Your Opinions: What makes a spanking movie entertaining?


The new survey, “Your Opinions: Spanking Movies” has had an excellent response. Want to see how your answers stack up next to other spanking movie fans?


Of  334 currents responses:


Which spanking movie sub-genres do you enjoy? (Number of respondents, followed by percentage of overall responses. Remember that, on many survey questions, respondents may choose ‘all that apply’ – so percentages will add up to more than 100%.)


Female Top/ Male Bottom          277 85%
Female Top/ Female Bottom 149 46%
Male Top/ Female Bottom          74 23%
Male Top/ Male Bottom         26   8%




How hard a spanking do you like to see?


Light, gentle, barely pink                                            5     1%
A little harder, but no marks                                  16   5%
Stinging, thudding, and wiggling. Light marks.          38 11%
A good, hard spanking. Moderate marks.                   183 55%
Punishment, pain, heavy marks.                                   82 25%



In a role-play scene, which types of top/bottom scenario do you enjoy?

Marital Discipline 181 56%
Teacher/Student 176 54%
Doctor(or Nurse)/Patient 62 19%
Boss/Employee 130 40%
Mother/Son(or Daughter) 128 39%
Aunt/Nephew( or Niece) 162 50%
Ageplay 57 17%
Other






45 14%


Bottom behavior: What types of behavior do you enjoy seeing the bottom display?

Stoicism 54 17%
Whining/pleading 143 44%
Bratting 79 25%
Wiggling/struggling 211 66%
Crying 203 63%
Arousal 108 34%
Other 23 7%


The Demeanor of the Top: What personality traits do you enjoy seeing the top display?

Loving, Calm 132 41%
Concerned, Nurturing 132 41%
Scolding/ Lecturing 220 69%
Angry/ Vengeful 81 25%
Sensual 112 35%
Maternal 121 38%
Other

Spanking Movie Wardrobe: How do you prefer to see a female top dressed?

Business Attire 195 61%
School-type wardrobe 103 32%
Retro/ Vintage 100 31%
Bedroom Wear 115 36%
Costume/Fantasy (Superhero/heroine, historical figures, etc.) 28 9%
Blue Jeans/Casual 136 43%
Matronly 81 25%
Sexy 134 42%
Other

Implementation: Which implements do you enjoy seeing used?

Hand Spanking 216 67%
Small Wood Paddle 153 48%
Large Wood Paddle 133 41%
Leather Paddle 123 38%
Leather Strap/Tawse 159 50%
Belt 139 43%
Cane 147 46%
Hairbrush 211 66%
Bathbrush 125 39%
Rubber Paddle/ Strap 76 24%
Slipper/Shoe 54 17%
Other 30 9%
48 15%


24 8%


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Story contest and photo contest ending soon!


The August Person, Place, and Thing writing contest – ‘Fantasy Island’ – will end on August 31. The winner will be announced first of September. Story writing winners will win a spanking session with me, and all qualifying entries will be posted for your reading enjoyment during the month of September.


The ‘Pic Your Bum’ photo contest will end September 3. I will then post up all qualifying entries and give readers one week to vote on the winner. The ‘Pic Your Bum’ winning photo will receive a DVD copy of ‘Sternwood Academy’ via US mail.


If participation in the ‘Bum’ contest warrants, I will continue holding non-writing-type contests, with the next winner to receive a Dana Kane Custom DVD.

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Spanking PSA: Safe Words


“Red. Yellow. Green. Mercy”….”That’s too hard. It hurts. Please stop”….

Balderdash. Nonsense. Tosh. Rubbish. It is NOT too hard. It’s supposed to hurt. No way, Jose.

Safe words are useless to me. Allowing my spankee to relieve him/herself of the discomfort of a spanking by spewing random words into the room is a Hard Limit. 

There’s no strength or pride gained from these words; no moment of understanding between top and bottom. This is not a game – you cannot yell ‘red light, green light’ to make your spanker stop dead in his or her tracks.

Spanking – even punishment spanking – is about consent. 
It’s also about trust. 
If my playmate has so little trust in me that he must have a special word at hand to gain control of me at a moment’s notice, then it’s likely that we have not gotten to know one another well enough just yet. If I am uncertain of his full consent before the spanking begins, well…it’s not going to happen.


Instead, I require that my spankee engage me – with his eyes and his voice – and politely request a short break. I believe, and have seen through my own experiences, that requiring the bottom to make eye contact and verbally express his inability to ‘take it’ requires a lot more chutzpah than bleating some random word or phrase into the floorboards. I am convinced that holding the spankee responsible for his or her own discipline is an empowering and uplifting circumstance.

Also, by removing the safe-word option, the bottom has the opportunity to say all those things which, under safe-word circumstances, would likely leave the spanker wondering whether they’d gone too far:

“Please stop, please!”
“Ohmygod, it hurts! That’s too hard!!”
“I don’t think I can take it!”
“Okay, okay…I changed my mind..”
I have heard all these and more. Begging, cajoling, outright insistence that I stop immediately…
All simply reasons to spank harder, scold more convincingly, and manhandle my spankee. 

If you need a break, twist your little neck around, look me straight in the eye, and ask for it. Otherwise, your protestations and safe words will fall on deaf, spank-obsessed ears.

–  Dana

Disclaimer: These are my opinions. They may or may not reflect your preferred play style or opinions. If not, let’s just agree to disagree.


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DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday update: 8/26

 

Live Session Video: PottyMouth

 

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This naughty boy curses entirely too much! I tell him that I am tired of his pottymouth, and that he’s going to receive 100 strokes from my rubber paddle.
To keep him from getting himself in even more trouble, I shove a pair of my panties into his mouth..making it impossible for him to curse, try as he might.
After he has grudgingly taken his very hard 100 strokes, I decide that more are in order. Many more.
Then I pick up his leather belt, studded with metal conchos, and land it over and over across his swollen bottom.
 
(Click the title link for more preview photos and download link.)

 

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Angel’s Delrin Punishment is also now available for download.
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‘The New Governess’ F/FM scene with Dreams of Spanking

This is a fun, strict scene shot with Pandora Blake and Mike Stryker. 
From Pandora, on Dreams of Spanking:

“I wasn’t sure if I dared to produce this scene. And then I thought, to hell with it, I want to see Mike Stryker paddled in lipstick.
I hope it should be obvious to anyone familiar with this site that none of us, Dana Kane included, approve of her character’s stance in this scenario. Dana Kane was a great sport in playing the evil, repressive governess, and I think she had fun with it, despite it being a long way off her personal views. Mike and I certainly loved being pitted against her in a battle of wills. For the record, all of us at Dreams of Spanking wholeheartedly support radical gender hacking and freedom of self-expression. I also hope that this film touches on the futility of trying to “cure” anyone of their self-identity.
Many spanking stories seem nostalgic for the conservatism of a remembered youth. I thought it would be fun to knock that idea about a bit, and show a conservative disciplinarian who is not only in the wrong, but also pursuing an exercise in futility. Plus, it gave Mike and I (who both have a playfully flexible approach to our own gender presentation) the chance to drag up a bit. This is the least sexy outfit I have ever worn in a spanking video and it was absolutely liberating. And Mike is fabulously, hilariously camp.”
Photography: Tricia Sullivan

Watch the preview video on the Dreams of Spanking website, and leave Pandora and her wonderful crew a comment.
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Travel Update: October 20, 27



I will be visiting my friends and playmates in Texas in October: San Antonio on Saturday the 20th, and Houston on Saturday the 27th.


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‘Suite Revenge’ : A fun spanking revenge story!


Written by one of my lovely playmates and friends, this story is a fun spin on something quite possibly close to real life…

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SUITE REVENGE

Peggy Pritchett sat at her desk at the Merrymount Residential Suites. The crossword puzzle was giving her some difficulty, although most of the answers were 3- and 4-letters; and the “Real Housewives of Atlanta” show was giving it, and Peggy’s concentration, quite a challenge. She wasn’t particularly attractive, and her well-padded derriere lopped over the edges of the chair a bit; but ultimately, it was her personality, and the way she treated her employees and customers, that gave her the lowest marks.

“What,” exclaimed Daniella Kaufmann, “you can’t possibly be serious?” Daniella was trying to check into the luxury suite she had reserved several weeks ago. “I’ve never heard of a hotel that won’t accept cash,” she continued, trying not to lose her dignified composure.

“I’m sorry Ms. Kaufmann, but I don’t make the rules here, my supervisor does,” said Leslie, a sweet young woman who was trapped in the middle of her boss’ policy.

Daniella was like the polar opposite of Peggy, in practically every respect. Gorgeous face, athletic, beautifully-toned body (accented by stylish $300 jeans) and an even more stylish, bodacious body. And quite an IQ to go with it all, with a winning personality and an extraordinarily positive attitude toward life, to boot.

“I’d like to speak with your supervisor, then,” said Ms. Kaufmann.

About ten minutes later, Ms. Pritchett emerged, angry at being pulled away from the Atlanta housewives. “Yea, whada you,  want,” she says to Daniella.

“Listen ma’am, I’ve come a long way for a very important meeting that’s scheduled to begin in 45 minutes. My corporation, DK Enterprises, a Fortune 500 company, of which I am CEO, made a reservation for a first-class Suite at your hotel, the caterers will arrive any minute now, as will the Board of Directors and our guests, and your associate is telling me that you won’t accept cash payment?”

“That’s right, lady, only credit here,” says Peggy, scowling.

“Look,” continued Daniella, “this country has been trying to run on credit, to its incredible detriment, and so much so that even our government has been trying to cut down the huge deficit this has caused. There’s simply no justification for your position and I am politely requesting that you waive your policy for us,” and with that, she waved several hundred-dollar bills at Peggy.

“Nope. Ain’t no way I’m guna make no ‘ceptions, for you or nobody,” came the response.

Unable to contain herself, and on the verge of tears, Daniella Kaufmann stepped outside. She lit up a cigarette and sighed to herself, “damn, I had just given these things up.”

As luck would have it, just at that moment, Steve Miller, Executive Director and the brains behind DKE pulled up, in his sporty S-2000, right in front of Daniella.

Seeing his Daniella in distress, he jumped out of the car and bolted to her side. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

Still visibly shaken, she explained everything to him. Then the catering truck pulled in.

Steve looked directly into her deep, but slightly watery eyes, and told her, “Don’t you worry, sugar, I’ll take care of everything, first for you, and then for DKE.”

He hugged her, went back to his car and produced an ice-cold bottle of raspberry tea, DK’s fav. “Yummy” said Daniella, and the sparkle to her eyes started to re-emerge.

“Daniella, leadership is practically your middle name; but sometimes these ignominious women need the masculine touch. Have some tea, tell the caterers to start unloading and I’ll take care of everything else, ok?” Steve could push a hidden, little submissive button on her. She lowered her eyes and graciously consented — she liked him a lot.

Steve entered the hotel’s reception area, where he found Peggy. “Let’s go into your office for a moment, Ms.. what did you say your name was?”

“Pritchett. Peggy Pritchett,” she blurted with a bit of fear in her voice, and she led him into her “office.” To Peg’s consternation, the housewives had finished their episode.

“Ah, Merrymount, I think we can work this out,” said Steve calmly.

“Ain’t nuthin guna be worked out, no credit card no room, plain and simple,” said Peggy with all the authority she could muster.”

“Would you excuse me for just a moment, ma’am,” queried Mr. Miller.

“Sure..” came the response.

Steve stepped out of Peg’s office and got on his iPhone. 5 minutes later, Peg’s phone rang. A few minutes after that, Ms. Pritchett emerged.

“Could you please come back into my office, Mr. Miller,” she asked, very timidly.

“Why, but of course,” came the response.

“Seems as though Merrymount is a subsidiary of AGF, and your company owns it, Mr. Miller?”

“Precisely!” Knowing exactly how he had hammer-locked this tidbit employee, Steve went into action.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Peg.” You will give Ms. Kaufmann your finest suite immediately; the caterers are waiting.”

“Yes, sir”

“At 5pm, you, and that nice girl who works outside, Leslie..?”

“Yes, Leslie.”

“The two of you will come and be part of the meeting. Is all of this perfectly clear,” he said with incredible, but soft-spoken authority.

“Yes, sir.”

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The meeting began promptly at 4:30. Daniella Kaufmann, CEO, Steve Miller, Executive Director, eight members of the Board of Trustees, and 2 models, Cheyenne and Mona, were in attendance. Secretary Frank Zenoni read the minutes of the previous meeting, which were approved. Treasurer Mike Kona presented his report, glowing and approved.

About 20 minutes into the meeting, Daniella took over. Her charm, intelligence, wit, and yes, sexuality, as always, won everyone’s attention. But it was her organizational skills that carried everything through so smoothly.

“Before I introduce our new product line, let’s have libations and cuisine!” she said, with a big grin on her face. Well, the company being so successful, why not celebrate? And what a spread it was. Open bar including premium liquors, and the finest of appetizing.. smoked sturgeon, lox, whitefish, sable..  Cold cuts, salads, and even tables devoted to the vegans and those requiring a gluten-free meal. Something for everyone.

 While the group was relishing consuming their favorite cuisine and libation, Daniella again took over.

“And now, while your appetites are being whetted, nurtured, and tantalized, I would like to introduce our new product line to you. As most of you know, one of our many ventures is to produce some of the finest, most effective spanking implements, in this or any market. Our research tries to find anything that could possibly strike a naked buttocks and produce the kind of effects that those who have this predilection yearn for.”

At just that moment, the suite’s doorbell rang. Steve went to the door and there were Ms. Pritchett, looking most contrite, and Leslie, her friendly desk girl. “Well, look what we have here, one nice girl, named Leslie, and one not nice one named.. um, Ms. Piggish,” announced Steve. “That’s Pritchett,” blurted Peg. “Oh, well, for now, we’ll just refer to you as Ms. Piggy (laughter..  and humiliation).

Daniella realized that her Prince Valiant, Steve, had provided her with a golden opportunity to extract retribution, and revenge! Without missing a beat or a cue, she started Act I, Scene 1. “First, let’s have our lovely models, Cheyenne and Mona, get comfortable.” The stunning ladies removed their wrap-around skirts in a flash, showing everyone their hot bodies, now clad only in their thong bikinis. Talk about rear ends that just seem to yearn to be spanked! “We had planned to test out these newest implements on your stunning posteriors ladies, but I think it’s time for you to turn the tables and let Ms. Piggy be the guinea!” Uproarious laughter, more embarassment. “So, what are you waiting for girls, let the games begin,” shouted Daniella, gleefully.

Mona and Cheyenne hopped into action, grabbing Peg’s arms and wrestling her down to her undies in record time. Before anyone could say, “Moi?,” she was over Cheyenne’s knee. Cheyenne, no novice at delivering a spanking, began with fairly crisp smacks over those rather thick undies. After a couple dozen of those, she 86ed the ugly undies and began working on the bare. Peggy started to yelp a bit and Daniella cut her off, “Oh come on, we’re being really nice to you by giving you this warm up.” The flabby cheeks started to glow pink and, strangely enough, they looked better!

Cheyenne, whose hand was starting to feel what Ms. Pritchett’s butt was, turned her prey over to Mona, who let loose with quite a flurry. After several dozen spanks, the pink was reddening a bit, with a strawberry or two. Daniella went over to Leslie and whispered, “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Ms. Kaufmann clapped her hands, in rhythm with the spanks, and said, “Are we ready to reveal our new line of products?” “YES!” came the unison response from the spectators. And with that, Steve rolled out a novel looking bicycle, with remote control and.. cuffs! “Ladies and gentlemen, DKE has bought the rights to this ingenious device from a researcher working on something called the B.A.C.O.N. project. Mona and Cheyenne were familiar with it and they dragged Peggy, now totally nude, over to it, securing her wrists and ankles with a touch of the remote. They positioned her rump perfectly for the testing of these implements. And just to make her life a little more unpleasant, they turned on the bike, forcing her to pump those pedals, which made those cheeks ever-so-tempting to punish.

Steve pulled back a purple satin cloth to reveal about a dozen new implements of all sorts. There were paddles made of imported woods in various sizes, from pocket-book size to deadly. Riding crops, buggy whips, straps..  it was a spankophile’s cornucopia.

“Now I’d like each of you to pick out whichever titillates you the most, and try it on our special guest, Ms. Pissit,” said Steve. “It’s Pritchett,” exclaimed Peggy. “You shouldn’t correct me,” said Steve, who grabbed the large Malaysian wood paddle, raised it high, and brought it down with a WHACK, right across the sweet “sit spot.” Peg screamed. Her cheeks reddened almost immediately. “Well, I guess we’ll use this one somewhat judiciously; after all, we’re not sadists,” chortled Steve.

One by one, the guests tried each and every implement. There were paddles made of the finest leather that produced sounds truly musical to the ear. Canes that swished and left perfect “lines” across the buttocks. And riding crops that left beautiful marks. After about 15-20 minutes of this, the members were satisfied with nearly all of these beautiful toys. A few had some criticisms, which were duly noted so that the products could be further refined and retested.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please,” announced Steve. It was hard to stop everyone having such a good smacking time but the group acquiesced.  “There is one last thing on the agenda here that we must attend to. You see, a wrong must be righted, and our CEO, Ms. Kaufmann, and this lovely employee of Ms. Piggy, have both been subjected to abuse in the workplace. Therefore, I think it only fitting that Daniella choose whichever implement she feels will be most effective and deliver 10 of the best, whilst Peggy count each blow and apologize to Leslie.” He was greeted by cheers, applause and whistles from a crowd anxious to witness this charming scenario.
Steve went over to his darling associate and whispered, “Now I really want you to potch that tuchas good, darling.” Steve knew that those Yiddish words, which mean smack that ass, roughly, would find a soft spot in Daniella’s soul.

Dana brought the souped-up bike to a halt and positioned the target for herself. Then she carefully selected a paddle. It wasn’t the biggest, thickest or heaviest, but it may have been the one that produces the most sting and burn. Leslie positioned herself, at Steve’s direction, directly in front of Leslie, so she could watch carefully observe her reactions.

SMACK, came the first blow, catching Peggy completely unprepared. “I didn’t hear ONE, I’m sorry Leslie,” so we’ll have to re-do that one. Ready,” asked Steve. Sniffling, Peg said yes. SMACK! “One, I’m sorry Leslie.”

“Look at her when you say that,” ordered Steve

TWO was even harder. Peg was fighting the tears. By the time Daniella got to FOUR she had given in to it all. Daniella felt this and, for once in her life, the satisfaction of knowing that someone was getting what they deserved, and would most likely not be repeating this abominable treatment of others. Whacks FIVE through TEN were delivered like a real professional. Daniella was no novice to delivering a perfect paddling, with major reddening but no skin breaks or bleeding.

Ms. Peggy Pritchett was released from the device. She immediately went to Leslie and apologized. Rubbing her raw ass, she went over to Daniella, apologized and thanked her.

Steve put his arm around Daniella. “What say, as soon as our meeting is adjourned, we go out for some Thai food, sugar? I’ll do the ordering.” Oh, yes, purred Daniella.

Both of them knew that Peggy Pritchett would not be sitting at her desk again for quite some time.

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DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday site update: 8/19

 

Cousins Caught in the Closet
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I’ve agreed to watch my sisters’ brats while they take a well-needed break. These two cousins are so bad –  the minute I turn my back on them, they’ve snuck into my implement closet and tried spanking each other – with a cane and wooden paddle! Dragging them out of the closet, I force them both up against the wall and bare their naughty bottoms for a hard caning (for him) and paddling (for her), simultaneously.
When they start to argue about whose fault it is that they’ve been caught, I lose my temper and pull off my belt, landing it on their already sore bottoms over and over again.

 

(Click the title link for more preview photos and download link.)
 
Live Session Video: The Panty Thief
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Marital discipline roleplay with a cute, young playmate.

What is he doing with my panties?! Wait, some of these aren’t even mine..they’re too big for me..
Has he been wearing panties?
Watch me catch him playing with panties, force him to put them on, and then spank his bottom good and hard.

(Click the title link for more preview photos and download links.)
Ass-Centric
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Sexy F/f spanking video with Dana Kane.
She’s posed herself just as I asked, eyes covered, and ass up. I slide my hands into pretty white lace gloves, massage, spank, and tickle her bottom with feathers.
After removing the gloves, I rub massage oil into her pink bottom’s swollen skin, then spank her hard with my bare hands while sitting on her legs.

Lots of sexy whispering, rubbing, tickling, and fingernails…

(Click the title link for more preview photos and download links.)
 
 
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New ! "Pic Your Bum" Photo Contest


Since the writing contests are so much fun, and I’ve had an enormous amount of positive feedback from them, it seems only right to continue the trend.

While I receive many excellent entries to each story writing contest, I’ve also received many emails from readers who just aren’t confident enough in their writing skills to enter. So I’ve decided to host a new set of contests, for those of you who aren’t natural writers, and to give away some fun spanking-related prizes to the winners. 

The first new contest will be:

‘Pic Your Bum’


This one should be a LOT of fun:

Take a self-shot photo of your bottom. Your photo may be either pre- or post-spanking, clothed or nude, and funny, interesting, sexy, or whatever else you come up with.

Include in your photo a piece of paper on which you’ve written “Pic Your Bum” (so I know that the photo is you, and taken specifically for the contest).

All entries will be posted here on my blog, and other readers will choose the winner.

Please, no overtly sexual or obscene imagery.


The winner will receive, via US mail, a DVD copy of Sternwood Academy.


Sternwood Academy is a finishing school for young ladies needing to be taught the social graces of high society, higher education, and stern discipline – all of which is taught through “the seat of education”! This 101 minute High Definition DVD is going to the head of the class! Starring Feenix Spanks, Dana Kane, Coach Michaels, Cali Katarina, Cheyenne Jewel, Ella Darling, Heather Green, Alex Reynolds, and Lucky Sky.


Email your photo entry to me at:
danakanespanks@gmail.com

Remember, your entry means that you agree to allow me to share it.

Good luck!

– Dana

The contest will run for a couple weeks, with entrants posted up just after the first of the month, in September. Then readers will be given a week to vote on the winner.
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Conversations with Spankos (Ch.12): Bratting


Since bratting has been somewhat of a theme in my personal life of late, I thought that it would make an excellent topic of conversation today.

If you’ve seen the recently posted Angel’s Delrin Punishment video (and others), you are well aware of my personal opinions on things like bratting, ‘topping from the bottom’, and Asking For It. These are, in my opinion,titles we use for those times when a spanko wants/needs a spanking and won’t just come out and say so. Yes, the bratting is part of the fun – and some spankings would be much less enjoyable without a bit of it – but the outcome for the bottom is the same: a sound spanking.

And where would we tops be without playmates who are willing to misbehave in order to gain our attentions?

Many of my playmates tell me outright that they’re unapologetic brats, and that they have all intention to use those brat skills to push my buttons, so to speak. This always tickles me to no end. Without their hard work and attention to detail I would rarely have the opportunity to state indignantly “How DARE you do that, young man (or young lady)?!”

But sometimes line-crossing occurs; playful bottoms become so engaged in their fun bratting activities that it is sometimes forgotten that this isn’t entirely a ‘game’. To my mind, there must be some inherent top/bottom-perspective respect – from all parties – for the protocols of power exchange. This means that, at some point, bratting must be dealt with, and without prejudice, anger, or resentment. 

This is an excellent time for you (tops, bottoms, and especially switches) to give your perspectives on bratting – is this behavior which you encourage or actively participate? What do you feel are the reasons that spanking play is so often associated with brat behavior? Is the brat persona real, or manufactured?

 –  Dana

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Sternwood Academy now available! (Preview video and photos)



Ladies and Gentlemen,

Welcome to Sternwood Academy.




This is a fantastic new project on which I’ve been working with my friends at Alpine Sierra Studios. In it, several naughty schoolgirls are taught how to be proper ladies, and to comport themselves with dignity and respect. When they do not, serious discipline is in order.



Watch as Coach Michaels, Feenix, and I take these young ladies in hand:
(Featuring Cali Cutie, Alex Reynolds, Cheyenne Jewel, Ela Darling, Heather Michaels, and Lucky Sky.)





Sternwood Academy is available on High Definition DVD, at PaddlesandPanties.com and Amazon.com.
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Travel Update: October 9-12


Tuesday through Friday, October 9-12, I will be re-visiting  my playmates in Chicago, Detroit, and St. Louis. 

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danakanespanks@gmail.com

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Angel’s Delrin Punishment – (Free Spanking Video)



 


Angel has been bratting, publicly, for the past few months, on social networking sites like Twitter. 

 


After allowing both Angel and The VBB enough rope to hang themselves, so to speak, I decided it was time for punishment.

 


The following video is Angel’s Delrin Punishment:

(What follows is real punishment – not brutal, but certainly not for the squeamish. And Angel’s tears are real, too…)

–  Dana

If the video does not play immediately, double-click the image below to open it in new browser tab.

 

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DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday site update: 8/12

Dana Kane – Bad Sport

BadSport1I have been waiting for over twenty minutes, and now he’s made me miss an important business meeting…because he’s been playing games! His laid-back attitude just makes me more angry, and I snatch the large sport paddle from his hands, bend him right over, and administer a hard, fast paddling. He won’t keep me waiting again.

(Click on the title link for more photos and download link.)

 

Angel’s Spankotherapy: Road Rage (Episode 2) 

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Episode Two in the series Angel’s Spankotherapy: Road Rage.
Angel admits that her therapy is working thus far, so we dive into the next subject – her inability to control her emotions while driving. We speak for several minutes, about the specific situations she gets into, and then follow with her impact therapy: 100 strokes with a braided leather strap. Road rage is dangerous, and Angel must learn how important this lesson really is.

All Spankotherapy Episodes are available in both Short and Extended Versions. Both versions include the same spanking scene, with the Extended version including the full, twenty-plus minute dialogue.

(Click on the title link for more photos and download link.)

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Brief Encounter spanking story: ‘The Gambler’

Anthony has sent along another excellent story for the Brief Encounter story contest, and, although he wasn’t eligible for the prize – it’s a great read. Thanks, Anthony!


– Dana

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The Gambler


by Anthony


It was finally Ryan’s stop. There was a prolonged screech then he had
to nudge a pregnant woman and three tourists out of the way with his
knee to get out the train doors. The thing is, he thought, if you
didn’t work in the City, you bet your nattiest bermuda shorts that you
didn’t belong on the commuter train during rush hour.


The train wooshed its goodbye, hurtling away to its next destination.


Uh-oh, wait! He turned and beckoned to the almost vanished train.
Something was wrong here. Really wrong.


What should have been a bustling train station, his station, the
station he frequented each work day for better or worse, was
completely empty. Empty as in not a living body within sight.


A white painted sign on the pitted and tagged concrete wall adjacent
to the tracks exclaimed: Nowhere Station.


Nowhere Station?


What the hell had he stepped into now? Furthermore, what deranged
person put graffiti on the wall of Nowhere Station?


That was when he heard the sound. Sound was a charitable word for what
was most certainly a guitar in great pain somewhere down the tunnel:


And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.


Good God. His day was worsening by the second. Against better
instincts he started walking toward the noise, apologizing to Arlo
Guthrie for what he’d find.


Rounding a bend in the tunnel, he saw a upper-middle-aged man in a
worn herringbone sport coat seated on a concrete step, picking at the
guitar.


“You know, if you don’t practice, it plays hell on your fingers to
start up,” the man said, focusing on his strings and not looking
Ryan’s way. “Kind sir,” the man finally looked up at Ryan, “I broke a
string – would you have five bucks so I can get a replacement?”


Ryan considered offering him a twenty to take up a different
instrument, but said “Where am I? Please tell me you’re a figment of
my imagination.”


“You have arrived at Nowhere. Don’t you think I’m real?”


Ryan just shook his head.


“Are you comin’ or are you going?”


“I take that train every day,” Ryan said. “I’ve never had this happen.”


“I gave up the smokes,” the man said, strumming absentmindedly, almost
pleasantly. “That’s what killed him, you know?”


Nowhere Station was humid this day, and the man was sweating
profusely. He slid his pick between a couple strings in the neck of
the guitar and reached for an accent of red color in his coat’s breast
pocket. Ryan considered offering him a clean handkerchief but quickly
recanted.


“He told me a lotta stuff beforehand though, and you know at the time
it always sounds good.”


Suprisingly Ryan saw that instead of the expected handkerchief, the
man had pulled out a clean and folded pair of red panties and was
ready to wipe his brow with them. The man caught the mistake and shook
his head. “I been doing that more, lately. Like to say it’s because I
gave up whiskey, but there’s a small chance it might also be age
related.”


He laughed and pulled muddied linen from some other crevice that Ryan
didn’t want to know about, wiped his brow and returned the
handkerchief. The man waved the red panties in the air, “I keep these
laundered. They have sentimental value for me.”


Ryan was transfixed by the panties, estimating that they didn’t really
appear to fit the man. The man asked “Ever been on the other side,
young fella?”


Ryan looked from the gyrating panties, directly into the man’s eyes.
Back to the panties. Back to the man’s eyes.


“I’m not sure who you are,” Ryan said slowly. “I don’t even know where
I’m at. I never thought I’d say this…but all I really want at this
point in the worst way is to see the gray walls of cubeland and the
world’s most boring financial spreadsheet on the dismal flat panel
display on my desk.”


“The other side,” the man continued. “You know what I mean? You don’t
always have to give, you know? You can also be a winner on the
receiving end.”


“After I met him on the train coming here and we parted company,
abruptly,” the man reflected, “I thought I’d turn good overnight. Just
like magic.” He laughed. “You know, old man meets young man. A taste
of some advice and then I’m a shark too.”


“Well, I started hanging out here more often, and I met a lot of good
people.” The old man looked at Ryan. “People like yourself that would
drop in for a bit, then leave for Somewhere Else Station.” He added,
“You won’t be staying long here either, my friend.”


Ryan nodded agreement on the first thing the man had said that made sense.


“I didn’t play the guitar so well then, but I always had a deck of
cards with me. So, when they came to the station, always a little out
of sorts, I’d be the Welcome Wagon, the Greeter, and somehow no matter
who it was, we always ended up playing a single hand of poker. For
some small wager.”


“Of course I still got the cards,” the man said, laying the panties
over his leg temporarily and pulling out a boxed deck from his sport
coat pocket, handing them to Ryan.


“I didn’t get good overnight, but I got passable, especially with more
practice. And more confident. I started winning more than I lost.
Anyway, one day a fine young woman dropped in. I remember her
distinctly ’cause she was wearing a bright red dress. Well, and ’cause
of the rest.” He laughed.


Ryan leaned forward, interested despite himself. “Red? You mean red
like the panties?”


That man nodded and continued, “She had short black hair and a lean
frame. Confused like the others, but it wasn’t gettin the best of her.
When I first saw her, she looked short, but then standing next to me,
nose to nose, she musta been at least five and a half, probably three
or four more than that. She was young, but she held herself up in
conversation.”


The man paused his story, scratching at his chin. “I don’t wanna say
bossy, ’cause it wasn’t that exactly. She did have a certain air about
her, though, that made it look like she was used to bein’ listened
to.’


“Anyway, like the others, I friendly-talked for awhile, then when it
felt good I suggested we do a quick, single game of five card draw. I
asked her, I said ‘You do know how to play five card draw, right?'”


“Well, she’d nodded and smiled and told me that where she was from
they played a lot of cards and that it sounded like fun.”


“And get this, my young friend,” the guitar man leaned in toward Ryan.
“She says to me: ‘I’m sure you’ll want to have some type of stakes
involved. I’m afraid I don’t carry much cash, but I do have an idea of
what we could play for.'”


“Well, then she nearly knocked my socks off with a proposition for the
winner. If I won, she said, she’d stand in front of me, and slowly
strip off the exquisite–that was her word, exquisite–silky red
panties she was wearing under her red dress. And that those panties
would be mine for all of time.”


“But get this,” the man continued. “She said the flip side of it was
that if she somehow got lucky and won, and she figured there wasn’t
much chance of that, that I’d have a sore bottom for a week,
guaranteed. Cause she’d take off her black shoe (‘This one right
here’) and bend me over the concrete we’re sitting on right now. Then
she’d lower my trousers and paddle my behind with the sole of that
shoe.”


The man asked Ryan, “Now does that sound like a wager or what?”


Listening to the story, Ryan wondered if guitar man was putting him
on. It was the strangest thing he’d ever heard of and if he ever got
out of Nowhere Station, the happy hour crowd was going to love this
one. Truth or not be damned.


“Honestly, I wanted those red panties bad. I wanted to watch her slide
them down her thighs and over those tight little calves. And to see
her lift each high heel, one at a time, to step out. I wanted to see
how that beautiful red dress clung to her tight bottom as she bent
over to pick up the panties and hand them to me.”


The man reached in his sport coat, retrieved the handkerchief, and
wiped his brow again.


“I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong. You’re thinking that
this proves that every so often the good guys do win and that life
does have a few happy stories.”


“Well I let her deal, and it sure started right. I was anything but
out of aces – in fact, she’d dealt me not two of them, but three. And
all that before the draw.”


“Well, of course we weren’t playing draw the way it’s normally done,
with an opportunity to add to the pot, bluff, and so on. And I don’t
know why I did it, but when I saw the three of a kind, I leaned over
to her and said, ‘I much would like to see those panties, but if you
want to fold now, we’ll call it off and forget we ever started this
game.'”


Ryan saw humor flare in the man’s eyes as he continued. “Well,” he
said, “she wanted nothing to do with that. She was going to start what
needed to be finished, and she wanted just one card.”


“To make a long story short, when we flipped ’em I still had those
beautiful three aces, but she had something better. She had a lot of
hearts. Lots and lots of them. Enough that it made my stomach churn.”


“I’ve thought about it since. She wasn’t much surprised about the
outcome, but she did mention how those hearts almost matched her
dress, and the panties that I couldn’t see. But then she said that
what the cards were going to match most would be my red hot bottom
when was done spanking me.”


The man stopped for a bit, cocking an eye at Ryan. “I’ve always kept
my word. And I did so on that day as well. She spanked hard and fast
and I squirmed like a little boy. And the shoes off those dainty
little feet put a lot of hurt in my backside. The only thing she
really said as she paddled me was ‘I’ve done a little bit of this
too.'”


“Well, my friend, the story does have a happier ending.”


Ryan noticed that train tracks below were starting to vibrate, only
slightly now, but the man noticed as well. He nodded at Ryan.


“Happy, just like your story’s gonna end. Anyway, when she was done,
she gave me one last hard smack on the behind, this time with her
hand, which hurt nearly as bad as the shoe, and then she almost had to
scrape me out of a ball. My eyes were running. True to her word, I
couldn’t sit comfortable for a long time. But what she did, as I knelt
there looking at her, she slid out of those silky red panties in the
most graceful way, she lifted them up in front of my eyes, then she
slid them into my pocket as slick as all get out. And I’ve had ’em
ever since.” The man smiled and nodded at Ryan.


The tracks were rattling noticeably and Ryan saw an opportunity. “I’m
late for work,” he told the man, rising to his feet and starting back
where he had departed the train.


As he turned back over his shoulder and yelled “Thanks, but I don’t
believe you!” Ryan heard the terrible guitar burst back into action
and somewhere among the screeching he picked up a few of the words:



if you’re gonna play the game, boy, you gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away and know when to run.


before the rest was lost in the roar of the approaching train.

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Travel Update: September 25-29

This week finds me revisiting Pittsburgh and Richmond, and making my first trips to Washington D.C. and Raleigh, North Carolina – Tuesday through Saturday, September 25-29th, 2012.


Disciplinary consideration in these cities is limited. Please read the Appointments page before emailing:
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Spanking Therapy with Ms. Dana Kane, by Angel


Angel has written about the week we’ve spent together, the videos we’ve worked on, and some of her real-life issues which we’ve tackled together..

Spanking Therapy with Ms. Dana Kane
This is my second trip to Las Vegas, as many of you will already know, to film with Dana.  At her suggestion, I agreed that between fun/role-play spankings, we could incorporate “spanking therapy” into our film agenda.
I have never actually officially engaged in “sessions” where the focal point was talk therapy followed by an aversive consequence, such as spanking.  And I would not recommend it with just anyone.  Having known Dana for some time now, interacting with her in person and via e-mails, I have come to realize she is a reliable source for structure and guidance.  She is trustworthy, intelligent, intuitive and she politely but firmly calls you on your bullsh*t – which an extremely uncomfortable position to be in when it’s quite evident any manipulation tactics will be thwarted during the verbal interaction, and then she will spank you for it.  But I was rather curious about the experience and so it didn’t take me very long to agree to it.
In order to make the experience as real as possible for both of us, Dana and I talked about some real-life issues that I need help resolving.  There were some general things she already knew, some things that I told her and others she could have just guessed.  We decided to touch upon those things when I came here, and I suggested some more specific accountability exercises to see how I would fare knowing I would have to face her and report my progress.  For a month she gave me a list of things to do, and things not to do.  I was not able to consistently follow through, probably because the event was so far away in my mind that I wasn’t really digesting the consequences. 
Thankfully, her influence was enough to keep me at least half-way on track, which is often difficult for me.  The idea of her as a boundary enforcer limited my maladaptive behaviors and helped me to keep up with positive ones.  Naturally, this is not a perfect science and I fell short.
 Ironically a lot of this happened the last couple of days before the trip.  Not on purpose.  Those two days before the trip was all I really needed to show her the significance of the behaviors we agreed to address: excessive spending, road rage, procrastination and excuse-making/manipulation. 
Fearing I would miss something for the trip, I ended up spending a lot of money at the last minute because I didn’t take enough time to organize, I had an episode of road rage on my trip to the drugstore to acquire some of these things (sorry Dana, I failed to mention that), I procrastinated with every single thing which left me in a mad rush before the flight.  I over-packed, was charged for the extra checked bag, I left my laptop charger home and had to buy one for nearly $100, I had to spend most of the plane ride hand writing the things I was supposed to print out for her because I forgot to print them.  Then when I arrived, I made many excuses – for which there has been a consistently growing penalty which awaits me soon, among other things.
As for what has already taken place, we have completed the first couple of sessions.  The first therapy session had me quite on edge.  I was extremely nervous and there was little I could do to justify my behavior, and I had to mostly stoically sit there and listen to her challenge and defeat nearly everything I tried to say.  She was entirely right, which I was hoping would not be the case.  But I’m glad it was.  She forced me to recognize things I refused to see and gently enforced consequences without making me feel guilty or “bad.”
 I definitely gained some insight and perspective and now there is video evidence so that I have no recourse if I try to make excuses for reoccurring behaviors.   We talked about the spending both on and off camera, quite a bit, and she made some points I absolutely cannot contest.  We are still discussing it, and I did receive a 5 minute hand-spanking over her lap.
 It wasn’t severe and it’s difficult to make a spanko dislike spanking.  It was definitely hard, and pride-injuring.  There were most definitely aspects of it that were uncomfortable, as it’s quite a humbling experience – but I never felt unsafe or uncared for.  The more uncomfortable it became at certain points, the more I knew she did care – and that’s when you have to submit and embrace that discomfort and let it influence you. 
Ms. Dana Kane likes to spank people, A LOT, and she likes for them to enjoy it.  So it’s probably a little difficult for her to have to administer a spanking not entirely meant to be enjoyed – especially to me, as we do have more than just a business relationship and she knows and understands my overly sensitive and paranoid nature.  She skillfully (and I do believe this is a skill) created a balance for me that I greatly needed, a security – with her gentle nature and her administration of discipline without physically or emotionally harming me.  It was very easy to talk to her, even on camera, and for a moment I forgot we were being filmed, that she was not actually a therapist and that I was going to get spanked.
The second “session” regarding road rage, I was even less intimidated and so comfortable with her that I was able to express myself without fear of judgment – fear of punishment/discipline, yes.  But that’s what we agreed upon.  Fear of judgment, not really.  I was very vocal about my opinions, was allowed to contest what she said without being yelled at or severely admonished.  She made the points she had to make in no uncertain terms and disciplined me for behaviors I should not engage in despite my emotional impulses to. 
She spanked me with a braided strap and I got the warning I would now be accountable to her, which is necessary, because being accountable to ME is quite challenging.  It was painful but she did not push beyond what she intuited I could handle physically or emotionally – and that kind of trust is imperative if someone is going to engage in this kind of a “session,” which I strongly encourage for people seeking real discipline for issues affecting them in their lives that they need help with… whether it’s to truly change the behavior or simply to relieve the guilt that consequently arises from that behavior or maybe even something so simple as to experience the feeling that someone cares.  And Dana does care.  She takes her disciplinary spankings quite seriously.  Her spankings can be extremely fun, but if you are there for real discipline – you are going to receive it.
The next two sessions address procrastination and making excuses/manipulation.  The finale – making excuses and manipulation, I anticipate will be the harshest.  I’m not entirely sure but I suspect she’s been working her way up in terms of discipline, making the punishment fit the crime (so to speak) and physically preparing me over the course of a few days to be able to physically endure the last of it by conditioning my bottom with spankings that have increased in frequency and intensity.  We didn’t specifically talk about it, but at least it feels as if she is taking me through stages of intensity – where the last one session, which will be administered with the birch and a bundle of willow switches will be meant to drive the point home. 
Since making excuses is the root of all of my problems, because I can really rationalize anything (at least to me) – I think this one will be meant to impart a real lesson.  I won’t give away all the details, but she has been preparing me for this session since the second I walked into her home.  The final stage of my own participation will be to have to personally soak the rods I will be punished with.  I’ve already been impacted by the first couple of sessions and am thinking about things with a different mindset. 
Will it be a permanent change?  Probably not quite yet.  But I am in no hurry to forget these experiences, and learning from them can produce a world of good so I intend to keep them close, and I anticipate my bottom will not let me forget for a while.  I am fairly confident all of the sessions will be reinforced as she “thrashes” me after talking to me (which is really the part I am dreading the most because I have no recourse, and if I get accused of making an excuse DURING the discussion on excuses – well, then I’m really in trouble).
I am a little afraid, to be honest.  It’s going to be very uncomfortable for me to talk about this and I am pretty sure the birchings are going to make a strong impression because by the time it’s said and done she’s probably going to run out of twigs.  Perhaps now would be a good time to take a vow of silence.  I don’t trust my own self.  Excuses just come flying out of my mouth and I don’t even realize what I’m saying.  However, I need help with this.  I need discipline, structure and guidance, someone to be accountable to and someone who can gently point out the error of my ways, and discipline me for them efficiently without judging me for them and who will not let me manipulate my own out of being punished.
Ms. Dana Kane is very good at that.  She could probably be very angry with me right now, because I have behaved inappropriately on public forums – failing to realize the boundary that defines “too far,” and completely ignoring the caution sign that clearly states: “You should probably quit here.  Seriously, quit here.”   I’m referring here to the “Delrin punishment,” (which probably everyone reading this will know about) that I am going to receive right after the birching. 
We had a talk about it earlier, and she scared the shit out of me without any single harsh world or raised voice, even.  She merely explained that I was not getting out of it, no matter what and that she’d keep me up until 4:00am in the morning if she had to in order to administer it, had we happened to be running short on time. 
I tried I guess, not so subtly, asking her about what to do if I need to stop.  The answer is apparently nothing.  When she imposes a punishment (which I have been warned about) that’s the end of it.  Naturally, I have consented to lend myself to her care, and I trust her to punish me without harming me.  This is not about business, or a situation in which she would find herself with a client – this is a personal issue, and in this situation (given the nature of our relationship and juxtaposing positions in the D/s dynamic) one that is solved with a spanking…  in this case a monumental spanking that includes every single one of her delrin implements to be administered after a thorough spanking/whipping with birch and willow branches. 
I’m not looking forward to this, but she explained to me concretely why it had to be done.  She used a tone with me that wasn’t at all mean or threatening, but definitely intimidating and not one she uses very often with me.  I’m pretty sure she only used it once and that landed me across her knee with cascading blows with her hairbrush that I did not wish to receive in quite that fashion.
This is more serious than that, I understand.  It’s more serious than a regular punishment and I am grossly intimidated.  But I have an absolutely tremendous amount of respect for Dana, as a person and as a Disciplinarian, and although this punishment is probably going to be extremely painful physically and discomforting emotionally – I, too, understand it’s necessary. 
Some of us push boundaries, like children, to see what we can get away with.  Sometimes we get away with a lot.  Dana was pretty generous with my behavior (and that of TheVBB) before she decided (without our knowledge) that she was going to impose rather unpleasant consequences after we kind of threw ourselves across the line. 
And she’s not mad.  She’s not threatened as a Top (she can’t be topped from the bottom, because she’s a genuine Top) and she is able to find a certain sort of satisfaction in it.  She encourages a little bratting, but we did more than a little and had our share of entertainment during the process when we were far removed from her presence.  I did read (but apparently didn’t compute until now) that she was merely standing by and keeping count of the offenses, of which there are quite a few. 
And her last words to me about the Delrin punishment, after her creative pre-punishment of making me remove the tags off of every single implement she is going to spank me with and then having me put them in a place where they are constantly visible to me, was something to the effect of: “I’m going to have as much fun now as you two had then.” 
There was really nothing left to say after that.  Soon the VBB and myself will be suffering significant blows to both our egos and our backsides – and in the way that those subs such as myself and VBB need accountability in our lives and someone with the ability to discipline us genuinely and lovingly, but sometimes necessarily harshly – I don’t think either one of us could love her any more for it.
Angel
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Angel’s Spankotherapy: Excessive Spending
Episode One in the new series Angel’s Spankotherapy: Excessive Spending

Angel has come to me, asking for help with some real-life issues. We spend several minutes discussing her spending behavior, then she timidly goes over my knee for a five minute, bare-bottom hand spanking.

There are two versions of this series available, a short version and an extended version. Each contains the same spanking scene, with the exteded version containing the complete twenty-plus minute dialogue; the short version features an edited dialogue.

For more photos and descriptions, click on the title link above.

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VBB Open Letter

In the ongoing saga of The VBB, Angel, and their neverending efforts to be the most misbehaving brats in the history of spanking:




An Open Letter to Ms. Dana Kane From the Founder and President of S.A.D    (Subs Against Delrin)

Dear Ms. Kane,
 I hope this letter finds you in good health and in an optimistic and carefree spirit. Both Angel and I enjoy the many opportunities we have had in the past to interact with you and for the times we have played together with you. We both feel honored we share such a wonderful relationship with you and have had the privilege of being counted among your friends. We both share the deepest respect for you and are appreciative for the friendship, mentoring and guidance you offer each of us. We understand such a relationship truly stands on mutual trust and respect. While we highly treasure our relationship with you, we are both very concerned with the current situation that we find ourselves. We understand that in any relationship there are times when misunderstandings can and do arise, it is during these times that true friendship will stand the test of time.  We are both eager to ensure that we maintain a healthy respect and friendship with you
Recently it has come to our attention there may have been some, as you call it, “Line Crossing” in exchanging tweets between Angel, myself, the Wonderful Wife and yourself. We all understand that Twitter can be a fun way to tease and joke around with one another. We also understand there are times when inadvertently something is tweeted that is either unfortunate or maybe considered a bit inappropriate. During these times it is expected that friends would overlook such indiscretions and easily move past said indiscretions without taking anything personally. However, there are occasions that may arise where one party is temporarily unable to move past such an indiscretion. That is when we expect a gentle reminder to be issued that certain tweets maybe coming close to crossing a line. The proper response would be from the offending party to acknowledge any indiscretion and then promise not to commit such an offense again. This way the issue is resolved, friendships are intact and all is well.
 On occasion the one who is offended my unintentionally escalate such an indiscretion and seemly take action that is clearly disproportioned to the said indiscretion.  Both Angel and myself feel that such a case has indeed taken place concerning the recent Tweets that Angel and I have sent. We both feel you may have mistakenly taken our tweets a bit more personally than you ought to. We would have cut back on the tweets we sent if we had only known you were finding them a bit too cheeky. However, since we never received any sort of warning from you that our tweets were “Crossing a Line.” We feel we are being treated unfairly and unjustly with your unprecedented pronouncement of “punishment” which you announced on your blog. We feel very strongly that you may have been a bit rash in your decision to punish us for our tweets and you may indeed be taking our tweets too personally. We would highly encourage you to reconsider this unjust punishment and admit that you have jumped the gun a bit and made such an announcement prematurely. We understand you are very busy and at times your stress level must be very high which would cause you to inadvertently make a hasty judgment call. In the interest of maintaining our outstanding relationship we are both willing to let this matter fall to the wayside and we will gracefully accept your apology for this misunderstanding that has occurred between us. 
 We eagerly await your reply to our open letter and look forward to laying this nasty issue aside and moving foreword from this point. Please be assured that we hold no ill feelings towards you and there is no need to feel embarrassed or ashamed because of this little misunderstanding. Both Angel and I are willing to forgive and forget this matter and not bring it up again. Thank you for your understanding and for your willingness to make this matter right between us.
Sincerely
Mark aka TheVBB – Founder and President of S.A.D International   
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Crimson Moon’s Summer Spanktacular



I had only a short time to spend with this wonderful group of people – a few hours on Saturday night – but am so grateful that I was able to attend. From the minute I walked in, Chicago’s Crimson Moon family welcomed me warmly and made me feel right at home at my first large gathering of spanking enthusiasts. 
Yoni and Mike were both friendly, funny, and obviously dedicated to their members and friends. Each gave a heartfelt speech to the assembled spankos at dinnertime, and it was obvious that the love in the room was 100% real.


I met many of the people with whom I’ve corresponded online, both through email and social networking sites like FetLife. It was cool (and a bit overwhelming) to finally shake hands with so many online friends.


While my visit was short, I did manage to get in a bit of spanking, and boy, was it worth it! The absolutely lovely and hilarious Sarah Gregory was kind enough to ask me to give her a spanking, so I giddily pulled her over my knee for a nice little bare-hand swatting. Sarah is just as sweet and friendly as I knew she would be, and I was tickled to have the opportunity to play with her.


During the first annual Miss OTK USA pageant, I assisted my stellar friend Alex Reynolds for the talent portion, by giving her a short hairbrush spanking while she managed to be painfully cute in her schoolgirl outfit. (I also ended up lending my hairbrush to Yoni for a couple minutes’ use on a pretty lady’s bottom.)


I cannot say enough about this group of people, and am so happy to have had the opportunity to join them in celebrating this thing we do so joyfully.


– Dana

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New Story Contest : Fantasy Island



Readers,


The Person, Place, and Thing spanking story contest for August is:

Fantasy Island


Imagine two well-dressed people…





On a remote Pacific island…





With a bamboo walking stick.

Fill in the blanks, add some fun spanking, and please follow the guidelines below:


  • No characters under the age of 18 years of age.
  • Avoid overtly sexual language, situations, and excessive coarse language.
  • Spankings may be F/M, F/F, M/M, or M/F. 
  • You may include as many other characters as you like, so long as the story is based on your two main characters.
  • Plagiarism is unacceptable.
  • By submitting your story, you agree to allow me to share it, here an on other publishing platforms.


The winner will receive a free spanking session with me in any of the cities which I visit, or in my home city of Las Vegas. If you do not reside in an area that makes it convenient to receive the prize, please enter as a non-contestant so that the winner may actually collect the prize.


Email your stories to danakanespanks@gmail.com.

Good luck!

– Dana

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