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‘The Reformatory’ Part Five: A spanking epic!

Readers,

I’m sure that you’re all just as interested as I am in what these ladies have been up to, and they’re not going to disappoint! Enjoy part five of ‘The Reformatory’!

–  Dana


The REFORMATORY Part 5
I hate the so called punishment of being grounded.  It is so boring and because of that I get restless.  I must have been a pain to be around the two weeks it lasted.  I hate just sitting around, never mind in one room!!  Lyndsy managed to stay cool for the duration.  She just read, did a lot of doodling, some writing and basically relaxed by using her time to contemplate.  I however need to be physically active pretty much every day!!  Without using my pent up energy I can get really cranky.  I even considered taunting Ms. Kane so she would chase me when it was time for the “famous” maintenance spanking.  Just around the office desk a few times, daring her to catch me, and of course, letting her think she won by putting on the whole show of trying to get away from her, thus burning up some of my pent up energy! 
At one point I got my hands on a tennis ball, and lying backwards on my bed I would throw it against the wall at the headboard, over and over and over again.  It didn’t bother Lyndsy.  She was understanding of my need to move.  She would just put some headphones on and continued at whatever she was doing.  It DID bother Lori though, who suddenly burst through the door into our room, jumped on me, struggled to steal the ball, as I (deciding to burn up energy) struggled back to retain it!!  When I was tired of her in my face and her nails tearing my skin, I pretended to drop it, but she was so intense that once she had it in her hands she held it 2 inches from my face and yelled, “If you EVER throw anything up against the wall again, driving the rest of us nuts, I SWEAR, I will steal implements from Dana’s cabinet and WHACK you with them myself!!”  With that she left with a huff and a slam of the door.
Lyndsy smiled at me, “So, did you happen to find some relief from all that bottled up energy??”  I smiled back at her, “Oh yeah!  That was so worth it!” 
Lori seemed to have a lot of fun tantalizing us, not only because of being grounded but also as to WHY we were grounded.  So every Friday as she passed us on her way out, she would be sure to draw attention to herself and make sure we were in ears range of announcing that she was going to attend some kind of party.  To get back at Lori, we specifically started to eat cupcakes in front of her.  We could see drool run from the corner of her mouth because after all, cupcakes were her most favorite thing in the whole world!  Thanks to Ms. Kane having her on some kind of food restriction, we took advantage of the situation!!  Ms. Kane was observing all of this harassing going on, but seemed more amused with it all than anything else. 
Lyndsy and I returned to our freedom after receiving our maintenance spanking, so immediately I used the time to escape the house, and get some physical activity in and my body back in shape.  The cupcake eating had not helped with my dormant few weeks, but it was so worth it every time Lori looked at us so enviously.  We were sure to slowly lick and nibble and continuously comment on the heavenly tasting cupcakes. 
As days passed on, normal life had returned around the house.  During that time Lyndsy and I had found a new passion that we both shared together – that of playing video games.  We could spend hours playing in the evenings, either playing against each other, or as a team.  We would get so focused on each game that I think a bomb could blow up outside and we wouldn’t even notice.  It would seriously have to be something    powerful to break our concentration at times!
We had been absorbed in a game we both were enjoying and it sucked us right in.  We were playing the roles of special agents in one of the CSI cases, and it was ONLY us who could follow through to completely solve the crime.
It was Sunday, and we both had two slightly sore bottoms, so neither of us wanted to do anything else other than engage our minds and dive into capturing a criminal as Detective Amy and Detective Lyndsy.  We had barely started the new game before dinner, maybe an hours worth, so it wasn’t too intense yet.  But we were into it now, and wanted to continue so we just grabbed our dinner, brought it to the game room, and gobbled it down while we played.  It had been at least three hours from when we ate, and we knew we were getting close to the end of the game.  We just needed to figure out where the last clue was, and that should help us solve the case.  Ms. Kane came downstairs and said something.  I didn’t hear it so I didn’t answer.  Actually, neither one of us answered, because we were both so caught up in the game.  So Ms. Kane spoke up again, and it had to do with something about kitchen.  I wasn’t exactly sure what I heard, so I said, “What?”  I continued to focus on the TV.  After a moment I said, “Did you say something?”  Lyndsy started to chuckle which confused me.  I was serious about the game, and I was serious in my reply.  I didn’t realize anything to be funny.  Ms. Kane raised her voice a little more with a statement tone behind it, ”YES Amy.  I want you two to get upstairs and do your chores right now.  The dishes are not done yet and the flies are having a party!”  We never even moved our eyes from the TV for a second, but I answered, “Okay, we will get to it in a second.”  Then Lyndsy said, “Yes, we just need a couple of minutes more.”   Ms. Kane was trying to be reasonable I suppose, so she said, “Fine.  You have 15 minutes here, then I expect to hear you both in the kitchen!”  I said, “Okay.”  And Lyndsy said something like, “Yeah.  Yeah.”  We didn’t look her way at all.  She must have left the basement.  
“Hey, Lyndsy!  Jump into that dumpster there and double check to see if we missed something.”  We were so involved we couldn’t care less about flies having a party.  20 minutes had passed, and the only fingers we moved were the ones on the controllers. 
Ms. Kane was not impressed.  When she came to the game room this time, she stood right beside the TV so she could get some possible eye contact.  We didn’t even look.   “Lyndsy, lift up that box in the dumpster.”  She was just leaning there with her back against the wall, her arms crossed and a rather serious expression.  Still Lyndsy and I were focused on the TV.  We now heard her voice, “What did I ask of you two?”  ”Ahhh …to do the dishes.” Lyndsy replied still not looking at Ms. Kane.  ”Where the heck is that clue Amy?”  “You didn’t lift up the box yet.”  “Excuse me, but let me give the two of you a clue!  If you don’t get your butts upstairs and clean up that kitchen right now, you will not only receive another spanking you will also be getting more chores to do!!”  ”Come on.  Can’t you see we are almost done here?  Then we will get it done.  You know we always do our chores.” Lyndsy replied.  No immediate response.  Both our eyes slowly looked towards Ms. Kane.  I guess we were curious to see what she would do or say next.  She looked very calmly at us and slowly lifted her foot up and then backwards, and then with her heel she pulled the power cords from the wall.  Which in turn shut BOTH the TV and the game console OFF.  We looked back towards the black screen of the TV and our eyes got big.
“Oh man!  You didn’t just do that!  Do you not realize how much time we spent today just to get to one final clue?”  Lyndsy courageously blurted out to Ms. Kane.  “Yes, exactly 4 hours, 20 minutes and… ”, she glanced at her watch, ”Make that 25 minutes!”  ”Well technically we weren’t playing the whole 5 minutes you have been standing there.”  I boldly replied.  Ms. Kane looked at me, but still no signs of losing control.  She took a little piece of paper from her pocket and a little pen.  She made a little cross or something then tucked it back into her pocket without saying a word.
Lyndsy and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows, but then just shrugged our shoulders.  “BOTH of you go upstairs and clean that kitchen right now!”  We didn’t move immediately, so she took a step towards us which helped remove us quickly from the couch.  
When we got upstairs to the kitchen we looked around, and it wasn’t even that bad.  It would take us no time to get that under control.  Ms. Kane came to the kitchen as well.  ”What are you waiting for?”  I couldn’t resist answering while looking around, “The flies should really have a fair chance to finish their party, before we ruin it.  Oh, hmm, I guess they have already left!”  As I noticed there really were no flies, I also noticed Ms. Kane and her little piece of paper bonding as she made another mark.  Lyndsy didn’t expect me to sass back right then, and was doing everything possible to not crack up, so she turned her back to me and started collecting the plates. 
“Would there be anything else you’d like to add Miss Amy?” 
“Umm, should we make you a cup of coffee while we are at it??”  Another little moment with the paper and a mark or cross or something.
“Amy.  Catch.  Get the plates dried.”  Lyndsy threw a dish towel towards me, or maybe it was a white flag or something…  Ms. Kane left without a word again and went towards the living room.
“Wow, you’re wearing your brave hat today aren’t you!” Lyndsy smiled at me and I replied,  ”Well, after your remarks to her downstairs, I kind of figured I needed to do something to even the score!”  Lyndsy laughed, “Oh my goodness.  I think you will be winning this race by miles!”  It took us barely 5 minutes and the kitchen was done.  Ms. Kane entered again, looked around and said, “Looks good.  Here is a list for you Miss Lyndsy, and this one is for you Miss Amy.  I don’t care how you do them, together or separate, but they will be done.”  She handed us the lists which I just figured was the one she was scribbling at earlier.  We both took a look.  Mine said:  Vacuum living room, dining room and office.  Dust all three rooms.  Clean the big bathroom on the first floor.  Lyndsy’s list had the basement as the primary cleaning area.  These were chores that some of the others had or we used to do together.  “I am NOT doing Lori’s or Kevin’s chores!!”  I boldly stated.   ”Amy, go to the drawer and get me a wooden spoon!”  I looked at her with challenge in my expression, but my voice was barely noticeably when I asked, ”Why?”  Again, she took the little note from her pocket, and made another cross!  So the list we had with the chores, was not the same one!  She didn’t say anything she just pointed at the drawer with the spoons and sent me a look that could be translated into, “DON’T YOU EVEN DARE question me again!”  While I moved towards the drawer she continued to say, “Not only are you going to do your own chores and the others today, you will also be doing them for the whole week.  And Miss Lyndsy, you may as well start while I have a little moment with Amy alone!” 
Lyndsy looked apologetic at me, but I didn’t know why.  It’s not like she forced me to say anything and didn’t even dare me.  I was simply just acting out, and my mouth was how it was happening.  I didn’t have the sense to shut up….at least not for now. 
Lyndsy went to start on the chores as told, and I went slowly with the wooden spoon towards Ms. Kane as I rolled it back and forth between my palms.  I was still challenging her by doing that, and I’m sure my eyes had a look that backed me up.  I guess I was trying to send her some kind of message that I didn’t care.  Of course I did, but she shouldn’t know that!
I casually dropped the spoon on the table in front of her, and started to turn away, but she was fast and grabbed my arm before I even had a chance.  She stood there, with her right foot up on the chair, then bent me over her leg.  As I folded forward and my hands landed on the table, she very firmly advised me, “I would highly recommend that you keep count in your head, as it will be very useful information to you that you will figure out at some point.”  With that, she pulled my sweatpants down to my knees and started to spank me rather hard with the spoon.  I was counting and throughout the spanking I kept saying in my head, “Go ahead I don’t care.  I can take it.  I’m not butter anymore.”  When I got to 20 the spoon broke in two.  She threw it on the floor and I was just about to tell her she better pick it up to keep our kitchen clean, when she continued the spanking with her hand.  She put all her force into it and I’d now wished the spoon hadn’t broken.  She stopped by 30.  She stood up and turned me around to look in my eyes and asked, “Do you have anything else to say??”  I looked down at the floor to the broken spoon, and changed my angle a little,  ”Do you want ME to clean that up??”  I pointed at the floor.  And yet there was that paper again and another little cross placed on it.  She picked up the broken spoon, handed the two pieces to me and with a slight smile said, “Here is a gift for you, and I hope you remembered to count!  Now get going and get started on those chores.”
I looked down at the broken spoon, then pulled my sweatpants up and went to the living room where Lyndsy was vacuuming the couch.  She had a look of concern for me when I walked in, but when I raised my fists up and said, ”First implement down!  Yes!!”  She had to laugh and replied, ”You rock Amy!!  And, speaking of rocks, have you noticed that Ms. Kane has an awful lot of rocks around here?”
I looked around and she was right.  On the shelves, tables, and windowsills were all kinds of rocks.  “I am not going to dust all of them!  It will take forever!  And by the way, rocks don’t belong inside a house!”  ”So what are our options then Amy?”  “Collect them all and throw them outside where they belong! NO, that would probably not be a smart thing to do.  Hmm, maybe we should just hide them.”  And so we did.
We finished cleaning the dining room and then the living room.  We were just heading out to tackle Ms. Kane’s office together.  As we walked out the doorway, Ms. Kane walked in to do a little inspection.  We barely got 6 feet from the door when we heard, ”Ahem.  Will  you two get back in here please!”  We looked at each other and started to chuckle.  ”Yes Ms. Kane?  Is there something wrong?”  Lyndsy played her innocent blues and sincere look of faultlessness.  ”I think you both know what is wrong!”  ”Umm… Have we forgotten something on the list?”  I asked as I pulled out the list from my pocket and acted as if I was reading.  “Done.  Done…”  I said as I reviewed it.   ”Are you sure you didn’t forget to put something on the list maybe?  Because if you did, then we are innocent of all accusation.”  Lyndsy asked with a slight smirk on her face.  Ms. Kane got her little note out and made a cross, so I gently shoved my elbow into the side of Lyndsy indicating something like “HAHA! You got a cross!” 
“Since the two of you seem to be competing at the moment to get my attention, I will make this very easy for you.  Where are the rocks I have spent years to collect?”  ”Ohhhh, those!  Ahh, we might have been confused as to what’s garb…”   She stepped towards me again, and this time I didn’t dare to finish the sentence.  I just pointed my finger to the cupboard where we had piled them up.  She looked in that direction then back at me.  “You two are going to place each and every rock back exactly where they came from!  If you mix any of them up, I will give you another cross!”  She left the room calmly.  She had like 20 different stones and we had absolutely no idea where each one was placed, never mind which one.  So we scratched our heads, shrugged our shoulders and started to place them randomly.  Once done, we gave each other a high five and continued to her office where she now happened to be sitting.  When we came in to start our cleaning, she got up, left for a brief moment and returned.  She put the “special” piece of paper she had been nurturing so carefully lately, onto her desk with the pen and again left the room.
We both looked towards the paper, and both felt the urge to take a peek.  “I dare you!” Lyndsy said to me.  I grinned and slowly went over to the desk, after all, I HAD to dust it.  I looked down on the paper, and I saw 6 crosses for me and 2 for Lyndsy.  My arms flew up over my head again and bragged, “Yes!  I’m ahead!  I’ve got 6 and you’ve only got a measly 2 loser!”  ”Ah, if you move the pen that’s on the paper, you will notice that you have 7!”  I turned around to see Ms. Kane, who was standing very relaxed, leaning against a bookshelf, and slightly smiling at me.  I looked over at Lyndsy and she was fighting not to start laughing again.  I looked down to the desk, moved the pen, and noticed there were 7 marks.  I thought about asking to keep the paper as a souvenir, but knew that it would just get me another cross, and somehow it all started to fall into place….the counting….the crosses….
“So young ladies, how much time have you spent on these chores now?”   ”Like, 2 hours or something.” “Yes that’s right Lyndsy.  And how much time did it take you to clean the kitchen?”  Neither one of us said anything.  ”Do you want another cross?  How long did it take you?”  ”About 5 minutes” I spoke up. “5 whole minutes of your time.”  She started to walk towards her couch. “So tell me, was it worth it?”  ”Umm, worth it??”  Lyndsy asked.  ”Yes.  Instead of just using those 5 minutes to finish your chores, and then return to your gaming, you chose to disrespect the rules and me,…” she looked at me “…act sassy, and end up receiving a list of chores you will do for the whole week, PLUS receive another spanking.  Well, that would be the third one today for you, miss Amy!” Lyndsy and I looked at each other.   I didn’t need any further crosses, so if we wanted to make a reply, it should be Lyndsy, ”Well if you put it like that, then noo…”
“Okay.  Lyndsy, you will be first, because it will take me some time to get through with Amy”  She then looked at me, “Amy, do you remember the number you counted?”  ”Umm…Yes.  It was 30”  ” Good answer.  That’s what I counted as well.  So Lyndsy, since you got 2 crosses it will be 60 on your bare bottom!”  Lyndsy looked nervously at me, not because of her 60, she would get through that.  However she relaxed when she saw me turn away, trying to keep my laughing under control.  I didn’t laugh to earn any further crosses, I just couldn’t help but to love the way Ms. Kane always managed to play with our heads. 
“Amy, you may as well keep on cleaning in here.  I believe you haven’t vacuumed yet!” 
So I finished up, while Lyndsy got her 60 smacks.  When she was done, Ms. Kane sent her off to the basement to start to clean there.  But before Lyndsy was out of ears way, she raised her voice a little to be sure she heard, “And if I catch you playing games downstairs instead of cleaning, you will receive the same amount that Amy is receiving in just a minute.  Is that clear?”  ”Yeah, yeah.”  Lyndsy replied with just the smallest smear of sass.
Ms. Kane looked at me again with a hint of amusement.  “So my bold little bratty friend, how many crosses did you have?”  ”Seven.”  ”Seven.  Oh my.  That would be, hmm, what?”  She was obviously expecting me to say the number.  ”210.  But, but it should only be 180 because you already spanked me in the kitchen.”  She smiled, “Sweetie, that was just a bonus for your kindness to offer me some coffee, which I still haven’t received by the way.”  It was SO difficult not to smile or laugh when she said things like that, and I just knew if I did anything but look in tune to her, that the spanking would never stop. 
“Get over here missy” she slapped two times on her thigh.  I sighed, loud enough and exaggerated enough so that I knew she seen and heard.  I dragged myself over, pulled my pants down and bent over her lap.  “Well you still have some nice color going on, so you won’t be needing a warm up.  But I’m not cruel.  I will give the first 10 smacks slowly, and then I will pick up the pace.  After all it is 210.”  She leaned over to make sure I was listening,  “Oh yeah, and I again highly recommend you to keep count in your head!” 
It was so hard to keep track.  It went okay the first 40 smacks, but then I started to lose control over my body.  I was wiggling, almost trying to crawl away.  ”Amy, how many was that dear?”  I didn’t answer right away.  “You don’t want me to start over do you?”  ”NO ma’am, please.”  I was trying so hard to remember.  I know I got to 40.  Then I did kind of lose track, but I was thinking it must be near 50 or so.  So with a nervous voice I said, “50.”  ”That right.  But we still have a some work to do.”  Whew, good guess I thought.  She started to spank me again.  I really tried to focus on the counting, which also kind of helped me to control the pain.  “How many?” she questioned.  ”100.”  She started to spank a bit lower below my bum, and I kind of imagined that it was because my bottom was too damaged to be spanked much longer.  But no, that was not the reason, because she returned to addressing the smacks to my bottom again after 130.  When she reached 150, she paused.  I guessed her hand was hurting a bit by now also.  “How many?”  “150.”  “60 to go Amy.  I really hope for the sake of your bottom, that you won’t be getting yourself into any kind of trouble through the rest of this week!  Are you ready to receive the last 60?”  As if I had a choice.  ”Yes ma’am” came out, but what was screaming inside of me was, ”HELL NOO!”  ”Okay, then lets get this finished this shall we?  You also have a bathroom to attend to after this.”  And she started the spanking again.  My backside was burning and aching so bad.  And during the last smacks I was biting myself in the hand to redirect the pain away, but even at that, there was no way to get my focus away from my backside. 
I could barely stand when she was done.   I managed to pull my pants up very carefully and stand straight enough to face her again.  “So Amy,” she smiled at me, “Do you have anything to say?”  I was thinking for some time, and what came to my mind I just had to say, ”How would you like your coffee?” 
She gently shook her head, “Oh my.  I think I better go with you upstairs to the bathroom.  And, if you come out with any further smart remarks up there, I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to break the bath brush!”  I didn’t say anything at all while cleaning the bathroom, and Ms. Kane seemed to enjoy the look of me trying to find comfort while attempting odd positions to tend to my chore.  I bet it did look funny as I twisted, and carefully moved so as not to let anything near my bottom. 
At dinnertime I still didn’t talk, because it took so much effort not to let out any noise as I had to sit there with so much discomfort.  Ms. Kane told the other two that they were off house chore duty for the next week.  Kevin was just so elated and thanked us ever so kindly, and Lori just couldn’t help but praise the fine work we had been doing. 
“Oh by the way,” Ms. Kane looked at Lyndsy and I, ”You should take a look in the victim’s message log!  You might find some useful information he has in there!”
;-) Annika and Co-author Lyndsy
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New Survey: Is Spanking Your Secret?

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I’ll post this new survey to the top tabs as well, so that new visitors will have the chance to acces it easily. Once we’ve gotten a fair number of replies, I’ll post the answers here.

– Dana

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A Christmas poem from Tampa Bratt


In the spirit of the holiday, a poem for you.

T’was the night before christmas and the sound  through the house.  Was the VBB’s spanking from his very angry spouse.
The “Open Bottom” pajamas were hung by the chimney with care.  In hopes that  Miss Dana soon would be there.
As she came through the door and headed my way.  Miss Dana opened her mouth and had this to say.
“Now Angel, Now Sarah I’ll soon settle your spat.  But first I must paddle a naughty Tampa Bratt. 

She lectures us all to be good this new year.  But soon we’ll be Bratting without any fear.
With a paddle and brush and “The Curse” under my tree.  My only Christmas wish is to be over Dana’s Knee.
As I return to my room with my bottom glowing bright.  Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
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Oh, Vengeful Wednesday! (A Day in the Life)


This is how glamourous my life is sometimes:


It’s been nearly two years since I started traveling quite a lot, and given the frequency of my air/train/taxi travel, they’ve been a relatively uneventful couple of years, transit-wise.

Until Wednesday. 

The alarm rang very early just outside of Washington D.C., and two cups of coffee later I was nearly awake and ready to head for the airport. 
Per my usual routine, I called down to the hotel’s reception desk and asked the front desk clerk to call for a taxi 20 minutes in advance. Usually, by the time I’ve made a final round through the suite (and almost always found something that I did, in fact, leave behind), turned out all the lights, and stumbled my way to the lobby, the taxi’s there. 
Wednesday morning it took forty-five minutes for the taxi to arrive. After three calls from the front desk clerk. And the hotel is only a stone’s throw from the airport. I knew it was going to be a trying day of travel.
Arriving at Dulles airport, I found exactly what I’d expected – dozens of commuter flyers standing in line at nearly every airline desk. Usually, I fly Southwest – I like ’em, they’re inexpensive (relatively speaking), and they let me check two bags for free. But Southwest doesn’t fly everywhere all the time, so this day I was booked on a flight with ‘Airline X’. The line for Airline X was just as long as all the rest, and I had no choice but to add myself to the queue. After about five minutes of stand-time, a smiling lady asked me if I had my boarding pass. I said no. She told me that I had to go to a kiosk and print out my own boarding pass, then go and get back at  the end of the line. 

Sigh. (Southwest A-plus preferred customer access service gets me right to the front of the line, by the way, and prints my boarding passes for me.   *Last Southwest plug, I promise*) This little series of maneuvers set me back another twenty minutes and six or eight spots in line. 
You cannot conceive of how many hours I’ve spent standing in those snaking little lines constructed of silver poles and seat belts. Like the world’s slowest conga line, people never stand so close together as they do when they’re forced into these little lines. I am not ever happy about my personal space limitations during these line-standing periods. But I’m digressing…

After finally making it to the front of the line, the lady inspects my documents and accepts my bag, points me in the direction of the security area. 
Thank goodness! – another long line. I was becoming nostalgic for the last one already.

As a frequent traveler, I ‘know how to do it’. I know how many little bins I need, never have anything in my pockets, and always put my laptop in a separate tray. I do not carry gels or aerosols. Forgive me this, but most everyone else seems to do it wrong. Every. Single. Time. On the rare occasion that I see someone unlacing his or her shoes while still three paces from the bin-stack, I know I’m watching another TSA pro. Wednesday held no such pros. The line moved excruciatingly slowly, and I admit to having to hold back the urge to shout at strangers (not for the last time that day).

Hurdle crossed, I re-laced my sneakers and proceeded to the departures screen.  (“Never, ever trust your boarding pass” should be one of the ten commandments of airline travel.) Having confirmed my terminal and gate number, I proceeded to grab my usual beverage and healthy-breakfast-option-if-available and took a seat at the gate, thirty minutes before scheduled boarding time, 5:30 a.m..  Not too shabby.

The flight from Dulles to LaGuardia was short and bumpy. Oh, I didn’t mention the layover? Yeah. Layover. Moving on.

Once again, I checked the departures screen, found my gate, and found my way there. Ebook reader in hand, I tucked in for the hour-and-twenty-minute wait for boarding.


Then they announced a delay. Thirty minutes. No big deal.

Then the gate changed. 

Twenty minutes later, they announced a second delay. Thirty more minutes. Still, no biggie.

Then, I swear on everything good and gentle, they changed the gate AGAIN. 

Less than twenty minutes after that, they announced another delay. An hour. I’m now two hours behind schedule, and still at the airport. I start scrambling to rearrange my day’s schedule to accomodate the new arrival time in Pittsburgh (my final destination). 

Near supposed-boarding time, there was an absolute glut of people around the gate door. The service desk line was twelve-deep and dozens of tired, irritated, late commuters were all standing way too close together. I was in the dead damn center of this mess when a young woman barreled her way through toward the front, shoving and being generally rude in the process. I don’t think she was feeling the vibe of the crowd.

You know what happens next, right? (No I didn’t give her a spanking, get your minds out of the gutter.)

This silly girl came back through, aggressive posture and zero manners, and tried to shove right past me..making my shoulder bag swing to the side.

So I elbowed her in the ribs. Hard. (Life is a contact sport, girlie, remember that.) The woman next to me took a step to the right and blocked her path in that way, too. 

Yes, we had discussed this in advance. Women are dangerous like that.


Then they cancelled the flight.

I was beginning to feel a little like Tom Hanks’ character in that Terminal movie, perpetually walking past the same pretzel shop for weeks, months, maybe years on end. And I can’t even eat the damn pretzels.

We cancelled travelers were informed that the next flight was scheduled for 3pm, and that, as it was full, we would be 31 stand-by’s for the flight. The flight after that was at 5pm, effectively rendering my day absolutely void.

There was no way that I was going to make it to Pittsburgh. 

I’ll spare you the detail on the arguments that took place with two Airline X representatives, and one floor supervisor, and with the first two telephone representatives. I will, however, credit Jason, Airline X telephone supervisor, who had the good sense, decency, and business acumen to issue me a return ticket to Las Vegas. 

Via Detroit. But who’s counting.

So Pittsburgh, it wasn’t for a lack of trying that I missed you. And you’ll be happy to hear that I’m going to brave the freezing temps of January to make it up to you. (Ask anyone who knows…sacrificing my warmish-weather climes in winter is an act of love.)

One day. Twenty hours. Four airports. Absolutely nothing accomplished. And they still haven’t found my suitcase.


Next.


–  Dana

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2013: Big plans for the blog and website


Readers,

I do, indeed, have some big plans for 2013. While time seems to be harder to come by of late, I’m determined to manage things more efficiently so that I have the time to do all the fun things on my list.

We’ve discussed the possibility of a ‘Video Q&A’, where questions submitted in advance would be read and replied-to via video, kind of like a POV. This still sounds like a lot of fun to me, so I’ll be working on it during the first part of the year.

I’ve also done some poking around in my interest in ebook publishing. While I still have it on my list, and am hoping to accomplish something with it throughout the course of the year, it’s a much larger and more time-consuming endeavor than I’d first anticipated. Just the formatting alone sounds nightmarish. That said, I’m still interested in opinions/preferences on content/theme for something of this nature.

There will still be lots of free video made. It has been a little while since I’ve done any Product Testing or Tips for Tops videos, and I’ll be working to fix that oversight soon. Angel and The VBB continue to get themselves into constant trouble, so they’ll naturally pop up here in video punishment glory from time to time. Nearly all the free videos are available on the Gallery Page.

On the premium video side of things, DanaKaneSpanks.com will continue to be the place to look for access to all my downloadable videos and DVD’s. While many of my videos will always feature My Bottom’s bottom – who is never long wanting for an excuse for discipline – you’ll also be seeing many new faces, especially in the F/F genre. (At the very bottom of the danakanespanks.com screen, you can enter your email address for new video updates.)

And the contests will continue!!

January will bring a new spanking story writing contest, and I’m interested to see what our participants do with this one.
As the photo contests have not garnered as much participation as I’d hoped, you’re all being disciplined by having them taken away – for a while. 
If you have an idea/suggestion for a fun contest for our spanko participants, please do let me know – I’m always looking for fun ways to give things away.

Imaginative spanking story writers are always encouraged to share their work with us, and I’m always happy to receive your works…contest or no. Send your creativity to me at DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com.

On social networking: I’ve taken down both my Facebook and Flickr account pages. There’s only so much real socializing a person can do, so I’m economizing. I still have an account on Twitter, and on FetLife, and a Tumblr page for photos (which may or may not survive the purge).

There have been a couple emails concerning the font/shadowing on RSS feed emails. I am aware that there is a formatting problem between the chosen text colors on the blog, and the default emails received. While I haven’t yet figured out quite how to remedy this…well, I’m working on it.

Did I miss anything?

–  Dana

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‘The Reformatory’ Part Four

The REFORMATORY Part 4
”I will never choose that stick again, unless I have to pick three implements someday!”
Lyndsy laughed “Yeah, I can see you have some nice striped ‘Kane artwork’ going on there!” I tried to twist myself around at my waist to look back at my bottom, but had to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror to see what kind of “artwork” I was displaying.  “Seriously!  What was I thinking??!!”  
“Hey Amy, let’s make an agreement right now.” Lyndsy looked serious at me.  “To NEVER let Kevin be the one to try and get us out of trouble again!! He literally asked for it!  And we all had to suffer the consequences!”  I smiled at her, ”Don’t worry… That’s a mistake I won’t try again.  If he wants to play hardball against Ms. Kane, he can do it alone!!  Personally, I’m only into softball!”
“But really, I must give it to him.  He can sure take some heavy whacks!  It’s no wonder Ms. Kane is in such good shape with all that intense training!  She definitely has a lot of stamina!!”  Lyndsy’ sparkle in her eyes lit up as she looked mischievously at me.  ”Maybe Ms. Kane should take exercise video’s to a whole new level!!!  Start a new trend establishing tips on how too…..”  Just then Lori burst into our room.  ”Hey guys, can I borrow some hairspray??”  I was still standing in our bathroom where I had been examining my bottom, and looked towards the shelf where the hairspray was kept normally.  I was just about to reach for it when I noticed Lyndsy’ eyes get big and her expression changed to a distressed look with the unspoken words of “Don’t do it” plastered across.   I knew what to do, ”Ahh, sorry.  I guess we are out of it ourselves Lori”.  As I pretended to look on the shelf I let it drop into the laundry basket below and dropped my pants over top of it.  Lori came into the bathroom anyway, so I just smiled at her and stepped back so she could look on the shelf herself.  ”Amy, I would suggest putting pants on to protect that beautiful artwork you are so comfortably displaying.  Unless of course, it’s your intention to scare anyone who comes by your room tonight.   ”Very funny, Lori. ”  ”So,  no hairspray?” she asked as she looked around.  ”Nope.  No hairspray.  We usually just give our head a shake and let it fall all natural!”  ”Fine.  Then I’ll just borrow some of Ms. Kane…” and her sentence faded as she left the room and was gone again…
I reached in and took the hairspray bottle from the laundry basket and tossed it to Lyndsy.  I couldn’t help but smile at her as I remembered the expression that came over her face earlier.  Now she just looked at the bottle calmly and then said to me, “Thanks for that!”  “For what?”, I wondered.  “Umm, I haven’t told you this yet, but I kind of refilled the bottle after we finished it off the other day.”  “Yeah, so?”  “Well, it’s not quite hairspray anymore.”  And she tossed the hairspray back to me.  I looked at it and then gave the little nozzle a push.  As soon as it entered the air, I KNEW what it was!!!!  It was her dear ol’ reliable pal JD!!!  “I didn’t want to get you into trouble for knowing Amy.”  ”Like, since when?” I laughed.  ”No problem Lyndsy.  I’m serious.  If it makes you feel safe or good or you feel it’s a need you must have it around, it’s fine with me”  I just realized I was still standing without my pants, so I turned to grab them and jump right into them.  
Over the next few days we were able to keep ourselves from crossing any lines with Ms. Kane. Both Lyndsy and I literally had to recover from the still lingering marks from the quartet spanking we were so kindly introduced to.  But by the end of the work week, we were starting to feel a little bit more restless, and our discomfort was barely noticeable any more.  It just so happened that by Saturday, we could feel ourselves heading in the direction that held a little more excitement.
Amazingly, we both woke up early on that Saturday morning.  Must have been because of the docile week we both put in.  Lyndsy yawned and stretched as she spoke, “Amy, we should do something different today.  Something fun for us.   Besides, even if we don’t get into any kind of trouble we will get spanked tomorrow for maintenance, so let’s do something.”  ”What are you thinking of?”  ”I  don’t know.  I could really use a girls night out.  You know, hanging at the club, loud music, dancing, a few drinks, laugh’s with a bunch of others.”  “ Sounds good to me!!  Hmm, now we just have to figure out how to get out of here, do our thing, and get back in without getting caught.”  I glanced around the room, then as I looked in the direction of the bathroom I said, “Hey, I think we could use that window!”  I jumped off the bed as I was pointing at it.  I then opened it and looked down on the street.  Lyndsy followed and looked out as well and questioned,  “Do you think we can get up this way as well?” I shrugged, “Don’t know, maybe.  Let’s go down and take a look.”   It was still early so the rest of the house was still sleeping.  We wouldn’t have to explain to anyone what we were doing as we left the house and stood on the street looking up to the window that led to our bathroom.  I went over and started to climb.  I managed to get to the second floor patio roof just below the window easy enough, and looked down at Lyndsy. “I would be content to conclude, that it can be done!”  We smiled at each other, gave the thumbs up, and I jumped down without fear.  We went inside, and considering it was still so early, and we were just so considerate of others, we decided to put together an awesome breakfast for the rest when they woke up!! 
Shortly after dinner, we put on the show that we were just sooo tired from being up so early that morning.  We excused ourselves and went up to our room.  We quietly got dressed for our night out and waited until the house seemed settled for the evening.  Lyndsy opened the door and listened.  She shook her head.  Nothing.  We had actually talked about just taking the stairs down and out, but they were noisy with creeks and squeaks.  And we thought, no big deal, we could be going down for a drink of milk or something, which happened on occasion.  But, we felt if someone DID happen to see us, we definitely were not in clothing ready for a quiet night in!!!  So, we pursued our original brilliant plan of using our bathroom window for the evening ahead of us.
Once we got down to the street, we turned to look back at the house. It was pretty much dark in every room.
That evening we participated in the best time we both ever had in months!  Downtown was busy, and bright and noisy, and we danced for hours!   I guess we were thirsty too, because it seemed like every time our drink was empty, it was miraculously refilled!!!  But we weren’t counting because we just knew we were having a hoot!!!  A much needed change of pace!!!
When we eventually returned to the reformatory we stood chuckling as we looked up towards our window. It was still open, just the way we had left it.  I went over and tried to climb as easily as the first time, but  ended up getting only 3 steps above ground before I fell backwards landing on my butt.  Lyndsy started to crack up, but contained it for the most part, ”Guess we better reconsider about taking the stairs darlin’.”  I was now laying flat on my back trying to form a sentence, ”Or maybe, maybe, we just stay right, right about here.” My head was spinning so fast.  “Lyndsy, please make this carousel stop!”  She stumbled over to me, reached for my hand and started to pull me up off the ground.  We giggled because we must have looked hilarious as we got into position to use each other as supports.  We headed towards the front door, but it definitely wasn’t in a straight line!!  We took all our limited concentration to focus on being as quiet as we could as we made our way.  “Ahhh, *hiccup* do you have your key?” Lyndsy shook her head and at the same time reached for the doorknob.  It turned so she said, “This must be our lucky day today sweetheart.  A door left unlocked!!  Maybe Ms. Kane will also forget about our little maintenance tomorrow!”  ”In what, *hiccup* world do you live in Lyndsy?”  ”In a world, in a world where, ahh, ‘girls just wanna have fun!’”   We smirked, but we also looked at each other enforcing recognition that we must maintain composure as we moved towards our room.  It must have once again been a sight as we fumbled hanging onto each other as we focused direction on the stairs.  
Once we got to the foot of the stairs we both dropped our hands forward for stability, and dropped to our knees to begin the journey up on all fours.  We were snickering, trying to whisper if we had to say anything, trying to sneak ever so slow and quiet, and by the time we reached our door we looked at each other with a grin from ear to ear thinking we had to be the most amazing, inconspicuous, couple of newly introduced friends who absolutely rocked!!!  We did a high five, but only our pinkies actually connected.  We almost busted a gut as we dropped lower to the floor than that of our crawling stance.  Once composed we sat up with our backs leaning on our bedroom door.  We both let out a big sigh of relief.  
Who else would be able to pull this type of thing off on Ms. Kane?  
In the next few moments, we were sure to realize, it wasn’t us!!
Lyndsy lifted her hand to turn the handle of the door.  As she did we remained in position and just laid back slowly and quietly as the door opened.  We continued to lay there for a moment trying to gather our energy to get up and get the other half of our bodies into the room so we could shut the door behind us.  As we laid there, we heard the sound of a clearing throat.  “Ahem.”  Both of us tilted our heads up and back to the direction of our room.  There, sitting on my bed, looking straight at us with her arms crossed, eyebrows raised, and the look of “How pitiful can these two be”, all we could do was lower our heads back, look at each other and I busted out laughing so hard!!!  I had to sit up to catch my breath, and Lyndsy followed, but she was sooo trying to contain herself!  She was laughing, but not as out of control as me.  Ms. Kane signaled for us to get up, and we did, which was not very elegant in any way, and all it did was make me crack up all the more.  Lyndsy couldn’t handle it anymore either and she bursted out a laugh, but at the same time she was backing out of the room saying, “Ahhh, I ah, I forgot something downstairs”  She had her right hand pointer finger raised, like “Just a minute”, and she was choking on her words but continued, “I will, I’ll be, I will be right back in a flash!!”
“YOU Miss Lyndsy, don’t even think about it!!!”, were the first words to leave Ms. Kane’s mouth.  ”But I…”, Lyndsy tried to get a couple words out, but the reply from the bed was a finger pointed right at her waving to not even finish that sentence!!   We were both shaking uninhibited, but it was not because we were nervous or afraid.  We were just trying to hold the laughter inside.  That in itself must have looked funny as our shaking was probably in a slow, wobbly type motion considering the present state we were in.  
Oh man, we were in such deep crap.  We were busted.  There was NO way of getting our way out of this one.  Ms. Kane got up from my bed.  “Get yourselves in here and close the door behind you.  I don’t need either one of you making any more noise than you already have in your silly adventure up here.”  Lyndsy started to chuckle again and must have thought she was whispering to me, which she wasn’t when she said, “That means no squealing missy!”  I just looked at her in agreement.  ”LYNDSY” Ms. Kane firmly spoke, “Sit down on your bed” as she pointed a rigid finger in that direction.  “And you Amy” she again pointed in the direction of my bed indicating I should sit down. 
“I am not going to punish you two for this tonight.  I want to make sure that you both understand how serious I am about this!  And quite frankly, neither one of you are in a state right now to be able to distinguish whether I was to give you a spanking or a hug!!!  And believe me, I am NOT going to hug you!”
We once again looked at each other with total connection and understanding of words unuttered, until Ms. Kane continued, “Now get some sleep, and I don’t want to see either one of you downstairs before you are sober!!  Is that clear enough to sink in past the liquid encompassing your brain??” 
“Yes, ma’am” we both agreed.
Ms. Kane quietly left our room, without another word, another look.  “Lyndsy” I whispered.”  “What?”   ”I, I think she is angry with us.” I solemnly continued.  ”You think?” was her reply.   The both of us were lying on our backs on our beds.  It wasn’t even a minute before I spoke up,  ”Nah, I don’t believe her.” I started to chuckle again.  Lyndsy looked at me trying to focus her eyes.  I added, ”I do still think I could distinguish the difference between a hug and a spanking!!  I’m not that hammered!!”  We both started to chuckle some more.  Lyndsy rolled back to stare at the ceiling again, then said, “Why don’t go over to her and tell her to spank you right now then?  Just to be sure she isn’t right.”  ”Oh yeah, right.  And I guess you want me to ask at the same time if I can take yours as well I bet!”  ”Amy my friend, you are a fast learner!!”
That was the last thing we remember talking about that night.  We both must have fallen asleep as we layed there, and we both woke up still in our party clothes.  Ewww.  I wasn’t feeling so good.  But it was different.  It wasn’t from the liquor we consumed the night before.  It was more like a troubled, worried stomach feeling.  I carefully moved up onto one elbow to look towards Lyndsy.  “Hey, how are you feeling?  Are you sober yet?”  ”Amy, I will NEVER be totally sober” she said without moving.  I looked down at my shirt and again started to laugh!!  “Oh my goodness!!!  I guess I can never wear this shirt again!!  Did you write this on me while I was sleeping?”  Lyndsy moved, while still lying on her stomach and stretched her head to see what I was talking about.  “Hmm, I don’t remember doing anything like that, but it sure looks like my handwriting.”  On my shirt was written in I think lipstick, but not sure, “100% BTS.”  After a moment of trying to pull it together, I could only say, ”I wonder what it means?”   Lyndsy rolled a little closer to the edge of the bed and stretched her neck as far as she could towards my shirt.  She looked at it with a bit of a frown while trying to focus more closely, “Nope.  I’m not recalling anything.”
“Okay.  I’m too distracted otherwise to really care.  I’m going to go take a bath, and then I will have to just face the music!”  I stood up and went to the bathroom.  As I soaked in the tub, which was for a long time, I couldn’t think about anything else other than what Ms. Kane had in store for us. 
I got dressed, and when I went to our room I noticed Lyndsy had fallen asleep again.  Oh well.  I shrugged my shoulders and went downstairs.  I couldn’t wait anymore to find out my consequences. 
The house was very quiet, and I wondered if anyone was even home.  On my way to the kitchen I glanced at Ms. Kane’s office door.  It was closed, so I figured she must’ve been in there, maybe waiting.  I couldn’t help but picture all the implements from her cabinet lined up neatly in a row.  I continued on to the kitchen, grabbed a piece of bread to make toast, and a cup of coffee.  All I could think to myself was, “Maybe that girls night out wasn’t such a good idea after all.  Maybe it wasn’t even…”  I lost my thought when I turned around to pour my coffee, and Ms. Kane was standing there.  “So, do you feel sober?”, she asked casually.  ”Umm, yes ma’am.”  I looked down towards my cup.  She slowly walked towards me, and instinctively I started to back up towards the toaster.  I bumped into the counter and felt it press firmly against my mid back.  I couldn’t back up any more, but she still continued to move towards me.  When she got within arms reach, she put one hand on each side of me leaning on the counters edge.  Damn.  Now what do I do, drop to the floor to get away?
“Amy, look at me!”  She was very serious, and this had to be one of the first times that I had absolutely no desire to smile or laugh.  I couldn’t even bring myself to look at her even after she asked me to.  I seen and then felt her right hand that had come up to my face and gently but firmly lift my chin up so that she could see my eyes. 
“Amy, did it ever cross your mind, that the two of you could have just come to me and told me that you wanted to go out on the town?”  I looked confused at her.  “This is not a prison.  When I say there will be no drinking, I mean there will be no drinking in this house.  So if you feel the need to cut lose and party it up downtown or with your friends, you are welcome to do that.”  She paused for a moment to be sure she had my attention, then continued, “But to jump out of a second story window, plan to try to climb up again, forget your keys, and not have the decency to let me know where you were off to, that is just pure stupidity”  I tried to look down again with embarrassment.  Her hand lifted my chin up again, ”Either one of you could have gotten seriously injured or something even worse!”  The little child inside of me was seriously hiding now.  She had crawled so deep I didn’t know if she ever dared to show her face again!!  I was feeling really stupid and actually really sorry to have put such concern on Ms. Kane.  I honestly hadn’t considered the risks in anything that we did that night.  We just wanted to cut loose and have some fun.  I kind of wished she would just stop scolding me and drag me over her knee to spank me, because I could see in her eyes that we had kind of hurt her, and I didn’t like it.  At least with a spanking I didn’t have to face her to see the effects in her eyes.  
I had to speak up, “I’m sorry, Ms. Kane.  I know it was wrong of us to be sneaking around like that and, and you are right.  It was actually pretty stupid.  We just thought you wouldn’t allow us to go out on the town and have fun and party it up a little bit.”  ”Well, I can tell you that because of your little irresponsible episode, you won’t be going out for the rest of this month.  Both you and Lyndsy are grounded.   You can obviously attend work, and you will certainly fulfill your chores around here, but besides that you will be staying in your room, where I can find you at any moment I choose.  Do you understand?”  ”Yes ma’am.”  I cowardly replied. 
“Good.  Now, in regards to the rest of the punishment.”  She took the coffee cup from my hands and grabbed me firmly by my forearm and went over to a chair.  She sat down without letting go of me, and dragged me over her lap.  I was wearing sweatpants, so in seconds she had them down.  She was annoyed,  I knew it without a doubt, but not a word was spoken, and that led to her spanking me quite hard right off the bat.   Also, it was different for me because I actually felt sorry that we had hurt her or affected her that way.  So because of that state of mind, it didn’t take long before I started to moan, and literally had to struggle to keep myself from crying!!!  My backside was already on fire, and no, I didn’t feel the urge to sing any kind of songs! 
Before I knew it, I was begging, “Please, Ms. Kane.  I’m sorry!  I promise that we will never do something like that again!”  She spoke up, “I believe you when you say you won’t, but honey, you can be as sorry as you want. Either way, I am not done with you yet!  Now get up!”  I stood up fairly quickly, and so did she.  She pointed towards her office and I started to walk, holding my burning bottom and with very short steps because my sweatpants were still around my ankles.  I was terrified.  I still had that picture in my head with all the implements lined up so carefully.  When I opened the door I felt a huge sense of relief because there was not one implement laying out anywhere.  I stood there in the middle of the room, and Ms. Kane continued past me and went over to her cabinet.  Inside my head I was praying, “No cane, no cane, no cane!” I guess someone was listening to me, someone with a sense of humor, because she didn’t pick the cane, but picked both the brush and the belt.  She proceeded to the couch and once again ordered me over her lap with just a point of her finger. 
Oh man, that brush was nasty!!!!  Every smack from it stung like there was no tomorrow, and she didn’t stop until every spot on my bottom was hit at least once and I’m sure colored very red to her liking.  I was wiggling, a lot.  And I guess that caused some kicking, which is totally not recommended, because that made her strike my legs twice!!  I literally started squealing.  I remembered Lyndsy talking about the squealing last night, but it was definitely a lot more funny then!!! 
She gave me a break when she was done with the brush.  She was gently rubbing my bottom and examining yet another masterpiece of her art when she spoke up saying,  “Amy, when I am done spanking you with the belt, you are then going to sit in the dining room and write 100 times these words:  ‘I will never jump out of a window again and I will always remember my keys.  And most importantly, I will always make sure that Ms. Kane knows where I am.’ “  She leaned to see as much of my face as she could and said, “Okay?  You got it memorized?  ”Yes ma’am.  I think so.”
“Alright then.  I still have to attend to that trouble making friend of yours who is probably still sleeping upstairs!  So let’s get started, shall we??”  I just nodded….
She had folded the belt so she could use it while I still was lying over her lap.  I couldn’t withhold the tears anymore.  It was painful and I hoped each smack was the last.  She asked me in the end to count the last 10 strokes.  I could barely get the words out, but somehow got to 10 with her satisfaction. 
I got up from her lap and stood sobbing in front of her.  She took my hands and said, “Amy, I was actually worried about you two last night, and I don’t like that feeling.  My job is to keep you safe, but for me to do that, I need you to be honest with me.  I deserve to know when it comes to your whereabouts, and although I am no fan of the drinking, you are both adults and should be able to have a good time and still be responsible while having it.  However, it didn’t quite look like that was the case last night!”  
She dropped my hands carefully, and backed up a bit.  “Take that notebook over there,” she pointed at her desk, ”and go write those sentences.  Lyndsy will join you when she is done with her spanking!”
I carefully pulled my pants up and went over and took the notebook.  She never said anything as to whether I should wait for Lyndsy or not before starting my lines, so I just kneeled on the chair, and leaned forward onto the table.   Man, my bottom was burning so bad I was almost expecting my sweats to catch fire!!   I laid my head down on my forearms and rested while I waited for Lyndsy to be dealt with and come to write her lines too. 
Right after Lyndsy came out, Ms. Kane followed and let us know, “I need to go do a bit of shopping, but I expect you both to finish this assignment.  And when you are done, you can leave the notebooks on my desk and go directly to your room.  Remember you are both grounded!”  “Okay, ma’am.” 
We both continued to kneel because there was no way of sitting as Ms. Kane had suggested when writing our lines.  Lyndsy finally said something, “Okay this is NOT the kind of spanking I want to receive EVER again”  ”I agree!!  And I really don’t like that we upset Ms. Kane like that either.”
We started to write. I think we both just wanted to get this final punishment over with fast so we could go to our rooms and tuck into our beds again. 
After some time of us writing and writing I asked Lyndsy a question.  “Do you think she saw us yesterday?  You know, when we jumped out of the window and then when we tried to get back inside again?”  Lyndsy looked at me, ”No.  She did tell me that she knew something wasn’t quite right because we were being too quiet.  She said something like, ’You two never stop talking and snickering, and sometimes I even think you do it while you’s are sleeping’”  I had to laugh, ”I really hope we don’t talk and chuckle while we are sleeping!!  Do you think she will forgive us Lyndsy?”   ”I think she already has” she quietly commented.
30 lines to go!! Whoo-hoo!!!  It was my own personal unexpressed excitement, but then I did say, “Hey, I have never been grounded in my life, have you?”  ”Nope” was Lyndsy’ one word reply.  I continued, ”It’s really not that fair if we get maintenance spankings next Sunday.  If we have to stay in our room, we obviously won’t be getting into trouble!”  Lyndsy looked up at me with her little smirk, ”Amy, you and I don’t seem to have any problems with getting into trouble, so I really don’t think a grounding is going to change anything.  But, if you want to argue with Ms. Kane, I’ll definitely back you up, or, or should I say, at least push you in front of me!”  That Lyndsy, her mind never stopped contemplating, and bratting about something or blaming ME!!
I was writing away and was pretty much done, when I suddenly remembered what BTS stood for!!!  And it WAS Lyndsy who had written it on my shirt!!  I started to laugh just out of the blue, and Lyndsy scrunched her eyebrows wondering what that was all about, ”What? You can’t just sit there and have a party on your own Amy!!”  ”Oh, sorry, but it just dawned on me, and I really hope that Ms. Kane doesn’t know what BTS means!”  Lyndsy still had a puzzled look trying to figure me out.  “Lyndsy!!!  It stands for 100% BratToSpank!” 
;) Annika and co-author Lyndsy
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‘The Future of Spanking’ : Conversations with Spankos Ch. 14

Readers,

A couple weeks after a fun round of spanking and conversation with one of my wonderful playmates, I received an email from him, following up on our previous conversation.

We discussed that the era in which many of us were reared – one of acceptable, permissible, and even advisable corporal punishment – is coming to an end. Most public and private schools no longer employ the ‘three licks’ method of discipline, and many states and countries have outlawed the practice altogether. Also, many caregivers now choose other, less physical ways of teaching, like TimeOuts.

My friend and I wondered whether, by removing the experience, either direct or remote, of corporal punishment from early development would render the world spanko-less one day….or at least spanko-light. And whether the natural changes of lifestyles and environments would put a different ‘spin’, so to speak, on spanking play.

This is neither pro nor con early corporal punishment, and not meant to be a discussion of early-life experiences. Instead, I am curious whether, when taken out of the environment altogether, spanking would still become a distraction, and in such numbers as in previous generations. 

And, if the spanking fetish does still thrive, will the fantasies be contextually the same?  Here, I’m addressing specifically the seemingly very common thread which runs throughout the current, mature spanko population – conservative, traditional domestic scenarios. Current generations haven’t grown up on the same Sears&Roebuck catalog fantasies as their predecessors – they’ve cut their teeth on Victoria’s Secret and Brazilian bikinis, after all.

What do you think? Will the new generation of spankos be hard-wired in the same way as we? And how will the natural changes in the world around us change the process and execution of the fetish?

–  Dana

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DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update: 12/16

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From Annika and Lyndsy: ‘The Reformatory’ Part Three


The REFORMATORY Part III
”Oh man.  I am soooo going to miss JD” she grumbled as she shook her head.  Lyndsy seemed more upset about JD being removed from her possessions than the fact that she wasn’t able to sit anywhere comfortably. 
Ms. Kane didn’t hold anything back because of Lyndsy’ little JD hiding game.  I was actually very proud of her, because she handled the spanking quite well.  Of course, I didn’t actually see the spanking since I had my face stuck into the wall, and didn’t DARE move it away, but the sound of it was sure intense!  Sometimes my body even reacted to the spanking sound by clinching my muscles all the way up my back when I heard the belt smacking against her skin. 
Ms. Kane wasn’t in the office when Lyndsy said she would miss JD.  We were instructed not to talk, just stand there in our corners and think about our behavior.  But the damn song inside my head wouldn’t stop!  I kept singing ‘I am titanium’ and sighed, because I was so far away from being anything like titanium.  If I were to think of something comparable, I would be something along the lines of butter!  I do have a tendency to laugh about weird or during stressful situations, so I couldn’t help myself and started to giggle, which caused Lyndsy to giggle, which in turn caused me to laugh.  I could just picture this situation from above, the two of us standing there in our corners, one singing titanium, the other crushed about JD, and both flashing very red, sore bottoms.  What a sight that was, no wonder it made me laugh!!  ”Shhh!  My backside can’t take anymore right now Amy.” Lyndsy whispered.
I heard Ms. Kane come to the office again, and I was able to contain myself.  I didn’t want to risk another round, especially right away.
“You two are free to go now, but I hope you both remember this session for a very long time!”  ”Yes ma’am” we sharply stated as if in one voice.  
I was very relieved that I was able to stand up at work over the next couple of days.  I hated the meetings I had to attend, but to be honest, I have no idea what the meetings were about because all my attention was directed to protecting the soreness of my bottom. 
Lyndsy and I didn’t chat during the day anymore.  We simply couldn’t with these old cell phones, so the conversations during dinner didn’t get the spark we usually would from our daily interactions.  We pretty much were in a well behaved mode.   But before we knew it, a new game had started.  Who would be the first one out of the four of us to give in to our inner brat and have it showing its face again? 
Of course there were always the weekly sessions we had to contend with.  And I was still scared that we would receive another spanking for the texting madness that was carried out prior, but it turned out that Ms. Kane does not spank twice for the same mistake.  Well, unless of course, you don’t learn from the first time and if I was to start texting again to Lyndsy in like manner.   Thank goodness she prevented that by taking our smartphones away, because seriously, I do not think either me or Lyndsy could NOT text each other if we had the chance!!  So, for this week it was a ‘gentle’ hand spanking just to make sure I would have a clean sheet to start a new week and send me off on my best behavior.  I really was thankful for that.  My buttocks couldn’t have handled anything more right then.
The four of us were hanging out in the basement, watching TV and playing billiards.  Kevin, bent over and while lining up his shot says, ”Lyndsy, what is the worst implement your butt has ‘tasted’ so far??”  She shrugged at Kevin and replied as cool as ever, “The belt.  What about you Mr. T.?”  I laughed at that.  Mr. T.!!  T-t-t-titanium!!  Kevin wasn’t as impressed with the name as we were, so continued, “Hmm, I’m not sure I have met the worst implement yet.”  And again the song started inside my head, t-t-titanium… Lyndsy says, ”Then it’s really rather a sad situation, because as long as you uphold your fine behavior you will never find out Kevin.”  ”That is true Mr. T.!!  You will never be able to prove how much “titanium” is in that backside of yours!” I replied.  Instantly Kevin popped out his smartphone from his pocket and flashed it towards me, ”You, miss Amy, can borrow my smartphone, and…” he looked over to Lori for her approval, “I’m sure Lyndsy can borrow Lori’s!  We don’t need to text message each other in order to be brats!”  He glanced daringly at me.  And I smiled back at him saying, ”Well fine.  We don’t have a problem using your phone, or writing messages under the identity of your names, because officially we don’t own a smartphone, so really, it would show up as you and Lori who are texting each other!”  Lyndsy pipes in, ”Yeah!  Hand it over Lori.”  ”You keep your fingers away from my smartphone, miss Lyndsy!!”  ”Why? Do you need it to place some more orders??” she sasses back.  ”Ha! Ha! Ha!  Ver-ry funny!”
Kevin speaks up, “Seriously guys, I don’t recognize myself when I have to behave all the time.”  ”Well what do you suggest, Kevin??” I asked.  Lori seemed a little more interested in the conversation now and says, ”Hmm, I have an idea.  Maybe we should work together!  It could be very interesting to see how Ms. Kane would handle the four of us all at the same time!”  Lyndsy, trying to convince us she’s innocent in this, says, “I will be the last in line if we get caught, and I expect all of you to take the biggest part of that spanking if I have to be part of this.”  I shake my head as I respond, ”Lyndsy, Lyndsy, Lyndsy.  If you continue to play the “innocent role” you like to portray, you might be the first in line!   Do you not think that maybe Ms. Kane already knows your tactics and that she doesn’t believe you for one second??  Anyways, I don’t think you have to worry.  We have Kevin who is a fine gentleman, and will take it as his duty to go first, right??”  ”Umm, if I go first, she won’t have any implements to use on you guys, and she would never risk that!”  Lori seemed intrigued with our conversation, and as she sat on the couch listening quietly she started to giggle.  But as she giggled, she was kind of shrinking into the couch.  
“What are you trouble makers talking about down here??”  The three of us looked at each other, then Lori, without moving anything but our eyes, and then turned around only to see Ms. Kane standing in the doorway leaning on the frame with her arms crossed.  We had no idea how long she was there, but to be leaning in such a relaxed state, odds are she definitely heard something!  I know the first thing I was thinking about was what the heck we had said last, when it deemed upon me that we were joking about the implements she owned!!!
Ms. Kane stood up straight then started to walk towards us.  She looked like she was kind of amused.  At least that’s what I hoped I was seeing.  Her walk was very relaxed, almost playful, and as she approached the pool table her hand slightly danced along the side of it as she made her way around to one end.  Instinct took over, and I started to move in the opposite direction ever so slowly, and without realizing it, my mind was already making plans of how and when I should run.  I guess she seen my eyes pondering options, because at one point she stopped,  looked straight at me, didn’t say a word, and I just froze in place trying to ease the pressure with a slight smile.
“So tell me again…” she picked up the 8 ball, held it up to look at it and then lowered it proceeding to roll it between her palms, “…what is it that I don’t dare to risk?”  With that she made sure she had all of our full attentions.
“Ahh, I’m not in on this.” Lori replied as she stood up and started to walk.  “Stop!  You stay here young lady!”, she sharply said, but still with a calm undertone.
There was silence for a minute as we watched Ms. Kane slowly pull herself up to sit on the pool table.  She took her time, and rolled a few balls under her palms against the green of the table.  She had her head down, and her hair was covering her eyes from my angle, so I looked at Kevin prompting him with my eyes to do something.  I figured he had the most experience, or at least should know how to get us out of this situation.  Oh boy, I couldn’t have been more wrong!!  This was a game he LOVED!!  To get caught and to dig himself into a deeper hole!! 
 The words that came out of his mouth were shocking.  “You know Ms. Kane, what you heard while you were listening, listening uninvited, which really, ah, is very inappropriate if I do say so myself, but anyway, what you heard was nothing that should be of concern or worry to you really.”
 I think my jaw dropped 5 inches and all I could do was stare at him!!!  My brain was yelling at him IS THIS YOUR WAY OF GETTING US OUT OF TROUBLE???!!!! 
Ms. Kane still didn’t look up from her smooth activity of slowly rolling the billiard balls around the table in a very small area.  I looked at Lyndsy and she looked as in shock as I was!  But looking at Lori, she didn’t even look concerned, never mind surprised.  Maybe she knew him better?  
I was really amazed at how cool, and contained, and unaffected Ms. Kane was to Kevin’s remark, and I just couldn’t get enough of how she played these head games with us.
Ms. Kane took a deep breath, left the balls alone and reached a few feet further for a cue stick.  She pulled it slowly towards her, but still left it on the table, and started to roll it back and forth, back and forth.  She then held it straight up pointing towards the ceiling and not taking her eyes off of it she said, “Darn.  Such a beautiful straight cue to have to be broken on somebody’s bottom.”  My heart jumped and I’m sure it made my shirt even move.  She continued with a sigh, “It’s such a shame to consider the fatality of such a perfect piece of wood.”  Now she looked to Kevin as she laid the cue back on the table, but continued speaking in her slow way of torture,  “And it’s such a shame to think it may only have the experience of tending to one bottom.”  Kevin just started to laugh.  Instantly I felt the urge to grab that cue and whack him with it myself!  Ms. Kane noticed my sudden facial expressions and said, ”Relax Amy.  I won’t actually use this on any of you.”  After she gave me a little smile she went back to looking at it and rolling it back and forth on the table.  She continued to speak in a slow, tantalizing manner, “It’s just too beautiful and expensive to waste by either breaking or warping it.” 
She jumped elegantly off the table and patted her shirt down.  Kevin was like a kid in a toy store, he had a smile from ear to ear, and he couldn’t contain his excitement, or maybe it was fear being hidden by his bratty self as a distraction!!   His demeanor changed fairly quickly though after Ms. Kane’s voice went from soft to firm in a moment.  “It seems that the four of you think that if you all act together, there is no chance of me handling you all at once.”   Damn!  She had heard a lot!!!
“You are all going to feel my ‘gentle’ touch” she said as she looked at me.  ”And Lyndsy, you will receive the same amount as the rest of the girls!!”   Lyndsy shrugged her shoulders with like a ‘whatever’ attitude.  Ms. Kane then looked at Kevin and smiled.  She never took her eyes off of him when she said, ”Girls, you will all go upstairs and find one implement of your choosing in my cabinet.   And you mister Kevin, I will be choosing three implements myself to use on you!” 
He wasn’t smiling as much anymore, but he still had this sarcasm about him that made it look as if he took it all as a challenge….a fun challenge.
“Off you go!” she said as she smacked her hands together and whisked us away. 
We all went upstairs, not dragging ourselves of course, but definitely not running!  Lori knew what cabinet it was that held the formidable tools of the trade.  And she didn’t waste any time looking them over.  She grabbed what she wanted and said, ”I will take the leather paddle.  You two can fight about the rest.”  Lyndsy and I looked inside the cabinet, then looked at each other.  I just shrugged, shaking my head.  I had no idea what half of the implements were capable of, so I couldn’t guide Lyndsy in this situation.  She pointed at the wooden spoon, and she smiled at me with that twinkle in her eye.  At least she still had a sense of humor in this situation we were in, and because of that it surely made me feel a bit better. 
We avoided the canes, the rug beater, the loops.  Well, pretty much everything.  So we had to look them over again and I started to be very thankful that we at least had a choice.  ”Ah, what the heck” Lyndsy mumbled as she grabbed a wooden brush and stepped aside.  I was looking at the belt, but it just felt too easy to take that one.  It’s not that it didn’t hurt, but at least I knew I could kind of handle it.  But it also felt strange in a way if I were to pick it.  Almost like it would be a sign of disrespect to Ms. Kane if I were to choose it.  Don’t ask me why.  I know, weird, but that’s the feeling I had.  So, without contemplating anymore,  I grabbed a wooden stick that kind of resembled a ruler. 
We stood there waiting, all four of us, and not one of us saying a word.  Kevin was the only one not carrying an implement which didn’t seem to worry him in the least.  Eventually Ms. Kane walked in, looked at us, looked at what we were holding, smiled and went over to the cabinet.  She didn’t take very much time to decide.  She took the rug beater, some kind of braided loop wand, and I must admit, quite an intimidating cane.  Once again I had many thanks for not being the brute end of this situation.
She walked over to the four of us and handed Kevin his three chosen implements.  She then took a look at Lori’s paddle, Lyndsy’ brush and the stick I had selected.  ”You think you can handle this one Amy?”  She took the stick and looked in the direction of the cabinet.  ”I kind of expected you to pick the belt.”  I was looking down at my feet.  She sensed that I was confused over the belt.  How does she do that???  She then lifted my face up with her hand making sure she had my eye contact.  ”You know I love all my implements, so I wouldn’t have been upset with you if you had chosen the belt.  But if you want to challenge yourself, that’s fine with me!”   All I could do was sigh.  Of course, not visibly.
“Okay all of you get over there, line up, drop your pants and face the wall.  And Lyndsy you will stand either first or last in the line.”  Lyndsy looked at her with a puzzled frown.  She continued, “I don’t care which end you pick, because either way, I will be starting with you!”  She waited as we got in line, and dropped our pants to expose our white bottoms.  ”You will each hold your implements, and when it’s your turn you will hand it to me.  Do I make myself clear and understood??”  ”Yes ma’am.” came out of all of us almost simultaneously.  ”And you Kevin, will start with the rug beater.”  ”Yes ma’am” he replied.
I was standing between Lyndsy and Lori, so as long as I was next to Lyndsy, I was obviously second.
Ms. Kane continued, “Good!  I hope that after today all of you will realize without a doubt that I can handle four of you without an issue.  And if we get more residents, that will not be a problem in the least!”
“Hand me the brush please young lady!”……SMACK…..”Ei-yi-yi!” Lyndsy let out without restraint.  Because I was beside Lyndsy, I knew it was my turn next so Ms. Kane didn’t need to say anything to me because my hand was already reaching the stick in her direction.  ”I want you to wait until I ask you for your implement Amy.  You don’t know if I am going to spank you next!!”  I let my hand with the stick fall back into place.  ”Hand me the stick please little lady.”  A smile stretched across my lips.  She was goooood!  I handed the stick to Ms. Kane, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and …SMACK…..  If you could read my lips, I’m sure I screamed something like “Owww!!  For Pete’s sake.”  She handed me the stick again and moved on.  I glanced over to Lyndsy, and she smiled at me.  I knew what the words were unspoken, “Did that hurt??”  ”Like Hell!”
It was good that there were four of us, because we got to breathe a little easier for a few moments once she dealt us our blow.  After some time both Lyndsy and I could barely stay on our feet when Ms. Kane ‘touched’ us, and it wasn’t ‘gentle’ by any means!!  Each wallop smarted like the first.  We definitely were not smiling anymore, and we weren’t whispering, or looking at each other, or anything.  I guess we were praying that it would stop finally.  At least that was the case between Lyndsy and I.  Lori seemed like she wasn’t being too affected yet, and Kevin – Kevin was stoic. 
“This will be the last round for you girls, and you know what the last one means.  It will be the hardest.”  How the heck can it be any harder I thought!  ”And after this, you three are going to watch the rest of Kevin’s punishment.”
“Hand me the brush please!” ….SMACK!
“Hand me the stick please!”….SMACK!
“Hand me the paddle please!”…..SMACK!
“Good.  Now go over there and keep quiet.  If you start talking, giggling or anything of any vocal or disruptive nature, you will face the wall again!” 
We were too busy rubbing our behinds and watching Kevin’s punishment to even think about talking, or even looking anywhere but straight ahead. 
Kevin was amazing!  What he could handle was way out of my league, and I figured I needed to behave enough to stay on the side where I would only ever meet hand, belt, probably brush and worst scenario, the stick!  After all I was still alive!   With that, a new song started to play inside my head!  ”Where there is desire, there is going to be a flame.  Where there is a flame, someone’s bound to get burned.  But just because it burns, doesn’t mean you’re gonna die, you’ve gotta get up and try, try, try.”  Oh man, my butt was burning.  And yes, I am not going to die from it.  But the brat in me?  She’s still gonna try, try, try!!
;) Annika and co-author Lyndsy
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2013 Party Planning, Spanko Style


Fellow spankos,

I am planning to attend a few of the spanko community gatherings in the upcoming year. While I stand in awe of those hearty few who are able to attend multiple functions, I won’t have the luxury of being at all of them.

Boardwalk Badness is definitely on my calendar for 2013. I’m wondering whether the recovery effort from Sandy will still be ongoing by the time the party is held? The people and businesses there took a real beating, so I’m hopeful that this event will be held as planned.

I made a short stop in at last summer’s Chicago Crimson Moon party, and am hoping to attend this summer, as well. Yoni and the rest of the group were so friendly, and welcomed me (slightly nervous and ever-so-overwhelmed at my first spanko gathering) warmly. I’m also hoping to make it to their annual Halloween party one year.

It sounds like last year’s TASSP party was quite a hit, and I’m wondering whether to add that one to my plans, too..lots of great fun to be had in Texas!

I know that the Delco Spankos and Florida Moonshine group also hold excellent parties, as well as Shadow Lane here in Las Vegas and a few others.

I’m wondering: 

Do you attend any of the parties? 

If so, tell me about your favorites. 
If not, why?

(It should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: I’m interested in your experiences, opinions, and recommendations – but I’m not interested in any bashing of any kind. If you’re a fan of a particular group, please do tout their accolades! But if you’ve nothing nice to say – say nothing.)

Also, if you’re going to be adding of the upcoming 2013 parties to your travel schedule, let me know, and I’ll look for you there!

–  Dana

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Holiday Cheer, Blog Frequency, and True Sadism


Readers,

First, let me wish you all the most happy and relaxed of holiday seasons. Relaxation seems to be harder and harder to come by for most of us, so take time for yourselves…put your feet up…and chill. 

I’ll be doing a bit of that, myself, around Christmastime, after another wonderfully hectic year of indulging my fetish by way of professional disciplinarian-ing. 

For those long-time friends and playmates who’ve passed previous holiday seasons with me – my enormous gratitude and affection. You all enrich my life with your kind words, time, and generosity of spirit. And you all also deserve many more spankings…just on general principle.

And for new friends – thank you for finding me, and for allowing me to become a part, however small, of your lives and experiences. (You all deserve more spankings, too…by the by.)

Special thanks also to the many creative contributors to this blog. Whether you’re a story writer, contest entrant, photo sender, commenter, or regular reader, thank you. There is absolutely no way I could populate this blog without your help.


On that note, I recently received a comment about the frequency of others’ writings appearing on my blog, and the infrequency of my own. The commenter suggested that they’d like to read more from me, and less from other writers. I did address this comment, but would also like to address it to the rest of the readers of this blog.

I enjoy sharing the writings and imaginations of other spankos – and there are a whole big bunch of ’em out there who don’t maintain their own blog/site but still want to participate in the online experience. Some of our authors write prodigiously, which gives me the opportunity to share their writings often. The spanking story contests are another way in which I encourage readers to participate, by exploring their creativity – with a chance to get a ‘prize’ spanking in the arrangement. I hope, at least, that this is not only fun for the participants but also for people who enjoy reading original spanking fiction. These are not professional writers, and that’s another thing to love about the diversity of their stories.

With that said – yes, there is something in it for me. Content. 

Without the participation of a larger spanko community, this blog (excluding video updates) would likely post once or twice a week, at best. My own personal writings, such as Conversations with Spankos, Spanking PSA, and other random posts, are few and far between for a reason. 

I’m busy. A lot.

This is not a boast. I do wish, wholeheartedly, that I had more leisurely time in which to explore my thoughts and opinions and experiences. The reality is that I do not have that luxury.

So I rely heavily on other spanking enthusiasts who are willing to share of themselves on this blog. I cannot imagine that this could be a bad thing, but it is possible that there are those readers out there who have some disagreement with the content. I encourage those readers to explore the many high-quality personal spanking blogs and sites available – lots of which are linked directly in the sidebar of my blog.

(Then there are the random occurrences which cause all life and business to come to a screeching halt.)

A supposedly-simple dental appointment last week turned into a three-appointments-over-a-month root canal and crown procedure. I have had enough dental work to be completely convinced at this point that each and every doctor of dentistry is a natural-born sadist. 
Who else could look you in the eye and say ‘take a deep breath’ while sticking a needle in your gums?

So I am behind. Again. A little. But blame it on my dentist – I’d much rather be spanking.

Love,
Dana

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‘The Reformatory’ Part Two

Enjoy part two of ‘The Reformatory’, by Annika and Lyndsy! Much more to come from these two talented authors…

The Reformatory part II
”Are you ok Lyndsy??”  I asked.  She turned and looked at me with the biggest smile on her face ever. 
“Oh man!!!  When does it stop hurting??” she asked as she rubbed her bottom.  ”Well, I will tell you when I know myself!”, I replied.  “Hey, I thought this wasn’t your first spanking?”….”It wasn’t, but I have never EVER got a spanking like this one was!”  I looked right at her, “Soooo?  Are you still on probation??”  She laughed and replied, “Nope!!  Hey, we aren’t grounded, let’s kick this place and go out!!” 
She was right.  We were free to leave the house at almost any time.  Of course we had to be back at dinnertime for the most part, and definitely for the night, but besides that we were responsible for our own time management.  All of us had jobs which usually occupied our time during the day, so we usually weren’t home until dinner. 
When Lyndsy and I were not together we used technology to keep in touch.  We chatted a lot during the daytime, which made it very difficult for me to focus on work.  Mostly we taunted and dared each other to do different things or say different things towards many different situations, like work mates, or others who annoyed us, but more often than not it was in regards to handling things at the reformatory.  Because of that, the conversations during dinner sometimes took some strange turns as we deliberately interposed comments that we had mentioned previously and privately to each other, and this would trigger some kind of reaction from one of us.  
Lyndsy looked at me first with that little dare in her eyes, then said to Ms. Kane, “Do you like to sing Ms. Kane??”….”Yes Lyndsy.  Actually I do.  But not in public though.”  Lyndsy started to giggle, and looked back to me, ”Maybe you should sing your new song to her, Amy?”  I kicked Lyndsy under the table as hard as I could.  ”Yeowww!”  was her vocal reaction, although it was a little put on.  Ms. Kane looked at Lyndsy with curious eyes, then at me with more of a frown.  Right then the phone rang in her office so she excused herself and went out to answer it.
“What the heck are you two doing??” Kevin asked us as soon as she left the room.  ”What do you mean?” I answered as Lyndsy said at the same time, “We just asked her a question!  Why is that a problem?” 
“The only thing you are asking for is a sound spanking!  The two of you have been talking in round about  ways pretty much since you arrived here.   I’m just telling you to rethink your strategy a little better.”  ”What strategy?  We are not trying to get into trouble with it.”  I innocently replied.  ”Yeah that’s what I tell myself too” Lori pointed out.  ”Just remember one VERY important thing!!!  Ms. Kane never forgets anything!  And I mean NEVER!”
Ms. Kane entered the dining room and we all focused on our eating again. 
As Ms. Kane sat down she asked, “Amy, do you write songs??”  Lyndsy almost choked on her bite of food.  ”No, Ms. Kane.  I just like music.”  Ms. Kane continued, ”Me too.  I really enjoy a good song.  And I guess you didn’t know that I like to dance as well?”  Lyndsy stood up literally choking this time, *Cough* *cough* *cough*  “I’m sorry.  I have to be excused” and with that she ran off.  So there I was, not knowing what to do next, and left there by myself to try to continue with dinner without coughing any up myself!   I was really hoping, but pretty much knew Ms. Kane could probably see that I was struggling.   I mean, severely struggling.  As the moments slowly went by, my eyes started to water, and my stomach tensed up so tight because I was trying to hold it together without cracking up uncontrollably!  It’s got to be the hardest thing to do when you feel you need to be serious!!!  And it’s not that we had any problems with the fact that Ms. Kane liked to sing and dance, it’s just that me and Lyndsy had been texting about it earlier.   We were just saying something like,  ‘Let’s sing a song!  That can’t be wrong!’  And I think Lyndsy’ reply was, ‘Let’s not, and say we did.’  And then I suggested we could even invite Ms. Kane to sing along with us.  To which we both agreed it should be something that wouldn’t get us into any kind of trouble whatsoever.   
All this was going through my head, in my own little world, when Ms. Kane pipes up, “Is something wrong Amy?  You seem a little distracted or maybe not feeling well?”  Lori blurts kind of sassily, ”Yeah, maybe you should go to Ms. Kane’s office and take a nap on her couch!”  “I’m fine, really.  And I think I’ll just take a nap in my bed.  Thanks so much for your concern though Lori.”  Kevin turned his head towards me, hiding his face with his right hand so that Ms. Kane couldn’t see his lips moving.  Without a word he said, ‘You two are so doomed!’  I smiled back at him sending him a look that could be easily translated into something such as, ‘You think?!’
He was right – we were doomed.  There was little doubt about that.  But we had no idea when Ms. Kane would actually react or how.  Of course there was the weekly session to always “look forward” to, but after she announced that we were finished with the probationary period, or “the second chance” period, she could pursue a punishment at any given time.  I felt like I was swimming in a very deep ocean, no life jacket, no seeing a safe place nearby to swim to, and having these swarming sharks pressing in all around me.  I had no idea how to get out of this situation now.   And even without trying, I just seemed to fall deeper into “the abyss”. 
Ms. Kane didn’t react that night.  Lyndsy’ thoughts were we really were not that bad, and that technically, we were “cute” about it all and how we were handling this bratty side that we both let emerge.  Not to mention how we fed off each others natural ability to connect in this way.  I wasn’t that sure Ms. Kane would see it that way, but I definitely couldn’t deny that we were having a lot of fun!!  And even in moments when we didn’t know how she would react, Ms. Kane couldn’t help but smile at our tendencies at times!!!
The next day was fairly normal to us.  We carried on in our texting as per usual.  This time we had been chatting about inviting Ms. Kane to a Karaoke bar with us, so that she could show us publicly how she was able to both sing and dance.  We had our giggles and laughs.  I had to stifle myself at work so many times, because Lyndsy kept cracking me up, and my co-workers wanted to know what I was laughing at!!!  I couldn’t DARE tell them where I was staying or what happened to us in the reformatory!!!  
We got through our day, none the less affected by our connection.  Dinnertime however, had a little different twist to it than usual. 
At some point while we were munching down with casual conversation over dinner, Ms. Kane stood up, walked over to us, and put a phone directly in front of me, and one directly in front of Lyndsy.  At least it kind of looked like a phone.  Our noses and cheeks scrunched up on one side as we looked at each other, because what she placed in front of us was definitely not a smart phone in ANY way!!!  My guess was that they probably wouldn’t even recognize the cell phone signal never mind place a call!!   
Ms. Kane was slow in her actions, and she was very calm.  After setting the phones down, she reached her hands towards us, one in front of me, one in front of Lyndsy, with her palms facing up.  “Phones please.” was her remark.  I looked at the phones on the table and considered taking one of them and placing it back in her hand, and a big smile came across my face!  I thought I was hiding it, but immediately Ms. Kane voiced, “I don’t mean those phones sweetheart.  I mean your smartphones.”  Lyndsy kicked me again.  As a matter of fact, I had more bruises from her kicking then after the spanking I had received that last Sunday.  I abided by the calm demand.  Then she looked at Lyndsy.  “Same for you missy!”   Once she had our phones, OUR PHONES, she went back to her seat and started back at dinner like nothing had just happened.
Personally, I don’t delete messages.  I felt my phone was my personal possession forever, so I didn’t worry about it.  Lyndsy never either, because she knew that if she was accused of something, she could scroll back and double check if that was the case, or if something was misinterpreted, to get her out of a situation.  Sad thing is, Ms. Kane knew how to get inside our message logs.  I swallowed hard and whispered to Lyndsy, ”This is not good.”  “Yeah.  Tell me about it.  I think I need to make a run to find JD!!!”  ”Good!”  I replied.  “That means JD will be pointed at, and not me!!”  
“Seems it’s not us who are in trouble for once!” Lori said to Kevin.  ”Yes!  Since they moved in, I actually think we have been behaving very well!” Kevin replied with a corny twisted tone to his voice.
We had to sit there, all of us, as Ms. Kane was reading our phone messages me and Lyndsy sent to each other.  We tried to swallow our dinner, but each bite had a really hard time to get past our throat.  She would look up once in a while and just looked from me or Lyndsy to the other, with a slight smirk that neither of us knew how to take, making sure we got her eye contact, and then lowered her head to continue reading. 
I certainly started to feel the heat built up inside of me!  My cheeks felt as if they had been sunburned, and my mouth got very dry.  Literally I had to swallow each little bite with a gulp of water.
Ms. Kane looked at us again.  Each moment seemed like minutes!  She didn’t say a word, which was the scariest part of it all!  We couldn’t even hold the eye contact for a second, so we both just looked at our food and tried to refocus.  She stood up and left the kitchen, and both of our jaws stopped.  Our eyes followed her without looking directly at her.
“Awww, are you nervous girls?  You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something?”  Kevin laughed sarcastically, but controlled it at the moment Ms. Kane returned to the dining room.  ”Lori, Kevin, I want you two to either go upstairs or you can leave the house.  It’s up to you.”  Both of them chose to leave the house, but before exiting, Lori managed to whisper to us, ”I want details later!  Oh, and good luck!” 
As soon as the two left the dining room Ms. Kane started up, “Well, it is going to take me some time to get through all of these messages you two have collaborated together the past few days.  You both get this place cleaned up, and I will be in my office reading!!  When you are done, you decide who will come in to see me first.”  With that she turned and walked away.
We both looked at each other.  ”I guess you’re thrilled you have a sitting job hey Amy?!”  Lyndsy quietly said, but with a loud giggle.  ”Well, I am relieved that I can raise my desk, so I can also stand up while working!“  I replied with a big sigh.
We started to clean up, and because we are smart, we didn’t hurry at all.  The plates have never been as clean as the day they were bought!  And we just happened to find all these unkempt spots all over the kitchen that just so happened to need cleaning!  But, in reality, this only delayed the punishment by a mere few minutes.   It did not remove it.
“I’m the youngest, so you should take responsibility and go first” I piped up.  Lyndsy laughed, “Oh my dear Amy, it’s exactly why you should go first, because you are the youngest!  There are better chances for you to learn from a spanking at your age, so really, honestly, I believe it in your best interests that you go first.”  “I was first the last time Lyndsy!!”….”That is true, but….  Oh, what the heck.  I’m a fair person.  Lets flip a coin.”  I liked the idea actually, ”Fine!  Heads or tails?”  ”Tails!” Lyndsy chose as I threw the coin in the air and let it drop to the floor.  It seemed like it never wanted to stop spinning, and as we watched in anticipation, it stopped with the heads up!!!  Sigh…..”Fine….. I will go first.”  ”Feel free to take some of my spanking as well!” she said with a blink and a sassy smirk!
I slowly walked down the hall and knocked at Ms. Kane’s office door.  “Come in.”  I carefully stepped inside.  Ms. Kane was sitting in the same spot as the last time I was before her – behind her desk.  Laying directly in front of her she had our phones displayed neatly, and along side of them a brown leather belt.  My insides were restless and it came out through my hands.  They went from scratching my arms, to my head, to my hair until I managed to cross my arms at which I was hoping would prevent them from moving anywhere else.   Then, I got a shiver as I wondered if Ms. Kane thought maybe my posture might indicate that I’m not open to receive any kind of lecture.  But then again, my facial expression had to of indicated that I was very aware of her attentiveness, and very open to pay attention to everything she was going to tell me!….  And do to me!
“So young lady, I must admit, this has been somewhat of an interesting read” she said as she continued to keep my eye contact.  “Sit down.”  I slumped with my arms still crossed.  “Did you think I wouldn’t notice your little innuendo’s that you and Lyndsy have going on?”  ”Umm, no ma’am.”  ”Oh.  So you did want me to find out.  Interesting.”  ”Well, I guess I assumed you would clue in sooner or later” I shyly added.  ”Amy, I can barely hear you.  Speak up please.  You had the courage enough to write all of this to Lyndsy, so have the courage to say it to me as well.”   “Yes ma’am” I barely fumbled out.  
”You and Lyndsy have really hit it off, and seem to be on the same page with your little bratty ideas and instigating.”  ”Yes.  We did actually click right away.”  ”Do you two think of me as just a joke around here?”  My eyes got big, ”No, no, no.  I swear!  I would never even consider that ma’am.  We would never talk or, or write that much, about you if, if we didn’t see you as someone, umm, someone important enough to spend our time  and, and attention with.”  I tragically fumbled for words.  ”Relax Amy.  I know that.  I just noticed that the two of you like to get carried away with the giggling and sarcasm and jokes between the two of you.”  
She paused for a moment, but it seemed like eternity.  “Maybe you won’t be laughing so often when I’m done with you.”  ”Umm, probably not ma’am” I tried to answer respectively.  ”Well, I suppose you’ve noticed that I have found my old belt, and I won’t lie to you, this little piece of leather is going to hurt.  A  lot!  That little child inside of you has been coming out of it’s shell a little too much now, and that means it’s you, the adult you, that will have to face the consequences.”   ”Yes ma’am.  I understand” I said trying to convince myself.
“Good answer.  Now get those pants off.  Oh, and since you haven’t tasted the belt yet, I will be kind enough to give you a warm up.  However, it will have to be on your bare bottom.”
I stood up slowly, uncrossed my arms finally, undid and dropped my pants and slowly went over to her.  The adrenaline was racing intensely inside of me, which made my whole body quiver.  She took me by my hand, looked directly into my eyes and then slowly guided me over her lap without losing a moment of eye contact.  I shook my head.  ”Why are you shaking you head” she asked?  ”Because…  because I am so stupid!”  ”Oh Amy, you are not stupid.  You are a little brat, but you are not stupid” she said as she continued to lower me over her lap.  Then she started the smacking.  You definitely could call it a warm up, because my bottom certainly was burning very quick.  
First the rhythm was slow, but turned into a faster rhythm after 10 strokes or so.  She kept going for quite some time until I finally began to moan.  She rubbed my bottom for a minute.  ”I wonder how you will respond to the belt now little missy.  You are basically unaffected so far.  Stand up.”  I stood up without a pause and rubbed my bottom.  It was burning and literally sore already.  I looked up at her with big puppy sad eyes, and she smartly smiled back at me.  “Amy, don’t look at me that way.  It won’t get you out of trouble no matter how cute you may try to be, and it definitely won’t prevent the rest of this punishment.”  She paused and then pointed towards her desk.  “Go over there and bend over it.”
I gulped, hesitated momentarily as I considered what to say in defense, and then just did what she told me to. 
Again she gently rubbed my bottom, as if she was trying to find the right spot to hit, and then spoke as she continued, ”There was something I couldn’t quite understand from your messages.  That song you were thinking of the other night, I’d really like to hear it.”  I couldn’t help but let out a little giggle.  ”I’m sorry.  Honest, I am not laughing at you Ms. Kane.  But I, I… I just can’t sing it to you.”  And the first stinging hit landed square on my bottom.  “Owww!!”   I halfway moaned and laughed, which only made the belt hit my bottom again, and again.  Then she stopped.  ”I’m still waiting to hear that song.”  I had to contest now, ”But it’s, it’s really not my song.  Or, ah, it’s not intended for me.”  ”I don’t care who it’s intended for.  I still want to hear it.”
The belt swung again as she finished talking.  “Oww, please, no ma’am.”  I still halfway moaned and laughed, not that it didn’t hurt, but because she was playing with my mind.  Inside that head of mine I was singing EXACTLY that song, and no, it wasn’t intended for me!  I was not even close to being the person who should sing that song in front of Ms. Kane.  I didn’t even know if the right one dared.  ”I will spank you with this belt until you start singing that song Amy.”  
So…. I started to sing…… “I’m bulletproof.  Nothing to lose” ….SMACK…. ”Oww!  Fire away.  Fire away. Ricochet.  You take your aim.”….SMACK…”Owww!!   Fire away.  Fire away.  You shoot me down, but I won’t fall.  I am titanium.”…..SMACK…. And with that I literally burst out laughing!!  ”It’s not a song for me, ma’am.  I am not titanium!!”  She questioned, “Who is?”  ”I don’t know.” …SMACK…. ”Yeowwwww!!”   ”Don’t you lie to me!!  Who was this song for?”  ”Kevin.” I barely whispered.  …SMACK… ”I told you to speak up when you talk to me Amy.”…..”KEVIN!!”
She folded the belt neatly and placed it on her desk again.  I was still standing in the same position.  She bent over and looked at me from the other side of the desk, and I looked right back at her.  ”I like your sense of humor, but I can assure you that Kevin isn’t titanium either!  But honestly, I do think he would like that song!  So if I ever hear HIM singing it to me, I will drag YOU in here, and repeat this spanking!  Do I make myself clear??”  My eyes got big again, ”Very.  Very clear, ma’am.”  ”Good girl.  Now go over there to the corner and face the wall.  Lyndsy might as well get a glimpse of you, so she will know what to expect.”  I HAD to make a comment, so I said, ”But she doesn’t have a song, Ms. Kane.”  I didn’t expect to hear the reply I did.  ”Don’t you worry about that sweetheart.  Lyndsy might not have a song, but she has a little friend I’ve come to be aware of and has been referred to so discretely by the two of you as JD.”
Damn!!!  We did write about that as well!!

;) Annika aka Amy and co-author Lyndsy
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Conversations with Spankos (Ch. 13) Tickle Torture

Readers,

The subject of Boundaries came up in recent visits with one of my wonderful NYC playmates. He’s quite ticklish, you see, and I have an extremely difficult time – every time – in not tickling him mercilessly. 

I do believe that tickling is one of the purest forms of torture, given that the receiver is never really in any pain whatsoever, yet at the same time would likely sign over his or her firstborn if you’d only stop with the tickling.

This does not stop me from coming ever-so-close to crossing that boundary with my playmate.

Nor does the fact that I, too, am extremely, painfully ticklish.

I readily admit that, on the occasion of our most recent meeting, my poor and tickle-shocked playmate looked me directly in the eye and implored that I please, for the love of all things good and gentle, not tickle him this time. Please.

I finally managed to control my sadistic impulse, and we passed a lovely time of spanking, scolding, and stimulating conversation.

However, I cannot promise that it won’t happen again. Why? It’s not that I don’t respect my playmate’s boundaries – I honestly and genuinely do – but it’s just so damn hard to not slide my fingernails down his hips between spankings. There, I’ve said it. It’s completely selfish. I am hoping for strength on this subject.

Tickling is a boundary, and if I tickle this particular playmate then I’ve crossed his boundary.

Obviously, while tickling may not seem to you an unpardonable crime, boundaries come in all forms; many people have intensity and implement limits, lots of us have opinions on things like restraint, humiliation, and role-plays.

My question for you other spankos is this: How cognizant are you of your playmates’ boundaries? And how often are we compelled to cross them?

What, in your opinion, constitutes Unacceptable Boundary Behavior?

–  Dana

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Winner of the ‘Fellow Bloggers’ contest!


Readers,

I’m grateful to my ‘Fellow Bloggers’ for entering this contest and helping me get the word out about DanaKaneSpanks.com. The winner (chosen randomly, literally from a hat) will receive either a free spanking session with me or ten free video downloads (his or her choice). 

Let’s all congratulate Isobel at:


The English Vice ! 

Isobel is a spanking fiction writer, and samples of her work may be found on her site. I’m sure that most of my readers who enjoy spanking writing will be glad to find The English Vice.

My sincerest thanks to all who participated in the contest (and helped me advertise!) and to those who were kind enough to cross-post as non-contestants, too – please take a few minutes to check out the links below, which will take you to each poster’s article on their websites.

– Dana

Malflic.com

Kristian Comes Undone

Dark Secret Spanking

Angel Spanked

Femdom Times

Erica Scott – Life, Love and Spanking

Femdom Resource

Ganja Vibes

Sissy Maid Tiffani

Someone’s Gonna Get It


Also, Marcus over at Spanking Tube was kind enough to add a bit on my new DVD release “Auntie Dana’s Naughty Nieces” to his site. The article is linked below:

SpankingTube.com News Article

(If I missed your post, please do send along the link!   – Dana)

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‘The Reformatory’ Part One

Readers,

Many more thanks to Annika, one of our favorite new authors, for her story of Amy, ‘Historie’.
Here again, Annika takes us on a lovely spanking adventure – this time with help from her writing partner, Lyndsy. I’m sure you’ll enjoy ‘The Reformatory’…

  –  Dana


The REFORMATORY
I used to walk around in this world believing I was the only one who had weird thoughts about misbehaving and the possible consequences of that.   My inner demons, or maybe just my inner child, struggled to get out all the time.   I suppressed those ideas, or needs because I was not a child anymore.  However, the needs were so strong that I often had problems functioning in the correct ways expected by society.  Especially when it came to authority figures like teachers, social workers, police and so on.  They all triggered this desire to misbehave.  To test.  To be bratty.  I never responded to normal problem solving, like talking sense or being lectured.   In fact when they tried, I usually thought of different ways to cross the line even more, and that always made me smile during these so called disciplinary discussions.
Anyways, one day my social worker stopped in the middle of one of these useless conversations and informed me that they have had it.  If I wouldn’t respond to anything that they offered, they would have to place me into a new reformatory where there was an old-fashioned approach to behavioral adjustments.
Well, seriously, I thought it kind of sounded like a fun place to be, so I just replied, ”Go ahead.  I don’t care”.
Before I knew it, I was moved into this reformatory.  It looked more like a very big house.  It had 4 levels.  A basement (fully equipped with several of social games like billiards, videogames and so on),  the ground floor (living room, dining room, kitchen and offices), first floor (sleeping areas, bathrooms) and second floor (also sleeping areas).
The headmistress, or whatever you call her, greeted me promptly on my arrival.  She looked friendly enough, and definitely had the perfect authoritarian charisma I loved to challenge.  Already in that  first moment I saw her, my inner child was jumping ridiculously inside!
“Hello.  You may refer to me as Ms. Kane.  And welcome to my place.”  Kane, I thought, what a perfect name!  ”Hi.  I’m Amy.” 
“The first thing I will do is show you around the house, and then it would be appropriate to talk about the rules around here, so you know what I expect from you and anyone else who is here to stay”  I just smiled and nodded in agreement.
She showed me to my room, which I found out I would soon be sharing with another “misbehaved” tenant.  “Your roommate is moving in tomorrow, so you get to choose which bed you’d like.” 
I never had a roommate, so this could be interesting.  Even more so if this person would be someone that I could relate to and be comfortable with.
“At the moment there are two other residents living here besides you.  They are not at home right now, but you will be able to meet them at dinnertime.”  I just kept following her saying nothing.  ”When your roommate arrives tomorrow there will be three girls and one boy, which I actually didn’t expect.”   She looked at me with a little glimmer in her eye and continued,  ”I thought it was the boys who didn’t know how to behave”  she said as she winked at me.  She turned and started to walk again.  ”But then again, we just opened and we are just getting started here.  And whether it’s a girl or boy, I am very observant, and can see through them and their little ingenuities fairly quickly.”  I thought she was being funny, but I don’t think she intended to be, but I sensed I probably shouldn’t start to laugh right at that moment.  Somehow I figured it was one of the unwritten rules, “NEVER laugh at Ms. Kane, when she is serious”!
After we toured the house, we went to her office and she asked me to sit down. 
“Well, like I said, you will meet Lori and Kevin tonight.  They have been here for some time, and they have received, should I say, a lot of firm guidance from me.  We are not quite there yet, not where I expect their behavior to be,  but if you ever doubt that I don’t mean serious business here, feel free to talk with them.”
She continued, “Amy, you realize, if you knew how to behave, you wouldn’t be here.  I do expect you to cross the lines now and then and you will learn quickly that every action results in a REaction!”  I wiggled in my chair a little.  “There will be no drinking of alcohol.  No smoking.  No lying or cheating.  And definitely no disrespect in my house!  I also expect you to participate in keeping it a functional place, meaning, you will help out in this household.  These are all part of my requirements for maintaining an appropriate setting for you to learn from.  You are allowed to voice your opinions, and you can even argue your concerns if you feel the need.  BUT, if I say stop, you stop!   Is that clear??”
Finally she stopped talking, and I carefully let out a, ”Yes, ma’am” 
“Good.  Well, I think you will like it here.”  I looked around searching for any evidence, or hints of her disciplinary ways to know what to expect.  And even though there were none visible, I had no doubt that she would have some kind of “learning” implements stashed somewhere.  
She observed me pondering the room and said, “I assume you were informed that we practice old-fashioned behavior modification therapy here?”  I looked at her and nodded.  ”Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”….”Yes, ma’am”
“Very good.  For now I will let you unpack, and get settled, and then you are going to help me and our chef, Mr. Johnson, to make dinner.”
I went to my room and organized my things.  I checked the window to see if there was any escape possibilities.  Not that I wanted to leave, I just figured it might be a bit of good knowledge to have.  The window in the bathroom could be useful.  You would be able to jump out on the roof, slide down and jump down to the street.  I wondered also about hiding places.  I would probably find some with time, but for now I wanted to see how this would turn out. 
When I was done, I went downstairs to help out in the kitchen.  I loved to cook, so this was a chore I didn’t mind to have.
At dinnertime I had the pleasure of meeting Lori and Kevin.  They seemed very polite and well behaved, and so I wondered why they still lived here.  Not for long though….
“Lori is that a new shirt you got there?”  Ms. Kane questioned.  ”Um….yes.  But I didn’t buy it on credit.”…..”Well good for you.  Did you really need that shirt??”….”Ahh….nooo….but, it only cost me 10 dollars.  It went from 20 to 10 so it was a really good deal”…..”Lori do I need to remind you that you owe the credit card companies money??  And that 10 dollars could have been used to bring that debt down?”…..”But I also need clothes to wear Ms. Kane.”  Kevin started to laugh, but instantly stopped when Ms. Kane looked firmly at him.  Lori smiled as well and I immediately knew I was in the right place. 
“Okay, I think dinner is over.  I expected more from the two of you tonight.  You should be setting a good example to Amy, and not be showing her how to get into trouble.”…..”Sorry Ms. Kane.” they both said at the same time.
I was struggling not to laugh.  This was hilarious.  I was finding it hard to take for real.  Are they really trying to be that obedient?  I wondered how things would be once my new roommate was here too.  I was really looking forward to meeting her.
That night I could hear smacking sounds from downstairs.  Ms. Kane definitely used something more than just her bare hand, and I felt a deep respect towards Lori, who I could hear was the receiver of the spanking.  If Kevin got any that night I don’t know. 
The next morning I woke up with a lot of energy.  I was so excited to see what the day would bring, along with getting to meet my roommate.  It was Friday, and I didn’t have to work that day, so I was home.  Both Lori and Kevin again behaved very well during breakfast.  Lori seemed to sit a bit uncomfortably but managed it through.  I just observed and listened to the things they were talking about, and was actually surprised with the light atmosphere. 
“So Amy, what are you up to today??” Ms. Kane asked me.  ”Umm…I don’t really know yet.  I’m looking forward to meeting my roommate though.”….”Ah yes.  I think you two might have some things in common.” 
Lori and Kevin had things to do during the day, so most of the time they were gone.
Before leaving Kevin smiled at me and said “Don’t be afraid.  She won’t break you in two.  Knowing that, maybe I will teach you a thing or two if you dare want to play.”  He winked at me and left.
Oh boy.  A dare!  That always triggers something inside of me.
When my new roommate arrived I stayed in our room and waited.  She obviously had gotten the same tour and speech, and was now being shown to our room.  ”Lyndsy, this is Amy, and she will be your roommate.  Amy arrived yesterday, so you are both quite new here” Ms. Kane looked at me and said, “Amy I expect you to help Lyndsy to settle in and feel welcomed here.  The two of you will probably be spending a lot of time together, so respect each other and help each other, okay??”….”Yes, ma’am” I smiled at Lyndsy and she smirked back.  We had an immediate connection just through the glitter in our bratty eyes.
“Good.  I will be downstairs if there is anything either of you need.” 
“So what speech did you get??” I asked my new roommate.  ”Something about behaving.  No drinking….and then she lost me there!” she started to laugh.  ”I might be in trouble already!”  She said as she pulled a little bottle of JD out from her bag.  ”This is my friend Jack, and I like to spend time with him once in awhile.  I surely didn’t expect that would be a problem, or rule.  I mean, we ARE adults, soo…”…..”Don’t worry.  I won’t tell, and I won’t drink it”  She laughed again, ”Good to know!  Then you can be my new BFF!!!  Brattiest Favorite Friend!!”  We both laughed for a few moments.
Then Lyndsy looked at me a little more serious and said, “So, ah, does she mean it??”…..”What?”…..”Does she like really spank??”….”Well, I think she does.  I mean Lori surely got something last night”….”Really?  You could hear it??  Or see it???”…..”No not see it, but definitely heard it!” 
“Oh man!!!  I’ve never been spanked in my life,  but am a 100% brat!!  A sneaky never caught brat”  I smiled so big inside, yet I just knew that this relationship between the two us had the potential to turn out really bad.  But it was so easy to talk with her.  And her brattiness seemed innocent, much like mine.
She then asked me, “How about you?  Ever had a spanking before??”……”Yes”…..”Did it hurt?”….”I don’t really remember.  I would say yes, and no”…..”Hmm.  Well, I guess if she is ever going to spank me, she will probably take it easy.  Or at least should.  Yeah she will.  Because I’m just an “innocent” kind of a brat”… I had to laugh at that and replied “I’m not sure it works that way Lyndsy.”
“By the way, there’s a guy here, Kevin, you’ll meet him later.  He wanted to teach me a thing or two and I’m guessing it’s about bratting, if I dared”….”Really?  Awesome!  Think I can join??”….”I guess so.”
She unpacked her things, and looked for a hiding place for that little bottle of JD…..”What do you think?  Do you think I need to hide it?”  I shrugged my shoulders, ”I wouldn’t be caught with it to find out”…..”Hey, I could make it obvious, place it in the living room with a note on it saying something like, ‘ITS NOT MINE, but keep your fingers away from it’.  Do you think that would work?”….”I guess it depends on what you want to achieve?  You could put it into some container that doesn’t look like a liquor bottle.  Like a Tupperware container or something?”….”Good thinking!  You are a smart brat!!  I could use you on MY side.”
We went downstairs and found a suitable container for Lyndsy’ JD. “I don’t really drink this too often” she said,  “but it’s just nice to know that JD is around if I need him or if I should get into trouble.  You know, the blame it on JD kind of excuse.  But then again, now with you here, I could just point at you and say, ‘she made me do it!’”   She smiled at me, but I immediately replied, ”Go ahead, but I might point back”  We both giggled as she tried to not spill a drop as she poured.
It was dinnertime and we were all gathered again.  Lyndsy and I sat next to each other.  So it was really difficult to stay focused on the conversations, because every time something was said, that could mean a lot of other things, she kicked me, but I kicked back.  At one point Ms. Kane was looking at us with a quite serious expression on her face, so we both put on our innocent look and tried to control our self.  It definitely wasn’t easy!  It was so hard not to bust a gut laughing out loud!
Somehow we managed to get through the dinner.  In the kitchen Kevin, Lyndsy and I had to do the dishes. 
“Kevin did you ever get spanked with this??” Lyndsy showed him a wooden spoon as she smacked it into her palm.  ”I have broken plenty of wooden spoons my dear!  Does that answer your question?”…..”What is the worst thing you have been spanked with?”  She said as she pulled out a wooden spatula.  At that moment Ms. Kane came to the kitchen, so we all smartened up our work and kept quiet.  ”What were you three talking about??”…..”Lyndsy was just interested to hear about my experiences….with…..ahh….cooking.  Yeah.  That’s what it was.” Kevin replied. 
I started to cough to prevent laughing out loud.  ”Yes and it turns out he advised us he is a master with wooden mixing spoons” Lyndsy followed up.   I kept coughing because I was ready to lose it.  Ms. Kane looked at me, “Amy, do you need a hand?”…. ”Oh oh.  The offering of the hand is the first warning” Kevin said, and he had to laugh now.  He knew that he just crossed a line with that sentence, yet he didn’t seem scared, and even more expectant.  “Go to my office right now!   I’ve had it with you young man.   I have asked you to be a role model to the new residents, and this is not the way!  Off you go!!” 
She looked at us. “You two are going to finish up in here, and then it’s straight to bed!”….”Yes ma’am”
She went to her office where Kevin was waiting. 
Lyndsy and I just looked at each other and started to giggle.  “I don’t know about you Lyndsy, but somehow I’m not sure that this place will get the best out of us”….”What do you mean, maybe this is the best part of us finally being able to be expressed??!!”
We finished up and went to our room.  Once again you could hear the sound of a severe spanking downstairs.  ”How does he do it?  It almost sounds as if he is laughing sometimes.  Do you think it’s for real?”….”Well, why don’t you go downstairs and take a peek Amy?”….”Yeah right!!  On the other hand it might be wise to receive a spanking after Kevin, because I’m sure she must be tired!”….”I dare you!” Lyndsy said encouragingly.  “Ahhh, I don’t know.  I don’t want to get caught being curious.” 
The spanking sound seemed to have stopped.  We both listened quietly for a minute.  Lyndsy says, “I wonder if he’s dead, or just broken?” and her eyes got big with a huge smirk on her face.  “You better not go spy now, you would be caught for sure!!!”  We both laughed at each other but also knew there was a sense of uncertainty in our future.
Shortly after, there was a knock on our door.  Our eyes got big, and we got serious, and both had a look of worry.   We both replied, “Yes??” 
Kevin came into our room.  “I am here to apologize to the two of you for encouraging bratty behavior.  I must also warn you that it won’t pay off to be bratty here.   There is very little fun bratty, but very much irritating bratty to Ms. Kane.  So, even though she told me to tell you that, I would suggest personally that you brat carefully!!”  He winked at us as he turned to leave.  As he got to the door he looked back and said, ”Oh yeah and I just broke another implement of hers.  Chaching!  One less to worry about!!”  We all giggled, but underneath there was a lot more concern as to how much to expose our brattiness.
The next day Lyndsy and I tried to behave ourselves, and we succeeded for the most part, but it was mostly due to the fact we weren’t together most of time.   That night we had a lot to talk about.  ”So who do you think will get the first spanking, you or me??”, Lyndsy asked.  ”Well if she finds your JD you most definitely will”….”Nah, won’t happen.  Not something she would concern herself over.  Maybe she will never feel the need to spank us.  I mean, we’re bratty, but we’re ‘cute’ about it.  We’re not rude or ignorant.”  I quickly answered,  “Umm, yeah, but it’s still bratting, and I think she is keeping track and just waiting for the right moment.”
Lori knocked and came into our room.  ”So are you excited about tomorrow??” she said in a real uppity tone.  ”Tomorrow??” I questioned.  ”Yes.  You know, the weekly session?”…..”The weekly what??” I asked further.  ”Oh, ah, I guess she hasn’t told you about that…oops.  Oh well, good luck anyways.  Sweet dreams you two.”  And then she was gone.  We looked at each other.  Lyndsy says, ”I didn’t like the sound of that.  Wonder what that’s all about.  What ever.  You moved in before me, so I guess you will be the first to find out!!  Oh, and even better, you can just tell her tomorrow that the two of us have a mutual agreement that you will take any of my necessary disciplinary actions as well!!”  She laughed.  “Lyndsy, I am not taking yours, but I will be here to be fully supportive when you come crawling up the stairs”  We again smiled at each other, but our concern was intense.  Neither of us got that much sleep that night. 
Now it was Sunday.  During breakfast, Ms. Kane told me that she wanted to see me in her office right after I was through with eating and cleaning up.   Lyndsy kicked me and chuckled in an undertone, ”I won!”…..”And Lyndsy, as soon as Amy and I are done, you will immediately see me next!”…..I kicked Lyndsy back and whispered with my hand hiding my mouth, “Remember to breathe during the spank!”……”Ahh, she will be too tired to spank me after she is done with you missy” she whispered back.  I couldn’t hold a giggle in no matter how hard I tried, which earned me a very strict look from Ms. Kane.  I had to look down because I was so ready to burst out with more than a giggle out of nervousness.
So here I was, in her office again.  I was really anxious this time.  I could feel how I blushed, and my heart was beating faster.   She came in and sat down on the other side of the desk.  I tried to look anywhere but.
“So Amy, how are you?”….”Umm, I’m fine” I choked out.  ”Good.  Well I haven’t told you about this yet, but I request a weekly session with each of my residents.  The biggest reason I haven’t said anything is because I wanted to observe you as who you are, how you react, or act on your own.  If you knew that you were going to see me today, you would have behaved very differently.  This session is used to give you a clean sheet to start a new week.  You might not think I’ve been watching you, but really, you are not that hard to read.”  She gave me a smile.  ”Like now, I can see that you are nervous, but your eyes also carry a sparkle of excitement.”….I looked down….”Don’t be embarrassed about that, I don’t mind.  You and Lyndsy have a quite good connection going on.  In fact, I’m not sure it was such a good idea to place the two of you in the same room.  It might not be to your best benefit.”….”I’m glad you did, because I like her.  A lot.” I immediately jumped in.  ”Yes I realize that, but you two are risking a lot by egging each other on.  I do have limits, and I only tolerate those comments from anyone for a certain amount of time”…..”We…  Well…  I will try to behave?”…..”Only try??”…..And again, darn it, my nervousness made it so that I couldn’t help smiling…..”Amy I want you to tell me, so that you realize what just went through your head and what made you smile!”….”Umm…..I think…..I guess….”  Ms. Kane cut in, ”No, no, no.  You don’t guess.  You tell the truth!!”…..”Okay.  I was just telling myself that I am going to sit here again next Sunday either way, so why behave all the time?”….”Hmm, well that’s up to you.  But, there is a big difference between getting a hand spanking and a spanking with, let’s say the belt!  I think you should consider yourself lucky that you haven’t been here a whole week yet, so today you will only receive a 5 minute hand spanking.”  5 minutes?  That didn’t sound that bad.  But then again, what did I know.  It had been ages since my last spanking.
Ms. Kane stood up and went over to a nearby couch.  She sat down, looked at me, and slapped two times on her thigh, indicating without words, that I should get over her lap now.  Again I couldn’t help smiling, and looking at her, my eyebrows raised with that “are you serious” look.  ”Amy, I will add 1 minute to your spanking every time you smile at me like that.  Get over here, now.”  I went over to her and got over her lap.  I closed my eyes and waited. 
“Amy, take this, and keep an eye on it” as she handed me an hourglass.  “When the 5 minutes are done, you let me know”  SMACK…”Yeow!” I said to myself inwardly.  ”Go ahead turn it around.  Let’s not waste any time.”  Then the spanking started.  No wonder I couldn’t remember how it felt to be spanked, because I was never spanked like this!!  I was so surprised that she had so much power behind her swing, because to be honest, she didn’t look that scary, or strong, or like anyone who could spank with that kind of force.  I managed to keep myself under control, but that was only because I still wore pants.  After a minute or so, she ordered me to pull my pants down.  I did, and I controlled every muscle in my face to avoid smiling.  Good thing my face was out of her view!!  ”You must realize, your bottom will be very red when I’m done with you.”  The spanking started again.  I knew Lyndsy could hear this, and again I had to fight the urge to smile!  I glanced at the hourglass, and it was only half empty.  By now I couldn’t stay still, and I had problems breathing.  ”Amy, relax.  I know it hurts, but a punishment is supposed to hurt.”  Smack, Smack, Smack.  And as she smacked she talked. “Your probation time is over now Amy, so if you misbehave during the week, like you have seen Lori and Kevin do, there will be an immediate consequence, do you understand?”….”Yes ma’am”…..Smack, Smack, Smack….I stared at the hourglass as if I could make it run faster by looking at it, but it only seemed to run slower.  I reached over, but it didn’t help to shake it gently, and besides that Ms. Kane spanked me harder when she noticed I tried to manipulate the hourglass.  I whispered “5 minutes” as soon the time had run out, and let out a sigh.  I had to close my eyes again, and try to focus and redirect the pain away from my bottom.  I tried to sing a song in my head, but I couldn’t remember the lyrics, and I didn’t dare to sing out loud.
Ms. Kane was so kind and asked me to sit next to her for a moment.  At least I wasn’t smiling now.  ”Amy, I don’t mind that the little child inside of you needs to come out once in a while, but if you want to act like a child, I also have to treat you like one.  So when you cross the line, you will end up over my lap, Okay?”….”Yes ma’am”…..”Good girl.  Now go upstairs, and send the other “child” to me!” 
When I walked in the room, Lyndsy looked very curiously at me.  ”That took some time!”….”Yeah”……”And how was it??  What happened??  How did she do it??”……”Well I think you will find out yourself soon enough.”…..”Come on!  Tell me, please!  Was it bad?  I need to know what to expect?  How to react.”…..”Ahh, let’s just say, I will be thinking of you.  Oh, and by the way, you better hurry downstairs.  I wouldn’t make her wait.”
I was lying on my bed, trying to ignore the burning of my bottom as I was listening to the smacking downstairs.  Once again I admired Lori and Kevin, because what I received, was ‘just’ a hand spanking. 

;) Annika aka Amy and co-author Lyndsy

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‘Historie’ Part 7: The Final Spanking


Readers,
Here is the seventh and final chapter in Annika’s beautifully-written story of Amy. 
But don’t despair, as Annika has been hard at work collaborating on a new series with Lyndsy. Stay tuned!

–  Dana

*****


The final spanking
My last spanking I received from my aunt happened one day after I had received one from Michael.
Michael had moved to USA to finish his education and to be near me. We attended the same school, but I still lived at home, and he had a small apartment near school. Of course you might think this gave us plenty of opportunities to explore each other, but he made it very clear to me, that my aunt’s rules still counted. He didn’t want me to get into trouble and wanted to stay on good terms with my aunt. I tried to assure him, that he had nothing to worry about, but that didn’t help, and he just told me to be patient, which is not one of my strong sides.
Well besides my lack of patience I also kind of liked to drive a bit faster then allowed. My aunt had warned me about it, but as so often before I thought I wouldn’t be caught. So the day I got a speeding ticket, I was quite embarrassed, and planned not to say anything to anyone….I would just pay the ticket.
Michael had an ability to sense small variations on how I behaved and knew exactly when I tried to hide something. So when I tried to act cool, when he asked me, if I had experienced anything interesting that day, he knew that I was holding back on something.
“Amy, why do I have this feeling, that there is something you aren’t telling me??”….”I don’t know….ehm….I really haven’t experienced anything important today….”….”Okay, but you know, I don’t like if you are withholding something I should know about”
It took me too long time to think about his last sentence before I responded, so at that point he knew I had a secret. So he stepped up to me, asked me to look into his eyes and to repeat, that I have been telling him the truth. I started to blush and smile nervously because I couldn’t.
“I’m sorry I didn’t think it was such a big deal, I would just pay it and move on…” “Pay what??”
“Ehm…the speeding ticket…..” I was looking down at my feet and I knew I was in trouble.
He didn’t say anything he just still stood very close to me. I looked at him and then tried to be ‘cute’ “I was just in a hurry to get to you, and didn’t focus on the speedometer” I smiled at him….”And that justifies it? That you wanted to see me??”….I didn’t answer….He gently whispered in my ear “Amy go to my bedroom and get my leather belt. On your way I want you to think about what waste of money this is but most importantly there is a reason why there are speed limits, it can save lives if you respect the limits!” “Go”
Aww….he didn’t think I was cute, he was very serious about this, which also explained why he always drove according to the Highway Code. I got his belt and went back to him. He ordered me to bend over the back of his couch. “I hope you will remember this the next time you feel the urge to step on the speeder”
I counted inside my head. When he got to 20 he stopped. He stepped behind me, and gently rubbed my bottom. His hands moved in front and unbuttoned my pants. He dragged them down and gently stroked my bottom again. He stepped aside raised his hand, and started the spanking. I tried to move, which was really stupid because the belt instead of hitting my bottom landed on my flank which really hurt.
“Amy, stand still. I don’t want to hurt you unnecessarily”……
After ten more strokes I started to moan. He stopped.
“Its okay sweetheart, you know I love you right??”…”Yes”…..”I don’t think this punishment is enough, but I will let your aunt decide the rest of it….!”….”What??”…..”Yes, you will tell her about your speeding ticket!”
“You still live with her, so it would only be natural if you tell her, what you have done, and I got feeling that she too will prefer honesty”….”And sweetie I will talk with your aunt and if it turns out you haven’t told her, you will receive another spanking from me…..and probably one from your aunt!”
Yay how lucky was I, but I couldn’t help to fall deeper in love with him. His deep blue eyes who demanded my presence and honesty, his smile that made my knees weak and his arms holding me, guarding me.
I didn’t tell my aunt when I got home that evening. The truth was, I had no idea how to start a conversation like that….”Hey Michael wanted me to tell you I got a speeding ticket, he already spanked me, so feel free to do nothing….”. I couldn’t risk that she would notice the marks on my back, that would just be to embarrassing. However I knew I had to tell her before Michael would talk to her, because he wasn’t kidding. So it was all about the timing.
The next morning he called me and asked if I had told her. When I told him no, he responded “Okay, shall I call her now??”…”Nonono, I will tell her today…”….”Okay I trust you, but remember every time her phone is ringing, you don’t know if it’s me”
I stood up, went to the bathroom and got dressed. The phone was ringing downstairs, so I jumped down as fast as I could and my aunt had just picked it up when I smashed my hand on top of the phone so it got interrupted. “WHAT on earth are you doing??”….”I’m sorry but I need to tell you something first”….the phone rang again. We both looked at it and she moved to answer the phone. She looked VERY firm at me, telling me without words “DON’T YOU DARE”. She answered the phone, and it wasn’t Michael, it was some friend of hers….I felt relieved….though only for a short time…..
When she was done talking to her friend, she turned around and said “Okay young lady, I want an explanation for that behavior!!”….”Yeah figured…..”…sigh…I went outside to get the ticket, because that was probably the best way to explain it all. I gave it to her, she looked at it, then looked at me….”So are you telling me that the police are trying to call me???”….I looked like a huge question mark…..”Well who did you think would call me about a ticket??”….I looked down and whispered “Michael”…..”I can’t hear you!”….I looked at her and said “Michael”….”Oh, and why would Michael call me?”….”He thinks you have the right to know about my ticket”….”Meaning you don’t??”….”Ehm no I do, but I would just pay it”
“Well you are going to pay for it, but I have warned you so many times haven’t I??”…”Yes”….”Good. It has been some time since your last spanking”…..yes exactly 13 hours and 23 minutes….
She took me by my hand and went over to the couch, sat down on it, and told me to pull my pants down. I hesitated, but obeyed. She guided me over her lap again, and if I could I would have buried myself or something….”mmh I see, it looks like someone else have had an opinion on your behaviors!!”…I couldn’t help to smile, and I had no idea how to explain it. I was a bit afraid that she would think I’m weird, and also afraid that she would be angry at Michael….”Michael kind of spanked me for the ticket”…”Kind of….well your bottom doesn’t look like a ‘kind of spanking’” She gently touched the mark the belt had left on my flank….”You know what, I really like Michael” she replied.
Then the spanking started. My bottom was still very sore from the spanking the day before but that didn’t prevent her from giving me a sound bare bottom spanking. She took a break one time, just to ask me what Michael had used to spank me with. She seemed rather delighted, when I told her it was his belt.
She stopped when I reached a limit, where I couldn’t hold still, keep quiet or breathe.
“Amy, come take a seat next to me….”…..Gee thanks, that’s what I really want right now….
“I think it is time that we two talk serious about Michael”….”You do know I love you right?”…”Yes”….”Good, Amy, I see you as a very competent, intelligent, funny and loving young girl. You can achieve whatever goal you want, but at the same time you need someone in your life, that can provide you with a safety net, someone who can guide you if you spin out of control, which you do tend to do, because you are so curious about everything”….
“I think Michael is a very fine young man, who can give you exactly that, and I don’t doubt that he and I agree on a lot of things regarding what is right and wrong” I nodded because she was sooo spot on.
“Good, then I can finally rest my hand…..but this doesn’t mean I won’t be here to guide you if you need me, okay?…”Ehm…Okay”
We hugged for some time, and my world was back into one piece.
The phone rang, my aunt answered it….”Oh yeah….Hi Michael, how are you dear….”
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