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‘Visit to the Study’ An F/M story turns M/M


Readers,

As we’ve been discussing M/M spanking a bit lately, one of my correspondents decided to send along this wonderfully-written story – in the beginning, ‘Visit to the Study’ looks like a straightforward F/M spanking story – but wait…

(Asterisks are my edits for slightly naughty language.)


Visit to the Study

Tony  Grainger had been elected to serve on the City Council as an Independent. He would take his seat at a Council meeting in less than two weeks and there were a number of things he needed to arrange in preparation for that day. 

He had opened a new account at a different bank so his financial history would be clean and he had placed his two rented properties into a blind trust so that his rental income would not be questioned. He had cleaned out the house where he lived and bought a new computer. The old pc was opened up and the hard disk destroyed with blows from a hammer. The sex toys and videos which he had collected over the years had all been taken to the dump, which was a pity, as they were all quite expensive when new. 

Tony was nothing if not a careful planner. He had conjectured that if he had an accident or was taken ill then, inevitably, a friend or colleague from his political party or from the council might enter his house on some helpful mission and discover his passions, which might then make public life very difficult.

Now that his journey into politics was finally started, and it was one which he hoped  would lead eventually to Government, in the major league, so he did not wish some extraneous noise about sex and a perceived kinky deviation to come out in the press. 

From now on he had to be squeaky clean. 

At his age, now 32, it was still just about OK to be a bachelor, but in a few years time this would be questioned as lacking commitment. He had noted in his mental agenda to start looking for a girlfriend in a serious fashion.

So, now that the planning and cleaning up of his affairs was nearly complete, all that was left to do, before he took on the persona of  a Mr White, was to pay one last visit to the person, who in the recent past, had satisfied his Mr Black needs. 

If this was to be his last participation in the spanking scene, at least for the foreseeable future, he wanted it to be a very satisfying experience and a long lasting one in his memory. He sent an e mail to book the appointment at The Study, received the confirmation and then closed this e mail account which had only been used for ordering goods on the net and for contacting the specialist service providers and spanking video sites. He knew that he could not wipe his background totally clean but he could at least make it more difficult to discover.

The Study was a favourite of his. The domain of a consummate professional in the arts of discipline.  It was a 100 mile road trip so he usually stayed over at a B&B to savour the pleasure of his visit. When he arrived on time at the detached house, in the small town of Melville and rang the bell, the door was opened by Madeline wearing a subdued outfit of black skirt, grey sweater and high heeled shoes. 

Tony placed his monetary tribute in an envelope on the silver platter in the hallway on top of the dresser unit. He followed Madeline to bathroom and proceeded to get ready. He was already wearing the long grey trousers, dark blue jacket, crisp white shirt and regulation necktie, which might be considered as smart weekend attire for an adult, but also presented him nicely in the schoolboy role he would soon be adopting. He removed his trousers and underwear and washed himself thoroughly using water and wipes. Then he took the new packet of ladies tights from the carrier bag and placed his own pants back inside the bag. Sitting on the lavatory he pulled on the nylon tights and stood to adjust them. His legs and genital area were shaved of hair as required by the patron of the house. Adjusting the waistband of the nylons he luxuriated in the warmth and tightness of the fabric around his bottom. He pulled on his clothes again, replacing the grey socks on his feet, checked that his shoes were shiny and made his way back down the hallway.

In response to his knock on the study door Madeline called out to enter. For this afternoon she was to be the School Secretary and she adapted to the role admirably.

“Ah, Grainger – here again I see.”

“Yes Miss.” 

Tony stood in the centre of the large front room on a rug of Indian or Persian origin. The large desk was placed across the front of the bay window and the rest of the furniture consisted of a dark brown leather armchair and a long bookcase against one wall. Fixed to one of the walls was a large wooden cupboard.

Madeline spoke again in clipped tones, so that each word penetrated his brain like a dagger.

“We have the note from your class teacher. You have been persistently cheeky I understand and have answered her back during two lessons. This is not the first time you have been sent here by Miss Marshall is it?”

“No Miss.” 

“I understand that your parents are moving house and you will be leaving school at the end of the term. So we had better try and drive some good manners into you before you depart, had we not?”

“I suppose so Miss.”

“You had better buck your ideas up young man. Supposing is not good enough.”

Tony stood there. The icy fear of what was about to happen enveloped him. Not for the first time in this room he wondered whether he should try and escape the consequences of his visit.

“Remove your blazer, shoes and socks.”

He started the disrobing process, folding each item carefully onto the arm of the leather chair, placing his shoes nearby on the floor. Eventually he stood in just the shirt and tie and trousers.

“Go to the desk.”

He moved across the room to stand about two feet from the edge of the large desk. 

Madeline came up behind him and unfastened the belt buckle of his grey school trousers. As she pulled them slowly down towards the floor, *** which was trapped in the tights. 

“You boys do seem to get excited about punishment don’t you?” she whispered in one ear. “I am sure it will disappear soon enough.” 

She pushed his back and he bent in position, knees locked, legs straight and his elbows on the top of the desk with the palm of his hands flat on the leather top. Madeline took a look around the room and then pressed a small button the wall to indicate that all was ready.

Tony knew that they would both have to wait. He stared at the window and thought about the other times he had been in this position waiting to be thrashed. Not for the first time he wondered what on earth he was doing. As the minutes ticked by he remembered the two occasions when he had paid extra fees to watch Madeline receiving the cane. The scenario had been that they were both Seniors at  school, older  pupils caught in flagrante, kissing, drinking and smoking.  As he thought about her blue knickers being slowly pulled down when she was bent over this same desk, her pale bare bottom being gradually exposed, ***.  This was indeed the stuff of erotic memories.

His day dreaming stopped when he heard the click of the door, opening and then closing. Then there was the noise of the cupboard latch and the rattle of the cane as it was lifted from its hook. He could just about identify each cane in The Study by the different swishing sound they made in the air. As the selected cane was swung once, twice, three times through the air he knew this was the thin, senior dragon cane. It hardly made any noise as it disturbed only a small amount of air when it curved and then straightened out in the vertical swipe.

“We have a rather naughty boy here,” Madeline spoke. “He is due 24 strokes.”

As Tony lifted his head and straightened his back he caught sight of the tall figure behind him, a reflection in the glass of the window. He tensed his cheeks as the point of the cane tap-tapped against his bottom. This was it, he thought, no going back now.

“Very well.  Thirty second intervals I think. Be so good as to count the strokes Madeline.”

The Headmaster spoke in a deep voice as the first searing stroke landed perfectly central across the crown of Tony’s bottom. He was back in heaven as the tight lacing of the cane shot through his body and the pain flooded into his mind.
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Conversations with Spankos Bonus: Reader Submitted Subject


Readers,

The recent posting where I asked what other ‘Conversations with Spankos’ you’d like to have garnered quite a bit of feedback, and we’ll be talking about several new subjects in coming months.

This one, about “Alpha Submissives” derives from a recent conversation with a new playmate. He brought up the subject of the Alpha submissive, a term which I hadn’t heard of previously(…but instantly made me think of Erica Scott!) I told him that I’m sure there are many people out there who identify as bottoms or submissives who have very strong personalities, even within the context of play (still thinking of Erica here). 

I think that the actual conversation here is whether, and to what extent, a bottom/submissive can, should, and will assert him or herself into the dynamics of a consensual adult BDSM encounter.

Below, quoted from my playmate – a definition of sorts, and some points he’s interested in talking about:




“An alpha submissive is a rare breed among submissive women. Alpha submissives are freakishly smart, strong and capable which makes dominating them a treasured experience.”

Discussion questions:

Do alpha submissives exist?
Is the concept limited to women?



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‘The Reformatory’ : Chapter 9

Part nine of ‘The Reformatory’, written by Annika and Lyndsy,  sees the young ladies’ characters struggling with more than just physical discipline…
The REFORMATORY

Part 9


I had to get through a lot of spankings the next ten weeks, so I had no desire to get into any kind of other trouble.  After all I had an appointment with the cane every Wednesday and then there is the usual maintenance spanking every Sunday.  So basically, that was more than enough for me!  
Lyndsy didn’t get spanked for covering for me that Wednesday I sneaked off to soccer, instead she got grounded for the rest of the month just like me.  We had a lot of time together to chat about old experiences, and how we were learning new things in life about ourselves and others, since being sent to the Reformatory and having Ms. Kane tune in and work with us.  What started out as two girls who were in a place because of nothing keeping us from being accountable, and thus needing a more direct approach to correction, became a very special and growing friendship.  We had different personalities, and different issues to fight, but we could still understand each other, and what the other one meant when trying to explain situations.  There was something that we each could draw from to provide strength to the other one when needed, and maybe it was because our lives growing up were different.  I knew when Lyndsy was having a stressful day, and she knew when I was off too.  I trusted her, and knew she would come to me when she was ready to let me in.  She is usually more of a thinker, before jumping into anything, or committing to anything, which was trying on me.  Not that she stressed me out, it’s just that I am very impatient, and it killed me to wait for her response sometimes.   I didn’t care though, this relationship was worth waiting for, and I would wait for her no matter what.  I knew that whatever we had going, was working, and it was not one sided.  It was working for BOTH of us.  We even realized it was getting special because she would call me baby girl, and I referred to her as my big sis.  One that I never had.
After I had returned to our room, I was honest to Lyndsy when she asked for details about what happened when Ms. Kane caught me after sneaking out to the soccer game, and as I explained how she handled it, what she said, what I had to endure, I could see on her that she was intrigued by what she heard.
As usual, we were chatting during the day by texting whenever we had the chance, even though we should be focusing on our jobs.  I was better at keeping my boss satisfied with keeping up to what was expected of me, but nothing extra.  Lyndsy struggled a little more, and found herself on more than one occasion having to make excuses why her work was late, and then trying to cram it all in at once. 
I had noticed a change in Lyndsy’s texting over a few days, and also when I was with her.   She was not being as funny, or bratty and she didn’t really notice when something witty was said during dinner.  She would smile politely, but her thoughts were somewhere else.  I wasn’t the only one to notice this change.  I could see that Ms. Kane was studying her too, and sometimes I felt the strongest urge to step in front of Lyndsy like some kind of body guard, so that Ms. Kane wouldn’t study her so intensely.   But then I also remembered that Ms. Kane asked me to trust her, so I LET her continue to observe Lyndsy.   Well, even if I tried to block Lyndsy, Ms. Kane would have commanded me to sit down, so my letting her is really just a play on words.
I knew Lyndsy enough not to push her too much, but I also like to dissect things, and knew she didn’t mind being asked questions sometimes, because she had a very hard time to say what was bothering her on her own.   She was not used to expressing herself during any intense situation, but she could talk about it freely way after the fact, when it was in the past, and she got herself through it.  I reassured her I was there for her no matter what, and wanted her to know she could trust me and share with me even when she was in a bad frame of mind.
A few more days passed by with her being in this state.  In fact she even seemed to act out in frustration, which was a side I hadn’t seen before.   She didn’t seem frustrated with me, it seemed more like she was directing it towards Ms. Kane.   Not directly, but if you knew Lyndsy, you would pick up on the subtleties in the things she was saying.   Ms. Kane didn’t respond to it, but definitely noticed it too. 
I got home early from work Thursday.  To be honest, I couldn’t sit one minute longer on any chair because I the previous day I wasn’t thinking before making a sliding tackle during the soccer game. Doing something like that just after you have been spanked by a cane is a very stupid thing to do.  So instead of continuing to torture myself I chose to call it a day, and just wanted to get home to nurture my sore skin. 
When I entered the house I could hear Ms. Kane talking on the phone, and overheard her saying, “Oh yes Ms. Hanson, I’m terribly sorry about that.  Lyndsy hasn’t been well at all for the last couple of days, but I’m pretty sure she will be back on track tomorrow……Yes she has had something ailing her…..Its probably my mistake, I thought she called in to let you know herself, but I should have followed up on it.  She has definitely not been herself…..Thank you so much.  I will tell her.”  And then she hung up.
Lyndsy unwell?  Hmmm, I guess that could be taken in more than one way.  I looked at my phone and now I understood why it kept telling me that Lyndsy was in a different place than usual.  Her work didn’t always require her to be at the same place every day.  She could do her job from anywhere really, as long there was some kind of internet connection, and contact with her boss, then she would be fine.  The past few days I did notice the change, but didn’t think that much about it, not until I heard how Ms. Kane covered for her.  I stood there watching my phone and the location the last message came from, when I was interrupted by a, “Hi Amy!  You are home early today?”
“Hi Ms. Kane, yeah.  I didn’t have that much to do, and just wanted to get back home.”
“Honey, could I talk with you for a moment in my office?” she beckoned me over with her hand. 
I followed her into her office and was feeling a little tense.  I was nervous in case she had a reason to spank me, but also nervous about her questioning me about Lyndsy and her whereabouts. 
“Maybe you just heard me talking with Lyndsy’s employer?”   She looked at me awaiting an answer.  I felt a bit embarrassed that I actually did listen to her phone call, but then again I wasn’t really to blame, I just happened to return to the house at that exact time. 
“Ummm, yes.  I heard a little bit.” I said hesitatingly. 
“You and I both know that Lyndsy isn’t physically sick.  Do you know where she is and what she has been up to?”   Ms. Kane had this special look she puts on, when she studies you to define whether you tell the truth or not, just like an interrogating cop, and when someone looks at me like that I tend to look guilty even though I’m innocent.  So I had to think fast and put a lot of effort into staying cool and choose words that would hide some details, but also be as truthful as possible. 
“I know we aren’t allowed to at work, but we have been chatting, um, texting with each other this past week or so.” I had to give her a little confession of something, to indicate I was being honest to her.   “But I never knew she wasn’t checking in at work, and I don’t know where she has been.” 
“Hmmm, you two share everything with each other.  Are you sure she hasn’t told you where she is?”  She asked with doubt.  “I’m positive ma’am.  She hasn’t told me once where she is.”  
I wasn’t lying.  Lyndsy never told me.  I figured out by myself where she was by looking at her phone locator on my cell.   “I’m sorry Ms. Kane, but I can’t help you with this.  You will have to locate her on your phone yourself I suppose.”  The moment I said that, I covered my mouth, and wanted to take all the words back.  As if she was just going to accept that Lyndsy had been away from work these few days.  Of course she was going to find a way to get ahold of her!!!   But I don’t think she thought of doing that.   I think it dawned on her when she noticed my sudden reaction by covering my mouth.  She just smiled and said, “Don’t you worry.  I will see where her phone is right now, and odds are it will be with her.”
An hour went by before Lyndsy arrived home.  I wanted to warn her, but Ms. Kane had kept my phone just until she had talked with Lyndsy.  But no worries, I have other ways.  I had made a little note and attached it to a tennis ball, and when I saw her car pull up, I whistled at her from our bathroom window and threw the ball down to her.  At least she would be warned and have a few seconds to prepare. 
When Lyndsy came in, I heard Ms. Kane immediately asked to see her in her office, and then surprisingly a very sharp, “I really don’t have the time right now!”   Oh boy, that reply was going to hurt!!
“Lyndsy!! I will not ask you this again!!  Get your butt in that office right now!”   You could definitely tell that Ms. Kane was not fooling around. 
The door was closed with a bit of a slam, and I sneaked halfway down the stairs and sat on a step.  I don’t know why exactly, because I didn’t want to listen in on what was going on in there. I just had a gut feeling that I needed to be close. 
I was surprised though, because I couldn’t really hear that much.  I guess Ms. Kane managed to stay calm as always.  However when Lyndsy started to talk, I was able to hear a lot better.  Like I said, I had never seen or heard Lyndsy angry or frustrated ever, but she was definitely out of her comfort zone and was not tolerating it very well. 
“Why is whether I go to work or not any of your business?  I’m a grown woman, and my work is not part of our reformatory corrections.  I have a boss for that.  Besides, why do you even care?” she snapped at Ms. Kane.  Again I couldn’t decipher what was said in return.
“You don’t really know anything about me.  And why should you?  We come here, we leave, someone else comes, and everyone moves on.  You just get a whole lot of stories to tell full of reasons you got to spank us!!” 
Oh my, Lyndsy was not holding anything back.  I heard her speak again, but it was harder to hear.  She wasn’t as intense as she continued, “I don’t need you, or anyone really.  I can take care of myself, my needs, my problems, and everyone else’s on top of it.  I’ve done it forever, and I’m still here and still going strong!”   There was a pause, but it was only because I couldn’t hear what Ms. Kane was saying.
Then out came Lyndsy a little clearer again, “What?  I don’t need to think about anything!!  You need to think about where your boundaries stop.   Whatever.   You have no clue.  Just go ahead, do what you need to do to make yourself feel better, that’s what you really want isn’t it, to spank us?  But I don’t have time right now.” 
I couldn’t believe the things she said to her and I started to be afraid of what was happening, but then again I knew what she was doing, and prayed that Ms. Kane knew it too. 
The door to her office opened slightly and I could hear Ms. Kane walking closer and her voice say, “Lyndsy don’t you dare walk away from me.  We are definitely not done here yet.  Close that door and sit yourself down on that couch!” 
“Pick a number lady.  You can have your turn when I’m ready.”  Lyndsy replied with such sass that I shivered for her.  Then I heard the sound of a hand slapping.   My best guess would be Lyndsy’ cheek or mouth.  And for the first time I also heard Lyndsy fighting her frustration, and telling Ms. Kane to let go of her. 
“I won’t let you go right now Lyndsy, and don’t you ever dare to accuse me for not caring about you!”  I heard Lyndsy’ groaning through clenched teeth, and could tell she was struggling.  “I have never doubted that you couldn’t take care of yourself, you are a very capable girl.  More capable of what most women could only wish they could do.  And I bet even more than some men could do.  But fact is, you take care of everyone else and your needs get pushed to the back all the time.  That has to stop right now!!” 
 I heard Lyndsy struggling, and could hear her fist or foot hitting the floor or wall or something in frustration.  “It is destroying you Lyndsy, and your health.  You can not keep playing this game of being strong and not needing anyone.  Your coping skills to deal with that kind of pressure only prove to me that you are in dire need of someone stepping in to be there for you once!”  I heard more struggling and flailing about.  “You can keep pushing me Lyndsy, all you want, but it will not make me back down.  Do you understand that?  Do you get that?” 
Lyndsy was less defiant in her voice, but I could hear her frustration when she again asked Ms. Kane to let go of her.
She must have let go then, because Lyndsy backed out of her office still looking at Ms. Kane I assumed.  But before heading to the front door she hollered back, “Don’t worry about me, I got it all under control!” 
She never looked back, so I have no idea if she knew I was there on the stairs.  I pretty much knew where she would go though, but needed my phone to get the exact location.  I couldn’t waste time, so I had to go to Ms. Kane’s office.  As I got to the half opened door, she was still sitting there on the floor, I guess where she had been holding Lyndsy. 
“Umm, I’m sorry ma’am, but I really need my phone.” I looked very apologetic at her.  I could see in her expression that this had been a definite challenge.  She did great though, but I didn’t really feel in the proper position to tell her that. 
“Of course Amy, it’s over there.”  She pointed at her desk as she stood up. I went over, took it, and looked at the coordinates, and I was right, she was going back to that place. 
“Amy?”  I looked at Ms. Kane, ”Yes?” 
“Can you pleeeease get her back to me.  I am seriously not finished with this girl.  I think we are actually just getting started.” I nodded at her and replied “I will ma’am.  I’m not done with her either.  I want to see her through this.”
I jumped into my car and drove off to the area I knew Lyndsy was heading.  She had told me about this place, but it was a long time ago.  She loved the solitude sometimes, she loved the nature and to view life from a distance. 
I pulled up and seen her car, then seen her about a hundred feet ahead, just sitting on the edge of a hill that had a steep downward slope.  It was just starting to get dusk, so I was glad I seen her when I did. There was a tree line to our left with trees big enough you could almost drive through them.  To our right, about 200 feet away was a very windy steep road.  She was looking out towards the mountains across the other side of the valley, which was really breathtaking as you could see the lights of homes almost all the way up.  She looked so vulnerable the way she sat there with her knees curled up to her chest, and arms embracing them.  I went over to her.  I didn’t say anything, just kneeled behind her and wrapped my arms around her.  We sat there for some time until she decided to speak, “I messed it all up now Amy.  I blew it with Ms. Kane.  I reacted in a very disrespectful manner.  She doesn’t need that kind of stuff to deal with.  How can she do anything else but hate me now.” 
“Lyndsy what are you talking about, she doesn’t hate you!”  I had to reassure her immediately.
“I was so nasty to her.  Oh man.  You should have heard some of the stuff I said!” 
“Wellllll, I kind of did.  I mean you didn’t really say the things with your normal calm voice.” I climbed around her, so I was facing her.
“Why did I act like that, and say those things to her??  I mean, she hasn’t been anything but fair and considerate of me, and I was such a loser tonight taking it out on her.”
“Honey, isn’t it obvious?  You finally let some feelings out, even if it was frustration, because you really do put trust in her, and her ability to handle it.  Have you ever done that before with anyone?”  I asked.
“No.  If anything, I would leave before anyone would dare get within reach.  And I would take off on my motorbike like a maniac, or hit the highway in my car with the tunes cranked to deal with it on my own.”  This was something I had not learned about her yet.
“Lyndsy, you have been bottling everything up and stuffing everything away for such a long time!  No wonder you are messed up for reacting in front of someone.  And really, you weren’t doing anything other than testing her, even if you were not aware of it in the moment.”  Lyndsy looked at me with a lot of sadness, frustration and confusion.  “But I don’t even know HOW to trust people, or count on anyone, so how can I achieve that with someone who is pretty much a stranger to me too, especially with something as big as that!”  I reached for her hands and held them tight within mine.
“Because you DO put trust in people Lyndsy, by giving them the benefit of the doubt, and hoping that they are worthy.  You have just had too many who couldn’t hold that trust long enough for you to help you step beyond.  Or the ones you put trust or hope in, were incapable of being there for you, when it really mattered, so you would recede back again and be independent of anyone.  But I need you to know Lyndsy, I can and will be there for you, no matter what, and you will grow so that you don’t have to run or use bad coping habits.  And you know what?  I don’t think Ms. Kane is about to give up on you either!” 
“Yeah, right.  After that kind of behavior, I’m sure my things will be on the steps outside when I go back tonight!”   More doubts from this poor girl.
“Lyndsy!  Weren’t you there in the room today???  Didn’t you hear her say she WON’T back down?!” 
“Ahhh, she has to say something like that.  She is paid to take care of us Amy, and discipline us, to help keep us out of worse situations.” 
“NO she doesn’t have to just say things like that!!  Do you even realize she actually covered for you earlier today???   Would someone do that if they didn’t care?” 
“She did??”  Lyndsy asked with surprise.  ”Yes! Big time!  Your boss called and she smoothed it over to protect you.” 
“Oh man, Amy.  I really am afraid.”  She looked way down on the lights that trickled their way to the valley where traffic was heavy.
“Why???  Because you know you are going to get a major spanking??” I smiled at her.
“No you spanko.  I’m scared that if I let anyone really inside of here, that I will feel the pain I try to avoid so much, and I don’t know if I would be strong enough to get out of that alone.  I have been fortunate not to let anyone past my walls, and it has been a protection in many ways.  Also, I could risk losing that little spark of hope I have to keep trying to get over those walls, or break through them, or even chip away at them, and grow emotionally.   I never got to do that you know?  Ever.  No one cared enough I suppose to take the time to see through my walls, even when they were as thin as paper, to see I wasn’t really happy, that it was all just a show to keep everyone else happy.”
 “Lyndsy, don’t you get it?  If you never let anyone in there, you will never know or understand or believe anyone is possible of caring about you and loving you for who you are!!  And if you would only open your eyes and look around, there are more than enough people who care about you, and want to know you, because you are one of a kind.”
For the first time Lyndsy really did look into my eyes, and for a long time, and I had no doubt she was one of a kind.  She was just so locked up tight and always worried how her words, actions or feelings affected others, before being honest to herself. 
Her eyes then changed shape, and a smirk grew wide across her face, “You really think I deserve a major spanking for all that don’t you??” 
I started to laugh, ”Hell yeah!!!  Raising your voice to her, and walking away, literally leaving when demanded to stay.  Not checking in at work!!  Not letting Ms. Kane know if you were not at work during the day.  Oh, and shall I remind you what happened to me the last two times she didn’t know??” 
“Oh boy, now I am worried.  That cane is your friend, not someone I want to meet!!” 
“Well, maybe you should just TRUST Ms. Kane in knowing what to do with you, you bad girl!” 
“You know what, she didn’t want to spank me, well at least not tonight…I had to think about things…BUT you know I won’t be able to sleep now if she doesn’t!!!  She’s not getting off that easy…NOO I need that spanking, I have expected it since the first day I stayed away from work!” 
I smiled at her, “Right!  You go for it girlfriend!!” and gave her a high five.  “Shall I get some icepacks ready for you??
We drove home shortly after, it had started to get cold and Ms. Kane really shouldn’t be worrying or waiting any longer for our return. 
When we stepped inside, Lyndsy was the first to enter.  Ms. Kane came straight towards us, and she hugged Lyndsy tight, and while holding her head against her shoulder with her left hand, she reached over with her right, and rested her hand on my cheek.  I couldn’t help but smile and look down.  Then she looked straight at Lyndsy and said, “You and me still have some business to take care of, wouldn’t you agree?”  
Lyndsy smiled and said, ”Yes ma’am!  See you in five minutes, in your office!”  Ms. Kane had to smile back at her and shook her head.
The spanking Lyndsy received was quite severe.  The smacking sound from downstairs didn’t stop before 20 minutes had passed.  When she entered our room, I had never seen this look on Lyndsy either.  She had a whole different stance about her, and maybe for the first time in her life she could relax. 
She threw herself on the bed, on her stomach of course, looked over at me and said, “So baby girl, where is that icepack?” 
I jumped off my bed and ran down the stairs, opened the freezer and got the icepack.  When I turned around Ms. Kane was standing in the kitchen watching me.  I couldn’t help but give her a shy smile.  She then stretched her arm out, with her left hand folded to a level fist towards me.  “Here I got something for you.” 
I went over to her and reached my right hand with the palm upside to hers.  She kept looking at me all the time.  I of course had to look down on this little piece of paper she dropped into my hand.  I didn’t have to look any further, it was the warning note I had tossed out of the window, so I just looked back at her.  With I smile on her face and a head throw she let me pass.  Well, just after one very precisely placed slap reminded me of my still very sore bottom after the caning and sliding tackle. 
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Snow, Spanking Court, and Sternwood Academy

As my friends, playmates, and regular blog readers well know, I don’t “do” cold climates. 
Granted, faulty airline behavior caused my visit to Pittsburgh to be delayed until mid-January – and there was a dusting of snow on the ground the morning I left there. This past week in Memphis proved much colder than I’d anticipated, or packed for, and even Las Vegas has been exceptionally cold lately.
 
But.
 
Then there was the Sternwood Academy/ Spanking Court shoot a couple weekends ago.
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The temperature at 7am was NEGATIVE SEVEN DEGREES.
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Above photo shows proof that I actually stood outside in below-zero temperatures…for about 45 seconds.


So it’s natural to assume that I was looking forward to some blood-pumping activity.
That’s where precious Katarina and Ginger came in:
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We shot scenes for the upcoming Sternwood Academy 3, as well as some new scenes for Spanking Court. Both ladies took some very hard spankings, and more than a few tears were shed.
 
This, of course, warmed me up quite well.
But it’s safe to say that Katarina and Ginger were warmer.
 
 
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Friends and Links of Interest



Congratulations to my sweet friend Alex Reynolds! Her blog, Alex in Spankingland, won the award for 2012 Best Creative Blog over at The Spanking Spot. 
Alex writes honestly and with a lot of humor about her spanking journeys, and shares lots of fun/sexy/spanking photos, too. She really is as sweet as she looks!

Another lovely lady spanko, blogger and friend is Heather Green.  Heather’s blog, The Grammatically Challenged Musings of Heather Green, is still brand new, but she’s already posted several great spanking photos and some interesting personal accounts, too.

I want to draw a bit of attention to the fact that Pandora Blake and her crew at Dreams of Spanking are producing some excellent-looking M/m spanking films, with some particularly attractive boys.

And speaking of M/m – well, all genres, really – this blog lists spanking video updates for ALL genres, all together. It’s new, but I like it already.

Finally, I needed a strong yet pretty spencer-type paddle, so I asked my friends at Caneiac what they could come up with. Meet ‘Dana’s Inferno’:

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‘The Reformatory’ : Chapter Eight – Annika and Lyndsy are still at it!


Readers,

Right on time – part eight of ‘The Reformatory’, by Annika and Lyndsy. Enjoy it while you can…’The Reformatory’ ends soon…

–  Dana




The REFORMATORY

Part 8


“What!!!??    Grounded????   For what???” 
It always seemed like Ms. Kane was never affected by the outbursts I sometimes let out.   She always stayed calm and would just look at me, which tended to make me nervous!   It wasn’t because I didn’t trust her, but because I never knew how I would react in response.   Being nervous, I didn’t know if I would dig myself into a deeper hole, by mouthing off or something, thus accumulating punishment, or if I had enough sense to just stay quiet and accept what she said in return, and hope it stopped there. 
Lyndsy had been mouthing off a lot during dinner.  In fact, almost whatever anyone said she had a smart reply to.  I was thinking maybe it was because she had a bad day at work or something, but knew we could talk about it later.  Ms. Kane had tried several times during dinner to warn Lyndsy about her mouth and behavior, but it didn’t even seem to fizz on her.  When Ms. Kane repeated a warning, Lyndsy even had the nerve to comment on that!  “What’s that??  Another warning?  If I remember right, your threat was you didn’t warn more than once.  Did I misunderstand? Or did you lose count?”  She just went back to eating, and didn’t even look towards Ms. Kane, but I think she knew where she was heading.  ”You, young lady….”  Lyndsy didn’t even react to Ms. Kane.   “Lyndsy, look at me.”  She still just focused on her plate.  Ms. Kane got up, walked over to her, shoved her plate away, and grabbed her ear to turn her head to get her attention.  “When I talk to you, I expect you to acknowledge that by lifting your head and your smart mouth, and look at me.  You be in my office in 5 minutes, where I will be sure to make my warnings clear!!”  Lyndsy just squinted her eyes at her and actually never responded.  Ms. Kane, still holding onto Lyndsy’ ear, looked over her head to me because I was watching the whole thing, and said, “And you are grounded for the rest of this week!” 
I hadn’t really even said anything throughout the whole dinner, so I was shocked when she grounded me.  I absolutely HATE being grounded, so that literally felt like I was being treated unfairly and way worse than Lyndsy would even get!!  So, I picked up the shovel and started digging by demanding an explanation for the reasoning behind such an irritating punishment. 
After my outburst, Ms. Kane did give me one.  “Amy, you are grounded for supporting Lyndsy in her behavior this whole evening”.   I looked at her with utter disbelieve and while shaking my head, out came, “In what world do you live in?  I haven’t even said anything to Lyndsy tonight!”
Ms. Kane stood upright with her hands on her hips, “Amy, honey, you don’t need to tell Lyndsy anything verbally.  Just the fact that you keep laughing at everything she says is enough to encourage her.”
To be honest, she was right.  I had been laughing the whole time, but never realized that would actually encourage anyone.   I should have know better, because Lyndsy loves to get me to laugh, especially at the most inappropriate times, and I am just as guilty and love to do the same to her!!  Of course I wouldn’t admit to Ms. Kane that she was right, so instead I pointed out that it still wasn’t fair, because Kevin and Lori had been laughing sometimes as well.  She couldn’t care less about that, and just pointed out, that I could act out as crazy as I wanted, but it wouldn’t change the fact that I was grounded!  And if anything, I could get another week added if I continued.  She walked to collect her dinnerware and bring it to the sink.
I was just about to keep arguing, but Lyndsy kicked me so hard under the table, that I couldn’t get anything else out other than, ”Yeeowch!!!”
“Lyndsy, it’s over five minutes!”  She said as she turned back around and headed our way.
I tried to look very defiant at her, but she wasn’t impressed.  Instead she just whispered in my ear, “Sweetheart, if you want a spanking too, just say so.  But, you will still be grounded!”  Then she looked at me, smiled and continued on to her office. 
It was so frustrating, because I had no chance of getting out of being grounded.  If it just was this one week that was at stake, I could have lived with that, but the soccer season was starting, and I had an important match to attend during this week!  At least it was important to me. 
When Lyndsy came to our room, she looked very apologetically at me.   “I had no idea that she would ground you for my behavior!”  I wasn’t angry at her at all and replied, “Its okay, Lyndsy.  She grounded me for my behavior not yours.” 
I didn’t tell Lyndsy about my upcoming match, because I still hadn’t decided what to do about it.  I knew I would get into a lot of trouble if I disobeyed Ms. Kane and sneaked out, but on the other hand I really didn’t want to miss out on the first game!  I couldn’t let my team down right off the bat.
So, Wednesday morning I told Lyndsy about the match with my soccer team. 
“I know it’s a lot to ask for, but I need you to cover for me for about an hour and a half this evening.  I don’t have a choice Lyndsy!!  I have to participate!”  She smiled at me and just said, “No problem baby girl, anything for you!”  I couldn’t help but laugh about her calling me baby girl, but I liked it as well.  ”You will probably get into trouble if she finds out though.”  Lyndsy looked at me, shrugged her shoulders and said, “So what?  I got you into trouble, so that’s only fair! What’s your plan?”
“Well, I have my equipment already packed, and will take them with me this morning and drop them off at the club.  I will of course come back here after work, eat dinner, and when I go up to our room, I will use the bathroom window to sneak out, just like when we went partying on the town that time!!  The only difference is, I won’t be wasted, so I will be able to climb up again!  But I need you to be sure to keep her away from our room.”
Lyndsy couldn’t help but laugh, and I’m sure it was because she was picturing the pathetic attempt we made to climb up the side of the house that night after the party! 
“I will do my ultimate best to keep her away!  Do you have your cell phone with you?  Just in case I need to warn you?”  She asked.  ”Yes, I will have it near me.  But not on the field of course!” 
“Okay then, I will take care of things here, and score a goal for me will you!!??”  I smiled at her and replied, “Of course!!!  Anything for you sis!” 
I had no idea that we would actually be able to pull this off.  I knew if we were caught, or I was caught, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for days.  But I needed to play soccer!!!  It has been and still is the only thing I can do, where I feel absolutely free, I have no adult concerns, I don’t doubt myself and the little kid inside of me is having a blast along with it. 
Well, we put our plan in motion.  I sneaked out and went to the game.  We won naturally, and I did score two goals, one for Lyndsy, and one just for the fun of it.  I managed to sneak back inside, and about 30 minutes later Lyndsy came to the room. 
We both smiled at each other, and she was eager to hear about the match, and I was eager to hear about how she managed to keep Ms. Kane away. 
“That was easy, I just asked her about her collection of books, and we started a book review discussion.”
“And she never once seemed to notice something else was going on??” I looked at her with disbelief.  ”Nope!  So, did you score a goal for me??” she asked as she gave me a little punch in the arm.  ”Of course I did!!  I promised you, and we won 5-0!  I can’t believe we actually pulled this off!!!  That would be a first time having one up on Ms. Kane!!” Lyndsy stood with a big smirk on her face, “Well baby girl, it had to happen sooner or later!” 
I still didn’t feel that sure about it, so I studied every move and everything Ms. Kane said over the following days.  I needed to catch on if she knew anything, and was being subtle about it, but it did seem that she had no clue at all.
However, there were some details in the plan I hadn’t considered.  For instance, the fact that I hadn’t told Ms. Kane that I even play soccer, and that I was scheduled to play for the next 10 weeks every Wednesday, which might get her wondering, how I managed to stay away this past Wednesday.  And another little detail, that I didn’t even think of, and really, I had no control over, but it surely made me aware the following Wednesday. 
Ms. Kane wanted to see me in her office.  Mostly when that happened it wasn’t just for small talk, so I felt a little anxiety building up inside of me. 
She asked me to take a seat on her couch and I did.  She carried a wooden chair with her and placed it in front of me, and as she sat down on it she looked at me, arms crossed, legs crossed.  She looked serious and it didn’t help with the anxiety I was feeling.  I could feel my heart beating faster and my mouth started to dry out.  She took her time before she said anything, and the silence in itself felt like torture.  I tried to review the week that had just passed, to see if there was anything that could have triggered this situation, but the only thing jumping out at me, was this soccer sneaking out situation. 
“Amy, I am wondering about something, and I just can’t seem to figure it out!” she looked straight at me as she said it.   I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to say anything in response to that, but I chose not and just waited for her to go on.
“I read the local newspaper today, and was very surprised to read about a soccer game last Wednesday, where a girl named Amy scored two of the five goals the team had obtained in their winning game.”  She paused again, and my heart jumped, and my eyes were looking on everything else than in her direction. 
“Of course, there are other girls with the name Amy, and you couldn’t possibly be two places at the same time.”  I saw a little glimmer of light in the distance, and hoped that maybe I lucked out.
“Then again, a picture really can not lie,” she continued.  My eyes got big as I looked at her now, because I really couldn’t remember seeing any photographers at the match, but then again, I never focus on what happens outside the field.  Ms. Kane stood up, went over to her desk, and got the newspaper.  She came back to me and handed me the article about our team.  It was a type of advertisement to encourage more players to come out and join with the soccer teams.   A good idea I thought, however, really, REALLY bad timing!
“So young lady, how will you explain this??” I looked at the photo.  It was taken immediately after I scored the second goal. “Um, I don’t really have an explanation.  This is me.” I pointed at the picture. 
“Yes, I see that Amy.  But can you explain to me how you could be there and grounded to your room at the same time?” I looked down at the floor and almost whispered, “Well, I wasn’t in my room exactly at that time.”
”Hmmm, funny I don’t recall seeing you leave the house through the front door other than for work.”
“That’s because I didn’t.  I sneaked out using the bathroom window again.”  I was so embarrassed and just knew it would have to be luck to survive this.  I had done a lot of stupid things, but in my head all the offences from this situation added up, and I had no idea how this would turn out for me. 
“Okay let’s see.  You were grounded, and you disrespected that.  You risked really injuring yourself by sneaking out and sneaking back in again.   You failed to inform me of your whereabouts, which could have had its own implications.   And, you probably involved Lyndsy in some way too.  Am I correct?”
“Yes ma’am.  But PLEASE don’t punish Lyndsy.  It was all my idea and my disrespecting the rules.”  I looked pleadingly at her.
“You are not really in any position to ask me for any kind of favor at the moment.  What will happen to Lyndsy is entirely up to me!  Amy, I’m not angry with you, but I am extremely frustrated by this whole situation.  I thought you trusted and respected me enough to at least come to me and inform me about your soccer commitments, and if you would have explained to me how much it means to you and why, we might have been able to work out an appropriate solution.” 
“I’m sooo sorry!!!  You just didn’t seem like there would be any negotiating or even a willingness to talk about me being grounded during that time.”  I felt like that wasn’t enough to help her understand.
 “What if something had happened to you??  Either from climbing around on the roof, or on your way to or from the match?  Or even an injury at the game??  How do you think that would make me feel, or for that matter Lyndsy?” she questioned, with very good reasoning.
“I don’t know,” I replied with a very little voice while looking down at my hands, nervously playing with the lace of my athletic pants.  I was already for the next game, however, under the circumstances, I didn’t expect that I would be participating this time. 
“Well, do you remember what happened the last time you sneaked out?”  Ms. Kane asked.  I remembered it as if it had happened just yesterday.  “Yes ma’am.”  I was still not looking at her.
“Amy LOOK at me, and tell me, what happened the last time.”  It was so embarrassing that I had to look at her and explain how she had punished me then.   “Umm….  You spanked me in the kitchen.  And, and then you took me in here, and spanked me with the brush, and the, the, then the belt.” 
Ms. Kane was looking very firmly at me.  “Didn’t it make any kind of impression on you back then?  The dangers that could happen when you sneak out and I think you are here?   Do I really have to be more severe with you to get my point across?   Or, maybe I should just forbid you to play soccer??”
Now I suddenly was able to use my voice again.  “No, please!!!  I will do anything and accept anything, just don’t take soccer away from me!! That would destroy me!”  Ms. Kane looked a bit surprised with that remark, maybe because that was the first time I had told her about something that really did matter to me, but in reality, it gave her the ultimate power. 
She sighed and then said, “Okay.  Obviously you won’t be playing today.  You will call your coach and tell him that you won’t be participating.  Because you disrespected your grounding, I am going to continue it for the rest of this month.  Of course, you will also receive a spanking, and it will be a spanking you WON’T forget.  Hopefully then it will prevent you from doing something like this again.”  She paused, and I said nothing as I tried to digest being grounded for that length of time.  After a few seconds of her looking at me, she said, “I want you to go to my cabinet and get the brush, the belt and another implement of your choice.  BUT, I expect you to really think about what you did, and be fair in your selection!  We can talk about the rest of your punishment after your spanking!” 
Oh my, ‘the rest of the punishment’ I thought.  She pointed at her cabinet, so I stood up and went over to it.  I instinctively knew what she expected the third implement to be, and I had to give it to her to make up for this mess and to show her some respect which I had failed to show her by disobeying.  I should have trusted her enough to have argued my case, but I had ruled that option out thinking she wouldn’t even consider listening to me. 
I got the brush, the belt and stood some time and just looked at it.  The cane.  I was still afraid of it, but I knew I had to show her that I understood the seriousness of my actions and that this behavior wasn’t any different from when I chose to lie to her.  I had fooled her once again, but this time the truth came from an unexpected place, and as I am very well aware, it just proves that lies tend to eventually blow up in your face.  I grabbed the cane and went back to her.  I handed her the three implements and waited for further instructions.  She nodded and said, “Good.  Let’s get started.  Pants down, leave your panties on and get over my lap!” 
I closed my eyes and did what she told me to.  I took a deep breath and got over her lap.  Both my hands were touching the floor and so were my toes.  She started to spank me with her hand, and I counted under my breath.  I guess it had become a bit of a habit, just in case she would ask what number it was.  After ten smacks she pulled my panties down, and started again.  She wasted no time and really meant business.  The pace was too fast for me to keep count, so I ended up guessing until I just gave up.  My bottom felt like it was on fire when she chose to take a break. 
“Amy I know that you tend to give yourself a hard time doubting yourself and everyone around you, but I want to assure you, that when we are done here, there are no bad feelings between you and me.  If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t spend time or energy on guiding you or worrying about you.” 
She switched from her hand to the brush, and the spanking started again.  The pace wasn’t as fast, so I managed to count a bit further this time, but after 40 swats with that I had to give up again!  All I could hope for was that she really did care and would leave my skin unbroken!!  I noticed that tears were silently dripping on the floor, and I tried to control myself again, because I knew she was far from done with me.  After all there was still the belt and the cane, so if I broke down now, I had no idea where I would end up.  I wiped the tears away with one hand.  Ms. Kane of course noticed this movement, and rested again. 
“How long have you been playing soccer Amy?” she asked me.  I had trouble breathing, but because she asked me this, I had to focus, so I could answer her.  “Since I was ten.  I started because I had a crush on a boy who was playing.”  Ms. Kane started to laugh, and that made me feel a bit better, even brought a little smile to my cheeks.  “So when you play, you think of him??” she asked.  ”NOOO, he stopped playing shortly after I started.  I just loved the game and am good at it.  I don’t doubt myself when I play and I believe I can make a difference for the team if I make the effort!”  Ms. Kane was gently rubbing my bottom. “Hmm, well honey, or should I say baby girl like Lyndsy likes to call you,” I couldn’t help but smile. “I certainly believe that if you put forth effort you will make a difference in anything you put your mind to.”  She slapped my bottom two times and said, “Okay.  Let’s get on with this shall we”
She switched from the brush to the belt, folded it in half so she could administer it while I was still bent over her lap. 
My bottom was really sore and the belt was excruciating.  I had no idea how I was going to survive the cane!!  I just hoped she would only give me five slaps with the belt, but when I got to ten, I once again gave up counting.  This was entirely in control of Ms. Kane to make the judgment call as to when she thought I had enough.  When the tears again started to flow I didn’t make an effort to wipe them away.  I just let them come out and looked forward to getting this over with.  For a moment I was thinking about if all this was really worth it, if that soccer match really meant that much to me, that I would endure this kind of punishment.  But then again it wasn’t because of the soccer match, it was because I disrespected her, sneaked out, and basically lied to her. 
She stopped the spanking with the belt and I knew I was facing the final part of this disciplinary retribution.  She asked me to get up.  She stood up as well and looked at me.  She removed a tear from my cheek and then said something very confusing, “Amy get dressed and sit on the couch.”
I did as told, even though I would have preferred to be lying on my stomach.  Then again it was probably safer to sit on my bottom instead of placing it in the range of the cane!  Ms. Kane came over with the evil implement in her hand, and sat down on the chair in front of me again.
“Amy, I want you to think for the next five minutes about how much this soccer playing means to you, and if it is really something you feel is worth crossing the line with like you did.  If your conclusion is Yes it was and is worth it, you will accept to receive 10 strokes with this cane before every match you have for the rest of this season!  Then I will know that your heart is in this.”   She handed me the cane, I guess so that I could bond to or something, after all it seemed like we were going to spend some regular time together in the future. 
She went over to her desk and turned over an hourglass, which had the time of 5 minutes until it finished.   In reality I didn’t need those five minutes, but somehow I liked sitting there, just watching the time slowly fade away, and watching her while she read over the newspaper.  The presence of her had a relaxing effect on me, and I started to feel kind of sleepy.  I started to dream away thinking of all the great experiences I have had throughout my life with soccer, how it often had helped me through difficult times, and I ended up thinking that I was lucky to be right here right now, because I felt just as free here. 
“So baby girl, the five minutes are up, what did you decide?”  She said as she stood up and walked towards me.
“First of all, I want to apologize for what I did last Wednesday.  Secondly, I will, I do accept the discipline from the cane before every game.” 
“Okay, I expect to get a copy of your schedule.  Like I said you won’t be playing today, so you still have to make a phone call to your coach.  You are still grounded, but you will be allowed to participate in any upcoming games.   Now go on make that call and send Lyndsy in here please.”  
I looked pleadingly at her again, and was about to say something in defense of Lyndsy, which made her stand up, step up to me, and speak first. “Amy, you need to start trusting me.  Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?  Have I ever done something to you or to anyone else in this house that was unfair??”   I shook my head after a few seconds of thinking.   Well, yeah, I thought to myself, she shouldn’t have unplugged our videogame back then, but seen objectively in that case, you can’t really argue that it was unfair. 
“Good.  Now get going.”  I turned and started to walk but before leaving her office she called my name again, “Amy.  Maybe you should leave that here with me??”  She pointed at the cane I still had in my hands.  Yes, we had bonded, well, at least as long as I held it in MY hands I felt very safe with it.  
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Conversations with Spankos: Ch. 15 : What do YOU want to talk about?

Readers,

After more than a dozen posts under the umbrella of ‘Conversations with Spankos’, I’m interested to see what you’re interested in this year. What haven’t we covered thus far that’s of interest to your spanko mind?

In the past couple years, we’ve discussed things like safe words, gender preferences, boundaries, and bratting. We’ve touched on the subjects of ageplay, ‘outing’, and whether or not the stature of your top is relevant. Some things silly, some things serious, but all things we’ve all likely talked (or thought) about at least once.

I have some ideas for the upcoming year and ‘Conversations with Spankos’ (including a post on non-corporal punishments which I’m looking forward to, and another on the differences between discipline and punishment), but I always want to know what else you want to talk about. On what other things, big or small, in the world of spanking can we share our thoughts with one another?

Talk to me, spanko people. What do you want to talk about?

–  Dana  

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Sunday Update: 1/13 DanaKaneSpanks.com

Spanked, Not Stirred

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‘The Reformatory’ : Part Seven


In Part Seven of ‘The Reformatory’ Lyndsy and Annika(Amy) try Ms. Kane’s patience, yet again. Will these two ever learn?

–  Dana

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THE REFORMATORY
Part 7
When I finally got to our room that evening, after being introduced to the cane, I made sure to lie on my stomach, so my bottom could remain free of any pressure.  Lyndsy was there as well, and she looked at me with a grin on her face, and with a sarcastic tone in her voice she said, “Spanked for being late, Miss Amy??”
“Spanked for lying!  Spanked for being late!  Spanked for smashing the phone and spanked for whatever else suited her fancy!” I replied.   Her expression turned serious, “You didn’t!!?”  “Don’t worry.   I don’t think you will get into trouble for that computer prank!”  Lyndsy started to laugh, ”Oh, I wasn’t thinking of that.  I just can’t believe you broke this wonderful phone of ours!!  How dare you!!?” I started to laugh too, ”Yeah, I don’t know.  Guess maybe I have a temper or something!” 
“So… Do you feel any better now? And can I expect you to be normal again?” she asked me.  I looked at Lyndsy, ”Yes.  I feel much better now.  But seriously, how can you expect ME to be normal??” I smiled at her and shook my head.
“Was she angry at you??” Lyndsy continued.  ”Umm, I am not sure really.  She didn’t want to deal with me in the first place.  She wanted me to go right to our room and see her tomorrow.  Then all of sudden I found myself in her office and confessing about everything!”  Lyndsy looked a bit impressed with me,  “I guess she appreciated that?”  I started to giggle, “Oh yes.  She really did.  In fact, she was so appreciative of my honesty, that she used the cane on me!”   Lyndsy’ eyes got big and she had a look of shock on her face, “No way!!!  She didn’t!!”   ”Ahh, yes way!  She did!”  I pulled my pants down to reveal the evidence on my backside.  Lyndsy got up from her bed to get a closer look.  “Wow!!   That’s a whole new type of art work there you’re carrying!  Are you okay?”  I smiled at her, “Do I look troubled?”  She studied me for some time and replied, “No.  Actually, you look relieved and in a weird way, happy!  Don’t you ever get me into the kind of trouble where she will use the cane on me missy!!”  I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Well then, don’t lie to her!”
It was the end of November so I thought it was time to ask Ms. Kane a question.  I chose dinner time to ask that question, so the others would hear it too. 
“Ms. Kane, have you ever heard about Saint Nicholaus??”   She looked at me with curiosity, probably because I don’t usually ask her that much, and replied, “No Amy, I can’t say that I have, but it sounds like something that might have to do with Christmas?” 
“Well, yes, sort of.  He is a historical person who used to help people that were poor, and he made sure that the kids of those who couldn’t provide presents got something on a special day.  When he passed away a legend started, and every December 6th people get surprised when they find a present or something they really need in their shoes or boots, which is where he used to place it.”
They were all paying attention to what I was telling.
“I grew up with that tradition, my mom is from Germany, and that’s a very common tradition there.”
“So you got presents every year on December 6th ?” Lori asked and was very interested, which I suspected she would be.
“Yes, presents, candy, and if you are really good, Lori, he might even give you cupcakes!” 
Lori looked at Ms. Kane and said, “That’s a tradition we should have here…. please??”
I had the biggest smile on my face, because this was exactly what I wanted to happen!  I wanted Lori to be the one to beg Ms. Kane to take this tradition on in this house.  Ms. Kane was watching me very closely, so I looked down on my plate, hoping my expression wouldn’t reveal that there might be more to this story.
Of course, Lyndsy knew me well, so when we got upstairs she started to question me more about what this Saint Nicholaus thing was all about.
“Amy, somehow I got the feeling that Saint Nicholaus wasn’t just this nice uncle coming with presents!!”  I smiled at her, ”What do you mean?”   ”Well, for one thing, you never told us what happened to all those kids who were not behaving.  You said if Lori was really good!” she asked looking to see where I was going with all that.   I kept smiling at Lyndsy.   Then she said, ”I thought you were done lying to Ms. Kane?”  I had an answer, ”I wasn’t lying.  No one asked me.  So basically, I was just withholding some information.  And it’s bad manners to interrupt when someone else is talking!”  Lyndsy smiled back at me, ”I see.  Blaming it on Lori.  Hmm,  do I have a bad influence on you??”  I chuckled again,  “You Lyndsy??  NOOO, of course not!” 
“Ok back to business!  So, most importantly, do I have to worry about this story??” she asked.   I giggled and replied, “Depends on whether Ms. Kane thinks you have behaved the way you should or not.”  Lyndsy shook her head and sighed, ”Well, then I will be the only one in this house to receive a present I suppose.”
“I’m not sure that Ms. Kane is going to do anything about that story, but who knows?  Maybe we will get a few extra presents from her?” Lyndsy shook her head again, ”Amy, you should get a spanking just for being so naive!” 
December had come and Lori kept telling Ms. Kane to remember the 6th of December, and Lyndsy kept kicking me under the table every time Lori spoke of it.   Kevin used the time to tell us all about what he wished for.  I looked at Lyndsy and whispered to her, ”At least he will get what he really wishes for.”  Lyndsy smiled and whispered back, ”And so will you dear!”  I said, “True!  I love chocolate!”
Just as expected Ms. Kane wasn’t fooled by me.  She had done her homework and had read up on this Saint Nicholaus tradition.  Of course there was a twist to this story about the Saint!  All those who misbehaved would receive other things not so exciting.  Anything from a potato, piece of coal, a stone or if you had been really bad, a bundle of willow to be used for punishment.
So, I wasn’t that surprised when we all found one of our boots outside our rooms with a bundle of willows in each of them.  There was a little note with it as well saying; 
This coming 6th of December
Will be used to help remember
That if any of you misbehave 
You will really need to be brave 
Don’t take a chance, and just assume
I expect all of you, in my office room!
I started to laugh when I was done reading it.  Lori however looked like she wanted to kill me.  So I hurried down the stairs and almost stumbled into Ms. Kane’s office closely followed behind by Lori. 
I was probably the only one standing there with a smile on my face, well, besides Ms. Kane.  Lori and Kevin were both looking at me and I figured this was the time for me to explore this house for hiding places. Lyndsy had been warned, so she was cool about it.  However I don’t think she was that thrilled about the willow left in her boot. 
“Well my dear ones” Ms. Kane spoke as she obtained all of our attention.  “It seems like you weren’t the only one to get a present this morning.”  She walked over to her office chair and picked up a note and a pair of dice.   “I got this note and these dice, and on this note I have been given some instructions.”  Lyndsy pushed me gently with her elbow and whispered, ”Wow!  That Saint is really brave giving Ms. Kane instructions!!”
Ms. Kane looked at us with a slightly serious expression, but not for long before the smile returned. 
“Lyndsy and Lori, it says both of you are going to roll these dice twice, and the number will be added together.  This will be the number of lashes you are going to receive with that beautiful bundle of willow you received.”
Ms. Kane looked at Kevin and continued,  “Kevin, you have been very greedy in your wishes, and Saint Nicholaus does not appreciate that kind of behavior.  You should be more humble with your wishes, and because you were not, you will throw these dice two times, and the number shown will be multiplied.” 
Next she looked at me, “Now to you young lady.  Saint Nicholaus is very pleased that you have spread this message and shared this tradition.  However, to withhold vital information, it was misleading to us, especially Lori who has continually tormented me about taking on this date as something we should be having fun with.  This is something he definitely disapproves of.  That is why he instructed me to let you roll the dice twice and the number shown will be multiplied.”  I kind of didn’t react with more than a smile, as it was no worse than Kevin.  But she continued, “AND then I will be adding to that number, whatever Lori, Kevin and Lyndsy will roll, on top of it!” 
I was actually still smiling because this was like another game.  It would hurt, no doubt about that, but it was a game I had invited Ms. Kane to play and she played along perfectly. 
She went over to Lyndsy who she wanted to throw first.  The first roll came up a 1 + 6, the second throw rolled 2 + 3.  Lyndsy looked a little relieved, and I was happy for her, because I knew this wasn’t something she was looking forward too.  But 12 lashes with the willow, she would be able to handle that.
Ms. Kane looked at me and said, “That will be 12 for Lyndsy, and 12 for Amy.” 
Lori’s turn now.   She had experienced worse things than being thrashed with a willow bundle, so she actually wanted high numbers, plus then she had an excuse to be mad that I had brought her into this.  She rolled a 5 + 3, and the second toss came up 4 + 4.   “Good!”  Ms. Kane said, “That will be 16 lashes with the willow for you Lori, and…” turning to look at me again,  “another 16 for you Miss Amy!”  Lori looked disappointed she would have loved to have rolled a 6 + 6 both times. 
Finally it was Kevin’s turn. “Good luck!” Lori told him, again hoping that he at least would roll a really high number both times.  Everyone knew he would have absolutely no problem receiving the highest number and dealing with the resulting consequences.
The first thing he rolled was a 1 and a 2!!   I almost started to laugh, and he almost did too, because it was funny to think he might receive even less then Lori and Lyndsy!   The second roll ended up being a 6 and a 3.  “Okay you have been quite lucky there Mr., that will be 20 for you, and that will also be 20 more for Amy!” 
 Ms. Kane walked towards me, still smiling, and it was so hard not to laugh.  She handed me the dice and said, “Go for it sweetheart.  Let’s see just how lucky YOU are!”
“Ahh, the dice won’t show anything higher than a 1 on each of them!” I boldly stated.   Ms. Kane just kept smiling at me.   So I threw them, and out rolled a 4 and 5.  ”Oh, well, maybe not this time.”  I said and Lyndsy, who was standing next to me started to giggle.  Ms. Kane gathered them up again, handed them to me and stated, “Second throw, Missy!”
Again I tossed them, and raised my arms in the air when the dice both landed with the 1’s up!!! 
Ms. Kane smiled as she picked them up looked at me and said,  “Okay, that will be 21 for you and an extra 12 for Lyndsy’s toss, plus 16 for Lori’s toss, and 20 more added on for Kevin’s toss.  So, all added up, that will be 69 for you.  And, because I am fair, I think I will make that an even 70, just because of your celebrating your lucky snake eyes roll!”
“Lyndsy,  get yourself over to that wall, pants down, hands on the wall and stick you bottom out please.” Lyndsy did what she was told, and then Ms. Kane asked for her bundle of willows that was left her in her boot. 
“The rest of you, stand where you are, and you will all observe.” 
Lyndsy received her 12 lashes with the willow, over her panties.  It made me consider that Ms. Kane was being fair to the others, for falling into this game I played, but I certainly expected some kind of further instructions when it would be my turn. 
Lori was next, and this was absolutely nothing she couldn’t handle, and Kevin asked for more, when he boldly said, when she was done with the 20, “Have you started yet, ma’am?  I’m getting cold!”  This made Ms. Kane react without a word, by just moving closer so that she could pull his underwear down.  With that, she stepped back, and she repeated the 20 over his bare bottom. 
Finally she responded, “Would you be warm enough now, Mr. Feeling Cold??”   When he failed to answer she started over again, but this time she was letting the willow land each swing on his upper thighs.  Again she spoke up, “Would you like me to repeat the question young man?”   He didn’t wait this time, ”No ma’am, I am fine, and really, I don’t feel cold anymore!  Thank you very much!” 
While Kevin got dressed, Ms. Kane turned and smiled at me,  “Your turn my dear ambitious lover of games. And you probably already know, that you are going to be dropping both your pants and panties.”  All I could do was agree.  ”Yes ma’am.” 
I went over to the wall and stood as instructed.  I was so ready for what was coming, though I had never experienced a willow bundle across my bottom, and I was literally surprised when it landed with such a stinging sensation.  If it would have been a punishment issue, I would have hated the willow!!   But I kind of asked for this because of bringing up this whole Saint Nicholaus tradition.  And I knew that it held the option of a willow bundle punishment as that was part of the results to those that misbehaved.  I also knew that I put a challenge out to Ms. Kane, because of holding back information.  And I was right to think that she would do her homework and look into it more, and thus, I knew there would be extra consequences for me!
The only thing that was hard to handle was that some of the branch hit very sensitive places on my backside.  I have a tattoo right above my bottom going from the center and out to the sides above my buttocks, and the pain from the willow was similar to the pain I felt when the needle was working on the sides.  Back then I tried to read while the needle worked its way through my skin to forget the pain.  I have no idea what I was reading, because all I could focus on was the pain I had to endure. 
Every time the willow hit those sensitive areas I just had to keep telling myself that I managed to endure the pain of a tattoo, and this should be a piece of cake compared to that. 
When I had finally received all of the 70 strokes, Ms. Kane came closer to me, leaned up against the wall so that she could face me, and remarked, “I don’t suppose you are feeling cold at all right about now?”   ”No ma’am.  I am on a hot sunny beach and forgot to wear sunscreen on my bottom!”  I smiled innocent at her.  She pushed herself of the wall, still standing next to me, let her hand slide down my back to my bottom, and laid two smart slaps on my left buttock.  “Get dressed now, and all of you can go to the dining room.”
When we entered the dining room we all received another little surprise.  Lori got her cupcake, and was so thrilled that I think she forgot everything about getting back at me.   Kevin got a chocolate Santa and a piece of paper and a pencil.  The headline of this paper said, “Kevin’s wish list for Santa Claus.”
Lyndsy and I both received two new phones……………..made of chocolate. 

Annika and co-author Lyndsy

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Must-Have Accessory!


Readers,

I don’t usually blog about things like this…

and I rarely covet…

but these pantyhose are sizzling!


I can just imagine pulling an errant boy or girl across my lap,

after first having made him or her point out, on my thigh, their misdeeds.

And I do believe that they’d help make one helluva spanking video, don’t you agree?

If these are not the perfect OTK pantyhose, then such a thing does not exist.

–  Dana

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Boardwalk Badness 2013


Registration completed and hotel suite booked,  I’ll be attending Boardwalk Badness weekend in Atlantic City – April 18-21.

On Saturday, I’ll be taking part in the Bad Boys Punished event, with a whole bunch of other willing and able female spankers. I’m also looking forward to the other fun events held, about which I’ve heard so much. 

It’ll be nice to see some of my friends, and meet many of the folks with whom I’ve communicated online – and I’ll also make time to see a few of my favorite playmates who’ll also be in town for the party.

Oh, and Angel will be accompanying me to the festivities – her first spanking get-together!

I’m not usually one to click photos of every little thing, but I’ll take some snapshots while we’re there to share with you. So many spankos in one place merits a little camera time.


* For my playmates: Just like always, all appointments for this trip are to be made in advance. I won’t be doing the ‘floor-pick-up-play’ thing at the party, so plan ahead, please, and email me now.

…and if we’ve played before, and you’re going to be in attendance, come right on up and say hi. Most of you know by now that I’m not a party wiz, and I’ll be a bit out of my element. If I don’t immediately recognize you – show me your backside…that oughta do it.

–  Dana

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‘The Reformatory’ : Part Six : from Lyndsy and Annika


Annika and Lyndsy have a little time on their hands…but not as much as you may think! These two lovely ladies use their little spare time working on the ongoing saga of ‘The Reformatory’. Enjoy Part Six.

–  Dana

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THE REFORMATORY 
Part 6
Lyndsy and I had finished playing CSI after Ms. Kane so “kindly” revealed the final clue to help us.  To be honest, we wondered how she even knew that, because she didn’t quite seem like someone who would be into video games at all.  We figured she must have Googled the cheats for it to find out the clues, because really, it was just not possible she could figure all that stuff out herself or even simply be so good at it….  
At least not when it came to video games… 
We decided to play a little prank on Ms. Kane, just to get back at her for shutting off our game and giving us the answer.  Not that we were angry at her or anything, but somehow we just felt that we needed to do this….
One day while we were cleaning her office I couldn’t help but get my fingers on the keyboard of her computer.  I had pushed CTRL + ALT + arrow down, and the version she had on the computer did exactly what I had hoped for!
That evening Ms. Kane came to our room, which was something that only happened on very rare occasions. “Amy, I might need your help with something.  You know a bit about computers right?”   I was finding it difficult to hold a look of concern, so I wouldn’t start to smile, laugh or even smirk, and I quickly replied “Um…Yes.   I know a thing or two about computers.  Why?”  Ms. Kane looked a bit puzzled, “I know this sound weird, but I think my computer has picked up some kind of virus.  My screen is upside down and the curser works in the opposite direction.”  Lyndsy was really struggling not to laugh, so she was hiding her face behind a book so Ms. Kane couldn’t see that big grin she couldn’t contain.  That didn’t make it any easier for me to stay in control, so I had to jump up from my bed.  I said, “Sure Ms. Kane.  I will take a look at your computer.  No problem.”
We went downstairs to her office, and with her hand she pointed towards her office chair which invited me to take a seat.   I looked at her computer, and yes it was upside down just like it SHOULD be.   I pondered over the screen for a moment, and didn’t immediately re-type CTRL + ALT + arrow up (or navigate into the screen setup to change back to normal screen) because that would just make it a little too obvious I had something to do with it.  Instead I said,  “Hmm.  This might take some time Ms. Kane.   I will have to run the anti-virus program first, and then probably run a repair on your hard drive.”  Ms. Kane looked a bit more concerned now, almost even a little worried, and I started to feel a bit sorry about this whole situation I had put her in.   “Would you like a cup of coffee, Amy?” Ms. Kane asked me, which only made me feel even more remorseful.   “Umm.  No thanks.  But really, you don’t have to wait here while I fix this.  I will let you know as soon as it’s done.”   I was very thankful that she accepted that and went on to the living room.  If she would have stayed there much longer I surely would have crumbled and told her the truth!   Of course, I would have taken all the blame and leave Lyndsy out of it.   After all, it was my idea, and it was me who tampered with it.
I tapped the buttons necessary to put everything back to normal as soon she left the room.  But I stayed for five minutes more, sitting back in her chair, looking around the office, not touching anything but examining her bookshelf with all the different books she had.  And rocks!  
I figured she didn’t know very much about computers, so I decided to just tell her that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed.  I went and found her and she was very happy that she could get back to her work.  I just hurried back upstairs.
Lyndsy looked at me with complete curiosity.  “So what happened?”   I crawled into my bed and turned around so I was facing her. “Well I fixed her computer, but you know what?  I honestly felt really bad that I had done that in the first place!” Lyndsy looked confused in a way, and asks me, “Why?”   I rolled on my back, looking up at the ceiling.  “Oh, I don’t know.  She was just, well; she really did look worried about it.   And then she even offered to get me a coffee.   It just made me feel so guilty, and I almost felt like confessing to her it was me who had done it.”   Lyndsy didn’t respond to that right away.  Then after a few minutes she said, “You know what Amy, don’t even worry a minute more about that.  This was just a little funny prank, and no harm was done to anyone or anything.”  I sighed and replied, “Yeah.  I guess you are right.  I really ddon’t know why I am feeling like that though.”
Lyndsy and I still had those pathetic cell phones Ms. Kane had given us.  Of course, we could have bought some new ones, but we were pretty sure she would just take them anyway.  Then we got a brain wave of an idea!!!!   We just needed to get back into modern technology!   We decided we would both buy the newest iPad, and we could just tell Ms. Kane that we got them from our employers and that they were to be used for work related activities. 
Kevin was so envious when he saw BOTH of us had the latest iPads, and he continually begged to get the chance to get his hands on them and try them out.  Of course we didn’t allow that, because “they didn’t belong to us”.   Ms. Kane accepted our explanation, but also asked us not to use them at home unless we actually had to work.  Not a problem, but we were back on track with texting each other during the day!!  That’s what we were missing the most!  Both of us had jobs, where the use of an iPad didn’t seem strange or out of place, so no one asked us questions during the day.   I was happy that I was again able to write with Lyndsy during the day, because to be honest, something was going on inside of me.  I still had a bothered conscience about that computer prank, and now also the lying about this iPad didn’t exactly help.  But writing with Lyndsy helped me to think of other things. 
I had suddenly realized that Ms. Kane was someone that I was really starting to care about, and that she was becoming important to me.   Lyndsy meant a lot to me as well, so I almost felt like I was standing in between them.   I didn’t want to get Lyndsy into trouble because of my sudden urge to confess every bad thing I had done.  But at the same time, I started to avoid Ms. Kane, because I simply couldn’t look into her eyes in fear she would know my dishonesty.  Things were becoming different now.  To be a brat and tease was just purely for fun, like a little game going on in between us, and Ms. Kane played it perfectly!  But to me, this dishonesty was not playing fair, and it was messing with me so that it was reaching real emotions!   I had no idea that it would have such a huge impact on me.   I guess because I knew this would probably disappoint her, and really, I never want to upset her for real, so that was the worst part of feeling this way. 
Lyndsy was more than just a friend to me.  She was becoming more like the big sister I never had.  She was protective and supportive, yet she thought it was funny when the “little sister” got into trouble and she didn’t.   She could sense the distress I was in about this whole dishonesty situation and confronted me with it one night when we were sitting in our room. 
“Amy, what’s going on?  You’ve been acting a little off lately.”  Lyndsy asked me with a very concerned look.
“I don’t know Lyndsy.  I’m just struggling with these feelings lately.”  She replied with a calmness in her voice, ”Are you having second thoughts about our iPad purchase Amy?”   ”No not really.  I mean, I really like having it, and I have wanted one for a long time.  But I….”  I looked down on the floor… ”I don’t know.  I feel like I am lying every single day to Ms. Kane.   And it’s not just because of the iPad.  It started with that prank on her computer!”  Lyndsy was paying attention to me, and I could see how my issue was also affecting her when I looked in her eyes.  ”Lyndsy, I don’t like the fact that Ms. Kane believes I’m good because I was able to solve a computer problem, being one that I actually caused.  This was the first time she asked me for help, and it was because of me playing that prank on her and then keeping from her what actually happened!”   With that I stood up and went to the bathroom.   I didn’t want even Lyndsy to see this side of me, where I felt vulnerable, and as I walked away I could feel the tears filling up in my eyes.    When that happens I know I am very close to losing control and of being very emotional, and I really don’t like to share that with anyone.   However, Lyndsy wasn’t just anyone, and I think she knew me better than most people did, so she knew to just give me space for a little while instead of going after me.
After a few moments she spoke loud enough so that I was sure to hear her from the bathroom,  “Amy.  I don’t want you to be afraid of me getting into trouble if that’s something bothering you also.  When we do things together, I’m very aware what’s involved, what may happen if we get caught and that we will probably be held accountable.  Seriously Amy, I am really okay with that, otherwise I wouldn’t do it.  And I care too much about you to have an iPad or whatever to be an issue between us.  If you really feel the need to tell Ms. Kane the truth, then you have to do that.  If you think this is what is causing you to struggle lately, then I do not want you to worry one second of how it will affect me.  I am honestly okay with that.  I just want you to feel better, okay?” 
I looked at myself in the mirror, and I knew it was bothering me enough that I had to confess at some point, but I wanted to be the only one to take the blame.  I went back to my bed and sat on it. “Thanks Lyndsy, for understanding me, and for being there.”   Lyndsy smiled at me with her typical smirk and said,  “Just let me know when you are going to get it off your chest missy, so I have a chance to like, ahh, prepare mentally.”  I smiled back at her, ”Well, I’m thinking Sunday would probably be the best day to tell her about it.”  For some reason I didn’t have the same confidant feeling inside this time though.
Timing has never been one of my strong qualities, especially when something is bothering me.  Friday was horrible at work, and everything that could go wrong, went wrong.  First of all, our work system broke down and one of my colleagues was treating us all like little kids as she panicked about it.   And then my boss wanted me to stay an hour later because of the delay, which normally isn’t a problem because I would still be able to make it back home for dinner on time. 
This was something important to Ms. Kane, and she had a rule about us attending dinner together and being on time.  She also made us realized that it was a simple act of respect and good manners toward the ones who had used their time in preparing the meal. 
Well, I wouldn’t have had a problem doing that, if everyone else would’ve just stayed off the roads!!   For some reason that day, there I was an insane amount of traffic.   It seemed like everyone was in my space and holding me back, slowing down traffic, and I’m sure I must have hit every red light possible.  I got my so called phone out of my purse to call Ms. Kane to at least let her know I was on my way, but was running late.  Just as I was about to dial the number, the battery died, and this triggered my last ounce of patience!  I got so mad that I threw the stupid phone towards the passenger side door.  As it bounced off, it exploded into several pieces.  I clenched my teeth, shook my head and then blurted out, “YEAH!! WHY NOT!!!” 
When I could focus a bit, I thought of my iPad, but realized it was still lying on the table back home….
I finally parked the car in the yard, an hour and a half late.  I picked up the pieces of the phone, gathered my things, and headed towards the house.  I was dragging myself, focusing on the front door, and all I could do was sigh and shake my head.  I entered the house, but no one was in sight.  And obviously every one would be finished eating by now.  The house seemed empty, and I just stood there leaning back against the door with my eyes closed, enjoying the silence for a brief moment as I took a few deep breaths.  I was both mentally and physically exhausted, and I just wanted to get enough energy to go to my room, get in my bed and forget the whole day of work, the traffic, and any worries.  All I needed was to shut down and sleep.  
I didn’t hear Ms. Kane, but as I opened my eyes she was standing right in front of me.  She had a displeased look – what a surprise – and I thought of just saying something like, “Yeah yeah.  I know.  I deserve a spanking for being late and whatever else you decide I need it for.  Do you want me to take off my pants here??”  Instead I just looked up at the ceiling, sighed and said, “Whatever.  Do what you need to do so I can just go to bed.”  I continued to look with my eyes towards the ceiling waiting for her punishment objective.  However, her reaction wasn’t as I had expected.  She stepped up closer to me, and with a calm voice she said, “Amy, I am not going to do anything to you right now.  Instead, I want you to go straight to your room, and then I expect to see you in my office tomorrow when you get up.  Is that clear??”  I just looked at her, so she repeated, “Is that clear Amy?”  I found a few words,  ”Umm, yes.  I guess.”  Then she turned and went back to her office. 
I just stood there and watched her leaving.  I was so exhausted I didn’t even want to move.  I looked down at the broken phone I carried in my hand and suddenly my emotions began to grow within me.   They triggered a reaction, that without thinking, sent me following her to her office.  I stopped inside her door a few feet, and she turned to look at me.  ”You want to say something dear?”  My days frustration got the best of me, and I snapped, ”Don’t say that!”  Ms. Kane looked a bit surprised, “What is it that you don’t want me to say?”  I still blurted out, ”Don’t call me dear, or anything else like that!”   She nodded one time and walked over to her office chair, sat down and looked back at me.  “So is there anything you want to say?” she repeated, while she typed something on her computer.  I went over to her, placed the broken phone in front of her on the desk, and took one step back.  My frustration was still showing, “I tried to call you with this dinosaur of a phone, but it didn’t work, and I, I dropped it on the floor which caused it to break into pieces like this!”  She looked down at it and replied with a sigh, “Yes I see that!  Anything else?”  Again I could feel my emotions surfacing, and my eyes started to water up again.  I looked down on the floor, and I tried to control it, but at that point, because of my exhaustion, not eating yet, and feeling guilty, I was losing control.  I turned away from Ms. Kane, so she couldn’t see, and with my hands over my face I said, “I’m sorry.  I lied to you!”  After a few seconds she asked, “Amy, what did you lie about?”  It took all the courage and strength I had left inside of me, and I turned to look at her with tears in my eyes and started to disclose my guilt, “It was me who had changed your screen on your computer, so that it was upside down.  It wasn’t a virus.  I’m sorry.  And I know that will make you disappointed in me.”  She didn’t say anything.  She just looked at me.   So I kept confessing, “And that iPad of mine isn’t work related, and my employer didn’t buy it for me.  I always wanted one, and I bought it myself.   And, and that stupid phone….I didn’t just drop it, I threw as hard as I could in the car because it didn’t work when I wanted to call you!  I didn’t mean to be late and because of all that I don’t deserve to be called anything like dear!”  It felt so good finally get all of that out of my system.   She was still just sitting there watching me.  
After a minute or so I broke the silence,  “Okay then.  Umm should I go to my room now??”  Ms. Kane stood up and walked towards me, so I looked down, but didn’t move backwards. I knew I deserved whatever was coming to me, and I wanted her to punish me.  I could feel the heat building up inside of me, I was nervous and embarrassed. I knew she wanted me to look at her but I was afraid to face the disappointment in her eyes. 
“Amy, look at me.” she said with an almost gentle voice.  I slowly looked up but I couldn’t look into her eyes. I could barely breathe.  Once again she helped me by lifting my chin up, so I couldn’t do anything else other than face her. 
“CTRL + ALT + arrow down  is a type command I know about.  And I knew you played it as a prank on me, young lady.  I also know it was your idea and doing, after all that’s what you work with!”  I looked at her with big eyes, because I definitely hadn’t seen that one coming. 
She continued, “I was wondering when you would own up to it, and I was curious to see how long you would keep that lie going, because I don’t see you as a liar.  In fact, I’m very pleased that you feel this bad about it.  It shows me you do have a good heart.  Of course, it doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve a spanking.”  She peered directly into my eyes and resumed, “You, Miss Amy, will have to receive a serious severe one, because lying to me is one of the things I hate and never will tolerate!” 
“I know.  I’m really sorry.” I barely got out past my lips.
“You will not only receive a hand spanking, I will also be using the cane on you.” Again I looked at her with big eyes and I’m sure a look of fear,  ”I know you are scared of the cane, but Amy, I am not kidding when I say that honesty means a lot to me.   And, as it turns out it’s pretty important to you too.  I have absolutely no concerns about using the cane on you.   You know this is a very deserving reason for discipline.”
I stood petrified, and watched how she walked over to her cabinet and got the cane.  I almost felt sick to my stomach, or maybe I was just hungry, but either way, I was certainly afraid of the cane.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of the cane as she handled it, and somehow in my mind it seemed to grow in length and power.  When she stepped towards me again, I still only stared at the cane, and I couldn’t even blink, in fears it would attack me at any moment like an unrelenting monster. 
My eyes finally blinked when I heard, “Amy, take it!” as Ms. Kane handed the cane to me. I reached for it with both my hands as if it weighed a ton.  I couldn’t hide my anxiety, as both my hands were shaking. 
“I want you to hold it and look at it while I spank you on your bare bottom, over my knee, understood?”
“Yes Ma’am” I whispered without taking my eyes off the cane. 
Ms. Kane stepped closer, and I felt the warmth radiating from her.  I don’t know what it was, but somehow it was as if my senses had sharpened on some other level.  I even noticed the perfume she wore and I could hear her breathing.  I still never removed my focus from the cane, but did notice that she unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down.  Without thinking, I stepped out of them.   She walked around me and laid both hands on my shoulders and gently directed me towards the couch.  When we reached it, she sat down on it and guided me over her lap.  I was still holding on to the cane as instructed.  I couldn’t distinguish whether my brain interpreted the cane as something like a bomb that would blow up if I let go of it, or if it was a masterpiece of something very valuable, that would break if I dropped it.  To be honest, I didn’t even notice when she started to spank me, because all my focus was on that cane.  However after she had pulled my panties down the focus switched to my bottom.  She wasn’t holding back on anything and she definitely made sure that every part of my bottom felt the palm of her hand.  This spanking seemed to last forever, and I didn’t know if I was okay with that as long as I didn’t have to feel the cane, or if I wanted her to stop, so I finally could get on to the part where the cane was going to meet the skin on my bottom.  Either way I was not in a position to decide anything.  I could only trust Ms. Kane and hope she wasn’t going to break me. 
Just like I didn’t notice she started the spanking,  I didn’t notice she had stopped it before she suddenly said “Amy, please get up.”  I was so high on adrenaline that I almost jumped up from her lap.  I was still holding on to that cane as if it was some kind of safety line, and felt if I let go of it I would be risking a fall. 
Ms. Kane reached her hand towards me indicating she now wanted me to hand her the cane.  The fear started to rush through my body again, and I suddenly noticed the stinging and burning sensation from my backside.  She stood up and again looked into my eyes.   She didn’t look angry, irritated or anything like that.  She looked confident and somehow I could feel my anxiety lower a bit.
“Amy, I will introduce you to this cane with 10 strokes on your bottom.  I know you can take that.  And I also want you to know, that if you ever lie to me again, it will definitely be more than just 10, understand?” 
“Yes, Ms. Kane”
“I hope so.  Now go over to my desk and lean over on it please.” 
I did what she told me to, and walked towards her desk almost like I was in trance.  I bent over the desk resting both of my hands on the cold surface.  I could hear her footsteps and knew it was matter of time before the first swing would land on my bare bottom.  Ms. Kane let the cane touch my bottom very gently. Somehow I felt connected to it, and I figured it was because she made me hold it and almost bond to it. When the cane left my bottom I held my breath, swallowed spit that wasn’t really there, and noticed how the muscles in my bottom were preparing for the first hit.  It landed just that moment my muscles chose to relax.  The pain was so concentrated that I could feel the stripe it was leaving on my skin.  I wanted to throw my fist onto Ms. Kane’s desk so I could endure the pain, but I was afraid that Ms. Kane wouldn’t accept that, so instead I flinched every muscle in my body until there was a little relief in the pain.  Then the second hit landed.  It was intense.  The third, the fourth and the fifth.  I was nowhere else than exactly at that place at that moment.  I had never been more aware than this.  It was as if time didn’t exist anymore and I had no idea when it would return.  Every single part of me, every single fiber was enhanced and accelerated, so that when Ms. Kane gently stroked my bottom with her hand I got so surprised that I almost jumped up on her desk.
“Relax, Amy. I’m not hurting you.”  I couldn’t help but smile at that remark….
I could feel her fingers touch the stripes on my bottom and because of the hypersensitivity, it felt both great and painful.
“Okay, let’s get this over with shall we?” she sounded so relaxed and almost happy.
I pulled myself together and got ready.  She didn’t let me think or wait long for the last five strokes.  And when the tenth one landed I dropped to my knees and rested my face up against the side of the desk.  Even the hardest workout I have done in my life felt nothing compared to this.  I thought I was exhausted when I got home, now I couldn’t even imagine how I would get up and all the way upstairs. 
Ms. Kane went over to the cabinet and put the cane back at its place. She went to the couch and collected my underwear and pants and handed them to me.  Somehow I managed to get up and get my panties on.   As I stood there, Ms. Kane did a thing she never had done before, and which took me by surprise.  She hugged me and whispered in my ear “Amy, sweetheart.  You do not dictate what I should call you or not.  And it’s up to me to decide what you deserve.  I trust you to be a big girl and not lie to me again, okay?”  I let out a very determined, ”Yes”, but that’s all I could muster up to say.
She now looked at me, and with both her hands, she held my face, smiled at me and said, “You can keep that iPad, but let the big boy play with it once in a while!  And no texting during work!!  Now finish getting dressed and meet me in the kitchen.  You need something to eat before you collapse.” 
She went to the kitchen.  I touched my bottom for the first time, and could feel the swollen marks left by the cane over my very red hot spanked skin.  I took my pants and tried to get them on.  While I was doing that, I noticed the window reflecting Ms. Kane’s computer screen.   It looked weird so I went over and looked closer at her screen.  The screen was upside down, and I couldn’t help smile again.   I typed CTRL + ALT + arrow up to reset it. 

Annika (AmyDK) and co-author Lyndsy
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Results from the ‘Is Spanking Your Secret’ survey thus far.


Having received 199 responses thus far, here are the current results of the ‘Is Spanking Your Secret’ survey:



*   About 60% of respondents say they’re a ‘lone spanko’, versus 40% who say that they have one or more spanking partners.


*   43% of respondents say that their spouse knows about their spanking interest, with 28% saying that they’ve told their friends. 39% say they’ve told no one.


*   32% of people responding to the survey said that the people who they’d shared their spanking interest with were curious and accepting. Only 3% said ‘they freaked out’ when told.


*  A surprising 19% of respondents say they’ve been “outed”, without their consent. Wow.


*   When asked about online activity, 40% called themselves lurkers or newbies, 27% somewhat active, and 25% social networking wizards.


*   A full 57% of respondents said that there are, indeed, spanking implements in their homes – they’re just discreetly hidden. 9% admit to having theirs right out in the open.


*   The spanking-goes-mainstream question has, thus far, shown the goodwill and optimism of the spanko community, as 53% believe that, with a little awareness, people will understand us more. (Please note that this was, by far, the most tongue-in-cheek option offered by your survey author.)


This one is a lot of fun – thanks to everyone who’s participated!
 If you haven’t yet, click on the link in this post, or at the top of the blog.

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‘Governor’s Mansion’ : A fun F/F spanking fantasy


Readers,

This is a fun-to-imagine fantasy spanking story about a well-known person. Remember, it’s fiction, not politics, so enjoy the fun ‘Governor’s Mansion’.

–  Dana

PS. Asterisks are my edits, for slightly naughty language. Insert imagination there.

  

Governor’s Mansion


 If I could have my cake and eat it too, I’d admit my go-to location for the spanking of my life would take place in Ex-Governor Palin’s office.  

I sent my resume to her in May of 2009. In this fantasy she actually contacts me for an interview as her potential Administrative Assistant.

If you know or care, last year was Alaska’s 50th Birthday Party. This was the week I appeared for my interview. When I arrive at her office, she greets me with a gorgeous smile and shakes my hand. She gestures for me to sit on a leather chair and begins to describe the job responsibilities. I feel as though I would be a great asset to her and feel very capable of meeting my goals. About 10 minutes later she tells me that she is very impressed with my background and that basically the job is mine if I want it, but there is one small detail she must address first. Working for the government of  course requires detailed information of its employees’ backgrounds. 
Sarah tells me that she researched my school records and found out that I had great academic potential but a horrible disciplinary record. She knows that I received multiple warnings for corporal punishment and that none were ever carried out. Because this career move is an exciting new beginning, she wants me to start with a clean slate. At this point, I almost want to burst out laughing; a bit from shock? confusion? excitement? Before I can say a word, she tells me that the final phase of my interview is to receive a severe make-up for lost time paddling delivered by her. All of a sudden that familiar jolt/heat radiates through my *** and as I look into her bifocal covered eyes staring quite seriously, I know I have to agree to her offer. I took care to wear a great tailored pants suit and nice shoes. She tells me to hurry up and change out of that into jeans and a sweater and get back ASAP. Part of the perk for this job interview is an overnight stay in the Governor’s Mansion. I head to my guest room to change. When I return to the office, she is standing behind her desk holding a monstrous wooden sorrority paddle with a very somber expression on her face. She orders me to bend over the desk and touch the other side with both hands. Then she walks behind me and stands still for a few seconds. I am scared and thrilled to death at this time. Part of me thinks this will be easy to get through, she isn’t really going to hit me. No one does that to an employee. Do they? With her hand she gives my jeans covered cheeks a quick smack and says to stick them up higher.
 
With that taken care of I sense her stepping back away from me a bit. The crack that explodes across both of my butt cheeks takes my breath away. I have never in my life been hit so hard, and I actually gasp in shock. The next several swats are about 10 seconds apart and make my ass feel like it’s repeatedly getting stung by a swarm of bees. After a few minutes, she stops paddling and puts her hand on my shoulder. I am feeling very hot and having a hard time breathing normally. She turns me to face her and says I am pretty tough, but she is just getting started. I’m ordered to pull my jeans down to my knees and bend over the desk again. The next 5 swats are delivered in the exact same spot joining my upper thigh and base of my bottom. I try not to shout out, but I grit my teeth and wiggle my scorched cheeks. after the next 20, I cannot stop wiggling and wanting to rub my abused rear. She comes right behind me again and yanks my boy shorts down. It wasn’t until this instant that I realized how naive it was of me to doubt the strength of another woman. And …why in the hell did I chose boyshorts that has SASSY written on the back? She orders me to stay in position and walks to the front of her desk and grabbed some bottled water. She takes a drink and walks right behind me again. This time she pours some of it into her hands and begins rubbing them onto my bare rear. For the 1st time in my life I am sorry I was such a demon in school, but…I am excited beyond words that someone is correcting my misdeeds. I’m told I have another 50 swats to look forward to in honor of Alaska’s 50th Birthday and I should brace myself for the worst pain I could imagine. This series of cracks was delivered similar to the previous, except the spank spot stayed the same for 10 at a time. I did the best I could to take the pain, but I couldn’t hold back from swearing into the 3rd swat of this round. She whipped my body around to face her and told me that is my warning, if I curse again, I get 10 extra. I do what I can to redirect the temptation to swear into heavier breathing and saying many owws under my breath. After this 50th swat is over, she allows me to touch my bare behind. The heat eminating is intense. I feel small knots and extreme stinging. She pulls a wooden chair from the corner of the office to right near me and tells me to quietly sit bare bottomed until I’m told otherwise. With this she leave the room. The chair adds to my pain like nobody’s business. Squirming is a terrible idea. There is no unspanked spot to sit on. I know my face is a mask of pain because I did my best not to cry in front of her. About 5 minutes later she returns with 2 large ice packs and tells me to rise from the chair. Thinking I’m allowed some relief she sits down and yanks me face down across her lap. It’s hard to believe someone’s hand could hurt as much a wooden paddle, but believe me hers did. Years of sports made her an unbelievable athlete with a very strong arm. This hand spanking I was told was to give me an early heads up that any displeasing work performances would be handled on a next day basis in this exact manner. Prior to any staff meeting, every one attending gets to witness my punishment. I could not lie still for anything. This stung so bad I thought she broke skin. At last after yet another round of 50, she gently lifts me off her lap and lays the ice packs on the chair motioning for me to sit completely still for 5 minutes. I wince in torment as my cheeks connect with the frozen packs. Exhausting all need for punishment, Sarah tells me she’s never met a more stubborn, strong-willed individual in her life outside of herself. She says she admired my ability not to cry and if it were her, she’ d have struggled just as much too.
 
Finally, I’m told to stand and readjust my clothing. Just the simple act of bending again to grab my panties and jeans causes a new round of bottom throbbing. It is next to impossible to get my form fitting skinny jeans to completely cover my swollen ass cheeks. I grab my butt and laughingly utter another oww as she nods her head in agreement. Completely redressed she tells me that she can hardly wait for us to begin working together and that it will take 3-4 days before I can attempt to sit comfortably. Because I am practically staggering to the door, she comes to my aid and lets me lean on her shoulder. She pulls me to her again and gives me a warm hug followed by a pat on my back. As I walk out the door my panties feel *** *** ***.

 
 

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New Spanking Story Contest! ‘What the Camera Saw’

Happy 2013!


Let’s start the year off right – with a new spanking story contest! 

In honor of the new year, I’ve decided to put a new spin on the usual Person, Place, and Thing format – this month’s contest is:


‘What the Camera Saw’



This time, the person is YOU.

The place can be ANYWHERE.

And the thing is your CAMERA PHONE 
(or videocamera, for us fogies).


Tell me a story (and give it a title, please) about what you captured on film…a spanking between partners you saw from your window, or a couple in a public place who thought they weren’t being watched. Maybe even something in which you participated…while the camera was rolling. Be creative!

Of course, your spanking story is meant to be fictional. Don’t go out and voyeur your neighbors in hopes of a better storyline.


Guidelines – Read Carefully:

  • You’re welcome to include as many or as few characters as you like, but your story should be told from your perspective, naturally.
  • Your spankings may be of any genre: F/M, F/F, M/M, M/F, or any other combination which suits your imagination.
  • All characters and references MUST be over 18 years of age for consideration and publication.
  • No overtly sexual scenarios, and keep the foul language to a minimum, please.
  • Contest ends January 31, 2012.
  • By entering your story, you agree to allow me to share it here, as well as other publishing platforms.
  • CHEATERS WILL BE PUBLICLY SHAMED.

When you’ve completed your entry, email it to me 
– either as part of the email’s text or as an attachment – 
at DanaKaneSpanks.com.


As is customary, the Winner will take his or her ‘Prize’ in the form of a spanking from me, in any of the cities which I visit (or Las Vegas, of course). If you’re not able to claim the ‘Prize’, please enter as a non-contestant, so that the Winner may actually claim said ‘Prize’.

Good Luck!

–  Dana

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