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Winner of the ‘Story of US’ Writing Contest

For the contest entrants,


This month’s writing contest was less about challenging your writing skills and ability to research, and more about encouraging you to use your imaginations. I am pleased to say that I received several very imaginative entries and that you have exceeded my expectations once more. Some funny, some saucy, and some serious…I’ve enjoyed all your stories greatly and am pleased to share them with other readers here.  
As always, if I could choose every story, every month, I would. 
Keep writing and sharing…there will be more contests and many more chances to receive your Dana Kane spanking.


With gratitude,
Dana

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The Winner of the ‘Story of US’ Contest for July 2011 is:

 – My Kind of Strange –

The writer of this story has played a lovely game of cat-and-mouse with content to which I fondly refer as ‘saucy’. You all know that I like to keep it relatively clean here on my blog, so many stories are edited, excerpted, or sadly not published at all – usually due to naughty language or sexual content. In this case, the story dips back and forth repeatedly…I began reading thinking “Uh-oh, he’s not read the rules”, then realized that our author has deftly avoided any actual saucy content whatsoever, all the while delivering quite a steamy spanking story. I do hope that you enjoy it as much as I have.    

Please congratulate the author, who will receive a free Dana Kane Spanking for his winning story entry.

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MY KIND OF STRANGE*


Dana is a professional disciplinarian. She has short, straight black hair and dark blue eyes that always remind me of the “violet” color in Elizabeth Taylor’s eyes. She’s slender, with curves in all the right places.
We met at a bdsm party at ***. I had been intrigued by her look, including some impressive ink on her arms, and her energy, but never had the opportunity to talk to her.
I was on my morning run on Venice beach and there she was taking her surf board off the roof of her car. I stopped to ask if her name was Dana. You look familiar. She nodded, smiling at me until I asked the next appropriate question: “Were you at the *** party last Friday?”
It turned out that she had noticed me and was curious why I hadn’t made the effort to meet her at the party. Now, with her standing directly in front of me and giving me such an evil smirk, I felt drawn to find out for myself. I finally made the first move, inviting her over for breakfast when she was finished surfing. I pointed out my apartment building, gave her the number, and jogged off, feeling her eyes on me as I sprinted to the corner.
I’d gotten cleaned up by the time she arrived and, still in her wet suit, asked if she could shower while I finished getting breakfast ready. I heard her singing over the sound of the water. What would she wear when she got out of the shower? Would she put his wetsuit back on? Or wear a towel?
I was pouring orange juice into glasses she strode into my living room, surprising me. That’s what my friend Georgia had said about her, Dana was always full of surprises. She wasn’t wearing a towel. She wasn’t wearing her wet suit. She wasn’t wearing the robe from the back of the bathroom door. She was wearing one of my blue oxford cloth button down shirts with a pair of my black satin boxers.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, moving toward me, that evil-seductive grin still on her face.



I shook my head. “No, knock yourself out.” I wondered what she would do next, and I suddenly realized that I was starting to perspire from wondering.
“I couldn’t resist,” she said, sitting on the edge of my couch and staring at me. My apartment is small, with the dining room and living room together, separated only by the sofa. My hand was still on the forgotten orange juice container, my entire body was frozen in place.
I watched as she ran her fingertips along one of her long, slender legs. Her legs looked good, sexy, her body was very pale against the black silk boxers. I took a step toward her, thinking that I wanted to take the place of her hands, I wanted to run my fingertips along her legs.
“There’s something erotic…” she started to say, looking at her reflection in the mirrored panels around my fireplace, “…something sexy about opposite sex lingerie.”
I got up my nerve to walk all the way to her side and once there I settled myself next to her on the couch. I reached out to touch the silky material and she leaned back against the cushions and grabbed my wrist before I could make contact. “Since I’m wearing yours why don’t you slip in to these”, holding out a tiny pink thong trimmed in lace.
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was at seeing this woman in my underwear and quite frankly, would have jumped out of the window if she’d asked. As I high-tailed it to the bedroom to change, she called after me, “and bring that hair brush that’s on your dresser.”
I returned to the living room and stood behind the sofa, my hands trembling, I hand her the brush, and wait.
She took the brush and examined it. It is old. The wood polished smooth as silk. The handle worn soft with use, the light bristles set into the dark wood. Turning her face, she strokes the bristles through her hair, leaving a path of obsidian, shining brilliantly in the shafts of sunlight filtering through the window. I touch her hand. I reach for the brush. Desire winning the battle over fear, I take the brush. Beautiful. Terrifying. Love and hate mingling in my heart as the wood presses into the palm. I lay the soft bristles to her hair, drawing them slowly down, bringing a brilliant shine to her lustrous locks. 

As I begin another stroke, she raises her hand to mine. She takes the brush in her hand and gently pulls me around the couch towards her, guiding me between her spread legs, facing her. Slowly she lays the soft bristles against my chest as my hands fall to my sides. I tremble as the touch sends tingles of electricity through my body. She traces the brush around my nipple, the tingling spreading throughout my body. I am floating in the sensations. My head light with pleasure. I feel her touch being withdrawn, leaving an aching desire, an emptiness in my chest.. Her finger traces down my chest and over my stomach, hooking it in the waistband of the thong. She tugs gently, then slowly pulls the panties down to my ankles. Her eyes move slowly up and down my body.

I gasp and look down at her questioningly. She slides the fabric of the shirt tails up, revealing her naked thighs. I step to her side. I stumble, hobbled by my panties but quickly step out of them and stand by her left thigh. “Get over my lap,” she says in a sweet but insistent tone. Seizing my wrist again, she tugs me forward and bends me over her lap, settling me across her thighs. She runs her hand over my ass.
Her firm thighs support my body, as I lay myself before her. The rays of sun fall across my body, warming it, however a chill settles in my stomach as I feel her gentle touch on my naked buttocks. I feel her palm moving over my bottom, tracing small circles over the bare skin. The hunger surges up once more, fighting its way ahead of the chilling fear. I feel her thigh pressing against me. I push myself against her, moving my hips forward against her leg. I feel her touch vanish, once again leaving me empty, desolate. I pull back, raising my hips, aching for her touch. Wanting. Waiting.
Rubbing gently, caressing the backs of my thighs, her fingers play up the crevice between my cheeks, and slide down between my thighs. I open my legs, exposing myself to her, and she strokes my inner thighs with her fingertips. I draw a shuddering breath, and she lets her fingers trail up between my cheeks again. I raise my hips, offering myself to her. She lets her finger play over my bottom’s sit spot and I shudder again. Her fingertip traces around the sensitive skin, I twitch slightly. Very gently she draws her fingernail over it and I moan softly. “Please…” I whisper. She lets her finger trail down between my thighs once more, tickling the back of my legs. Slowly she withdrew her hand and I feel the hairbrush rest on my buttocks.
The smacking sound of contact, wood against skin echoes loudly. The sharp sting spreads quickly through my left buttock. My breath comes out in a soft gasp. Another smack accompanies a matching sting in my right buttock. My eyes close. The crack of wood against flesh fills my ears. The burning sting builds in my bottom. I shift, desperate for the sensations to cease. And with equal desperation, willing them to continue. The sting continues to build, as the terrible brush rises and falls like clockwork. It is too much. I thrust forward once more, knowing she can feel the stiffness against her thigh, but desperate to escape the stinging fire raining down on my bottom. As her soft skin brushes mine, a new desperation seizes me. I draw back, raising my hips to meet the next painful assault of the terrible, wonderful wood. The pain burns through my backside, as a new fire ignites in front. Again and again, I thrust forward, and back, meeting the fiery spanks above. As the heat builds, it mingles, until it is indistinguishable. The pain and the agonizing pleasure, all becoming one. The exquisite agony throbs through my body. Gasping as the pain and ecstasy rage through me, the crack of the brush coming faster, harder.
I collapse over her lap, breathing heavily. The wood, smooth, and soft, touching my skin. After a moment she puts the hairbrush down on the sofa. She raises her left hand, and I tense in anticipation. She brings it down with a sharp smack. I gasp, another smack, and another. I squirm, and as I raise my hips, smack, again and again. 

The sting is beginning to build in my backside now, but her left hand works deftly, Smack, smack, smack, smack, I am whimpering now, bucking wildly as she spanks me faster and faster. Smack smack smack smack… I moan and gasp. Smack smack smack smack smack smack…
Then just as suddenly as it started, it’s over. I collapse once more over her lap, panting. She rubs my tender cheeks which are bright pink from the stinging slaps. I lie still with eyes closed for several moments, breathing deeply, then slowly push myself up.
“Naughty boy,” she said, moving back, after we collapsed together on the sofa. I leaned my head against her chest and confessed to knowing about her, knowing that she liked things in the extreme. Confessed my curiosity. She smiled that devilish smile and stroked my hair away from my eyes. Then she cradled my head in her hands and said, “what do you expect when you invite a strange woman into your apartment…?”.
My kind of strange.


*Story inspired by “Whose Panties” by Allison Tyler

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‘The Unexpected Visit’: F/M Spanking Fiction

Thanks to The Very Bad Boy, for his continuing saga of David (and his formidable disciplinarian and wife, Ann).


More great stories from The Very Bad Boy:
‘The Wedding Gift’
‘The Wedding Gift: Returning Home’


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 “The Unexpected Visit”
I had just sat down in my easy chair; Ann was out of the house for the entire day. One of the weddings gifts we received included a certificate for a full day spa treatment at one of Dallas’s finest luxury day spas. I was more than happy to let Ann have the entire day to enjoy the gift especially as it allowed me to have the day to myself. My plan was to spend the day watching college football. It was rivalry week and the Saturday schedule featured some of the best college football rivalries. Just as the first football game was about to start I heard the sound of a car door closing, I did not pay much attention to it, as I knew Ann was gone all day and I was not expecting anyone to come by the house. Just before the kickoff the doorbell rang, I looked towards the door and thought who could possibly be at the door. I was not expecting anyone so I decided to ignore the doorbell and act as though no one was home. I waited for a few minutes as the doorbell rang another two times. After a few more moments, I thought whoever was at the door had given up and left. Just then, I heard the unmistakable sound of a key being inserted into the lock. I heard the door open and as I turned around to look, I saw Ann’s mother Mellissa standing in the doorway. 
                “So is this the way you plan on treating your mother-in-law? Do you really think it is a good idea to keep me waiting on the front porch while you hide in your chair trying to make me think you are not home?” I was a bit shocked; I was not expecting anyone to stop by the house today especially not Ann’s mother. As I stood up, I stammered “sorry Mellissa I didn’t realize you were at the door….umm… Ann is not here right now she …umm went to the day spa and… umm won’t be back until later this evening” “That’s ok David, I’m not here to see Ann, I’m here to see you. I figured you were not busy today so I thought I would stop by and have a little discussion with you while Ann is out. Why don’t you turn off the TV, there is nothing worth watching at this time of day anyway.” I stammered a bit more as I replied “As I said… uh Ann… umm Ann is not here so … Well… you know…, I just started watching the football game and it’s, it’s rivalry week… so… I was uh… planning on spending the day watching football.” Maybe you could come back later after… umm Ann returns from the spa later this evening.” Walking towards me she replied “Don’t be silly David, I already told you I am here to see you, so why don’t you turn off the TV so we can have a nice little chat.” Just then a loud cheer erupted from the television, I heard the announcer shouting something about one of the most fantastic catches he had ever witnessed. Without thinking, I turned towards the TV hoping to catch the replay. Looking back, I realize how unfortunate that seemingly simple decision was. “David! What in heaven’s name do you think you are doing? How dare you turn your back on me while I am talking to you, I suggest you turn the TV off right this minute!” I turned back towards Mellissa and uttered,” I’m… uh…umm sorry Mellissa, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful” and that is when I saw it a well-used wooden hairbrush sticking out of her handbag.
                Mellissa briskly walked over to me taking hold of my ear and led me across the room to the sofa. While I was use to Ann pulling my ear, Melissa had her own unique technique. Instead of grabbing the earlobe and pulling as Ann does, she grabs the earlobe and gives it a twist as she pulls upward. This caused a quick burning sensation and forced me to stand on my toes as she pulled me towards the sofa. As we approached the sofa, she twisted my earlobe just a bit more to emphasize she was in charge. As we reached the sofa, Mellissa hesitated just a moment before she sat down; she pulled down on my ear which caused me to awkwardly take a seat on the sofa. After sitting down she released my ear and placed her handbag on the coffee table. She gracefully crossed her legs in a feminine manner and elegantly placed her folded hands on the top of her knees and said, “Let’s have a little talk shall we?” 
“I’ve been meaning to talk with you about a few issues since you returned from Rome. Seeing as Ann is out all day, I think it is a perfect time for us to discuss these issues. I don’t know if you realized it or not, but Ann was noticeably irritated the day of the wedding. She overheard some of your groomsmen talking about your bachelor party. She was pretty upset about what she heard and was going to confront you, however, I intervened and told her to let it go and not let it ruin her perfect day.” I did not like where this conversation was heading especially as I told Ann I was just going to have a small party with a few friends. However, it turned out to be a bit bigger than I planned and it got out of hand when my best man announced he had hired a stripper to entertain us. I had promised Ann no matter what happens we would not have a stripper at the party. I knew I should have said something to Danny but he had already paid for the stripper and I thought to myself “what Ann does not know won’t hurt her”, anyway it was my bachelor party and it was not like I would ever hire a stripper myself. Mellissa continued, “I understand guys don’t always think very clearly especially when they are drinking. I also realize guys can make some incredibly foolish decisions from time to time, so I convinced Ann she should let it go. Besides, I told her I would talk to you about it and make sure you clearly understood that your behavior and choices you made were unacceptable.” I was worried as I glanced over to the coffee table and saw the well used wooden hairbrush sticking out of Mellissa’s handbag. She reached over to the handbag pulled out the hairbrush and placed it on the coffee table. She then reached into her handbag and pulled out an envelope, which I noticed right away, was from the hotel that Ann and I stayed and where we had the bachelor party.
“You know David; my intention was to just talk with you about the bachelor party. I wanted to reinforce the importance of being honest with Ann and to help you understand how important it is for you to respect her wishes. As I said earlier, I understand how young men can lose control of their common sense from time to time so I was not going to make a big deal out of your juvenile and imprudent behavior. But then I received this letter from the hotel while you and Ann were in Rome and well…to be honest, the letter has caused me to reconsider my plan for you.” She handed me the letter, by this time I was so nervous that I just skimmed the letter. I stopped however when I saw an itemized list of charges which totaled $1800.00. As I looked over the list, I noticed the charges included a broken bathroom mirror, a broken ceiling fan, a broken chair, 2 missing bathrobes, missing bath towels and a missing TV remote. To top it off there was also a $250.00 mini bar bill and a $4000.00 room service bill. I just stared at the bill for a few moments trying to think of something to say. All I could think of was how mad Ann was going to be when she saw the bill; I knew I was going to find myself back over Ann’s lap for another long hard spanking. Well, I did end up getting a long spanking that day but to my complete astonishment, it was not from Ann. 
“David, there are some behaviors I can overlook but one thing I cannot overlook is financial irresponsibility. I know you and Ann cannot afford to pay this $1800.00 bill from the hotel can you” I looked at Mellissa and timidly answered “no ma’am” she replied, “well, I figured that to be the case, so I decide I would go ahead and pay the bill for you.” I looked at her and managed to say “I promise I’ll pay you back, I am really sorry about” Mellissa cut me off in midsentence and said “I don’t expect you to pay me back, I do however imagine that by the end of the day you will wish I had insisted that you pay me back. Well, on second thought you are going to pay me back but just not the way you think.” With that, Mellissa stood up, pointed to the far corner of the room, and said I think it would be a good idea for you to stand in the corner for a little while and think about your behavior. While you are standing in the corner, I am going to get my attaché case out of the car and when I return we will continue our little discussion.” 
I heard Mellissa place something on the coffee table but I was too scared to look over my shoulder to see what it was. I heard the sound of a latch opening and the clatter of items being placed on the coffee table. I was still unsure what Mellissa was planning but I had a sinking feeling it was not going to be anything good. I thought there was no way Ann’s mother would spank me. I figured she would wait until Ann came home, show her the letter from the hotel, and let Ann take care of punishing me. Unfortunately I could not have been any more wrong, I was about to find out just how painful a spanking can be when given by someone with many years of spanking experience. I would soon discover that a spanking could be unbearably painful without being particularly hard. Often times a prolonged serious of lighter swats landing on the same exact spot can cause even the toughest man to quickly breakdown. Unfortunately, this was something Ann would eventually learn herself and would become very skilled at doing.
Mellissa called me over to the sofa, as I made my way over to her I glanced at the coffee table and noticed she had laid out a number of implements which I would soon learn to despise. The first implement I saw was the well used wooden hairbrush, it was newer than the one Ann used however it showed its age as it was used many times over the years. I eventually learned there was more than one family hairbrush and from time to time, a new brush was introduced to the family. The brush that Mellissa has custody of was handed down from her Aunt Judith; she gave Mellissa the brush a few weeks before her wedding and taught her how to use it. The brush was one of the newer family brushes at the time. Aunt Judith was a very skilled disciplinarian and was known as one of the hardest spankers in the family. In fact, it was not unusual for Aunt Judith to “help out” the other family members from time to time when the wives had trouble keeping their husbands under control. Aunt Judith was known to break a hairbrush once in awhile over the erring bottom of a yet submissive husband. The brush Mellissa received was only a few years old at the time but after twenty-five years of marriage and constant use, it was beginning to develop the shiny surface that many of the older brushes displayed after many years of use. 
Next to the hairbrush was a large leather strap, it too was well used and was very supple, I could tell it was properly cared for and was frequently oiled to ensure the leather stayed soft and flexible. Next to the leather strap was a long thin wooden paddle it was as wide as a ruler and about 24 inches long, I would soon learn it produced a very unpleasant sting. Next to the wooden paddle was a large clear paddle, which I discovered was made of lexan a very strong but flexible material that produce a very painful sting. Next to the lexan paddle were two canes one was a rattan cane and the other was a thin fiberglass cane. I had not had the displeasure of experiencing a fiberglass cane but if it hurt as much as a rattan cane, I knew for sure I would not like it as I do not like canes. 
Standing in front of Mellissa, she motioned me closer towards her and reached out to unbuckle my belt. I was still in denial that she was going to spank me so I just stood there somewhat passively; it was not until she unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down that I finally accepted the reality that she was in fact going to spank me. I took a small step back but before I could get too far she reached over and grabbed hold of my shorts pulling me back towards her and at the same time pulling my shorts down. I immediately reached down to cover myself up; Mellissa simply responded by saying “silly boy do you think you have something I have never seen before? I am not interested in what you have in front I am interested in your back side”. She then grabbed my left wrist and with one smooth tug brought me down across her lap. I landed across her knees with my chest resting on the sofa, she adjusted her position, and with her left arm she pulled me snug against her waist. She stopped for a moment to admire the cane marks that were fading from the last time Ann had given me a spanking. She rubbed my bum for a moment and mentioned that Ann was doing a good job at disciplining me. She reached over to the coffee table and picked up the wooden hairbrush. She paused to look at the brush and said, “Well old friend, it looks as though we have our work cut out for us” and with that I felt the first of many painful swats that would land on my bare bottom that day. 
Mellissa continued to use the hairbrush until my bum was a nice crimson red; she made sure every area of my bum received equal treatment. I could feel the heat radiating off every part of my bottom and although it hurt it did not compare to the pain I was about to experience when she switched to the wooden paddle. She picked up the thin wooden paddle and adjusted me across her lap at an angle so my right thigh was up a little higher. This gave her a clear shot at my upper thigh and allowed her to land some very well aimed slaps on a very sensitive area. While Ann was a good spanker, she tended to concentrate most of her swats on the middle section of my bum, which hurt a lot but over time would become numb. Mellissa was not going to allow my bum to go numb she concentrated on one area until she noticed I was not responding as well as I had when she first started, then she would move to another area. While using the hairbrush Mellissa had a heavier hand making sure each blow landed with a solid thud, which produced a well spread out sting. However, when she used the thin wooden paddle she was a lot softer. With the hairbrush, she would land each blow in a different spot, but with the thin paddle, she concentrated on one single spot, landing blow after blow on the same spot, which quickly led to an agonizing sting. 
She began slowly, allowing each burning blow to fade before landing the next one. Each blow produced a concentrated sting that quickly dissipated. I noticed after a minute or so she increased her speed but kept the intensity the same. This resulted in a longer lasting sting that did not fully fade away before the next blow landed. This caused the stinging to buildup creating a longer and more sustained sting. After another minute or so, she increased the speed again but kept the intensity unchanged. By this time the stinging sensation was giving way to a deep burning sensation, the burn traveled deeper than the sting and I found myself trying to get away from the constant blows, which were landing in the same location. I tried to move my hips just a little to make the blows land in a different place, but she seemed to anticipate my every move as she simply adjusted her aim to allow each blow to continue landing on the same spot. By now, I was making a lot of noise as I tried to compensate for the pain, the pain increased to the point where it was now an agonizing throbbing pain. I cried out for Mellissa to stop, I tried rolling from side to side but each time I did she just held me tighter. I tried arching my back hoping to deflect the blows to another area, but she merely dug her elbow into the middle of my back causing me to lie back down across her lap. Finally, the pain was so intense all I could do was to simply go limp and try my best to endure the unrelenting burning sting. After a few minutes of this unrelenting spanking, my mind began to go numb and I stopped responding at all, it was at this point she moved to another area and began the entire process again. The combination of steady intensity with increasing speed made it feel like an eternity before she moved to another area. When she finally moved to another spot she gave me just enough time before starting again to think about why I was getting a spanking and boy did I ever regret making the decision to allow the bachelor party to get out of hand.     
At last she laid the thin paddle on the coffee table and gave me a small nudge telling me to stand up. By this time, I was no longer concerned with my mother-in-law seeing all that God had given me; I was more concerned with trying to rub the pain out of my bum. When Mellissa stood up, she reached over and took the leather strap off the coffee table, and led me by the arm to the dining room. She led me to our small wooden table and pulled the side chair away from the table. She pointed to the table and told me to bend over the top of the table and grab hold of the other side. As I bent over the table she spread my feet apart so they where about shoulder length apart. With her right hand she held onto the strap’s handle and with her left hand she held the tip of the strap. She brought both the strap and her hand back and with a quick snapping motion she let go of the tip and brought the strap across my stretched out bum. Unlike the blows from the hairbrush and the paddle, the leather strap was free to land wherever it chose. The strap landed with a resounding smack and the follow through left a nice long slender red mark on my bum. I yelled out in pain and stood up quickly rubbing the spot where the strap landed. Mellissa reached over and pushed me back down on the table. “David I suggest you maintain your position, you don’t want to see what happens if you get up again.” she reached back and landed another blow on my bum, again I stood up but before I could reach behind me to rub the spot where the strap landed she quickly landed another blow on my lower leg. I yelped in pain as the leather strap dug into my tender skin leaving an immediate bruise, the pain seemed to linger for the longest time. It only took one swat across my lower leg to realize the foolishness of standing up. By this time my bum was throbbing and blazing hot and I could not find any relief from the unbearable pain.  
Mellissa walked over to the coffee table and looked at the two canes. She picked up the rattan cane and swished it through the air. She then picked up the thin fiberglass cane and did the same thing, looking at both the canes, she decided on the thin whippy fiberglass one. As she walked back to the dining room table she said “David I think you are going to find this little fiberglass cane to be very unpleasant. However, I think it will be just the right implement to deal with your immature behavior. What do you think, should we go with one stroke for every dollar I have to pay the hotel?” I froze with fear; did she really intend to give me 1800 strokes with the cane? Mellissa looked at me and saw the fear in my eyes and she gave a little laugh. “relax Doll, I may be a harsh disciplinarian but I am not a sadist,let’s just go with 18, how does that sound” I wish I could say I was relived but the thought of 18 cane strokes was something I did not think I could handle. The spanking thus far had been extremely painful I was at the end of my endurance. I meekly replied “I…I think…I have learned my lesson Ma’am, I am very sorry for … uh… my immature behavior, please I… umm don’t think I can take any more.” Mellissa was lightly rubbing my swollen bum, the marks where the strap had landed were clearly visible and the area where the wooden paddle landed was beginning to bruise. She gave my bum a few quick pats and replied “come on David, I think you can take a few more, you certainly are mature enough to accept your punishment, even though your behavior may have been juvenile, I know you can take these 18 cane strokes. 
 “Go ahead and spread your legs a bit more, I want a nice target to aim at” I hesitated for just a moment, I thought about not doing what she said and keeping my legs where they were. Mellissa viewed any hesitation as disobedience and she dealt with any disobedience immediately. Taking the cane, she began to whip it back and forth between my legs in a fast side-to-side motion. She started with the upper inner thighs and slowly worked her way down to the ankles. The quick side-to-side whipping action of the thin cane caused a severe stinging sensation almost like bee stings. Maintaining the quick side-to-side whipping motion, she continued her downward journey with the thin cane in a very slow and methodical fashion. The pain was building so fast that I found it hard to stand still, by the time she reached my lower legs it took all my control to keep from jumping from foot to foot. The combination of the intensity of the constant stinging and the quick side-to-side whipping action finally caused my legs to buckle. “Why are you making this so hard on yourself, darling? I would think by now you would do anything I ask so we could get this spanking over with, but I guess sometime naughty boys just have a hard time obeying.” When she reached my ankles she slowly began to make her way back up my inner legs. I was crying out in pain and jumping from foot to foot trying to find some relief from the unrelenting stinging that was coming from the cane strikes. Tears began to well up in my eyes as I cried out to her to stop. Mellissa looked at me and said “it looks as though you have learned your lesson about obeying when you are told to do something” Lets hurry and get this over with and with that she proceeded to lay 18 well aimed strokes with the cane. Each stroke landed with a stinging blow, which lingered for a few moments before giving way to a deep burning sensation that traveled from the depth of the skin to the surface. Each stroke of the cane reinforced my aversion for canes. 
The perfectly lined cane marks gradually transformed into welts, each stroke landing just a fraction of an inch from where the pervious stroke landed forming a swell of welts resembling tiny speed bumps on my bottom. Mellissa reached down and leisurely ran her fingernails over the forming welts. “These welts are shaping up nicely and just in time for us to take care of one more small issue” she walked over to the coffee table and picked up the lexan paddle. “I don’t think you have ever felt a lexan paddle before have you?” While Lexan is nearly impossible to break it does have a nice flexible quality to it, which provides sort of a springing action as it makes contact with the bum. “What I really like about lexan is that it is clear, which means I get a nice clear view of your bum reacting to each blow.” She placed her left hand on the small of my back and placed the lexan paddle directly over the forming welts. She lifted the paddle and lightly tapped the welts. I could immediately tell a full swing landing on the welts would send waves of excruciating pain across my entire bum. I vainly cried out “please ma’am don’t use the paddle, I can’t take any more, I promise I will never misbehave like that again.” Nevertheless, my pleas went unheeded as she lifted the paddle and brought it crashing down across the welts. I instantly stiffened as waves of sharp piercing pain shot through my aching bum. I nearly collapsed as the waves of insufferable pain spread deeply across my bum. “I suspect David you will give me your full attention when I talk to you and not decide that a ridiculous football game is more important than what I have to say.” She lifted the paddle again and proceeded to give me ten swats with the lexan paddle, each swat finding its mark on the bruised and throbbing welts. When she finally stopped I fell to the floor grasping my bum praying that somehow I could make the pain go away. However, it was a very long time before the pain and the memory of the first spanking I received from my mother-in-law would fade away.
Later that evening Ann returned from her spa appointment, as she walked through the door she saw her mother sitting on the sofa. “Hey mom I didn’t expect to see you today, didn’t David tell you I had a spa appointment?” Melissa replied with a slight smile, “I actually come over to have a little chat with David, we had a few things to talk about and I thought today would be a good day to further enhance our relationship.” I looked up at Ann and she gave me a little quizzical smile and I simply returned her smile as I carefully adjusted my position on the sofa.” Ann come over and gave me a kiss and said, “You will have to tell me all about the discussion you and mom had today.” As she gave her mother a quick glance and a wink, I noticed Ann was wearing the red ribbon from the special wedding gift in her hair. 
The next morning my bum was so sore I could hardly walk, by this time the bruises had darkened and the stinging pain had given way to a lingering aching pain. The welts were still red and very painful and continued to shoot waves of pain across my bum with each step I took. As I walked into the kitchen I picked up the Sunday paper and noticed that all the teams I was pulling for yesterday shared a common experience with me, we each received a severe beating at the hands of a far superior rival.         

  
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Spanking Bits and Pieces



Readers,


This is blog post number 103. Thank you again and again for reading, commenting, and participating.

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Occasionally, I have the opportunity to sit still and catch up on the other blogs which I enjoy reading.  While perusing Serving B recently, I stumbled upon a posting that I had not noticed previously, titled ‘Shout Out to Dana Kane’. Serving B has written a very kind commentary on me and my blog, and I am thoroughly complimented. I am also slightly mortified that it’s taken me quite so long to read and acknowledge this kindness…my apologies and many thanks to Serving B.

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Another reader sent me a link in response to my post ‘F/M Spanking Scenes in Media’. 
Called ‘Again’, a Footlocker advertisement from 2010, this one is spanking parody gold. Linked from YouTube.

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My most recent survey – Let’s Talk Spanking – has received 347 responses. 
Here are a few of the results:


35% of you identified as: 
I am mostly a Spankee, but sometimes I like to give a little spanking myself.


52% of you:
Haven’t participated in Public Spanking…yet.


63% enjoy incorporating Corner Time into spanking play.


29% of you are exclusive with your spanking partner.


I’ve gratefully received many rave reviews of the blog, it’s format, and content. I have also received a few well-thought critiques, for which I am equally grateful. I will continue to make improvements and provide new and original content (with a lot of help from wonderful readers and contributors).


-Dana


DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com


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I have received a couple emails from readers who are unable to post comments to the blog posts. I am unsure whether this is a blogger problem or a poster problem, so – please take a moment to email me if you’re having difficulties posting comments and I will try and repair any errors in code.
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New Dana Kane Video: Before the Party

He thinks that we are headed out to attend a dinner party..but I have more important things to attend first.  Namely, his near-constant brattiness – and a stern warning to be on his best behavior for the remainder of the evening (we’ll see about that).    


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New Dana Kane Video Teaser

New Dana Kane Spanking Video:

 –  Before the Party  –
“Dana
I will embed the video here soon as the encoding is done.   – Dana
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MarQe’s Journal – Weekly Entries 1 through 4

While my UK visit is still tentative, I am hoping to make it there in September/October – or at the very least, before year’s end. And although he has been waiting for near two months, MarQe just couldn’t wait any longer to begin his journal. 
I have instructed him to submit one journal entry per week, until I reach the UK. This could be quite a commitment for MarQe if my travel plans are postponed, and I am somewhat tickled by the idea of long and drawn-out written ‘discipline’ assignments.

I am looking forward to reinforcing the concept of patience, among other points, when we do finally meet.   

Naturally, MarQe has approved of the sharing of his journal here.
– Dana

From MarQe: 
Journal Entry Week #1

 Mistress Dana Kane is planning a visit to our shores in the UK & it is likely that I shall be visiting her for a dose of discipline which just might push me to my limit if her film clips are anything to go by !!
  I’m already nervous especially when she decides to reach for the hairbrush. It seems she applies this with terrifying power, speed & accuracy, I may well be gripping whatever is available very tightly indeed ! But when will she lower my shorts? When I’m standing before her my hands on my head ?!! ….. Maybe when I’ve been taken onto her lap ?! ….. Shall I be scolded for spanking girls & spending money I can ill afford on visits to massage parlours ?!

Something deep inside yearns for the moment when her spanking takes hold of me & my cares slip away as I am forced to concentrate on Mistress Dana’s punishment …..!!

— MarQe’s Study sister blog:


Journal Entry Week #2

–  Mistress I think I need a prolonged session on your lap & regrettably a sound spanking with your hairbrush. As someone who spanks naughty girls I think it is is always best to lower underwear whilst the miscreant stands before you, hands on head. That allows the humiliation of their nakedness to be revealed as you tug down their underwear & make them step out of them. Maybe standing them between your legs and slapping their bottom & the back of their legs before taking them on to your lap Mistress.

Journal Entry Week #3  


Well as I have mentioned I am primarily a spanker of naughty girls. Indeed I am dealing with this naughty girl tomorrow {Tuesday!}. I have been obsessed with spanking since I  was very young & used to get ‘excited’ when starlets got spanked in the movies so as I grew older I progressed into seeking out my own spanking experiences. I was never spanked as a child apart from once when I was bent over in the playground & given a few sharp smacks over my trousers by a female teacher. It was always being the Spanker rather than the Spanked that first attracted me although I was in hospital once when I was about 10 & fanatasized about a nurse putting me over her knee ?

I like most spanking/C..P. scenarios apart from the very severe stuff. I am always aware of my girls limits when I’m doing the spanking but enjoy administering a ‘punishment’ rather than fun spankings, unless they are erotic in nature ! It is only the last 2 or 3 years that I have become curious about being spanked & decided that if it was going to happen I would visit ‘Real’ Mistresses as I don’t like the idea of switching with my girls. So far I have visited two Headmistresses, Miss Jessica & Miss Dawn. I am due to be seen by Miss Davenshaw next month & then I am to be summoned by one of the strictest UK Dommes, The Hunterress in about 2 months time. I take a long, hard OTK including the hairbrush, which I dread but nevertheless prefer to receive hard & fast so that I am made to squirm & take a grip of my Mistressses leg.  If there is one implement I actually like it is the strap !?  I have taken 50 with the cane but Miss Jessica was very careful as I have only a small bottom & am quite slight of build. All the Ladies I have visited or hope to visit are on my ‘Yes Mistress!’ blog.

Having seen some of your clips Miss I think you’ll be well capable of teaching me a real & valuable lesson about the time & money I spend on spanking naughty girls & visiting ladies for personal services !! I expect my limits to be tested Miss!

MarQe
Journal Entry Week #4

 So I wonder ? I am in ‘that‘ space … my extended spanking on Miss Dana’s lap is coming to it’s finale as she rubs me gently before more rapid spanks from her hairbrush followed by a strict instruction to stand !!  My nakedness returns me to a vulnerability & thoughts that my punishment may not yet be over ? I look around the room fleetingly, I want to see her cane & at the same time dread laying my eyes on it ! How will she administer it? Will I be bent over, tied, my bottom raised over pillows piled high on a bed or as she brought me to a place where a purpose made bench awaits me ? She awards me a number of strokes, Miss counts the number I respond after each one, “Thank You Ma’am’ ……….. She continues !




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My Spanking Photos and Videos – all in one place, at last.

Readers,

I have finally managed to figure out a relatively simple way of adding, rotating, and maintaining videos and photos for my blogsite – all on one page. It is more difficult than you’d think. 
Because Blogger does not make available a widget for photo galleries, getting lots of photos or videos all organized on one page has been a challenge. Most of the options require html-fiddling skills which I do not posses. I even toyed with employing a professional website builder in order to get a more streamlined look, but in the end it all seemed too impersonal.
I have opted for using simple, easily-accessible programs and widgets that require little or no programming language. The Blogger platform allows me to easily manage and maintain a ton of content without having to write pages of code or deal with an FTP, and also affords me the opportunity to directly communicate with a community of others who share my same interests. This is priceless.

With that in mind, I have also decided against a flashy, fiddly, members/paysite, now or in the future. I will be offering some select videos for purchase, once I am pleased with the production quality (video, audio, set, etc.) of the projects on which I am currently working. Those videos will likely be available directly from my blog, by way of a link to a site like SpankingLibrary.com or Clips4Sale.com. I will also (adamantly, and against some decent advice) be making select content available in DVD format. This will all be kept as simple as possible, including NOT fragmenting full-length videos into maddening three-minute clips.

In the meantime, please continue to enjoy the videos which I thoroughly enjoy sharing with you – free – of home spankings, traveling tails, and favorite playmates. There will be many more.

I will update the gallery page with new photos and videos soon as they’re available…and have added a link in the sidebar on the right-hand side of the blog, directly below the Latest Videos:     – Dana

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Upcoming Travel, and Contest Update


I will be visiting New York City, which seems to have become a second home, August 6-10, 2011. 
As most of my available time is to be devoted to my regular playmates, appointments will be strictly limited, and must be booked well in advance.
Please email for details and scheduling:   

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The ‘Story of US’ Writing Contest ends in ten days. I have received some excellent stories and will thoroughly enjoy providing the winner with his or her Prize – a free spanking session with me.
If you haven’t entered yet, take a few minutes to write your story (or song, or rhyme, or picture story…) of US.
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Ladies Who I Adore


Many thanks to the fabulous Madeline at Chicago Dungeon for hosting me on my recent visit to her town. Her playspace is amazing and I am thrilled to be able to offer such a lovely location to my Chicago playmates. Madeline is one of the most intelligent, professional, and genuine women I have met in my travels, and I look forward to seeing her and Switch Elle (as well as all those lovely Chicago bottoms!) again soon.
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My great new friend (and owner of NYC Rubber Studios) Ariana Chevalier has been  kind enough to mention me on her blog. Ariana is a fearsome Domme and a most gracious hostess…I look forward to seeing her and the other ladies of ParthenonNYC again in August.
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(Photo: A particularly spankable Detroit bottom – this boy’s butt gets cuter every time I see it.)

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In Los Angeles, you won’t find a classier, more refined Domme than Mistress Damiana Chi – and her playspace, Chi Temple, is the setting for many of my most memorable spankings.


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Not only is Saint Leather one of the most lovely friends a girl could have, but she is also a world-class leatherworker. Her floggers are amazing works of art. 
The ‘Duster’ design is especially beautiful (and effective).
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Spanking PSA: Tardiness



If you are tardy – you had better have an Excellent Reason. 
Not an Excuse.
(Very few exist of the former, and very many of the latter.)

“Spanking

 

Traffic is an Excuse. 
It is ever-present.

Leave earlier.

Oversleeping is an Excuse. 
You are an adult. 
Get up when your alarm rings.

Tired is an Excuse. 
And so is Busy.
Get more rest. 
Learn to better manage your time.
Do not make more Excuses for failing to do so.


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New Dana Kane Video: Disciplining Nephew

Readers,


Michael is one of my favorite long-time playmates, and he’s generously offered to allow me to share some excerpted video clips from our recent role-play.
(This is my first attempt at use of the new camcorder, lights, editing, splicing, and the like. Be gentle.) 


– Dana

If clicking the green arrow doesn’t start the play, double click the video screen to open the player in a new tab.
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Required (Spanking) Reading and New Implements

Readers, 
Here are a few titles currently on my radar. If you’ve any recommendations for me and your fellow spankos please leave them in the comments section.     – Dana






By Governess Gemma Forbes:


The Adult Spanking and Discipline Handbook: A Comprehensive Guide to Corporal Punishment 




Synopsis: “In the pages of this book you’ll find a plethora of stories about the early days of Ms. Forbes’ career. You’ll also find here essential useful tips, hints and advice for beginners and experienced spanking enthusiasts alike.”






By Erica Scott:


What Happens to Naughty Girls?


Synopsis: “A dozen classically romantic M/F spanking stories, blending fantasy, intensity, discipline and eroticism. Bonus: Two nonfiction stories, recounting the author’s first spanking and first video shoot.”
(Look for Erica’s new book coming soon.)




By Jacqueline Omerta:


The Psychology of Adult Spanking Series (Volumes 1-7)


Synopsis (Volume I): “Jacqueline Omerta, a licensed Marriage Family Therapist and adult spanking fetishist, offers a comprehensive overview of the basic components of how the spanking fetish develops and why it is so driving. She then interviews and gives a real-time, over the knee spanking to Cynthia, a woman who is currently exploring her need to be spanked.”

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I’ve been acquiring some new and interesting implements, including this 13″ leather paddle, sandpaper pingpong paddle, 10″round leather paddle, and big bath brush. I was also recently gifted a beautiful cobalt blue-handled riding crop.


Still on my list…

A pretty, short-handled carpet beater
A Jokari paddle
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An affinity for quality wooden implements



While I do love the smell and slap of leathers, and the swish of the cane makes me warm, the craftsmanship of wooden implements sometimes leave the strongest ‘impression’ on me, so to speak.


Not only for the sheer enjoyment I receive from the looks on the faces of my bottoms, but for the beauty and variation of the implements themselves.


– Dana


An accidental stumbling-upon on Twitter lead me to KittysExoticPaddles.com, where I immediately fell in love with the Bolivian Rosewood Flapjack Paddle:





This love affair spurred further online investigations, which resulted in some beautiful and fearsome-looking paddles:


Bassett Woodworking makes lots of nice wooden things, but their custom wood paddles are what caught my attention. ‘Time Out’ is my favorite.




It would be impossible to list makers of great paddles without mentioning Wdspoone at maamyesmaam.blogspot.com. His craftsmanship and attention to detail are obvious.

Here are a few more interesting paddles I found:
Deep Purple Passion Paddle
Cane-iac Customized Paddle
‘You may want to rethink that last remark’
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‘Tiffany’ – The Cowboy Writer does F/M Spanking

This is a saucy one from The Cowboy Writer, and I’ve used asterisks liberally to edit some beautiful yet naughty language. There is a whole lot of spanking going on at Woodsley College…definitely my kind of institution. Enjoy!   – Dana




For the rest of Cowboy Writer’s stories:
Taming the Cowboy
Taming the Cowboy II: The Cowboy’s Revenge
School for Husbands
Beth

Make sure to click ‘Read More’ at the bottom of the visible text for the entire story.

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‘Tiffany’


Woodsley College was no ordinary post secondary institution.
Its standards were extremely high in every area and strict rules of conflict were in place.
Although all of its students were over the age of 18 , violations were still dealt with in the old fashioned way.
This included corporal punishment at the discretion of School Vice-President , Janice Murphy.

Janice was from the old school and believed that the best way to correct errant young gentlemen was to thoroughly warm their backsides.
Her reputation was formidable and the very sound of her paddle being applied to the seat of a young man’s trousers , or the sight of him emerging from her office , teary eyed and clutching his backside was enough to make most think twice.

However , under the College rules , young ladies were exempt from such punishment , and instead received lines , detention or extra work.
This type of chastisement seemed to work well on the young ladies but was very ineffective for their male counterparts.

David Welks and his girlfriend Tiffany Brennan were both 20 and had been dating for a few months.
For both it was their first visit to Mrs. Murphy’s office .
“Sit down Tiffany and start writing those 200 lines while I deal with your partner-in crime Mr. Welks, ” Janice Murphy ordered firmly .

Mrs. Murphy sat behind her huge desk  peering at Tiffany over her thick, horn-rimmed glasses.
“I said  get started Tiffany !” she barked impatiently at the young lady.
Tiffany sighed and winked saucily at her boyfriend, still standing bravely in front of the Vice Principal ‘s desk.

“Now for you young man !” Mrs. Murphy warned in a deep commanding voice.
Tiffany concealed a mischievous giggle as David smirked and cast her an assuring glance.
While Tiffany admired his confidence ,  the strict Vice-Principal saw only defiance and the need to teach him some humility and respect.
David’s look changed when he saw Mrs. Murphy reach into her desk drawer and produce a large wooden paddle.
Tiffany’s jaw dropped in astonishment and David gulped nervously. 
Mrs. Murphy rose from her chair , menacingly tapping the paddle against her palm.
Beads of sweat began to form on David’s brow as he pondered his impending fate.
“You will receive six strokes of the paddle Mr.Welks – bend over.” Mrs. Murphy ordered.
Tiffany put a hand to her mouth, hardly able to believe her ears . 
She had heard that Murphy would occasionally paddle boys but was still shocked at her announcement.
David was outraged and struggled to find words.
“How come she gets lines and I get the paddle Ma’am? Its not fair!” he protested.
Mrs. Murphy was unperturbed.
“Be assured you will also be writing lines young man , but the experience will be much more effective for you following a sound paddling.
Now stop dawdling boy and bend over!” she repeated angrily.

David’s embarrassment was apparent turning his face a beet red .
Mrs. Murphy glared at him “Do as I say boy or I will add extra swats!”
David’s shoulders dropped and ,reluctantly,  he assumed the position.

Meanwhile , Tiffany was having trouble containing her excitement at the prospect of watching her boyfriend receive paddling .
“Now touch your toes.” The VP  demanded.
Mrs. Murphy took up a stance to David’s left side and lightly tapped the paddle against the seat of his tight pants , lining it up against her target.

Tiffany took a long look at her boyfriend’s cute rear and then cringed when Mrs. Murphy swung the paddle , bringing it down with a resounding ‘CRAAACK!’ 
David tried his best to keep his composure , but when the 2nd swat landed he could not hold back a  loud wail.
He struggled to stay in place, dreading the 4 strokes still to come.
‘THWAAACK!’ ‘ CRAAAACK!’
Swats 3 and 4 were delivered in rapid succession and increased venom.
The young man’s rear felt like it was on fire now.
Tears were welling in his eyes when swat number 5 landed , almost knocking him off his feet.
“Maintain your position boy!” Mrs. Murphy warned , noticing his wobbly legs.
Leaning forward again , David reached for his toes and waited for the final swat.
Tiffany was thrilled by the way the older lady wielded the paddle  and was  quite impressed at how David had taken his licks .
Clutching the paddle with both hands , the VP swung it high above her shoulder and landed it squarely in the middle of David’s rear.
There was a crack as loud as a gunshot and a blood curdling howl from David on impact.
“You may get up now Mr. Welks.” An out of breath Mrs. Murphy told him.

Slowly David stood up and clutched his burning backside with both hands.
“I trust this will serve as a strong reminder to you not to cheat on exams?” she asked him unsympathetically.
David moaned and glanced over at a beaming Tiffany.
It had been her idea to steal the exam answers from the Teachers’ lounge but he was the one caught red-handed with them once the game was up.

“AAAH!” David gasped and contorted his face in a grimace when he carefully sat his sore behind on the hard wooden chair.
Mrs. Murphy and Tiffany chuckled in unison at his discomfort.
 “In your best handwriting Mr. Welks , otherwise you will sit there longer……and I’m sure you don’t want that do you?” Mrs. Murphy lectured.
Mrs. Murphy  returned to her desk and put away the paddle
Of course an impish Tiffany made sure she took her opportunity to tease her boyfriend by wetting her finger and putting it on the seat of her skirt , mouthing a sizzling sound.
Tiffany’s obvious amusement angered David , but somehow he managed to squirm on his seat until his lines were finished and passed Mrs. Murphy’s inspection.
“You will both re-write your exam tomorrow , and Mr. Welks…. if you are back in my office again for such behavior I will put you over my knee and administer my hairbrush to your bare bottom!
Is that understood?”
Tiffany grinned and David blushed.“Yes Ma’am…” he mumbled.

She was still grinning as they walked down the hall together to their next class.
Tiffany brought her arm back and surprised her boyfriend by landing a playful slap on his tender rear.
“OW! Carefull Tiff….what was that for?” David howled.
“That’s a little reminder to pick me up at 7 tonight …and don’t dare be late like last time or I’ll take you over my knee !” she chirped, planting a peck on David’s cheek before scurrying off to class.
All through the lesson , Tiffany could think of nothing but Murphy’s paddle blistering her boyfriends cute bottom.
She admired the power and control exercised by Mrs. Murphy and how David had obediently accepted his chastisement.
Tiffany pictured herself in the V.P.’s place , wielding the paddle or applying the hairbrush to his bare bottom as she had threatened.

At lunchtime Tiffany was the centre of attention as her girlfriends crowded around her to hear about her visit to Murphy’s office.
“WOW! 200 lines! Poor Tiff!” her friend remarked sympathetically.
Tiffany giggled, “Yes it was, but Murphy gave Dave 6 of the best with the paddle for stealing the exam paper!”
The girls giggled in delight as Tiffany gave them the details of her boyfriend’s painful paddling.

The girls tittered and dispersed when a red-faced David arrived.
“AW! You just had to tell them about my paddling didn’t you Tiff?” he moaned.
Tiffany flashed him that impish smile “Of course I did sweetie….and how is your poor littler tushie – pretty sore I’ll bet?”
David winced “Actually it feels like I sat on a hot griddle. Sitting in class is excruciating. Good thing  I have gym this afternoon.” He replied.
Tiffany pecked his cheek again “You better not be squirming at the movie tonight …I’ve been looking forward to see this one and you promised to stay through the whole movie this time!” she lectured, wagging a warning finger at him.
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Tiffany pulled away from David when he leaned to kiss her.
“How many times do I have to say sorry Tiff?” he protested.
Tiffany folded her arms and stared angrily at her boyfriend.
“You were late again , we ended up in the cheap seats and then  you squirm through the whole movie and leave before the ending!” she fumed.
David pleaded his case “But Tiffany. You know I’m always late …and ….and the movie was dumb anyway!” he blurted.
His comments only served to intensify his girlfriend’s fury , and without warning she took a firm hold of his ear and tweaked it hard.
“AWWW! TIFF…STOPPIT!” he yelled.
“That’s it David Welks! I’ve had it with you…. if we’re going to keep dating there are going to have be some changes in your attitude ……. do you understand?” Tiffany asked giving his ear another tweak.
“Yes Ma’am!” David howled.

Tiffany was pleasantly surprised that David had referred to her as Ma’am.
She could already feel the power pump through her veins .
Again , she reflected on David’s paddling earlier in the day.
Not only had she thoroughly enjoyed it, but yearned for an opportunity to  wallop David’s cute bottom herself !
With his poor behavior on their date, he had presented her the opportunity and she  was determined to test the waters. 
With his ear still firmly in her grip, Tiffany opened the front door and hauled David inside her house.

“Ouch….aaah… Tiff….what are you doing?” David whined.
Tiffany released his ear and began rolling up the sleeves of her blouse.
“My parent’s won’t be back for another hour so that will leave me  lots of time to deal with you David Welks !” She declared confidently.
David rubbed his ear.
“Deal with me? What are you talking about Tiff? ” he asked curiously.
Placing a dining room chair in the middle of the room, Tiffany sat down on it. Hiking her dress up to reveal her tanned thighs , she patted her lap.
“Drop those jeans and get over my lap !.” She ordered in a firm voice.
David’s jaw dropped.
“WHAAAT? You’re joking right?” he asked nervously.

Tiffany assured him she was deadly serious and repeated her command.
“You’d best get used to it Dave, because from now on this is what you’re going to get when you step out of line. 
So , if you’re serious about our relationship, you’ll get over my lap and accept the spanking you deserve!
If not…there’s the door!” she informed him.

The ultimatum took David by surprise and he paused for a moment , thoughts warring in his mind.
“Well?” Tiffany asked looking into his eyes.
David hesitated and gazed at his girlfriend’s awaiting lap.
It was so inviting David decided to comply , expecting to receive a few playful swats , and afterwards…..who knows?
So David lowered his jeans .
“Those too!” Tiffany snapped pointing to David’s briefs.
“AW TIFF…no…not on the bare…..come on !.” He protested.
“All your spankings will be on the bare ,  so get them down and get over my lap.” Tiffany insisted.
Trying to hide his exposure, David quickly whisked down his briefs and crawled over Tiffany’s lap.
***
Obviously David was as excited about this as she was.

She hoisted the back of his t-shirt up to get a good view of his bare buttocks for the first time.
She liked what she saw.
David’s cheeks were still red and slightly bruised from his earlier paddling.
Small blisters had formed in the area where his buttocks met the tops of his thighs.
Tiffany was impressed by Mrs. Murphy’s accuracy and decided she would concentrate on the same area.

Unsure how to proceed , she raised her hand and began slapping one cheek and then the other , trying to find a rythym.
The release and feeling of power felt good , and she was buoyed by her boyfriend’s reaction when  he yelped and squirmed on her lap.
This was not the playful event he had expected.
Feeling confident now ,Tiffany spanked faster and harder, turning David’s cheeks a blazing red.
She had not expected the results to be so satisfying ,and had to take a firm hold of David’s waist as he bucked and bounced on her lap to avoid the blows.

All the time she felt his erection rubbing against the soft skin of her inner thighs so she opened her legs slightly.
Tiffany’s hand was stinging now, so she could only imagine how her boyfriend’s already tender backside must feel.
David resorted to pleading and apologizing to end the spanking.
“AW TIFF PLEEEASE STOPPIT!  I’M SOOORY!” he begged, his legs kicking wildly.

Having lost all track of time, Tiffany did not even hear her parents’ car pull into the driveway as she heartily spanked her man.
The Brennan’s looked at each other in disbelief at the front door ,  listening to the distinctive noises emanating from their front room.
Tina Brennan stepped up to the window and peeked in.
“WOW! Looks like my girl is a chip off the old block!” she exclaimed proudly.
 Her husband Jack peeked over his wife’s shoulder and his jaw dropped at the sight.
“Holy Cow! She sure has inherited your tennis swing Tina !” he agreed.

Tactfully, the Brennan’s decided to return to their car, and drove around the block ,  returning 10 minutes later.
When they noisily put their key in the door , an out of breath Tiffany met them with a nervous smile.
She was positively beaming, but behind her stood a sorry looking David, his hair a mess, his face red and eyes watering.
Trying hard to compose himself he greeted the Brennans’ with a forced smile.
Tina tried not to chuckle and invited the young man to stay for coffee.
“Thanks …..but I really have to go Mrs. Brennan.” David replied and hurriedly made his exit.

Tiffany looked poised and confident.
“How was the movie dear?” her Mother asked.
“To be honest Dave was a bit of a jerk and kind of ruined it for me.” She replied.
“He sure looks  sorry…” Jack Brennan observed with a grin.
“Oh he certainly is Dad…he’s very sorry….” Tiffany chuckled and said goodnight.
“Looks like that relationship is off to a good start!” Tina observed.

To make it up to Tiffany , David invited her for a romantic picnic in the woods.
It was a wonderful warm summer day and they managed to find a quiet , private area by the lake .
The pair , stripped down to their swimsuits and frolicked in the lake together .
Afterwards , the young couple sprawled on a blanket and melted into each others arms .
***

However , she was careful to stop him before he ventured too far.
She was clearly in charge of their relationship now and needed to show it in every aspect.
The pair had been dating for a month now but , to David’s frustration ,  it had not advanced beyond necking and petting sessions.
Tiffany also had David at a disadvantage , having given him a fiery bare-bottomed spanking which neither of them could forget.
The spanking had sparked the flames of desire in both of them , but unfortunately Tiffany’s parents arrived before they could act.

 “Its so romantic of you to take me on this nice picnic Dave. 
You’ve been really thoughtful and considerate lately…..it’s amazing what a good old fashioned spanking will do  isn’t it …” she giggled.
Dave rubbed the seat of his swimsuit but could not disagree.
“I had that coming Tiff…” 
Although she was happy with the improvement in her boyfriend’s behavior , Tiffany longed to give him another steamy spanking.
She cuddled closer but this time David pulled away when his Blackberry rang loudly.
He picked it up, without excusing himself and began pounding on the keys.
‘SPLASH!” 
In an instant, Tiffany had ripped it from him and lobbed it into the lake.
“WHAAT THE!!!!  TIFF!….ARE YOU CRAZY ? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I PAID FOR THAT?” he yelled angrily.
Tiffany took hold of his earlobe and tugged it.
“Not as much as you’re going to pay mister!” she scolded.

Tiffany stood up and led David into the woods by the ear.
Luckily for him the area was isolated so no one could witness his humiliating march.
When they reached a clearing Tiffany released her grip and stood  angrily before David, hands on her hips.
He could not take his eyes off her.
***
“Go fetch me 3 or 4 nice long switches ….and make it fast!” she yelled .
“Sw…Switches ? What for?” David asked.
 “What do you think? They’re to teach you some manners mister! I’m going to  give you a good bare bottom switching -Now get going !” 

David had learned it was useless to argue with Tiffany , so trudged off to cut some switches.
Tiffany carefully examined each one , making them whistle as she swished them through the air , while David looked on anxiously.
She selected one and sat down on a nearby log , placing the others on the ground beside her.
The rough bark pressed against the bare skin of her bottom , exposed by her tiny bikini .
It was a bit uncomfortable but she loved the ‘over the knee’ position so was willing to endure it.
“Bare your butt and get across my lap!” she barked , looking up at David.
She watched eagerly as David skinned down his still wet swimsuit.
His erection quickly stood to attention before he sprawled over Tiffany’s bronzed lap.
This time Tiffany opened her legs slightly to allow his burgeoning member to slide between , and then clamped them tightly.
It felt great , and was a fine way to make sure her man stayed in place for his thrashing !

A week had passed since David’s spanking so his skin had recovered and returned to its normal hue.
Even so , Tiffany could not resist rubbing her palms over his firm buttocks and giving them a cheeky slap and a pinch.
David’s cheeks clenched and she felt his hardness between her thighs.
Expertly , she adjusted his position to raise his backside higher to take full advantage of her tennis swing style.

David had no idea what to expect so gritted his teeth and took a firm grip on Tiffany’s ankle.
Before commencing , she delivered an ominous warning.
“If you thought that paddling and spanking was bad , just wait until you feel this mister.
You’re going to be reminded of your bad manners every time you sit for the next week!”

She was absolutely right !
Tiffany swung the switch  , snapping it against David’s bare skin again and again.
The sting was surprisingly intense and Tiffany was able to lash it across his skin at a rapid-fire pace.
Angry , red lines soon criss-crossed every inch of David’s backside as Tiffany proceeded to gave her man the thrashing of his life !
During the 10 minute session , she went through all of the four switches David had given her , breaking each of them on his tortured backside.

When Tiffany finally released him ,David leapt to his feet.
His rear felt like it had been attacked by a swarm of bees , so he clutched both cheeks and danced uncontrollably around , hopping from foot to foot.
He looked ridiculous and Tiffany cackled loudly as she  sat back and took in his antics.
“GAWD TIFF!! ITS NOT FUNNY ….IT STINGS LIKE CRAZY!” He complained.
Tiffany stood up and brushed the bark off the seat of her swimsuit.
The spanking had made her hot and turned on.
She threw herself into David’s arms , clamping her legs around his waist , and kissing him aggressively.
Overcoming his initial surprise , David quickly reciprocated by taking a firm hold of his girlfriends round globes.
***

Just as their lusty passion was escalating , they heard voices and footsteps approaching .
They were able to disengage just when the other couple arrived.
“Tiff and Dave !
What are you two doing back here?
We’ve been looking all over for you .” Tiffany’s friend Jennifer said.
Jennifer’s boyfriend , Simon grinned broadly as he eyed the pair.
“Looks like you two were into it hot and heavy….sorry to interrupt…”
Tiffany and David tried to hide their disappointment.
“Best get back to our picnic before the ants take it all!” Tiffany said nonchalantly.

Back at college on Monday , Tiffany enjoyed teasing David about the switching she had given him.
His backside still bore some of the marks of the switch.
“I’ll bet you were just being rude to give me another excuse to put your bare butt over my lap again……” she asked
David frowned.
“Well……maybe…..but its too bad your friends showed up just as we were getting into it….” David replied.
“Getting into what David Welks?” Tiffany teased , 
“If you really want to finish what we started ,  why don’t you meet me behind the bleachers at 2…..I have a free period…”
David licked his lips at the prospect but sighed.
“I can’t afford to skip class again Tiffany …even for that….if Murphy catches me she’ll really lay it on me.”  
Tiffany pouted and batted her eyes.
“Well I guess if you don’t really want to…..”

Tiffany leaned against the bleachers and looked at her watch.
It was 2.15.
“That chicken….he’s not going to show…” she muttered.
Then she heard a rustling from behind a nearby bush and David emerged moving stealthily toward her.
“Your 15 minutes late…you know what that means Mr. Welks…” Tiffany warned him with a giggle.
“Aw no Tiff…not another spanking…not here…” David whispered.
Tiffany pulled him closer and kissed him.
“OK then …..but I will be dealing  with you later you naughty boy…” she purred.

The lovers had no trouble resuming where they had left off on the weekend – until the next interruption.
“Both of you-in my office NOW!”, a familiar voice bellowed.
Mrs. Murphy knew all about the activities behind the bleachers and had a good view from her office window.
“So what do you two have to say for yourselves this time!” an exasperated Mrs. Murphy asked , her arms folded.
Before Tiffany could speak , David stepped forward.
“It’s all my fault Ma’am…I asked Tiffany to meet me 
She didn’t do anything wrong …she was on free time anyway…” he explained.
Tiffany was impressed by David’s new sense of chivalry and flashed him a thankful glance.
“Is this true Tiffany?” Mrs. Murphy asked.
Hesitating for a moment , Tiffany looked at David before answering.
He mouthed a ‘yes’ to her .
“Yes Ma’am….I told him we’d be in trouble if we were caught but he wouldn’t listen.”
David’s mouth was agape and he glared at Tiffany in amazement.
He didn’t expect Tiffany to say anything more than a yes !

Mrs. Murphy opened her desk drawer and this time produced a large wooden hairbrush.
David gulped and Tiffany smiled.
“I warned you what would happen if you were back in my office again didn’t I Mr. Welks ?
You can go Tiffany. I need to deal with Mr.Welks in private .” She said before casting her gaze toward a nervous looking David.
“This time it will be long , hard and on the bare bottom young man !
Lower your trousers and underwear and get over my lap.”
“B..B…But Ma’am….” David’s lip was trembling.
“I said bare your backside and get across my knee young man !” Mrs. Murphy warned , settling into her chair.
“On your way Tiffany !” the Vice-Principal said.
“Pardon me Mrs. Murphy…..but as I was the one David was getting into trouble , don’t you think it would be appropriate for me to witness his punishment ?…..I do have a free period at the moment …” Tiffany argued persuasively.
A mischieveous grin spread across the older woman’s face as she contemplated Tiffany’s proposal.
“I believe you are correct Tiffany…..be seated ….be quiet and observe.” Came the reply.
Tiffany winked at a stunned David and took her ringside seat on the other side of the room.

Doing his best to preserve his remaining modesty , David lowered his garments and slid over Mrs. Murphy’s firm lap.
“My..my…someone did a thorough job !” Mrs. Murphy declared when she observed the fading , but still visible red stripes from the switching which still adorned David’s cheeks.
She nodded at Tiffany who could only shrug and smile.
Mrs. Murphy shook her head and chuckled.

Tiffany watched in awe as Mrs. Murphy proceeded to really blister David’s bare backside with the hairbrush.
The instrument was delivered in a measured series of 8 powerful swats at a time until his skin was a  blazing red .
She then began the spanking in earnest , peppering every area of David’s butt with the hairbrush no-stop.
Poor David was bawling like a baby , bucking and squirming on Mrs Murphy’s lap in a vain attempt to avoid the raining spanks.
Tiffany watched in awe as  the color in her boyfriend’s cheeks deepened and  blisters began to form on both of his buns.
With a final flurry of blows the spanking was brought to an end.
David lay on the V.P.s lap sobbing and moaning uncontrollably.
Whe he slowly rose to his feet is face clearly showed the effects of his orderal.
“As you will find sitting to  be impossible , you are excused from class until tomorrow Mr. Welks…you are both excused!” Mrs. Murphy announced.
While David hobbled away , Mrs Murphy turned to return the hairbrush back to her desk but hesitated.
Instead , she held it out to Tiffany .
“If you are going to reform that young man of yours , you may need this “ the older woman said.
Tiffany gratefully took the implement and placed it in her bag.
“Thanks for the lesson Mrs. Murphy.”

Tiffany observed David limping out of the VP’s office.
In an attempt to console her thoroughly humiliated boyfriend , Tiffany  took his hand  and pulled him close to her.
“That was very gallant of you Dave…..taking that spanking for me….and you did get the afternoon off…just like me !” she winked.
David was too sore to reply and simply moaned .
***
The suggestion momentarily moved David’s thoughts away from his throbbing backside , and he and Tiffany scurried off down the hallway.

It was an uncomfortable , but thankfully short car ride for David to Tiffany’s house.
Their passion at breaking point , the young couple scrambled out of the car and hurried inside.
Their lips locked in a breathless kiss and they only paused so Tiffany could help David pull his t-shirt over his head.
It was only when David was hurriedly undoing the buttons on Tiffany’s shirt when they both heard the noises.
Both of them paused and were rendered into silence while they listened.
‘WHAP!’ ‘THWAAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’
“OOW!” “YEOOW!” “AAAAH!” “I’M SORRY HONEY…I’M SORRY!”
“Stop squirming Jack….you’ve had this coming for weeks – now you’re gonna get it !”
WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’ ‘WHAP!’
“OUCH!” “YEOW!” “STOPPIT HONEY! GAWD PLEASE!”
David stared at Tiffany in stunned silence.
The voices were coming from the kitchen and were clearly those of Tiffany’s parents , Jack and Tina. !
Tiffany chuckled and shook her head in amusement.

Cautiously , she peered around the corner into the kitchen.
“Wow! Dad’s getting a real walloping …..I wonder what he did this time!” she whispered .
Deminunative blonde Tina , was sitting imperiously on a chair in the middle of the room with the muscular Jack draped over her lap.
Jack’s suit jacket lay on the floor and his pants and jockeys were banded around his ankles.
Tina was swinging a large wooden spoon with a vengeance and cracking it against her husband’s bare rump and judging by the state of his behind this activity had been going on for a while.

David nervously took a look, trying to drink in the scene.
Tiffany shrugged her shoulders and looked at him with disappointment.
Their moment of truth would have to wait until another time.
Just then the spanking stopped and only Jack’s groans and moans were audible.
David knew exactly how he felt.
However , the moans of pain quickly  morphed into moans of pleasure and were joined by howls of joy from Tina.
“Sorry Dave we should go …..I er..think my parents need some …” Tiffany stated , ushering David outside.

“How long has your Mom been spanking your Dad?” Dave asked as the pair walked home hand in hand.
“Oh my goodness …..for years….she spanked him on their first date for being late and has been doing it ever since !
Mom told me that all men love a strong woman who will keep them in line when they need it.
Apparently its very therapeutic!” Tiffany explained.
“Seems like they both get some fun out of it afterwards though!” David chuckled.
Pausing outside David’s house , they held hands and looked into each others’ eyes.
“You’d best get some ice on that butt of yours Dave ..….Murphy really blistered it good …and I want to make sure your recovered for the weekend.. if the offer is still there , I thought we could spend it at your parents cottage?”
David’s face lit up .
“Really!” he replied excitedly.
Tiffany nodded.

The pure excitement of spending a weekend at the cottage alone with Tiffany  had an effect on Dave’s driving , inspiring him to arrive there in record time.
It was the first time he and Tiffany could be alone overnight.
The weather was perfect , so Tiffany quickly changed into her skimpy red bikini she had bought especially for the occasion .
David changed onto his suit also and was thrilled when Tiffany rolled over and asked him to oil up her back.
“Undo my top honey…..I don’t want lines in my tan.” Tiffany cooed.
Dave felt his erection rise as he unleashed Tiffany’s pert breasts from the bikini top.
She still had not given him permission to touch or feel , them but he expected she would soon.
David’s temperature began to rise when Tiffany raised her firm, round bottom and permitted him to undo the strings on her bikini.

Carefully he slipped the tiny garment away to reveal his girlfriend’s curvaceous derierre in all its glory.
Her snow white skin in the area covered by the bikini contrasted with the  deep tan of the area surrounding it. 
Tiffany allowed his fingers to massage the oil on her glorious twin globes.
Sensing her boyfriend’s excitement , Tiffany grinned mischieviously .
He was putty in her hands now.
“Whow Big boy…..not so fast…we have business to attend to first!” she warned when Dave’s hands began to wander deeper into previously unexplored areas.
David’s passion had rendered him unable to respond to his girlfriend’s command and he kissed the nape of her neck while fondling both her firm breasts.
Tiffany rose up and slapped both of his hands away.
“You’re not listening again dear…..I said we had unfinished business didn’t I ?
Stop that at once and go look in my bag…there should be a nice big wooden hairbrush in there !” Tiffany ordered.

David’s jaw dropped and his heart pounded nervously.
He hoped the brush was for Tiffany’s hair but reality told him otherwise.
Rummaging in Tiffany’s bag , David had no difficulty finding the large implement , and he immediately noticed it was the very same one that Mrs. Murphy had used to blister his butt earlier that week.
“Just place it on the table beside the bed David ….I’ll need it later.” She added.
David gulped and examined the brush .
“Er….need it for what Tiff ?” he enquired nervously.
“Don’t be silly Dave….you know what its for !
You were late again this morning and then drove like a maniac on the way up here!” she said calmly.
David gulped again and reflected on his last experience with the brush.
“You not  going to sp……spank me with this Tiff ?” he asked .
Tiffany looked up at him  sternly .
“ After I’ve finished tanning my butt…..I’m going to tan yours…!” she giggled.

Dave was on pins and needles all day , knowing he was in for a spanking but no idea when Tiffany would ‘strike’.
Each time he walked past the bedroom the sight of the brush sitting there reminded him of his pending fate.
Despite this , he and Tiffany had a fantastic day together , boating , fishing  and frolicking in the lake .
As the sun began to fade the pair snuggled together on the beach and it wasn’t long before their lips met and throes of passion returned.
Their bodies rolled and thrashed about in the soft sand and David felt Tiffany’s fingers slip inside his suit , easing it down over his slim hips.
Kicking the garment off , David straddled Tiffany and fumbled to undo her bikini bottom.
It was then he heard a loud whack and felt a sharp sting in his left buttock .
Before he could cry out Tiffany had landed another pair of sharp whacks to the same area.
“I like my man to have a nice hot butt before the finale Dave…” Tiffany purred and whacked her boyfriend’s  bare butt yet again.
“OUCH THAT STINGS TIFF !” David howled as she began briskly spanking him again and again.
“Get over my knee mister….I’ll finish your warm up right here on the beach before you get your session with the hairbrush !” Tiffany demanded.

Pushing David back , Tiffany sat up and patted her lap.
“Come on…get over …” she said.
David looked around nervously.
The people in the cottage across the lake were still outside enjoying the sunset.
“Tiff….the neighbors…they’ll see….can we go inside.
Tiffany rose an angry eyebrow in response and patted her lap.
“Get over or I’ll use my sandal !” she threatened.
David assumed what was becoming a familiar position across his girlfriend’s lap.
“Good boy!” Tiffany remarked , patting his muscular cheeks.

The sound of palm striking bottom echoed loudly across the lake.
“OMIGOSH! Mildred….have a look !” Harold Smith gasped , observing the scene on the beach with his binoculars from his vantage point on the dock.
Mildred grabbed the glasses from her husband and chuckled loudly after taking a look.
“Give it to him girl!” she whooped.
Tiffany paused to raise a hand to recognize Mildred’s encouragement .
The light was fading but David’s bottom was truly glowing.
She delivered a trio of stinging spanks that had her boyfriend yelping.
“OK you can get up Dave….its time to get serious with the hairbrush.” She declared.
“AW TIFF..” David whined.

David examined his backside in the bedroom mirror as he waited for Tiffany.
It was red and stung like crazy but it seemed to tingle even more each time he looked at the hairbrush sitting on the dresser.
Following his girlfriend’s direction he stood there naked while she took a shower.
It was only a matter of minutes ,  but the waiting was agony for him.
Finally Tiffany emerged and David’s eyes lit up at the vison.
She wore the tiniest of black , sheer Teddies ***.
Matching sheer panties completed the outfit.

Striding confidently over to her chair , Tiffany sat down and picked up the hairbrush.
“This will be a serious spanking David.
I will not tolerate your chronic lateness and you could have had us both killed the way you drove this morning.
Do you have anything to say for yourself before we begin?” 
***
“Hmmm…I’ll deal with that later …” Tiffany observed with interest.
***
David’s bottom was still pink from the spanking on the beach and Tiffany patted it playfully with her palm.
“You will receive 15 swats for being late , 30 for driving dangerously and 5 for good measure.
You will count out and thank me for each one….is that understood David?”
“Yes Ma’am!” came his prompt reply.

Tiffany took a firm hold of the brush and raised it high to apply the first swat but was distracted by noises coming from the open window nearby.
‘WHAP!’ WHAP!’ WHAP!’ WHAP!’ WHAP!’
“OOOW!” OUCH!” “YEOOW!”
Tiffany smiled and shook her head.
Across the lake at the Smith’s , a sound spanking was already underway!
“Keep still and stop squirming Harold ! You’ve had this coming for years and now you’re getting’ it…” Mildred scolded. 
WHAP!’ WHAP!’ WHAP!
 “OOOWIE !” “AIYEOOW!”
Tiffany was inspired and set about her task.

She wanted this spanking to have a formality to it in order to teach her man respect .
Although it limited the amount of spanks , she knew that 50 well delivered swats with the brush would be more than enough to remind David of his behavior each time he sat down for the next few days.
WHAP!’
“OW! ONE….THANK YOU MA’AM”
WHAP!’
“OUCH ! TWO….THANK YOU MA’AM”
David followed protocol but by the time Tiffany was half way through his voice had a distinctive quiver.
WHAAAP!’
“GAAAH! TH..THI..THIR-TY….TH…THANK YOU…. M..MA’AM”
Tears welled in David’s eyes and he struggled to stay in place.
Tell tale blisters were already forming on both his cheeks and his skin felt like it was on fire.
Tiffany continued resolutely until the 50th swat connected.
Exhausted , David lay prone on her lap moaning and catching his breath.
***

“You may get up now David.” Tiffany said in a firm but sympathetic voice.
David rose slowly , clutching both of his cheeks to sooth the burning.
***
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The moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived and David grasped it enthusiastically.
***
Their screams of ecstacy echoed across the lake until they collapsed into each others arms.

Across the lake at the Smith’s , Harold paused upon hearing the younger couple’s howls of passion.
***
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Their relationship cemented and the rules set , Tiffany and David finished their last year of college together.
On their graduation Mrs. Murphy congratulated David for staying out of her office for the rest of the year , and winked at Tiffany.
She was confident that the improvement in David’s behavior was likely due to regular doses of the hairbrush she had given her young prodigy .
Of course she was absolutely right !
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Spanked in his Panties

Readers,
I am happy to be able to share a few photos from some recent play with one of my very favorite boys – with his permission, naturally.


We had great fun with role-play and it is my studied opinion that he has one of the cutest polka-dot panty-covered bottoms I’ve ever seen. 


It was almost a shame to punish him when I ‘found him playing dress up in some of my finest lingerie’.  Almost.    – Dana

“Spanked

While I thoroughly enjoyed having him across my lap, he just looked so darn pretty on that spanking horse. 

“Dana

Of course, I also took the time to explain to him that wearing stockings without a proper garter just wouldn’t do (so I took mine off and loaned it to him).

“f/m

A nicely-warmed bottom. (I don’t think that I ever did take those panties off him…they were so pretty, I just worked around them.)
“F/M
A few words from him:
I still can’t really describe how incredible our session was for me. You managed to keep a perfect balance between increasing my excitement level and increasing my punishment. I wanted it to just keep going on. And every increase in my excitement made me want to present myself for more severe punishment. It was an absolutely delicious cycle. 


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Video: Officer Naughty paddles him hard!

Sometimes Officer Naughty, the Spanking Court Bailiff (that’s me), helps carry out the Court’s sentencing. 
In this case, the defendant is sentenced to 100 whacks with a heavy wooden paddle. Number 100 looks like it’s going to hurt a bit…

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Words from the Wonderful Wife (and photos!)

I was tickled to receive this feedback from the Wonderful Wife of The Very Bad Boy. She is quite a formidable disciplinarian herself, and I am complimented by her trust.   
As is customary with this delightful couple, we videotaped the session for their private use and they are kind enough to allow me to share a few select, discreet screenshots. My gratitude to them both.      -Dana

“Dana


We had a wonderful time with Dana the other day.  The VBB is a glutton for punishment and we enjoyed every minute of play.  I had a lot of fun learning new techniques and can’t wait to use them on him.    Even though this was our first time playing together I was not nervous at all and knew we would have an enjoyable experience from beginning to end. Dana did a wonderful job at making me feel comfortable and introduced me to some different implements which I had not tried before. I think I am going to invest in some different implements soon; I definitely liked some of the leather straps we used. I especially liked the results we achieved when we used them. 

“Dana

She also helped me perfect my canning techniques, which he genuinely does not like, but I will definitely enjoy using my new found skills. The fiberglass canes were a joy to use, so easy to swing and I liked the effect it had on him. 

“Dana

 I really enjoyed double tagging the VBB; it worked out great and caught him by surprise. The “little red hairbrush” was a highlight of our visit and he did not expect the results that she was able to achieve. I think he will think twice before he gives her any more gag gifts.  Dana is a wonderful disciplinarian and a great mentor. Thanks for a great time, I can’t wait for the next time we are able to double tag the VBB.  

“Dana

The Wife 

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Links and Thanks to Spanking Fellows



Thanks to Prefectdt at SpankedHorticII for awarding my Spanking Pop Art Photo his “first, deliberate Saturday Swishing”, his “..pick of the week from images posted on the blogs in the rolls of this blog.”   Check out his excellent content, humor, and well-chosen links.


Thanks also to Red at Consensual Spanking for his kind review and link. He’s another genuine spanking enthusiast with regular content and interesting opinions.


Spanked Angel wrote a lovely entry on my recent ‘Person Place and Thing’ Writing contest – and even penned a lovely prose (in about five minutes!). Angel writes beautifully and her blog is certainly worth a nice, long look.




Here’s an artsy F/F Spanking Video, made somehow insanely erotic because it’s entirely in slow motion:


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New Contest: ‘The Story of Us’

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‘ The Story of…Us ‘
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Welcome to the new Spanking Story Contest for July 2011. This one should be a lot of fun..
 
In previous contests, I’ve asked you to write about your own past experiences, your spanking preferences, and about a couple of perfect strangers. This time, I’d like for you to write about…

US.
 

(And win yourself a free Spanking Session with me, Dana Kane.)
 
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Feel free to stage your story in any place, and at any time past or future. Add as many or as few ancillary characters as you’d like. Make it a comedy, a drama, or submit it in the form of song, verse, or picture story – so long as it’s a Fictional Story of spanking, discipline, or punishment. (And don’t be silly enough to try and spank me…even on paper.)
 
 
* No suggestively sexual content. Zero. With most story entries, I am happy to read and edit your saucy language. Not this time. Please do not disrespect me by including sex language in these stories.
 
*No characters under eighteen (18) years of age.

 

 
*All entries must be received within the month of July, 2011. Free Spanking Session to be awarded at my available playspace during the months of August and September, 2011. 
 
** For the first time, playmates who reside in cities which I visit during the months of August and September 2011 are also eligible to win, right along with those who are local to Los Angeles. Check travel information for applicable cities.  
I’ve also extended the redemption period from one month to two, to allow more flexibility in redeeming your Prize. **
 
If you are unable to claim the Prize due to circumstance or location, please consider entering your story as a Non-Contestant, so that whomever wins may enjoy the fruits of their labors, so to speak.
 
Naturally, by submitting your entry you agree to share, as all entries will be exerpted/posted here and on other publishing platforms.
 
I’m looking forward, as always, to seeing what my readers and fellow spankos do with this contest.  Good luck!     – Dana
 
 




 
 
 
 
 
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Travel Update: Chicago, Detroit, and more

Dana Kane’s Upcoming Travel Schedule:

(Click HERE often to see whether I’ll be spanking your city soon. I’ve also included a TRAVEL page in sidebar on the right-hand side of the blog.)

JULY 2011:

14-16     Chicago
17-19     Detroit

25-27     Seattle
28-29     Portland

AUGUST 2011:

 6-10      New York City

18-23     Tampa & Miami/Orlando


All dates are tentative. Planned travel to be posted 1-2 months in advance whenever possible.

If you do not see your city in my travel plans, feel free to email me. I will do my best to include your town in my future travels.

Sponsored travel to specific cities is considered on a per-request basis.

I am working fastidiously on including international travel in this year’s schedule. Tentative cities include: Toronto, Vancouver, and London, U.K.

– Dana

Visit my premium video, DVD, and products website at DanaKaneSpanks.com.