A couple more anonymous butt shots..
Video Q&A #1
Here’s the first part of the Video Q&A; there were a lot of questions, so I thought I’d break the video down into two parts…problem is, I broke at the wrong time, so this part’s ten minutes and the next one’s thirty. Oops..
Enjoy~
– Dana
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 5/25 (I know it’s Monday, dammit..)
Jealousy
Preview Video:
(POV) Barracuda : The Interview
NEW DVDs!
Marital Discipline III
(Eight Canes, Foreplay, Caught Masturbating Again, You Asked for It, Bruised for Brownies, and Water War! Runtime approx. 63 minutes.)
Brand New Ass
(BNA: Red (2 Scenes), BNA: Lacey (2 scenes), BNA: Agatha (2 scenes), 60+ minutes.)
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When it rains, it pours.
I just wanted to stop in here for a minute and make sure that I’m not the only one:
Please raise your hand if you’ve recently said, “Ohholyhell, if one more heinous thing happens over the course of this week I am going to lose my freaking mind!” (or some equivalent)…
Okay. That makes me feel better. And hopefully, you don’t feel silly sitting there in front of your computer with your hand in the air.
– Dana
Conversations with Spankos : One question. A million answers.
(*Remember, this is only a ‘conversation’ if you comment in the box below, so that other readers can share in the experience. Sending your comment in an email to me sort of defeats the point.)
Readers,
One of the most often discussed topics for new and exploring spankos (and many old hats, too) is, “Where does it come from?”
I don’t know if we ever figure it out completely, and I think that that’s probably a very good thing (as the unknown causes us to explore) but I still want to know what you think about this short, not-so-simple question:
Where does IT come from?
Your spanking fetish. Your need. Your interest. Whatever you want to call it. When and where do you think yours derived, or can you not remember a time when you weren’t ‘already into’ spanking?
(We usually avoid pre-adult spanking conversations here, but I’m going to relax this a bit for obvious reasons – most of us were interested in spanking before we were able to drive so it reasons that we’d need to talk about it in terms of age and experience.)
Maybe we can all figure it out together…
– Dana
Repeated forced viewing of my pets.
Go ahead, pretend you don’t like looking at pictures of cuddly critters.
I’m gonna post these anyway, because I do.
DanaKaneSpanks.com Update : 5/18
Brand New Ass: Agatha’s First Paddling
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Hard Hand Spanking
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Es el paraíso (Unrelated to Spanking but totally related to happiness)
Readers,
I’ve taken a fair few vacations, and they’ve all been nice enough – the Smoky Mountains are gorgeous in the fall when leaves change colors, and there’s a cool/funky nude river-beach just outside Portland where I once spent the day. Sitting on a big deck on the back end of a ship in the middle of big water is pretty damn amazing, too. There has never been a time when I’ve been ‘away’ that I’ve not been happy about that away-ness in some way, and I knew that this vacation would be just the same.
Away-ness makes me breathe more deeply for some reason, and I become adventurous, something which I don’t consider myself to be nearly enough in everyday life (although you may disagree). There’s something about getting out of one’s comfort zone and taking chances – even if, for me, taking chances means swimming underwater and drinking alcoholic beverages at lunch – that makes us feel that much more alive.
This past week I was Super Alive.
A week in small-town-anywhere will likely force a busy person to take things more slowly, but this small town is something special. We spent a week eating, strolling, swimming, and napping, surrounded by the gorgeous Caribbean, lush mangrove jungles, and one of the most spectacular places on the planet – the Great Barrier Reef.
Instead of doing the typical tourist thing, we decided to hop off the beaten path just a bit and ended up having quite possibly the best time of our lives. We rented a private home for the week, and I should say right at the outset that this place was Obnoxiously Fabulous – two full floors of indoor living area topped by a 3rd floor outdoor patio, pool, and party area, with a 4th floor rooftop observation deck. I should also say right at the outset that this was, by far, the least expensive vacation rental I’ve ever taken.
I could type for a very long time about the variety of birds seen and heard from this deck, but you’d have to see it for yourself. Also, the neighbors had chickens, roosters, and at least one turkey, so the usual sound of traffic, ambulances, and other noise pollution were replaced by a definite organic, winged cacophony that didn’t let up even at night.
Nighttime also brought out the geckos, gigantic prisma-color moths, and goodness knows what else scurrying around out in the mangrove directly – and I mean directly as in right up against the home’s perimeter wall – behind us.
Can I tell you how wonderful and wild and perfect this place is? There’s a crazy mix of very old, small, rickety homesteads, built-up homes like the one I rented, and cool little Mexican hotels – no huge resorts in the town proper and no way to insulate oneself from the local culture…exactly what I wanted.
One morning this happened:
And all was right with the world.
And then that evening, this happened:
Feel that?
Now let’s move on to one of the main reasons I almost always choose Mexico: the food. I believe (and I know that Anthony Bourdain would disagree and I vehemently do NOT care) that Latin America turns out the most consistently delicious food on the planet. In my opinion, as many of you already know, there are few foods more perfect than the taco. A simple corn tortilla rolled around nearly anything – how could you possibly go wrong? There is no lime shortage in Mexico, either, and I didn’t see a single bruised, black, shriveled avocado the entire time. Things are Lush and Fat in the Yucatan, and the food reflects the bounty of all that humidity.
I ate the hands-down-best-ever-on-the-planet shrimp cocktail – twice, actually – and likely downed more guacamole than anyone should rightfully admit; there were organic eggs for breakfast and mangoes so ripe and sweet that you could smell ’em right through the skin. And the habañeros? Ohholyhell…
There are no photos of the food. This should give you some indication of just how little time it spent sitting in front of me.
Oh, and cocktails. I should probably mention the cocktails. Since I don’t usually drink at all, any beverage stronger than fresh, sweet iced tea is likely going to make me a little wonky; I was wonky a fair few times last week.
It’s the Mojitos, you see, and the sun, and the sea – they conspire together to make you believe that nothing would taste better at this very moment than some really strong rum, watered down a teeny bit with a few drops of water and a couple bruised mint leaves. Do not be fooled by the steaming coolness rising from that tall glass, my friend. It is a ruse to lure in the unwary drinker and make her need a nap at 2pm. I believe I had a total of about ten alcoholic beverages during the course of the week, which should cover my quota well into 2017.
When you order your Mojito on the beach and drink it while smoking a cigar, the nice man brings you an ashtray that he just carved out of a green coconut:
I loved that man.
Hell, I loved everyone I met. Totally enamored with Latin culture, language, and people, I always feel pretty damn at home here, even though my understanding of the language is woefully inadequate (something which I plan to change immediately). We met several folks who live and work in the fishing village who are what one would call the Salt of the Earth, including one cool cat tour guide who seemed to know everyone and everything going on at any given moment. He even helped me find those cigars.
Speaking of those cigars: One needs certain things no matter where one is, but those essentials change depending on the surroundings. I’ve found it to be true that anytime I’m in the Caribbean, I need Cuban cigars. This is likely a reaction to a decades-long embargo in the U.S. which causes me to have the ‘want what I can’t have’ response, so every time I’m there I buy and smoke with abandon.
Also coffee:
Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the Sea..
That’s the reason for every single decision I make in terms of vacation travel – if there’s no beach involved, I’m likely highly uninterested. I know, I know, there are gorgeous places all over the world; ancient civilizations and art and culture and food and terrain that I’ve never experienced which could and likely would surely outdo my beloved Mexican Caribbean in a way or two. Again, I do not care. I am willfully and endlessly small-minded in this area.
Because I spent a large amount of my early life hanging out at the edge of the Gulf of Mexico and various rivers, ponds, sandpits, and the like, I’m obsessively attracted to water. I can sit, clear-headed, for hours, staring at the line where the water meets the sky, not a care in the world. Add in the fact that at NO time during my life did I ever experience water clean enough for one to actually see one’s feet when standing at ankle-depth, and you have a perfect storm of beach-bum-itis. And baby, I got it bad.
This time I did something that I thought I’d never do – I went underwater. Pretty far underwater, too. About 20 feet, which to me seems like a really long way down when there aren’t gills involved.
Also sharks.
But I did it. Snuba. Like a cross between snorkel and scuba, these two nice boys hook you up to a really long air hose that’s attached to your very own floaty thing; they give you some flipper thingies for your feet (try to keep up, I know this is getting technical..) and teach you how to do the air-breathing without drowning, which is vitally important. They also teach you hand signals to be used underwater, since you can’t talk through your air-breathing thingy (although I did yell ‘shit’ when I saw a large barracuda, all that came out was “bubblebubblebubble”). This was a super exciting little excursion and I got to see lots of really beautiful coral, a teeny bright-red ray, lobsters, aforementioned barracuda, and even an undersea cenote (google it). When it was done, however, I immediately remembered that I am 41 and don’t swim in the ocean often (see Las Vegas on the map?) – because my entire body decided to basically shut down on the walk back to the rental house, where I napped the nap of the partially-dead-by-snuba.
That was okay, too, though, because it was the perfect excuse to go back for a second massage..
I’d like to say, here and now, that it’s likely I will live in Latin America sometime during the course of my life.
This is why:
There is absolutely nothing you can say to top that, mi amigo. Don’t even try.
Random post- spanking photos
Here are a few random post- spanking photos from recent playtimes:
Don’t talk to me right now (Unrelated to spanking)
I had oral surgery last week. Endodontics, they call it, and it’s as much fun as it sounds.
Supposedly the endangered tooth had “roots like a hula dancer” (and I’m quoting the regular dentist here). Having never been compared to a hula dancer before, I initially found this somewhat complimentary – until she informed me that, instead of a regular old dental procedure, I’d be receiving a Special One.
Not special like birthday wish special or snow day special, but special like extra needles and several open-mouthed hours spent breathing directly into the faces of masked strangers special. Special in the I-don’t-take-pain-meds-so-this-is-really-gonna-suck special way.
And it does, indeed, suck. But not in the way you think. I feel pretty fine now, all things considered, but the event itself was nothing short of exquisitely awful, as all dental visits are required to be, by law, and I cannot seem to get the picture of it out of my mind.
Okay, not exactly the picture of it, even, but the picture of what I think about every single time I think of going to the dentist.
This:
A Cheekie Update
Readers,
Since posting ‘Cheekie Pays Her Dues’, I’ve received several emails asking about Cheekie and what she’s doing now.
I’m pleased to report that miss Cheekie is hard at work in her new endeavor – blogging! – and you may visit her new place at:
http://cheekiegirl.blogspot.com/
She’ll be reviewing spanking videos (she’s done her OWN first scene, which I just love), writing about her experiences, and posting up some of her very own original spanking stories.
Cheekie’s a really sweet girl who’s determined to make a place for herself in the spanko community, and I think she’s going to fit in quite well.
We’re also hoping to film more scenes with Cheekie later this year, once she’s back in the Southwest again, and give her the chance to up that tolerance a bit.~
Take a peek at her blog – be NICE – and stay tuned!
– Dana
Introducing a new spanking writer
Readers,
Here’s a great little spanking story by a new writer named Amy Phillips. Amy’s quite the spanko by the sound of it, and I’m hoping that she’ll share more of her excellent imagination soon. Enjoy!
– Dana
*****
Introduction
Lena’s senior year wasn’t ending exactly as she had planned. It was the Saturday before graduation and while the majority of her class was off spending time with their families or holding drinking parties in the woods, her and a select few of her senior classmates were spending their last weekend of the school year in detention. At least Lena had her best friend and co-conspirator, Jenny, at her side. The two 18-year-olds had grown up together and Jenny was the yin to Lena’s yang. Lena was athletic, studious, and relatively reserved. She was tall; she stood about 5’9 and she had been blessed with an hour glass figure. She was in a serious relationship with an older girl, Carolyn, who was 20 and studying to be a lawyer.
Jenny, on the other hand, was no jock. She made average grades—mostly due to her own laziness—but she was dangerously witty and charming. Jenny was short and slightly built. At around 5’2, her height made her look as though she was Lena’s sidekick, which was ironic given their dynamic. Jenny had never been in a serious relationship, but the never-ending cycle of boys coming in and out of her bedroom made it clear that this was a matter of choice as opposed to circumstance.
Most teachers at St. Ann’s would call Jenny a “troublemaker.” Lena’s parents would call her “spirited.” Lena, on the other hand called her her platonic soulmate. A platonic soulmate with a knack for getting the two young ladies into horrible situations. When Jenny had initially dreamt up the senior prank that landed them in the last Saturday detention of the year, Lena couldn’t resist participating. Lena’s older girlfriend, Carolyn, had warned her to either stop Jenny or just stay out of it, but what fun was that? It was the last week of school—what was the worst that could happen?
Lena quickly learned what the worst that could happen was.
The Monday preceding Lena and Jenny’s detention started just like any other Monday. However, their Sunday night hadn’t been like any other Sunday night. Jenny had rigged an elaborate lever and pulley system on the school roof capable of pulling up to a couple hundred pounds, which, conveniently was about how much their dean of students, Miss Hafey’s office furniture all weighed. Miss Hafey was a relatively new hire. Jenny, a perennial staple in the dean of students’ office, first met her just a couple months back. Their initial meeting was not under great circumstances. Jenny had celebrated her 18th birthday by skipping out on school to go to a local amusement park with her boy-of-the-week. She had been spotted there by another student’s parents and reported to the school. The next morning, she was called into Miss Hafey’s office for a chat.
Jenny Meets Miss Hafey: A Flashback
Miss Hafey was likely no older than 35, which was a stark contrast from St. Ann’s old Dean of Students and disciplinarian, Old Man Leroy. Nobody called him Old Man Leroy to his face—not that he would hear them if they had—but he earned the nickname for being quite elderly and generally oblivious to the goings-ons of the students. Back in his heyday he had been a formidable dean, but he refused to retire despite his declining ability to do his job and thus became a bit of an inside joke amongst students like Jenny. After school detention was practically an extra-curricular activity for Jenny and she had played a large role in turning Old Man Leroy into a joke by holding a betting pool on the topic of how long it would take before he fell asleep while supervising detention.
Within moments of meeting Miss Hafey, she became quickly aware that this woman was no joke. Despite her “not-f*cking-around” aura—for lack of a better description, Miss Hafey was friendly. She smiled when she introduced herself to Jenny, which played oddly in juxtaposition to the circumstances under which they were meeting.
“Hello, you must be Jenny.” said the long-haired, brunette woman to the girl in front of her. “I’m Miss Hafey, but you may prefer to think of me as new Old Man Leroy.” she announced with a wry grin.
“How did she know I called him that?” Jenny thought to herself, but then quickly brushed it off. She refused to allow the new dean’s confidence and general soundness of mind rattle her. She was the one who was really in charge after all, just like she had been with Old Man Leroy; if she didn’t assert her dominance now, this woman could make the rest of her senior year hell. She sat down while forcing herself to yawn and look bored.
“Hello, Mrs. Hapey, what can I do for you?” Jenny said, putting her feet up on Miss Hafey’s desk, and mentally high-fiving herself for her purposeful butchering of the new dean’s name.
“You can call me by my actual name, for one.” Miss Hafey said, in a serious tone of voice. “I can see that you’re not one for pleasantries, so I’m going to cut to the chase here, Jenny. I know you. I dealt with students like you every day at my previous job. When I was your age, I was you. You’re not in charge here; I am. If I feel like you’ve forgotten that for even a second, I won’t hesitate to turn you over my knee.”
Jenny was frozen. Although Pennsylvania allowed corporal punishment, the school hadn’t used it since the 1980s.
“W-Wait, what?” Jenny stammered. She had a stutter as a child that she thought she had completely eradicated. She was wrong.
“You heard me, Jennifer. Things are changing around here. You may still be in school, but you’re a grown woman now. If you choose to act with the maturity of a child, I will make you feel like one. I’m not here to make friends and I’m not here to be a joke. I’m here to keep order, enforce the rules, and make sure you graduate with grades better than the Cs you’ve been pulling. If you’re disrespectful, I will spank you over my knee. If you break school rules, I will paddle you. And if you really step out of line, I won’t hesitate to add lines to your backside.” Miss Hafey informed Jenny, without once breaking eye contact.
“Alrighty, then.” Jenny said in a humorous tone, half out of nervousness and half out of determined defiance. “If that’s all you wanted to say, I guess I’ll be on my way. Good to meet you. Let’s do this again sometime. Maybe over tea and crumpets.” Jenny snarked as she got up to leave Miss Hafey’s office.
“Not so fast.” Miss Hafey said as she used Jenny’s shoulder to guide her back into her seat. “I received an anonymous tip that you spent yesterday at an amusement park, which is odd because your mother—who sounds a lot like you now that I think about it—called the school yesterday saying you wouldn’t be able to make it because you were on your deathbed with strep-tibia which, funny enough, isn’t a real illness.”
“It is, too. My knees would not stop coughing all day.” Jenny barked back, rubbing her left knee. “The doctors say it’s a miracle I’m up and walking.”
“You know what, Jenny? When you leave my office it’s going to be a miracle if you’re down and sitting.” Miss Hafey threatened. She pulled a hairbrush out of her desk drawer, pulled a straight-back chair out of her office’s storage closet, and beckoned Jenny over to her.
Jenny froze. She had never been spanked before and quite frankly didn’t believe Miss Hafey’s threats until this very moment.
Miss Hafey felt that Jenny could use a sound paddling, but she sensed this was the first time Jenny was being exposed to corporal punishment and wanted to be relatively gentle. Relatively. Besides, the most serious issue at hand here wasn’t Jenny’s skipping school, but her blatant lack of respect. Going over the older woman’s knee for a spanking would be significantly more humbling than a paddling.
“I’m waiting.” Miss Hafey said, almost teasingly, as she took a seat in her straight-back chair.
Jenny felt her legs betray her and she began moving toward her new dean. When she was close enough, Miss Hafey pulled her over her lap and lifted her skirt. She started Jenny’s spanking very mildly. Jenny tried her best to remain stoic, but despite the spanking’s lack of intensity, she began wiggling and begging for the spanking to end not even two minutes in.
“Are you going to respect me?” Miss Hafey asked inbetween spanks.
“Yes!” cried Jenny.
“Are you going to purposefully mispronounce my name?” Miss Hafey continued.
“No!” cried Jenny, her face reddening with embarrassment.
“Are we going to have anymore meetings like this in the future?”
“Probably!..Wait, I mean no! I mean no!” Jenny panicked.
Miss Hafey stopped spanking just long enough to have a silent chuckle, grateful that her new charge couldn’t see her amusement and then started spanking Jenny’s pink backside harder.
“Well, at least you’re honest.” Miss Hafey said, rolling her eyes and picking up the pace of the spanking even more.
Jenny was regretting that honesty. She started wiggling harder and pleading more. When Miss Hafey felt that Jenny had been sufficiently humbled, she dropped the hairbrush and pulled Jenny’s skirt down. When Jenny stood up to face her, her cheeks were much redder than her backside was.
“I don’t want to see you in here again unless it’s strictly for tea and crumpets.” Miss Hafey informed Jenny.
Jenny blushed harder and choked out a “Yes, Miss Hafey.” while staring at the floor. She didn’t cry, but her eyes did tear up slightly.
Miss Hafey noticed, but felt little sympathy. “Good.” she commented. “Go to class.” she commanded while propelling her out of her office with a parting swat.
Jenny sped out of the room as fast as she could and went to her AP Physics class she had with Lena. Lena saw that she looked disheveled when she entered the classroom.
“Did you get in a lot of trouble for skipping yesterday?” Lena inquired.
“Nope. The new dean seems like a real pushover.” Jenny lied.
The next few months were a game of cat and mouse for Jenny and Miss Hafey. Infractions that Jenny wouldn’t have thought twice about committing under Old Man Leroy’s watch were punished swiftly under Miss Hafey’s reign as dean. Not unfairly, but swiftly. In fact, Miss Hafey had grown quite fond of Jenny in a maternal way. She spent a lot of time with Jenny—not that she had much of a choice since she supervised detention and Jenny managed to spend almost every afternoon there.
If any of her friends had asked her, including Lena, Jenny would declare that she hated Miss Hafey in a way that was not unlike a knee-jerk reaction. But over the course of their frequent interactions, she developed a fondness for her as well. Aside from her regular trips to Miss Hafey’s office for discipline, she would occasionally stop in for help with homework or just general life advice. Sometimes, in a way she couldn’t explain, she even enjoyed her disciplinary trips to Miss Hafey’s office. Not the spanking itself, but the one-on-one attention she received. Jenny had always craved attention—regardless of whether it was negative.
As the year wound down, Jenny began to feel anxious about graduating. Lena was planning on attending an ivy league school out of state and although her test scores were high, Jenny’s grades weren’t good enough to merit an acceptance anywhere but the local community college. Pretty soon her best friend would be hundreds of miles away and her weekly routines with Miss Hafey would be coming to an end. Despite tricking others into believing she was a free-spirit, Jenny thrived on routine. The impending elimination of her current one made her panic. This panic was the catalyst that made her launch a plan to ensure that Miss Hafey did not forget her and that Lena and her would have a memory to reminisce about over breaks from college.
The Prank: Present Day
Jenny was the kind of kid who planned for her senior prank the way that some girls plan for their weddings. In place of planning for bridesmaids and a guest list, she had planned her co-conspirators and victims. Miss Hafey’s arrival at St. Ann’s School quickly shook up her prank plans. Originally, she had wanted to do something that would affect all members of the school. Filling the pool with jello, farm animals in the cafeteria, locking herself in a closet with the school’s PA system and playing “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley on repeat. These plans were dead and buried. She had a very specific victim in mind for her senior prank now: Miss Hafey.
Her idea to put all of Miss Hafey’s office furniture on the roof wasn’t necessarily an original idea, but it was a classic. Jenny was able to get the keys off of one of the night-time janitors she smoked weed with occasionally. Convincing Lena to participate wasn’t difficult. Lena was concerned that her girlfriend, Carolyn, would be upset when she found out that she had indulged Jenny in her fantasy, but she couldn’t say no to her friend. Her enthusiasm was contagious and somewhat intoxicating. That Sunday evening, they used the night-time janitor’s keys to get into the school, a longboard to roll Miss Hafey’s office furniture outside, and the lever and pulley system that Jenny had built days before to place the furniture on the roof.
“You have a C- in Physics, but you figured out how to get 200 lbs worth of office furniture on a roof in a matter of minutes.” Lena laughed while pulling the final piece of furniture up onto the roof.
“What can I say? I’m the queen.” declared Jenny while lighting up a cigarette and enjoying their handiwork.
“Carolyn is going to murder me if she ever finds out I helped you do this.” Lena worried out loud; her face sobering.
“Carolyn will never find out, dude. Relax. Hey, let’s go through her desk!” Jenny suggested.
“No! That’s so wrong.” Lena said, shooting her down.
“No more or less wrong than putting the entire contents of her office on the school roof.” Jenny said, flicking her cigarette butt off the roof and into the school parking lot. Jenny began going through the drawers, finding an array of items ranging from benign office supplies to the paddle that Miss Hafey had used to punish her just a few days prior for trying to eat a sandwich during the school’s end of the year mass.
“You know, what? I kind of want a cigarette. I’ve never had one.” stated Lena, staring enviously at Jenny’s pack. She had always refrained from smoking because of athletics, but she wouldn’t be playing in college and all of her seasons were finished, so why not at least see what she had been missing out on?
Jenny handed her one and Lena lit it, quickly inhaled too much smoke, then entered a coughing fit.
“Yeah I wasn’t missing much. That was pretty terrible.” Lena coughed and threw her still-lit cigarette off the school’s roof into the parking lot.
At that exact moment, Miss Hafey had just exited her car in the parking lot and was approaching the school. She had forgotten an important form in her filing cabinet that she needed to fill out before tomorrow. Reluctantly, she returned to the school to retrieve it and as she was walking toward the school, a lit cigarette fell from the sky and nearly hit her.
“What on earth…?” Miss Hafey wondered, looking around for signs of life. Examining the area, she noticed a longboard not dissimilar to the one she had confiscated from Jenny months ago for riding through the halls and something dangling from the school roof.
“This is not how I want to spend my Sunday night.” she thought, sighing and entering the school enroute to the roof.
When she reached the roof, she saw Jenny and Lena packing their bags to leave, along with an exact replica of her office’s setup.
“Seriously?” Miss Hafey asked, fuming.
“Shit.” said Lena. For a brief moment she considered jumping, but the school was too high up. She was not nearly as acquainted with Miss Hafey as Jenny was, but she had been on the receiving end of her paddle a couple of times. Each time, she had gotten it even worse from her girlfriend, Carolyn, when she found out.
“Go home. Go to bed. Be at the school tomorrow morning at 6 to help me reassemble my office.” Miss Hafey commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” Lena said obediently, practically running toward the stairs.
Jenny took her time, walking past Miss Hafey with a barely concealed grin. This was what she wanted, after all. She didn’t necessarily want to get caught so soon and she hadn’t wanted Lena to go down with her, but more or less this was all part of the plan.
Jenny’s demeanor wasn’t unnoticed by Miss Hafey. As Jenny walked past her, she grabbed her upper arm and twisted the girl to face her.
“Do you think this is funny?” she demanded.
“I don’t not think this is funny.” Jenny quipped back.
Miss Hafey dragged Jenny over to her desk, bent her over it, and pulled out the paddle Jenny had found just minutes earlier. She lit into Jenny quickly and determinedly. She administered five of the hardest swats she had ever meted out at lightning speed, causing Jenny to burst into tears.
“Go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Miss Hafey said, trying to suffocate any rising sympathy she had for the crying girl.
“Yes ma’am.” Jenny cried, feeling an overwhelming sense of regret.
Very little sleep was had by any parties involved that night. Both Jenny and Lena arrived at the school the next day at 5:55, not wanting to anger Miss Hafey more. They quietly transported Miss Hafey’s furniture from the roof back to the floor and reassembled her office. Although it took little time to get the furniture onto the roof, it took the girls significantly more time to get it back down. So long, in fact, that by the time they were finished school had already began and word of their prank had spread throughout the senior class. Jenny’s goal had been achieved. Her prank was legendary, however, she could care less. She spent any and all time she normally would have spent basking in glory worrying about her impending punishment.
When Jenny and Lena were finally finished rearranging Miss Hafey’s office, the senior class was called to assembly. Relieved that their punishment was postponed at least until after the assembly, the girls gratefully walked to the auditorium.
Jenny and Lena were the last ones to arrive at the assembly so when they reached the auditorium, it was already filled with their 18-year-old peers. They couldn’t get seats together, so they settled for sitting across the aisle from one another.
Miss Hafey walked onto the auditorium stage and the student body silenced. Normally Principal Riley was the one who led assemblies so this was unconventional for the students.
“Last night, two of our students broke into our school, stole my belongings, and placed them on the roof.” Miss Hafey began.
Jenny’s stomach dropped. She realized what was about to happen before Lena did.
“Since these two students chose to disrespect me in such a public manner, I think it’s only fitting that their punishment be carried out in a public manner.” Miss Hafey continued.
Lena’s stomach dropped, too, and she made nervous eye contact with Jenny.
“Will Lena Cruz and Jennifer Goldman please join me on the stage?” Miss Hafey asked.
Lena and Jenny began to slowly approach the stage. As they got closer, they noticed the paddle on the floor and Miss Hafey turned over the podium so that it acted as a makeshift low-lying desk. When they reached the stage, Miss Hafey said “Will you two please bend over and place your hands on the podium?”
Lena thought she would die of embarrassment. The way Miss Hafey was asking them to bend over would entail displaying their backsides to the entire student body. Jenny blushed when she realized that hers was still red from the brief, but powerful paddling she had received last night. The girls did as they were told and Miss Hafey picked up her paddle.
“This is what happens when you behave atrociously in a very public manner.” Miss Hafey warned the student body, insinuating that these girls’ fates were cautionary tales for the rest of them. She then lifted the girls’ skirts, pulled their panties down to just below their backsides, and turned to face Jenny and Lena.
“I want you to count these. I want you to refer to me as ma’am. I want you to stay still. I don’t care if you cry and I don’t care if you yell out, but you will not move.” she commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” the young women responded in unison.
The first crack of the paddle hit Lena and she couldn’t control her urge to yell out.
“ONE MA’AM!” she cried. She had never been paddled like this by Miss Hafey. Her previous spankings in her office had been more gentle, very private, and typically followed by a hug. Jenny, on the other hand, had received a number of wicked paddlings—just none that were quite this public.
Jenny remained silent during her first swat, aside from her required response. As the number of swats rose, so did the volume of Jenny’s voice in response to the swats. Halfway through the spanking, she was kicking and pleading for Miss Hafey to have mercy.
“Please no more. I’m so sorry.” Jenny begged Miss Hafey, quietly, so that only the three women on the stage could hear.
Miss Hafey guided Jenny’s chin up so that their eyes met and responded “I know you’re sorry. You’re not sorry enough, though.”
Miss Hafey continued paddling the young ladies until she hit twenty swats and both Jenny and Lena were sobbing. The senior class watched—half horrified and half entranced. Miss Hafey told both girls to go wait for her in her office and informed them as well as the rest of the senior class that the young ladies would be participants in the last Saturday detention of the school year. On their way out of the auditorium, Lena shot Jenny an “I can’t believe you got me into this” look.
Saturday morning, Lena shot Jenny the same exact look as they filed into detention along with a handful of other wayward seniors. Miss Hafey announced she had brought both her hairbrush and paddle and would be using them without hesitation should anyone break the rules.
To be continued and what not.
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The Very Bad Boy’s Very Bad Dog
Readers,
I had to share something hilarious with you – an email I received recently from our Very Bad Boy. The title of the email was something like “RIP our favorite spanking implement”, and inside was this photo, of their beloved antique store find brush:
The VBB and his Wonderful Wife have kids, but none of them is teething – so I knew this had to be the work of one of the family pooches. By process of elimination, it’s obvious that their handsome boy Maxwell is responsible, since one of the other two is tiny and old, and the other is a trained service dog.
This is Maxwell:
Maxwell is one of the handsomest boys you’ll see all week – but he’s also a service dog training flunkie. He loves his dad endlessly but couldn’t get the hang of the whole training thing, so now it’s his job to be Maxwell – the dog who eats spanking brushes.
He will be the new hero of spanking bottoms everywhere! Folks will want to borrow Maxwell, just so he can chew up their most-loved/hated paddles, brushes, canes, and straps. I think that this could be a great career for Maxwell, as I’m VERY certain that there are a few things My Bottom’s Bottom would love to have ‘disappear’.
Below, a photo re-enactment of the crime:
Way to go, Maxwell! Now your mom gets to buy MORE!
New Story Contest : Sin City Spanks
That’s right, folks! It’s a Sin City Spanking Story Contest Extravaganza!!
This month’s story entries should be set in my new home city of Las Vegas and contain some element of the city’s so-called mystique: gambling, gangsters, nightlife, showgirls, celebrities, etc. And spanking – don’t forget about the spanking..
As always, the contest will run through the month, and I’ll announce the winner beginning of June. The winner will receive a spanking ‘prize’ from me, in any of the cities which I regularly visit, or here in Sin City.
The Rules:
*Your story must be an original, unpublished story, written by YOU, specifically for this contest.
*Don’t write about characters (or situations containing characters) under the age of 18.
*Don’t write about sex. There are lots of places to write/read about sex…this isn’t one of them.
*Don’t be a jerk. Just in general.
*All entries must be received by May 31, 2014. By sharing your entry you agree to let me publish/share/excerpt it, here and elsewhere.
Email your original Sin City spanking story to me at : danakanespanks@gmail.com