man grunted as he closed the door. “Think about that while you wait for Ma.”

Crystal shivered in the dark. She had seen enough of the room she was in to know that it was little larger than a closet. She contemplated banging on the door but who would hear her over the sounds of the slot machines, cheering players at the craps tables, and the music filling the brightly lit gambling floor? Instead she hugged her knees to her chest not caring that her short silver dress was riding up. Who would even notice in the dark?

After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened causing the young lady within to blink against the onslaught of light. “Oh, thank God!” Crystal said as she rubbed her eyes back into focus and saw a police officer standing there, “I was being held captive in here!” she said her hands going to her theatrically heaving bosom, which the outfit she was wearing accentuated to a most impressive degree.

“Detained ma’am, not held captive,” the officer said in a polite drawl, “On suspicion of defrauding a gaming establishment. A suspicion which is very much true given the security footage I have reviewed. And, given the amount you took, this constitutes grand larceny – a felony.”

Crystal swallowed hard hearing this but was not ready to give in yet. She sidled up to the officer her gait taking on an intoxicating sashay while her voice dropped into a purr, “I’m sure we can work something out officer,” she said huskily one perfectly manicured finger tracing a heart shape on the police officer’s chest teasingly.

“That would be between you and Ma, uh, the owner of the casino ma’am,” the police officer said stepping back. “Would you like to speak with her or prefer to take this down town?”

“Fine, let me meet the bitch,” Crystal said, with a sigh, her pretty face screwed up petulantly.

Crystal was not sure what to expect as she was led into the owner’s office. She thought it might be a bit more colorful given the garish lights and loud noises of the casino gaming floor and was almost disappointed that the room looked more like a lawyer’s office or something an executive would use – all dark wood, thick carpets, and expensive looking artwork. “You’re the owner?” she blurted seeing a petite red-headed woman about her own age standing beside the desk. “I thought you were the cocktail waitress!” she said sneeringly looking the young woman up and down.

The red-head laughed, a sound like tinkling bells. “I am the cocktail waitress silly, and you’re the ungrateful brat that not only didn’t tip me but also stole from Ma,” she said rolling her eyes. “Wrong move,” she said laughing again as the large leather chair which up until now had been facing the window slowly turned.

“I’m the owner,” the chair’s occupant said coolly in a tone that sent a shiver down Crystal’s spine. “Marjory Phillips-Brightsworth, but most people just call me Ma,” she said. “I hear someone’s been a naughty girl,” she finished raising an eyebrow and giving Crystal a look that turned her knees to jelly.

Crystal licked her lips nervously unsure what to say. Something about this woman made her very nervous. She looked nothing like Crystal’s mother but everything from the way she spoke, the way she held her head, and even the way she steepled her fingers in front of her chin gave Crystal visions of cutting switches, hard oak hairbrushes, and long minutes bawling in the corner – something that had not happened in several years.

“I…no, it’s not like that…I…I didn’t do anything wrong!” she stammered trying to find something to say to get out of this predicament.

“Well, that can always be decided by a court of law,” Ma said turning her attention to the police officer. “John, would you be so kind as to take this young lady to the police station. I will be pressing charges.”

“No! Wait!” Crystal said pulling away from the police officer who was reaching for her arm. “He said we could work something out! Please, let me work something out!”

Ma nodded and looked Crystal over carefully. The girl was trying her best to look elegant but the hem of her sparkly silver dress was frayed slightly speaking of something picked up at a thrift store and her shoes looked cheap and uncomfortable though stylish enough at a cursory glance. Ma guessed without the heels Crystal might make five foot two, but she noticed that Crystal was also doing her best to look not just taller but also older and more worldly that she was – while all the womanly curves were there the young lady in front of her lacked the poise and sophistication of the persona she was trying to emulate. “How old are you little girl?” she asked.

“Little Girl?” Crystal snapped, “I’m 25!”

The casino owner sighed and the cocktail waitress’s sprightly laugh filled the air again. Crystal was beginning to hate that laugh. “That is the last lie you tell me tonight young lady. The next one gets you a trip with the officer here,” Ma said sternly.

“Fine,” Crystal said her bottom lip pulled up into a pout, “I’m 19.”

“It seems we can add underage drinking and underage gambling to your list of charges,” Ma said shaking her head, “And given my casinos strict ID policy, I am betting you have a fake id in that faux Coach purse of yours.”

Crystal pouted again and stomped her foot in frustration, yes, actually stomped like a wilful toddler. “How do you know everything?!” she said her voice taking on a whining tone. It really was like talking to her own, seemingly omnipotent, mother.

The waitress laughed again, “Ma’s had lots of practice with lying little girls,” she said rubbing her bottom with a wink, “Lord knows she never lets me get away with anything,” she said her small hands continuing to rub under her short skirt.

“I let you get away with far too much,” Ma said rolling her eyes, a gesture she somehow made look elegant, “I think you are long due another maintenance spanking.”

“Wait, what? Spankings?” Crystal said laughing despite of, or perhaps because, of her nervousness. “You still get spanked?” she said looking at the waitress.

“Only when I need it,” the young woman said sagely, “though right now it would be my own pretty little tushie I’d worry about little miss thief,” she said glancing very meaningfully at Crystal’s backside.

“Uh, sorry Ma, I just got a call,” the police officer said motioning to the ear piece attached to his radio, “If this one gives you any trouble just call us back. I’m sure the ladies down at Florence would be more than happy to make her acquaintance,” he said before hurrying out of the room to whatever emergency dispatch had called about.

“Florence?” Crystal said unsure what that meant.

“The correctional facility where you are likely to end up if this goes forward officially,” Ma said matter-of-factly. “A pretty little girl like you would be very popular indeed.”

Crystal shivered wondering how all this went so wrong and tried to swallow back her fear. “Um, what about, uh, well, um, unofficially?”

“Unofficially you get your round little fanny whacked until you just think it is on fire!” the waitress said with her damned laugh again.

Ma sighed and pointed to the door. “Go back to work Becca. I think we can handle this without your commentary, though I will see you back here at the end of your shift. Bring your hairbrush,” she said in a tone that brooked no argument.

“Yes ma’am,” the young red-head said laughing again and flipping up the back of her short skirt to show her matching red panties below as she sauntered out of the office.

“That girl,” Ma said shaking her head, “she won’t be laughing in a few hours when I am done with her. So which is it to be – official or unofficial?”

Crystal bit her bottom lip her hands playing nervously with the hem of her skirt. “Uh, well, um, if we do the, um, the spanking,” she said her face blushing crimson, “will that be the end of it?”

“It will keep your pretty little backside out of jail if that is what you mean,” Ma said with a nod.

“Okay,” Crystal said in barely a whisper, “I’ll take the spanking.”

The elegant casino owner smiled and stood, smoothing her skirt, before moving to the front of the desk. As Ma approached her, Crystal realized that the large luxurious chair had made the woman appear much smaller than she actually was. Standing and getting closer, Crystal realized that Ma had to be close to six feet tall and had a figure that showed she focused as much on staying in shape as she did on her business. Even in her six inch heels, Crystal was shorter than the stern looking lady who was about to spank her behind red.

“Instead of standing there, your mouth open like a cod fish,” Ma said borrowing a line from Mary Poppins, “how about you pass me over the spanking chair,” she said indicating a simple, sturdy, straight-backed wooden chair that until now Crystal hadn’t noticed. “Yes, I have a chair just for spanking,” Ma said noticing the young woman’s startled look.

“Do you do this kind of thing often?” Crystal asked as she moved the chair into the spot Ma indicated. “I mean, you must if you have a special chair and all.”

Ma nodded and sat on the chair arranging her clothes so as not to wrinkle them. “I’ve always found that people are going to make mistakes; they’re going to mess up. I could fire them. I could have them arrested. I could write those people off as a failure. But in a town like Vegas, even with all its people, I’d soon run out of staff. It’s far better to settle things in a more direct, yet far less drastic manner.  Speaking of which, I think you know where you are supposed to be little girl,” she said patting her lap.

Crystal was only too aware of where she was supposed to be and draped herself expertly over the waiting knees.

“I’d say you have done this before young lady,” Ma said as she lifted Crystal’s short skirt and laid it over her lower back. “Did you mother spank you often?” she asked tugging down the tiny thong the teenager had on underneath. “Running around wearing skimpy underwear like this, I’d hope she tanned your hide for you at least once a week.”

Crystal blushed again and nodded her head. “Yes ma’am, she, well, maybe not that often, but yes, she did spank me.”

“Too bad the lesson didn’t take,” Ma said raising her strong right arm high above the now bare bottom presented so vulnerably over her lap. “Let’s hope this one stays with you a little longer.”

Any response Crystal may have made to that comment was cut off by Ma’s sturdy palm landing stingingly on her right bottom cheek. Despite being the veteran of countless over-the-knee spankings, the sheer force of the smack caused her to kick her feet and look back in surprise.

“Yes, a spanking from me hurts,” Ma said reaching up with her non-spanking hand to smooth a strand of hair off of Crystal’s face. “But if a spanking tickled all little girls would want one now wouldn’t they?” she said landing a matching spank to Crystal’s other bare bottom cheek.

Crystal winced and decided that this little girl sure as heck didn’t want one! A sentiment that only grew as her bottom bounced, jiggled, and reddened under Ma’s well practiced spanking hand. Tears soon dripped down Crystal’s cheeks and her yelps turned to cries, which soon turned to begging. “Please! I’ll be good! OW! Pleeease! It hurts!” she sniffled trying to reach back to cover her bottom.

“Yes, I know, but we already talked about how spankings hurt,” Ma said continuing to spank every inch of Crystal’s well-presented backside. Actually, the young woman’s exposed rear-end was blushing a rosy pink from the backs of her knees to the top of her exposed bottom cheeks. Ma was a firm believer that thighs should not be spared even if spanks there would show below the hem of a naughty girl’s short dress or skirt. “How about we talk about how you aren’t going to steal anymore.”

“OW! I won’t! I promise I won’t!” Crystal yelped as she tried to twist and turn to avoid the punishing spankings. “For real!”

Ma sighed, “’I won’t’ could apply to anything young lady. Be specific or how am I supposed to know that we are both on the same page?” she said continuing the pepper Crystal’s bottom with firm spanks.

“I won’t, OW! I won’t steal anymore and I won’t even think about, about stealing and and and OW! I won’t do it again I swear!” Crystal cried tears running down her cheeks.

Ma nodded and rested her hand on Crystal’s now crimson bottom. “Hmm…this is one hot little backside,” she said feeling each cheek in turn. “I’m inclined to believe you, but why on earth did you try to steal from me in the first place?”

Crystal sniffled and tried to get her composure back now that the spanking had stopped. “I don’t have any money, and no one is hiring so I can’t get a job. You know how the economy has been.”

“How about college?” Ma asked rubbing the bare cheeks over her knee gently.

Crystal sighed, “I can barely afford rent, let alone college,” she said wiping her tears with on hand, while leaving the other on the carpet to support herself.

Ma nodded and patted Crystal’s bottom causing the young woman to tense. “Oh, sorry, it helps me think,” she said noticing her distress. “I have a proposition for you – one I made once before and so far have not regretted. How about you come and work here for me?”

“Wait, work here? Uh, really? I just cheated and tried to steal money from you,” Crystal said her tone of voice reflecting the shock her face was showing.

“Well, I’ve found that ‘it takes one to know one’ is certainly true when it comes to cheats and thieves. Becca must have caught two dozen cheats by now. Who do you think tipped security off to your little scheme?” Ma asked.

“Becca? The waitress?” Crystal gasped.

“One and the same,” Ma said with a smile. “So what do you say?”

“Um, what’s the catch?”

“Well, if I ever catch you stealing or cheating again you will be arrested, and if your attitude or work ethic ever slips you will find yourself right back where you are now – over my knee getting your little behind smacked until it steams. Besides that I will pay you a fair wage and pay your tuition. Of course, if your grades ever slip below a B, you won’t sit for a week. It’s the same arrangement I have with Becca.”

“I’ll do it,” Crystal said with a small nod. It was the best offer she’s had in years.

“Great. I’ll draw up the legal documents and get Becca to get you a uniform. You can start tonight. I hope you can serve drinks with a sore bottom,” Ma said giving Crystal’s bottom another smack for good measure. “Welcome to the family.”

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Jealousy

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Brand New Ass

Dana Kane Brand New Ass

 

(BNA: Red (2 Scenes), BNA: Lacey (2 scenes), BNA: Agatha (2 scenes), 60+ minutes.)

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When it rains, it pours.

 

I just wanted to stop in here for a minute and make sure that I’m not the only one:

 

Please raise your hand if you’ve recently said, “Ohholyhell, if one more heinous thing happens over the course of this week I am going to lose my freaking mind!” (or some equivalent)…

 

Okay. That makes me feel better. And hopefully, you don’t feel silly sitting there in front of your computer with your hand in the air.

 

–  Dana

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Conversations with Spankos : One question. A million answers.

(*Remember, this is only a ‘conversation’ if you comment in the box below, so that other readers can share in the experience. Sending your comment in an email to me sort of defeats the point.)

 

Readers,

One of the most often discussed topics for new and exploring spankos (and many old hats, too) is, “Where does it come from?” 

I don’t know if we ever figure it out completely, and I think that that’s probably a very good thing (as the unknown causes us to explore) but I still want to know what you think about this short, not-so-simple question:

Where does IT come from?

Your spanking fetish. Your need. Your interest. Whatever you want to call it. When and where do you think yours derived, or can you not remember a time when you weren’t ‘already into’ spanking?

(We usually avoid pre-adult spanking conversations here, but I’m going to relax this a bit for obvious reasons – most of us were interested in spanking before we were able to drive so it reasons that we’d need to talk about it in terms of age and experience.)

Maybe we can all figure it out together…

 

–  Dana

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Repeated forced viewing of my pets.

 

Go ahead, pretend you don’t like looking at pictures of cuddly critters.

I’m gonna post these anyway, because I do.

DK Reno
Reno the Catnip Kitty

 

DK Jungle Cats
Jungle Cats (Reno, Noodle, and Tahoe)

 

DK Mr Pancakes
Pancakes -plural. For obvious reasons.

 

DK Pretty GIrl
The Pretty Girl, living up to her name.
DK Buddy
Buddy, who is gassy – but we love him anyway, and he’s sorry.