Totally Unrelated to Spanking : Random Feel-Good-Ness

 

None of us thinks about the same thing all the time, thank goodness. I, like most of you, spend a bit of time engaging in things which are absolutely unrelated to spanking (although I try to keep it to a minimum), and sometimes enjoy things which are totally useless and nonsensical.

Since we could all of us use more silliness in our lives, I’ve added a few things below which you might enjoy…

 

First, one of our most revered singer/songwriters, the amazing Dolly Parton. Even folks who don’t care for country and western music would have a hard time finding something bad to say about this talented and funny woman, and after seeing this video I love her even more: 

 

Next, a somewhat older video, but one that never fails to make me laugh hysterically and inappropriately. If you need me to explain why this video is hilarious, then you’ve not looked closely enough…

 

 

And finally, this guy, who’s just awakened from anesthesia following surgery and doesn’t recognize his wife of many years…

 

 

‘The Boomerang Effect Times Two’ EDITED

 

The ‘Spanking Party Star’ writing contest turned out a lot of really good stories, and this one’s no exception. Enjoy ‘The Boomerang Effect Times Two’!

–  Dana

“THE BOOMERANG EFFECT TIMES TWO”
Even at my very worst, I never expect to lose, so what in the world could have gone wrong last night, and where exactly did I mess up??? First let me start off by telling you that I am currently in my room at the Ramada Inn, soaking in a tub filled with Epsom salt to help heal my injuries. Yes my backside is lit up like a Christmas tree, but that’s just the least of my concerns. I’ve been spanked plenty of times before but never like this. By now I’m sure the video has gone viral, and there is nothing that I can do about it. The good thing is that I’m still alive, the bad thing is that I’d rather be dead than be humiliated the way I was, but I suppose I had it coming. I guess I should start from the beginning. As everyone may or may not know their are only two guilty pleasures that Mr. CM loves to partake in. A good spanking whether giving or receiving and a hot woman, whether giving or receivingAnd for the past eight years I have had my share of both. Primarily with Javier and Sylvia, my good friends..correction ex-friends that I often played with. We were true blue Philly Spankos…attending various parties around the city when time allowed. Thru them I was able to connect with spankos from all over the East Coast. But of course my insatiable appetite for hot women led me to have a secret affair with Sylvia, and Javier was left in the dark completely. I did feel bad initially but the sex was incredible and I couldn’t help myself.
I realized of course that this affair could not go on, and eventually I tried to pull away but Sylvia wouldn’t have it! She told me that, I was the best lover that she ever had, and that there was no need to spoil a good thing. She promised to never tell Javier. Even so I decided to end it, but I had to do it spur of the moment so that Sylvia couldn’t talk me out of it. I called her last night before the annual Dark Horse Dominas Bash. I told her that the affair was over and that I was telling Javier the truth. “No you can’t do that“…she said in a hostile voice, “it will destroy my marriage“. “Sylvia, I’m sorry but this has to be done“….”I can’t take the deception anymore“. With that, I was confident that no matter what happend, I would atleast have that burden lifted off my chest. The Dark Horse Dominas Bash is an annual gathering of local Dominas and their house slaves, as well as kinky couples, and specially invited singles. It’s a celebration of the Dominas in all their glory. And yours truly was an invited guess of Domina Charmin Brown.
I arrived late as usual and found the event to be spirited as always…the drinks were flowing, and a few asses were glowing. A good start to a more than memorable night. I decided that I would wait until after the Bash to tell Javier the sad truth of things. No need to ruin the night early. I mingled with a few old friends and had a few drinks when I saw Javier come towards me. He looked rather happy, almost cocky as he smurked and asked me to go with him to a private back room. “Javier what’s up”..I asked him. “Just come back here with me right now!”…he replied. Not sure what to expect when I got to the back room, I found Sylvia their waiting. “What’s going on”…I asked again. He smiled devilishly at me, and said,..”Sylvia told me everything, and wow I can’t believe it, I mean I’m shocked and honored at the same time..after 8 years, you actually want to be collared and owned by us as are submissive”. “WHAT!”…”and you want to do it here in front of everyone at the Bash”. Damn Sylvia told him that garbage and this idiot actually believes it. But before I had a chance to even tell the truth, someone came from behind me and covered my mouth with a rag, and what smelled of chloroform. When I came to I was totally out of it, but quickly came to realize what was going on. I had been stripped completely naked, and was strapped down over a spanking horse. I couldn’t speak due to the ball gag in my mouth. I had been set up by Sylvia and there was nothing I could do about it…my worst nightmare had come true. The entire gallery of people at the Bash were all watching as Sylvia shouted..”look, our sub is finally awake everyone”..there was a lot of laughter after that and the finally crowning took place. Javier and Sylvia officially collard me and made me their sub. As the crowd began to applause, I noticed the cameras in the gallery. They were actually filming the whole thing. I was mortified, how could this happen to me, I had to escape somehow. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, Javier appeared with his infamous leather “POPPI PADDLE”. I had seen him use it on many men and women in the past, but now it was me on the receiving end. “Now it’s time for me to officially light up my new subs backside with my POPPI PADDLE”…the entire place cheered with joy and laughter…”since my sub has some balls in his mouth, you will all have to count for him”..WHACK!..”One”…WHACK!..Two”…WHACK!..”Three”. I screamed in pain but only a murmur came thru. I received 20 whacks from Javier and another 20 from Sylvia. And now with it all being caught on camera, I was officially the bitch of the Bash. How could this happen to me. I looked over at Sylvia as she grinned at me. I could read her lips..” now your really all mines”. Soon after I lost consciousness again. When I awoke I was back in my hotel room with a splitting headache and a very sore backside. There was a note left on the table for me written by Sylvia. “Dear Chris my new sub…I’m sorry that things had to workout this way, but you gave me no choice…drastic times call for drastic measures, so I did what I had to, in order to keep the peace. And now you belong to both me and my husband how ironic. I’m sorry for humiliating you the way I did, but we both know that you had it coming, the boomerang effect is very powerful…hope you heal up soon, as Javier and I can’t wait to break that bottom of yours again…as always, your new owner…LOL”. So here I am, A once proud switch reduced to a submissive sissy by my own friends. Damn…what a night!

‘Megan Becomes a Top’ : Spanking Party Star contest entry

 

Readers,

An excellent short F/F, F/M story entry to the  Spanking Party Star’ writing contest, ‘Megan Becomes a Top’ is a fun read!

Enjoy~

–  Dana

 

My name is Megan and I have been involved in a relationship with my 29 year old roommate Alexis for over three years.  Alexis is a blond bombshell who is over 6′ tall and has the firm body of an athlete.  She is a lawyer and aware that her stunning looks influences many men on juries who ogle her in court.  Because of this she dresses in tight pencil knee length skirts, stockings, heels, and silk blouses under her suit jackets.  Alexis doesn’t like men and feels that most are pigs who would benefit from the firm hand of a woman.
Alexis pays all of the bills and it is my job to keep our home neat and clean, take care of the laundry, cook, do the dishes, shopping, and to stay within my budget.  If I neglect any of my duties I find myself face down over her knee for a sound no nonsense spanking.  At 5’4″ tall and 110 lbs. I can kick and squirm all I want; but, Alexis has no trouble keeping me firmly in place over her lap.  I sometimes think that if my bottom wasn’t so cute I would avoid some of her paddlings.
I hate Alexis’ paddlings as much as I love her and she enjoys administering them but I obediently submit.  She is an expert spanking disciplinarian and many men and women have spent many unpleasant moments across her lap; and, as lovely as her lap is no one wants to go across it twice.
Alexis’ next surprise was two tickets to a spanking fantasy party in Las Vages.  She assured me that I would be giving the spankings and not on the receiving end.  I told Alexis that I had never given a spanking and that even though it sounded exciting, I wasn’t sure that I could give a good spanking.  Alexis reminded me that I had witnessed her paddling a neighbor caught peaking into our window.  I remembered squirming in my chair during his paddling knowing exactly how much her paddlings sting.  That same evening I witnessed our friend Carolyn strap her husband and the same neighbor.  Alexis explained that because of all of the time I have spent over her knee- I would have no trouble administering a proper spanking.
Alexis and I checked into our hotel and we were given name tags indicating that we were tops or spankers.  It was an  exciting feeling being Alexis’ equal and not submissive to her.  After freshening up in our room we went to the convention center where booths were set up around the perimeter.  The booths were occupied by lovely ladies of all ages with banners above their booths indicating professional disciplinarian, spankologist, spanking therapist, spanking disciplinarian, behavior therapist, and etc.  Vendors also had booths.  At one of these, “Cane-Iac Spanking Toy Store”, Alexis purchased a strap, “The Traveler- Dana’s Brutal Traveling Strap” 12″ x 21/2″ and a Spencer style paddle.  My heart again skipped a beat and I had another lump in my throat!  Alexis smiled and reminded me that we would be doing the spankings this weekend!
As we browsed around the convention center I met Mason a 20 year old college sophomore.  Mason was a small, slim, well built young man just a little bit bigger than me. He was a spankee but he told me that he had never been spanked.  Mason shared that he never had the courage to ask one of his girl friends to spank him because he was afraid they would think he was a weird creep.  He shared that he wanted his spanking to be a no nonsense punishment spanking.  He explained that he had built up guilt about his past behavior and believed that a sound spanking would be a release for him.  I shared my experiences with Alexis with him and admitted that I never have given a spanking.  I also assured Mason that I could give him the spanking that he wanted.  After all I have been over Alexis’ knee on the receiving end often enough and Alexis only gave painful punishment spankings.  I explained to Mason that if he agreed to be spanked by me that once he went over my knee it would be too late for him to change his mind and he would be a very unhappy boy long before I was finished.
I introduced Mason to Alexis and explained Mason’s desires.  Alexis went to our room and returned with her Spencer style paddle . Alexis seldom kicks back and she was dressed in her courtroom attire.  I was wearing my skin tight  yoga pants that showed off my cute behind and a white tank top that barely covered my black bra.  Alexis pulled up two straight backed chairs facing each other and sit in one.  A crowd started to gather around us.  When she crossed her legs I could hear the soft swish of her nylons.  When she smoothed her skirt and put the paddle on her lap my heart again skipped a beat.  This was her routine before putting me over her knee.  Alexis smiled at my discomfort and assured me that I was doing the spanking.
A large crowd gathered around us as I sit across from Alexis and took her paddle.  Mason meekly stood by my side and confessed he felt a lot of guilt because of his past behavior and needed a good spanking.  I think all 300 at the convention center had their eyes upon us as I lowered Mason’s pants and briefs and draped him across my spandix clad lap.  I adjusted him over my knees so his bottom was directly across my lap.  Before his first spank I reminded him that it was too late for him to change his mind.  He had asked for a severe punishment spanking and that was exactly what he was going to get.  I raised Alexis’ paddle high above my head and with a snap of my wrist brought it down sharply on the middle of his bottom leaving a perfect imprint of the paddle.  Mason gasped and kicked as I delivered a second spank just below the first.  I proceeded to paddle his bottom up one side and down the other as he kicked and screamed.  Next I concentrated the spanks where the buttocks and thighs met as the crowd chanted, “Go Girl Go”.  Long before I was finished he was howling and begging for me to quit.  Being on the receiving end of many punishment spankings I continued his spanking until his entire bottom was cherry red.  I emphasized his last few spanks on the spots that were the sorest.  When I finally stopped he laid helpless over my lap.  Before I released him to do his spanking dance I told him, “Be careful of what you wish for because you might get it.”

‘How Many Panties?’ Contest for DanaKaneSpanks.com members

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After having launched the DanaKaneSpanks.com member site, it became clear yet again that a) being a spanko and b) making spanking videos and even c) being pretty good at figuring stuff out in general – doesn’t mean that you’ll understand a damn thing about computer programming.

As regular readers and correspondents know, I took a crash course in video formatting, operating system limitations, and browser incompatibility. Long story short: there’s no single, universal way to make and disseminate video content while insuring that EVERYONE EVERYWHERE may access it simply and successfully. Some early subscribers had a hard time buffering and/or streaming scenes within the member area, and a few were unable to access the Flash videos at all.

So, with a Herculean effort by a wonderful new webmaster, and several weeks of converting and reformatting ALL the videos (around 180 now, I think), I’m happy to announce that the entire archive on DanaKaneSpanks.com has now been made easily accessible to all subscribers.

How did we do this? I’m glad you asked…

All scenes are now available in both high and lo-res MP4 versions (for slow browsers, dial up connections, and mobile devices), and, best of all,

all videos are now DOWNLOADABLE in both versions! So even if your browser doesn’t love MP4’s, or your Windows Machine working on Firefox won’t stream embedded videos, etc etc, etc – you can still watch the videos, no buffering, no trouble, by simply downloading and watching through your machine’s default video player.

 

THE CONTEST

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To celebrate finally finishing this massive project, I’m holding a contest just for DanaKaneSpanks.com site members. The winning member will receive a free subscription to the website (if your current membership is for 30 days, you’ll get 30 days free. If your membership is for 90 days, you’ll get a FREE 90 day extension.)

 

The contest is simple. I’ve added the photoset “How Many Panties” to the member’s area on DanaKaneSpanks.com. Enjoy the 60 photos taken from a spanking Angel received for bringing way, way, way too many panties when she last visited. When you’re done, try to guess How Many Panties Angel is being punished for. The first member to guess the correct number (kinda like ‘How many jellybeans in the jar?’) is the winner. If no one guesses the number exactly, the nearest guess will win.

*Remember to include your DanaKaneSpanks.com username when sending in your guess, and email it to me at danakanespanks@gmail.com.

 

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–  Dana

 

 

‘The Party’ : Spanking Party Star contest entry

 

Readers,

All this month we’ll be enjoying spanking story entries from the ‘Spanking Party Star’ writing contest, and here’s one of many excellent offerings – 

The Party.

 

Enjoy!

–  Dana

 

How do I get myself into these things I mused as I stood naked beside my Mistress knowing that in a few minutes I would be exposed before an audience of, well who knew how many. Despite my nudity I was sweating and my legs were shaking. I looked across at Mistress who was wearing her best “domme” outfit and she gave me an encouraging smile. Looking over to my left I saw a young woman in a similar state of undress who also looked very nervous. I had learned earlier that her name was Elizabeth and like me she was new to these affairs. At least she’s attractive I thought, whatever else happened this evening people weren’t going to laugh at her appearance.Me, well that was a different story, a funny looking bespectacled middle aged man with a beer belly, who wouldn’t laugh? Suddenly I saw Elizabeth tense and realised that the sounds of chatter in the next room had stopped. Then I heard the voice of the M.C. ” Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to thank you all for coming to this, the 5th annual spankathon in aid of Cancer Research. I hope you are all having a good time?”There were loud cheers and a few shouts of “get on with it”. It sounded like there were hundreds of people out there and I fought back an impulse to turn and run away. The M.C. gave a brief summary of the work of the charity that the evening was in aid of and then came the words I had been dreading. “Without further ado lets met our guests of honour. Please give a warm welcome to Mistress Ava and Simon and Master James and Elizabeth” With that the door was opened and I was, with the help of a little push from Mistress, propelled out into the main room of the hotel.

I was led into the centre of the slightly raised area at the back of the room along with Elizabeth. So far I hadn’t looked up, staring resolutely at the floor ,but encouraged by the fact that there hadn’t been any laughter or derision I finally raised my eyes. There were about 70 people in the room, and there seemed to be a roughly even mixture of men and women. Some were dressed in, for want of a better term, fetish gear but a surprising number seemed to be in there normal everyday clothes. The M.C. who was dressed as a circus ringmaster, top hat and whip included, stepped forward.  “Right lets get this evening going, If you would like to spank either of volunteers it will cost you twenty pounds. Using the hairbrush or slipper will set you back thirty quid. Especially for our Scottish friends we have a selection of tawses which will set you back five pounds a stroke and for those of you who prefer a more swishy implement we have a number of canes or riding crops which will cost ten pounds a stroke. I’ve been assured by Mistress Ava and Master James that both of these bottoms can take a serious amount of punishment so lets put that to the test. So form an orderly queue, on the left for Elizabeth and the right for Simon, and don’t forget it’s for a very good cause”. Two queues of people clutching their wallets formed, noticeably more on the left but I had expected that after all who wouldn’t want to spank the firm rounded cheeks of Elizabeth. Then I saw my first customer, a middle aged lady wearing the outfit of a headmistress. ” I’d like to spank him and then give him 6 of the best” she said to Mistress as she handed over eighty pounds. I gulped, I had sometimes been spanked by friends of my Mistress but very rarely and never in front of so many people. Gingerly I lowered myself over her lap feeling a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. The first smack arrived and although it stung I relaxed as I realised it wasn’t going to be any worse than the spankings carried out by my Mistress. A quick 30 smacks later and I was being ordered to stand up and then bend over the bench in the centre of the room. As I made my way over I glanced at Elizabeth who was receiving a sound thrashing with a hairbrush from an elderly gentleman who was very red in the face. I hoped the excitement wouldn’t be too much for him, someone having a heart attack would put a bit of a downer on the evening. However I had my own problems and I bent over the bench and grasped the legs. My punisher was swishing a vicious looking cane through the air and had the look of someone determined to do some damage to my tender bottom. The first stroke showed that she was an experienced user of canes and each of the following strokes ignited a burning sensation in my cheeks.  Then it was over and I returned to the centre of the room. Well that wasn’t too bad I thought I think I’ll survive the rest of the evening. Then I realised that my next customer was a man! When she had asked me if I would provide the male part of the entertainment Mistress had explained that it might involve being punished by a man but I had put the thought aside, now it looked like I would have to face it. “I’d like to spank him and then use the hairbrush” he said handing over the money. He sat down on the chair provided and gestured for me to get over his knee. I hesitated, I had never been spanked by a man what would it be like? Gingerly I lowered myself down and shivered as he ran his hands over my buttocks. I didn’t have long to wait as my first ever spank from a male hand landed on my left cheek. It didn’t feel any different to a spank from a man but I still felt a little uneasy. Soon his hand was replaced with a hairbrush and this was somehow easier to take. My bottom was starting to feel quite sore by the time he had finished and I returned to the centre.
And so the evening continued, poor Elizabeth was clearly the main draw as she was receiving about 3 punishments to each one of mine. As her beautiful bottom got redder and redder and wealed with cane stripes I could only admire her fortitude. She took everything she was given with the odd grunt and occasional squeal if a particularly hard stroke hit her but she was still smiling. Whilst Elizabeth had had far more punishments it was noticeable that mine had tended to be more severe. The majority of people seemed to want to spank her than cane her. I could sympathise with that, her lovely glowing cheeks looked eminently spankable. I on the other hand had received far more canings and strappings than I had spankings. I had so far received 50 strokes of the cane and 80 of the strap. After decades of beatings from Mistress my buttocks didn’t tend to mark up that much but they were definitely looking the worse for wear. I prided myself on being able to take a lot of punishment from my Mistress but I was grateful that the evening was coming to an end. Then I heard my Mistress mutter “oh no” and I looked over to see a very determined looking woman striding towards us, From the reactions of the crowd it was clear that they knew her and I noticed some muttering amongst them. She stopped to chat with the M.C. who then came over to talk to Mistress Ava. She shrugged and looked at me. The M.C.. then stepped up to the microphone “Ladies and Gentlemen, Mistress Sapphire has offered to pay £500 pounds to give Simon 50 strokes, she has also said that if he can take the whole 50 without being tied down, without standing up and without asking for it to stop she will double that amount. So Simon do you accept the challenge”? I thought about how sore my bottom was already and almost declined. Then I thought about the family and friends that I had lost to cancer and knew that I had to try. I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to take that sort of punishment but I was going to give it a go. Okay I said as I walked over to the bench and bent over. I could sense the eyes of seventy people on me and my bruised behind and felt excited and terrified at the same time. The first stroke whistled down and the impact made me gasp. It was clear that his lady meant business. Strokes followed in rapid succession and it felt to me that they were increasing in severity with each one. I gasped and moaned with each agonising impact but I was determined to last as long as possible. I could feel the eyes of the audience on my bottom and felt aroused by that fact. I glanced over to where Elizabeth was standing, still naked and rubbing her bottom ruefully. Seeing me looking at her she smiled and gave me a thumbs up. Then I glanced in the other direction and saw my Mistress looking extremely worried. I knew that despite her severe demeanour she was worried about me so I a gave her a weak smile and she smiled back. At that moment the hardest stroke yet hit and I gave out an agonised yell and almost shot to my feet. Somehow I managed to control the impulse and remain bent over the bench. I had lost count but I heard the M.c. say thirty. I used a trick I used during particulary severe punishments from my Mistress and started working out the percentage of strokes still to come. Unfortunately even in the pain I was in it didn’t take much concentration to work out a percentage if the number of strokes was 50 so that wasn’t much of a distraction. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore the ever increasing pain in my buttocks. Surely she had ripped my cheeks to shreds particularly the right cheek as she was right handed and that cheek was taking the bulk of the impact. Suddenly I realised that the audience was counting loudly and that some were shouting encouragement. 45, 46, 47, 48, 49 came the shout and I realised that I had only 1 more stroke to take, 50! I had made it but I knew better than to rise before I was given permission. There was loud cheering from the crowd and the woman who had been beating me told me to rise. “Well done” she said and shook my hand. My Mistress strolled over affecting a casual air but I was cheered by the fact that she had clearly been worried and concerned for my welfare. “Very well done” she said “every year she makes that beat at the end of the evening when the slave has already received a number of punishments, you’re the first one to take the lot”. Suddenly a number of the crowd appeared beside me and dragged me over to the bar. A number of drinks appeared in front of me and it was only when halfway through the first I remembered that I was still naked. This had to qualify as the weirdest drinks I had ever had, naked with a bunch of strangers and a very sore and welted bottom. Then thee M.C. took to the stage. “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with great pleasure I can confirm that this years event has raised a total of £8500 pounds for Cancer Research, the best total ever. Thank you all and lets give a special cheer for our brave volunteers, Simon and Elizabeth”. A loud cheer rent the air and I received a number of pats on the back. Some of the audience also gave my bum a quick squeeze but I was so happy I didn’t mind at all. Yes I had a very sore bottom and a considerable number of people had seen me naked but I had enjoyed the experience and raised a considerable sum for a charity very close to my heart. Was this the best evening of my life? Probably not but it was close.

 

Fun follow-up to the ‘I’m worried about Amanda Bynes…’ post

 

Okay, this video isn’t at all about Amanda Bynes (who is, apparently, truly very ill), but Justin Bieber – another of the young celebrities I mentioned needing discipline.

In this ‘Between Two Palms’ interview/spoof, Zach Galifianakis, the host, asks young Bieber several ridiculous questions and receives several ridiculous answers…the whole thing’s pretty silly.

But watch the whole video, because close to the end, wait for it…

 

Zach takes his belt off.

Spanking PSA : Spanko Terminology for Newbies

 

Readers,

I’m sure that this has been done before, and probably more thoroughly than I’ll manage here, but we do have newcomers to the spanking community every day and not everyone knows where to look for basic information on the ins and outs and all-arounds of spanking.

So. I thought that it would be a fun idea to do a series of posts to offer some basic (and not-so-basic, eventually) stuff for newbies to peruse. I’ll invite experienced players to expand on my posts in the comments area below, so that your collective wisdom can help inform others…remember, we were all clueless about all of this at one time.

It seems that a good place to start is with some basic terminology. Even though this stuff appears to go without saying to some of us, even the most common spanko terms may be confusing to newbies. With that said, let’s cover some of the most common spanking terms..

(Please keep in mind that some folks will define a few of these terms somewhat differently, depending upon their personal experience/preferences, and it’s important to discuss these things with anyone new with whom you play/communicate.)

 

Spanko – Short for ‘spankophile’, it’s a term which we use to refer to ourselves and others with an interest in spanking and domestic discipline/corporal punishment. (Note: Spankophile does not appear in the dictionary, nor am I trying to overcomplicate a simple term. These words and explanations are here to help NEWBIES when they see words they may not understand (in our parlance).)

Top – A person, of any gender, who only gives spankings but does not receive them.

Bottom – A person who only receives spankings but does not give them.

Switch – A person who both gives and receives spankings. Some switches may refer to themselves as a “50/50” switch (meaning they equally enjoy both top and bottom roles), or a “mostly-toppy” switch (meaning that they like to bottom occasionally but prefer to top), etc. etc.

*Note: Switching can also refer to the act of spanking someone or being spanked with a switch, as in “Go cut me a switch.”

Corporal Punishment – This occurs when one person uses physical touch, either with hand or implement, on one or more parts of the body, with the intent to cause another physical discomfort.

Discipline – This occurs when one is held accountable, through corporal punishment, for negatively-perceived behavior.

Punishment – See Discipline. Usually, the difference between these two terms is subjective to the level of negative behavior and the agreement of the parties involved.

Maintenance – These spankings usually occur on a regular or semi-regular basis, and are most often for the purposes of keeping one ‘on the right track’, so to speak, either mentally, physically, emotionally, or all of the above.

Non-Corporal Punishment – Often used in tandem with spanking, these activities include corner time, mouth-soaping, writing/reading assignments, and many others.

Role Play – Within the context of a spanking ‘scene’, role play refers to the top, bottom, or both, taking on the persona of another person or time. Examples include: teacher/student, boss/employee, etc.

Limits (or Hard Limits) – This is usually meant to indicate ‘no-go zones’, and are subjective to the player. Example : “My hard limits include bondage, canes, and thigh spanking.” This means that the example person does NOT want bondage or canes utilized during spanking play, nor do they wish to be spanked on their thighs.

We’ll take our time to cover the myriad terms, sayings, and situations we use within the spanko community, but if you’ve a question about any basic spanko terms (or have any to add), please share here.

– Dana

Spanking Party Star contest entry : ‘The Surprise Party’

 

Readers,

I know you’ll love this entry to the  ‘Spanking Party Star’ writing contest, titled The Surprise Party….I did.

–  Dana

 

THE SURPRISE PARTY

My wife spanks me. As strange as that image might seem to some, it is that simple. She doesn’t walk around the house dressed in a leather cat suit brandishing a whip and we don’t have any kind of a master/slave relationship. There is no dungeon equipment hidden behind a secret door in our basement. We don’t engage in any complex fantasy role playing. Dawn spanks me. When she thinks I need one, my wife simply puts me across her knee for a good old fashioned spanking.

And it works for us. It works very, very well. I have the kind of personality that lacks discipline and Dawn loves me enough to provide some. Aside from this one aspect of our life, our relationship is an equal partnership. We collaborate on household decisions and matters pertaining to our children and our business. But when it comes to my discipline, Dawn has complete control. When she provides me a list of chores, I am expected to attend to them. Other wives may have to continually nag their husbands to complete household repairs but mine asks me only once. If she has to tell me the second time, it is her hairbrush or her strap that does the talking for her. There is seldom a third time. When I get overly sensitive or moody, ten minutes positioned over a pile of pillows on our bed as she uses her cane to reprimand me rarely fails to get me out of my funk. Disrespecting Dawn earns me my hardest spankings. Disrespecting myself is a close second. We are extremely happy. Our friends notice it. Our kids notice it.

We married young and over 20 years later, our love life was as vibrant and passionate as it ever had been. We spent as many hours together as life would permit and revelled in it. Spanking keeps me in line and keeps us intimate as a couple.  As much as her discipline sessions hurt at the time, I have grown to both anticipate them…and relish in the glow afterwards. As odd as it sounds, I can feel the love in her hands as she disciplines me.

Dawn had always spanked me long enough and hard enough to get her point across, but she was also in tune with my physical reactions. She could sense when I had reached my threshold. Soon after my pleading and squirming reached a certain point, she felt the lesson had been learned and her spanking would end. I would kiss her hand and thank her for loving me enough to discipline me. I meant every word of it…and I lived to show her that I meant it with my actions also.

When the internet rolled around, we found out we were by no means alone. In fact we connected with many other couples who shared in our lifestyle. Web browsing lead to emails, emails to phone calls, phone calls to dinner dates, and before we knew it Dawn and I were getting together with other femdom spanking couples on a regular basis. Mostly it was a weekend here or there with a few couples along with one annual gathering involving a larger number of husbands and wives. For the most part it was all pretty light hearted.  Gatherings included some mild spanking games flavored with lots of great fellowship and laughter.  While there was the occasional firmer spanking session from another wife, for the most part all of my genuine discipline spankings still happened at home. It was at one of those annual gatherings when that changed.

It was a Saturday morning. There were seven couples that year, all of us very familiar and very open with each other. We had laughed plenty by that point. There had been lots of games and every husband had felt a degree of swats from each wife with vast assortment of implements. Our bottoms were certainly kept reddened but by no means overly abused. We had almost reached the point where just our being together as a group had become more enjoyable, more important, than the spanking aspect. All of the husbands would soon find out that our wives had decided to add a bit of a twist to that year’s celebrations. I found out right after breakfast.

As we husbands put the finishing touches on the kitchen clean up, Charlene entered the kitchen. Charlene was considerably taller and larger than Dawn. She addressed the husbands with the same authoritative voice she often used with her own husband. When she told them to go outside and collect some firewood for the evening bonfire, none of the men disobeyed. When she told me to stay with her, I didn’t disobey her either. Charlene was a sweet and caring woman, but she also gave off a clear impression that she was not to be disrespected. Her husband had confirmed that she could indeed deliver a memorable paddling when crossed. None of us doubted his account of her severity.

When the kitchen had been vacated, Charlene led me into the large adjoining living room. The remainder of the women were seated comfortably on the sofas and plush chairs that lined the perimeter of the room. The center of the room had been cleared of everything but a large leather ottoman. On top of it sat a broad oval hairbrush and a considerably larger bath brush. Dawn looked at me and smiled. None of the other ladies said anything.

Charlene sat on the ottoman and called me to her side. When she spoke, she spoke as if it was just the two of us in the room. Her voice was firm and no-nonsense.  She proceeded to inform me that the ladies had decided that each husband would receive a disciplinary session from one of the other wives. Mine was to be from her and I was about to get it right there and then. She went on to list a detailed account of the infractions Dawn believed I deserved to be punished for. I looked towards my wife. Dawn was no longer smiling. Charlene chastised me and told me to pay attention to her and her alone. I quickly returned my gaze to her direction. She went on reciting the litany of my shortcomings and outlining the expectations that my behaviour would change. After what seemed like an eternity of humbling scolding, she picked up the hairbrush and told me to bare my bottom and get over her knee. I complied, knowing full well I was about to get a very good tanning.

Charlene wasted no time. The brush fell the second I was over her lap. Quick and harsh. She was a very hard spanker. Unlike Dawn who usually gave a number of lighter warm up smacks, Charlene got right down to business. She was strong and her strokes were rapid and full force right from the onset. She began with five or six spanks to the same spot on one cheek. Then the brush descended the same number of times to the opposite cheek…before returning to a spot close to the original strike zone with yet another series of blows. And so she went on, a sequence on the right side followed by a sequence on the left side, back and forth, back and forth, until my entire backside burned. Only then did she take a break. A respite just long enough to adjust my position, raising my bottom more over her left knee, allowing her to swing her powerful right leg over my calves to prevent my continual squirming and kicking.

And the spanking resumed. Charlene then diverted from her previous method. Instead of multiple strokes to a singular spot, the brush now fell randomly, each spank to a different spot on my behind, sometimes alternating from cheek to cheek and other times finding different targets on the same side. The force and speed of the spanking did not slow down, if anything she seemed to increase the tempo.  She was also including the tops of my thighs with this second round. I was nearing my limit. My vocal pleas to both Charlene and my wife were becoming more desperate by the moment. I assumed Charlene was reading my reactions when she finally ceased with the spanking. I was more than relived as I awaited her to release the leg hold and instruct me to stand. Much to my chagrin, my spanking was far from over.

Charlene held me firm and once again went over Dawn’s list of infractions. After each item she asked me if I understood and intended to address the problem. I choked out a “Yes Ma’am” to each. When she was satisfied with my responses, she got right back to work with the hairbrush. For a good ten more minutes that brush rained down, side to side, top to bottom in its relentless mission. At some point I realized Charlene was speaking to the other wives. She was explaining how she had discovered long ago that the most effective discipline spankings went on long after her husband wanted them to stop. Indeed it was only after he had reached his threshold that the real punishment began.

 

She was right. Long before she finished that final hairbrushing I had both physically and mentally handed control over to her. Her leg still pinned me down, but I had completely ceased any struggling and had resigned myself to accepting whatever amount of punishment she felt I deserved. I was being disciplined. Nor did I hesitate when she finally released me, stood and commanded me to lay prostrate over the ottoman.

She finished her spanking with twenty slow strokes of the bath brush. I was instructed to count each of them off. Dawn sat on the floor in front of me, holding my chin in her hand and gazing into my face as the brush hit home. When Charlene was finished, Dawn added another twenty of her own. I was not permitted to get up off the ottoman for another ten minutes. I had to lay there with my blistered bare behind on display as the ladies discussed what they had witnessed.

All of the husbands received a similar treatment before the weekend was out. The implements and the positions changed to meet each particular wife’s taste in discipline, but all of the men were just as surprised and just as thoroughly spanked.

That weekend, that party, that punishment only strengthened our relationship. I remembered what Charlene had told me and worked to make myself a better husband. When I fall short, Dawn’s knee and her hand are always there to remind me. I am blessed to have a wife that loves enough to spank.

END

 

You say it’s your birthday. – What a coincidence…

 

…it’s my birthday too.

(Insert that cheesy birthday song here.)

October’s my birthday month, and this year I’m turning 41. I’m still waiting for that upset/obsession about being over 40, but as it hasn’t happened yet I cannot comment on what the fuss is all about. I know that, by societal mores, women are suddenly *of a certain age* when they are no longer in their thirties, and they’re not supposed to be happy about it. (It should be noted that I am deliriously happy to be ANY age, because that means that I’m still here. This is a recurring theme for me, apparently. Attendance.)

Other things of note:

When you’re (a woman) over 40, all of a sudden folks think it’s a compliment to say “Wow. You don’t LOOK forty (or fifty, or whatever)!”. 

That’s not a compliment.

What the hell do you think forty (or fifty, or whatever) is supposed to look like? Should a woman no longer thought of as ‘youthful’ all of a sudden develop a dowager’s hump and conspicuous upper lip hair? Must we all sag and bag and droop in inappropriate places? That sounds more like 80 than 40, doesn’t it?

Once we’ve left our most-sensibly-timed childbearing years behind, we are also supposed to be less sexy, in practice and in perception – somehow, by process of elimination of viable pregnancy and gestation (which, I cannot stress enough, is NOT a bad thing), our hotness factor is somehow inexplicably reduced. Here, I challenge any woman who’s lived through her 20’s, 30’s, and 40’s (or beyond) to announce that she felt more sexy, sensual, and body-confident in her twenties than she does now. I, for one, am more happy with my physical reality than I’ve ever been – because it’s CONFIDENCE and EXPERIENCE which are really important…collagen’s just a pretty wrapper.

This isn’t to say that vanity isn’t a part of my middle-age reality. I know that I’m 20 years older than I was 20 years ago, and I know that nobody in their right mind would card me for booze at this juncture in my life. I’m okay with both of those things, and with the knowledge that, no matter how others may perceive me – 

I’m here. And I’m happy. And that’s all that matters. (Even if I do sometimes do that thing in the mirror where you pull your cheeks up with your index fingers to simulate a Joan-Rivers-facelift-look.)

 

–  Dana

 

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Spanking Party STAR story contest winner!

 

Readers,

It is my pleasure to share with you the winner of this month’s ‘Spanking Party Star’ story contestMy First Party.

This was likely the most difficult contest judging to date. As you’ll see throughout the month of October, there were several excellent stories submitted, so I read and reread until I was certain I’d made the right choice. 

In the case of ‘My First Party’, not only is the story well-told and the characters and dialogue funny and believable, but the author’s taken the time to educate the reader – spanko terms, implements, relationships, etc – throughout the telling of the story. I hope you enjoy it, and all the rest, as much as I have.

 

Thanks again to ALL the willing authors who’ve worked so hard over the years to make the writing contests fun and competitive!

–  Dana

 

MY FIRST PARTY

By Randy Lee

 

I got out of my car, collected my purse and workday tote bag, and walked toward the steps to my second-floor apartment, pointing the remote behind me to lock the car.  I hadn’t taken five steps before sweat beaded on my forehead and was about to trickle down my face.  I unlocked my mailbox, retrieved my mail, and started up the stairs.

“Hi, Randy.  I’m sure glad the weekend is finally here.”

I paused, turned, and saw Sandra Barnes, my three-doors-down neighbor, who was climbing the stairs a few steps behind me.

“Wow, me too,” I agreed.  “This has been a real rough week at work.  As if just being busy weren’t enough, there’ve been so many difficult customers and just as many difficult bosses to contend with.  I’m really looking forward to being able to relax.”

“I’m with you there,” Sandra replied.  “I’m going to a party later.  Just the thing to wind down from a hectic week.

I reached the top of the steps and looked down at her.  “I’ll think good thoughts about your head tomorrow,” I offered.

She looked puzzled as she reached the top.  “My head?” she asked.  “What do you mean?”

I explained, “You know, a hangover.  I don’t drink anymore, but I still remember what it feels like the next morning.”

Sandra paused.  Searching for the right words, she said, “Um, well, it’s not that kind of a party.  In fact, there’s no drinking at all.”

“A party with no drinking?  Well, that’s a new one on me.”

Sandra cocked her head and looked away for a moment, her brow knit in concentration.  A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she again looked in my direction.  Hesitating briefly, she said, “You and I are pretty close.  Come over to my place for a minute.  I’ll explain.”

I followed as she walked to her door.  Unlocking it, she invited me in.  We plopped our gear on the sofa, and she said, “Have a seat.  Want some tea?”

“Yes, please,” I said.  “It’s hot out there.  Tea would really hit the spot.”

“You got that right,” she agreed.  She opened the refrigerator door and reached for a pitcher of the most refreshing beverage on earth, setting it on the counter.  She took two large tumblers from the cupboard, added ice from the freezer bin, and filled the glasses with tea, setting one in front of me and the other across the table.  She returned the pitcher to the fridge and sat down.

I looked at her.  “Okay, now what’s so top secret?”

As before, Sandra hesitated, evidencing the same suggestion of a smile, but her gaze was steady.  “It’s a spanking party.”

My eyes must have gotten as big as saucers.  “I beg your pardon??!!”

“You heard right,” she reassured me.  “I belong to a group of people who get together once a month for a spanking party.  Some of them spank, some get spanked, and some do both.  Some people, especially new ones, do neither.”

I realized my jaw was nearly on my chest.  “Sandra Barnes, do you mean to tell me there are people out there who like to be spanked?  I mean, people besides me?”

Now it was her turn to stare.  As close as we were, as much as we knew about each other, she was as surprised as I was.  “Are you saying you’re a spanko, too?”

“Spanko?  I’ve never heard that word before.”

“It’s short for spankophile.  It means someone who likes spanking, either giving or getting or both,” she explained.  “So which are you, a Top or a Bottom?”

“Top or Bottom?”  It sounded like English, but she was speaking a foreign language to me.  “What does that mean?”

“A Top is a spanker.  A Bottom is a spankee.  A Switch does both.”

“I guess I’m a Bottom.  I like to be whipped.  Spanked, you call it.  So ‘Switch’ doesn’t mean what weapon is used?”

“Oh, no.  Many Tops spank with their hands.  Some use paddles or belts or other toys.”

“Toys!!??  If somebody came at me with a paddle, ‘toy’ is not the first word I would think of.” I thought for a few moments.  “Although I have had a belt and a riding crop used on me.  It was kinda rough, but I wanted it.  And I liked it.”  By way of clarification, I added, “There were always bruises.”

“So you’ve done it more than once,” Sandra asked.

“Yes, a number of times.  Maybe twenty times.”

“But ‘toy’ wasn’t the word that came to mind?”

“No.  It was not a game.  It was consensual, but not sensual.” For a brief moment I was lost in memories of a former time.

Sandra brought me back to the present.  “Were you always the one that received the spankings, or did you sometimes give them.”

“I was always on the receiving end, so to speak.”

Sandra smiled an acknowledgement of the pun. “At our parties, our aim is to have fun.  We do this because we enjoy it.  Bottoms enjoy getting spanked, and Tops enjoy spanking them.  If it gets unpleasant, the Bottom says so, and the Top changes tactics.  Either that or the Top is asked to leave.  Well actually, told to leave.  It’s a rule.”  She was quiet for a minute.  “Wanna come to the party?  I could make a phone call and see if it’s okay.  I’m sure it will be.  You don’t even have to play if you don’t want to.

“Play?  Is that what you call it?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm,” she affirmed.  ‘Play.’  That’s what you do with ‘toys.’  I bet you would enjoy it.  No one will coerce you into doing anything you don’t want to do.  You can just be an observer.  I think you would be surprised how much fun you’ll have.”

“Where does this take place?  I’m imagining a dungeon somewhere.”

Sandra laughed.  “No, it’s not a dungeon.  This group meets at the home of some members, a married couple.  More like a mansion, really.  This house has eight bedrooms, six bathrooms, two large living rooms, and the usual den, dining room, kitchen, etc.  And a four-car garage and ten acres.  And indoor and outdoor swimming pools, one of each.”

I was amazed.  “Wow, Sandra.  That sounds like quite a mansion, all right.  “Yes, I’d like to go.  If there is a fee involved, I’ll gladly fork it over.”

She answered, “There’s a fee for the party, and there’s a one-time fee for membership in the group.”  She told me the amounts.  “And they do require cash.”

“Not a problem,” I said.  “I happen to have that much on me.  What do I do?  I’ll need to change clothes.”  I got up to leave.

“I’ll get hold of one of the people in charge and get it all set up.  You go shower and get something to eat if you want to.  They’ll have munchies at the party.  Either way, brush your teeth.  Be back at 7 and we can ride together, or you can follow me.  The party lasts till 2 in the morning, but I usually leave about 11.  Oh, and just wear something vanilla.”

“You mean white?”

Sandra laughed again, this time at my lack of knowledge.  “No, it just means ordinary.  Not a costume or anything suggesting spanking.”

“Oh.  Okay.”  I’m sure I looked confused, but not as confused as I felt.

“Take your tea.  You can bring the glass back later.”

“Yeah.  Sure.” Dazed, I grabbed the glass and my tote bag and went out the door, heading for my place.

I walked the thirty-odd steps to my apartment, thoughts spinning around in my mind like it was a blender.  Okay, Randy.  What have you gotten yourself into this time?  Well, she said I could just observe.  She said I don’t have to participate.  What did she call it?  ‘Play?’  This is the strangest thing I’ve ever heard of.  But an hour ago, my craving was the strangest thing I’d ever heard of.  Yeah, an hour ago, and a year ago, and twenty years ago.  This may just be what I’ve been looking for all this time.

I unlocked my apartment door and went in, relocking the door behind me.  I parked my tote bag and purse in their usual places and headed for the bedroom, kicking off my shoes.  A long, satisfying drink of tea went a long way toward slaking my thirst.  I padded around in socks, shedding an article of clothing every few steps.  These I gathered up and tossed into the dirty-clothes basket in the corner.  I stopped in front of the closet, whose doors were always open unless company was coming, and gazed at my wardrobe.  Vanilla.  What’s vanilla?  Ordinary.  How about dark slacks and a casual top?  Yeah, that would be fine.  I reached for hangers containing navy pants and a blue and white flower-print shirt with a straight hem and hung them on a hook on the bathroom door.  I went to my bureau and opened the underwear drawer.  If I just observe, I’ll keep my clothes on.  But if I change my mind, am I going to undress?  Will I keep my panties on?  Should I choose attractive undies?  Will anyone care?  Probably not.  I took panties, a bra, and socks from the drawer and laid them on top of the bureau.  Then I went into the bathroom, reached to turn on the shower, and stripped off my remaining garments.  Having shampooed my hair that morning, I decided it wasn’t necessary to do it again, so I put on a shower cap.  Checking that the water was warm, I stepped into the back of the tub and closed the sliding door.  I quickly scrubbed all over, using the bath brush on my back.  Turning under the shower head to rinse off the residual soap, I contemplated what the party would be like, noting that my body was already intrigued by the idea of a whipping.  I turned off the water and slid the door open, pulling a towel from the towel bar on the outside of the door.  I took the shower cap off and shook it, replaced it on its hook, and stepped out onto the bath mat.  I dried off, hung the towel back on its bar, and went into the bedroom.  After the warm shower, another swallow of tea cooled and refreshed me.  I drained the glass, wiped the moisture off the outside of it, and stuck it in the top of my purse so I would remember to take it when I returned to Sandra’s.

I put on the undergarments and outfit I had selected.  With black oxfords, I was dressed.  I decided to forgo makeup except for my eyebrows, which were getting paler with the passing years.  Brushing my teeth was the last item on my to-do list.  With that accomplished, I studied my face in the mirror.  Randy, have you absolutely lost your mind?  Well, Sandra’s going.  I’m not any crazier than she is.  No, I guess you aren’t.  But you gotta admit, this is the zaniest Friday night of your life.  So what?  What’s life without a little drama, especially high-spirited, fun drama?  Satisfied with my preparation, I gathered my purse and the empty tumbler, turned off lights, and locked my apartment door behind me.

 

I walked to Sandra’s door and knocked.  A lusty “Come in” sounded from within the apartment, so I knew that my friend was not far from the door, most likely in the kitchen.  Letting myself in, I saw that she was dressed much like I was.

“Your outfit’s just fine,” she said.  “See?  You’re already learning vanilla.”

“Thanks,” I replied.  “Here’s your glass.”  I set it on the counter in the kitchen.  “You make great tea.  So everything is all set for me to go to the party?”

“Sure thing.  What do you want to take to drink?  I have bottled water, ginger ale, and diet cola.  And, of course, tea.”

“Water would be good.  Thanks.”

“You’re quite welcome.  Getting spanked is thirsty work,” she joked.  “Not that you necessarily will.” She reached into the fridge and brought out four bottles of water, placing them in a lunch-sized cooler.  “Okay, looks like we’re all set.”

“All right,” I said, moving toward the door.  “Can I carry anything?”

“Nope, I got it.”

I opened the door and went out.  She followed, locking the door behind her.  We descended the steps in the bright Texas sun, which at 7 p.m. was still hotter than West Hell.

When she got to the bottom of the steps, Sandra asked, “Do you want to ride with me or take your own car?”

“I’ll accept the gracious invitation to go with you,” I said, joining her on ground level.  It’ll help me not to be so nervous.  Besides, I don’t expect to get bored and want to leave.”   I smiled, and she laughed.  “So how far away is this place?”

“It’s only about 9 miles.  You’ll be surprised where it is.”

We left the parking lot and headed toward downtown.  After a few blocks, Sandra turned right, in the direction of a city park.  She drove around it and continued on a four-lane street toward the outskirts of town.  We passed the high school and then a shopping mall.  A few miles later, we came to what was known as the “hospital district,” a rather pretentious moniker for the area surrounding the town’s only hospital.  It was new, however, and two generous endowments had provided for creating and maintaining state-of-the-art equipment and leading-edge technology in several specialties.  The facility had the potential to become a showcase for modern medicine, though on a small scale.

We drove past the emergency entrance, and Sandra observed that there were no ambulances and only one police car.  I voice the hope that it would be a slow night for ER personnel.  Beyond the hospital grounds, on both sides of the four-lane road, were recently constructed housing developments with interesting architecture and lawns that were well cared for.  A mile or so later, Sandra turned right, into a drive flanked with beautifully maintained shrubbery and flowers in an array of colors.  We approached a tall gate, and Sandra drove up to a call box to gain access to the property.  I imagined we were about to enter a gated community containing expensive dwellings.  Sandra pushed a button, and a male voice said, “Good evening.”

Sandra replied, “Hello, I’m Sandra.  Elements.”

The voice answered her, “Hello, Sandra.  Proceed.”  The gate moved slowly to the right, allowing us to enter.  Sandra drove through the gate and followed a road wide enough to be two-lane, on each side of which was an expanse of newly mown grass.  As the road wound and curved toward a large structure some distance in front of us, I realized that this was not a gated community; it was a gated HOUSE.  I was looking at the ten-acre grounds of the mansion.  I thought of the lyrics to a Broadway song, “What a setup! Holy Cow!  They’d never believe it if my friends could see me now.”  As we got closer, it was evident that part of the lawn to the side of this dwelling had been designated as a parking area.  Even without marked boundaries, drivers had parked their vehicles in surprisingly even rows, with enough space between each two cars to open the doors fully.

We reached the end of the grassy parking area, where Sandra pulled in beside a dark red sedan.  “Well, I see Allen is already here.  He’s the one I called to make sure it was okay.” She shifted the car to PARK and turned off the ignition.  “I would suggest you leave your purse here.  That way you won’t have to keep up with it.  Besides, there’s probably not anything in it that you’ll need.  Oh, wait:  You will need your driver’s license and money.  I’m just taking my car keys, and I keep ‘em in a pocket.

“Sounds good to me,” I replied.

“Good.  We can put them in the trunk.”  I opened my purse and got out my driver’s license and the cash I would need.  Then we got out of the car, Sandra unlocked the trunk, and we put our purses in it.  She closed the trunk and locked the car.  We turned toward the front door of the house.  “Are you nervous?” She asked.

“A little.  Well, maybe more than a little.” I admitted.

Sandra chuckled.  “So was I, the first time I came to one of these parties.  It won’t be strange for long.  In no time at all you’ll settle in.”

We reached the front porch and went up the steps.  Sandra rang the bell.  The door was opened by a tall, slim man with dark hair just turning silver at the temples.  On his green golf shirt was a name tag that said “JOHN,” beneath which was a solid blue circle.  “Hi, Sandra,” he boomed, hugging her as he pulled her inside.  I followed, and he closed the door.  He leaned down to kiss her cheek and then looked at me. “This must be the friend Allen called me about.”

“Yes, indeed,” Sandra replied.  Turning to me, she said, “Randy, this is John, the master of the house.”  She gestured toward me.  “John, my friend and neighbor Randy.”

He took my hand in a gentle handshake.  “So pleased to meet you, Randy.  Sandra tells me you’re new to the lifestyle.”

“Yes,” I agreed, having no idea what he was talking about.

My neighbor rescued me.  “What he means is the Spanko lifestyle.  Yes, Randy’s new to the lifestyle, but not the fetish.  She was into spanking some years ago but just didn’t know other people were.  She’s never been to a spanking party before.”

“Well, you’re certainly welcome, Randy,” John said warmly.  “We have a real friendly group.  Let’s get you registered, and there’s some information we need to make note of.  Come along.” He led Sandra and me to the kitchen, where a woman sat at a table with a notebook and pen, a sheet of self-adhesive name tags and a sheet of different-colored adhesive circles with some missing, and a locking money box.  “Evelyn, we have a new member.  Sandra brought along her neighbor.  It’s been cleared with Allen.”  The woman had printed “SAN” on one of the name tags and stopped to greet us.

“Yes, he told me.  That’s great!” she said to John.  To me, she held out her hand.  “Hi, I’m Evelyn.”

“I’m Randy,” I answered, gripping her hand briefly.

“Have a seat,” she said.  “Did you bring your driver’s license?”  She continued printing “DRA on the name tag and attached a red circle under the name.

“Yes.  I have it right here,” I said, digging into my pocket.  I handed it to her and sat in a vacant chair.

Evelyn alternately looked at my driver’s license and the page of her notebook, writing down the information she needed.  “Do you know about the fees?”

“Yes,” I said.  “Sandra told me.  Is this the right amount?” I asked, handing her the bills I had stashed in my pocket.

“Yep, right on the nose,” she confirmed.  “Glad to have you here tonight.  What’s your position?” she asked, reaching for another name tag.

Again ignorance silenced me, and again Sandra came to my rescue.  “She’s a Bottom, but tonight she’s an Observer.”

After printing my name on the tag, Evelyn peeled a green, self-adhesive circle from a sheet and placed it carefully under my name.  “There,” she said.  “You’re officially an Observer.  And Sandra, here’s yours.”  After peeling the backing off them, she handed us the name tags, which we pasted to our shirts.

“Well, let’s get you introduced around,” John said to me.  “Come this way.”

He led us into a large, high-ceilinged living room where several small groups of people sat on sofas and in armchairs, chatting on different subjects.  He went up to each group and introduced me.  I heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh in an adjoining room.  “Now I’ll introduce you to my wife,” John said, leading us in the direction of the sound.  Only two people were in the room, a woman with her dress up over her back and her panties down around her knees, and a man across whose lap she was lying as he repeatedly spanked her with his hand.  Her arms were folded under her head, her chin resting on the uppermost hand. “Hi, Honey,” she said cheerily, followed by “Ow, Keith,” as she looked back at the man.

“Aw, did that hurt?” said her punisher, rubbing her bottom gently.

“Hi, Joyce,” John greeted his wife, planting a kiss on her hair.  “I want to introduce our new member, Sandra’s friend Randy.  Randy, this is my wife, Joyce.”

“Hi, Randy.  Forgive me for not getting up,” she apologized, “but I’m a little indisposed at the moment.”

“Oh, that’s quite all right,” I said, smiling.  “It’s nice to meet you.”

Then John instructed, “Now, Keith, you know Joyce only likes to be spanked when she deserves it and when she doesn’t.  And she only likes it hard or harder.  Keep that in mind, will you?”

“Sure ’nough, John,” Keith agreed, smacking Joyce more forcefully, which made her bury her face in the bedspread.

“Jnmm?” she said, the sound muffled by bedclothes.

“Yes, dear?” her husband answered.

She lifted her head toward him and observed, “You’re not helping.”

“Okay, Hon.  I’ll just run along and do some more introductions.”  He patted her shoulder gently in parting.

As we moved toward the door, John explained, “Don’t worry, Randy.  She loves it.  Joyce and I have been married for 34 years, and we’ve known Keith for 20.  He knows she likes it hard, but he won’t overdo it.  She’s in good hands.  Or undergood hands, you might say.”  I chuckled.

We followed John out into the living room.  Ever the tour guide, he suggested, “Let’s go upstairs and see what kind of action there is.  It’s usually a lot.” As the three of us trooped up the grand staircase, I thought how bizarre the scene was that I had just witnessed.  A guy was spanking another guy’s wife, and she and both guys were as happy as larks.

 

We got to the top of the stairs and heard a variety of sounds of hitting going on.  In the first room on the left, there was a queen-sized bed.  Three of its sides contained women who were being spanked, two by men and one by a woman.  The two Bottoms being spanked by men were prone on the bed while their Tops were standing up and using leather implements of differing types on their bare buttocks.  On the far side of the bed, the woman Top had her victim across her lap, spanking her with a rather small, brown-and-tan-striped wooden paddle that brought repeated flinches and protests.

“Ouch, Vivian.  That hurts,” she wailed.

“Of course it hurts, Kim.  It’s a spanking.  It’s punishment.  It’s supposed to hurt.  How many is that?”

“Twelve,” Kim answered.  She sniffled.

“And how many are left?”

“Thirteen.”

“Very good,” Vivian acknowledged.  “Hold still.” She swung the paddle again, causing Kim to flinch.  And again.

I looked at one of the other women.  The man spanking her was using a doubled-over strap that made a loud slapping sound.  The woman’s panties were pulled up so that both cheeks were exposed and fabric was between them.  She was lying still and looked quite serene.  “Hi, John,” she greeted our guide.  “Have you played yet?”

“Hi, Lani.  No, not yet.  Right now I’m showing our new member around.  Randy, this is Lani.  Lani, Randy is a neighbor of Sandra’s.  They’ve lived three doors down from each other and been pals for five years, and today they learned something new about each other.”

Lani smiled at me.  “Hi, Randy.  I hope you have a good time.  This is a great bunch of people.  I see you’re an Observer tonight.  That’s fine.  No one will make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Thanks,” I replied.  “It’s certainly different.  I’m not used to any of this.”

“That’s okay.  All of us attended our first party once upo—OW, Curtis!  Is that what you were trying to get me to say?  All right, you got your wish.”  To me, she resumed, “As I was saying before I was so painfully interrupted, we were all new and going to our first party once upon a time.  Soon, you’ll be an ‘old hand.’ ”

“Thanks for the encouragement,” I answered.  Seeing that John had turned and was moving toward the door, I said, “See you later.”

John said, “The woman doing the spanking in there is Vivian.  She’s a Top, and she’s Kim’s Domme.  I imagine Kim got herself into trouble, although being her Domme, Vivian can spank her anytime she wants to, for whatever reason.”

We moved down the hall, peeking into different rooms as we went.  We passed one room where a man wearing a T-shirt stood beside the bed, bent over with his hands flat on the bedspread.  I saw that his pants and undershorts were down around his ankles.  A woman was using a switch of some kind on his bare bottom with much force and just as much accuracy.  Several parallel lines marked the skin, and she was in the process of adding another one below them.  “Eight,” he counted.

I asked John, “Another Domme?”

“I don’t think so,” he replied.  “Laura is a Top, but I think she’s just giving Eric what he likes.  He likes it when his Top makes him count.  They’re both regulars at our parties, but I don’t think they have a Domme/sub relationship.”

“What was she hitting him with?” I wanted to know.

“A cane,” John said.  “It looked like a Delrin cane.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Canes were originally rattan.  Delrin is a synthetic material that resembles rattan in weight and size, but it’s virtually unbreakable.  It’s very bendable, though.”

John then suggested that we go back downstairs to socialize some more.  At the head of the staircase, I noticed a table with snacks on it, including cheese and crackers, a fruit plate, and cookies.  John grabbed a few grapes, Sandra and I each took a cookie, and we started down the stairs.  When we got to the first floor, I saw another table with similar snacks on it that hadn’t been there earlier.  I snagged another cookie.

John turned to me.  “Well, what do you think so far, Randy?”

“It’s all so strange,” I said.  “I had no idea this kind of thing existed.  It just never occurred to me.”

Sandra, who had been quiet all during our brief tour, voiced her agreement.  “I never knew it existed, either, until I got into the same kind of conversation you and I had today.  It’s opened up a whole new world for me.”

John said, “That’s true for all of us.  Our group can be found online, but you have to know where and how to look.  If you just google ‘Elements,’ you’ll pull up the periodic table!  You can’t find us by accident.  You have to be looking.”

“Speaking of which,” Sandra said, “I’m going to hunt up Keith.  We have a ‘play date’ scheduled.  I’ll see if he’s finished with Joyce.”  She moved toward the first room we had visited.

“Randy, why don’t you wander around and mingle?” John suggested to me.  “You can ask questions and get to know some of the people.  And remember, if you decide you want to be more than an Observer, and your bottom needs a Top, there are several available, including me.”

“Thank you, John.  I know you’re making such a gracious offer out of the goodness of your hand—I mean heart,” I replied, grinning.

“Ah, now I see you’re getting into the ‘swing’ of things,” he retorted.  “See you later.” He followed in the same direction Sandra had gone, just as Joyce was coming out of the room.  She reached up to hug her husband as he put his arms around her.  “How do you feel?” he asked.

“Wonderful,” she answered.  “After I get a drink and rest for a while, will you do me next?

“My dear, I would do you anytime, anywhere, and love every minute of it,” John lovingly assured his wife.

As they started walking into the kitchen, I went to the room where Sandra had gone.  She was on the near side of the bed, her slacks and panties down to her knees, lying across Keith’s lap.  He was just about to begin spanking her.

I decided to go back upstairs.  I paused at the foot of the stairs for a cracker and cheese and then continued up to the second floor.  In the room we had visited earlier, Lani was hugging Curtis, her Top, and thanking him.  The other man and the woman he had been spanking were gone.  Vivian and Kim were sitting on the far side of the bed, where Kim had lain earlier.  She was crying, and Vivian held her, smoothing her hair and softly talking to her.  I left the room and moved down the hallway, exploring.  The man who was being caned earlier was now lying prone on the bed, being whipped with a belt.  I heard him say “nineteen” as I walked past.  The next room I came to was vacant, but the light was on.  Proceeding down the hallway, I came to a room occupied by six women.  Three were Tops, and the other three were Bottoms.  The Bottoms were on the near side, the foot of the bed, and the far side, and the Tops stood over them, each holding a leather strap.  One of the Tops was instructing the women about the spankings they were going to receive. It looked like some sort of ritual, because the three Tops were dressed alike and the three Bottoms were naked.  I was both frightened and mesmerized.

I went back downstairs to the room I had just left, where Keith was spanking Sandra with his hand.  Her chin rested on her hands.  She was absolutely still, though it seemed he was hitting her pretty hard.  I asked if I could come in, and Keith said, “Sure.  You can watch all you want.  You want to come over here so you and Sandra can talk?”  He indicated an open space on the bed close to her head.

I moved over there and asked Sandra how she was doing.

“Fine,” she said.  “It feels wonderful.  This is an excellent way to release the tension of the work week.  Have you come across anything interesting yet?”

“Oh, it’s all interesting,” I answered.  “So interesting, in fact, that I’m getting very jealous.  I’m going to have to become an un-Observer.  I want a whipping so bad I can almost feel it, and the ‘almost’ is driving me crazy.”

“I know that feeling well,” Sandra sympathized.  A light bulb seemed to go on in her eyes.  “I know what you ought to do.  Go upstairs and find Allen.  He was supposed to have taken three gals upstairs right before we got here.  Maybe he can work you in.  You’ll like his style.  He starts slow and easy, which would be great for you since you haven’t played in a while.  Then he gets harder and a little faster, but the way he does it it’s easy to take, even if you’re not used to it.  We always recommend him to new Bottoms.”

“On your expert referral, I’ll do just that.  Thanks, Sandra.”  I turned and left the room, heading for the stairs.  I snagged a few grapes and marched purposefully up the staircase.  I knew that this Allen person wasn’t in any of the rooms I had looked in earlier, so I went beyond those doors to the next one on the left.  I could see two women sitting on the bed, and I could hear spanking happening.  Stepping into the room, I saw that the man had the other woman—the third one—across his lap, spanking her somewhat forcefully.  Her slacks and panties were down around her knees, and he was spanking her bare buttocks.  She squirmed a little with each blow but didn’t make a sound.  He looked up to see who had just walked in, and he froze in mid-spank.

I froze in mid-thought.  Allen.  Allen Saunders, M.D.  My gynecologist!  I blurted out, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.  I’m Randy.  Sandra suggested that I see you for a spanking because I’m new.  Allen, right?”  I had never in sixteen years of being his patient called him anything but Dr. Saunders.

He beamed.  “Yes, that’s right.  I’m pleased to meet you, Randy.  And I’m pleased that Sandra would refer you to me.” ‘Refer.’ Doctor talk.  ‘Refer me to him.’

I could see that he was going along with it, so I would do the same.  “So I can just make myself comfortable and wait?”

“Sure, sure,” he said. “Hop up here and wait till Jenny and I are done here.”  He patted the bed behind where he was sitting.  I went around and climbed up beside the other two women.

One of those said, “We’ve already played.  We’re just waiting for Jenny.  Sort of the Three Musketeers.”  I nodded understanding.

After four or five minutes, he stopped spanking Jenny and asked, “Well, how was that?”

“Very nice,” she replied.  “I feel great.”

He helped her climb off his lap and stand up.  He reached for her panties and pulled them up to the proper level as she adjusted her legs to assist.  Then he caught the waistband of her pants, first with one hand and then the other, and began pulling them up, while she again wiggled to accommodate his movements.  He stood up, and they hugged affectionately.  She thanked him for spanking her and he told her how much he enjoyed doing it.  She went around the bed and sat close to me.

Dr. Saunders—Allen—said, “I’ll take a short break to rest and get some fluids in me, and then you and I can start, Randy.”  ‘Fluids.’  More doctor talk.  He went into the bathroom and turned on the water at the sink.  “He was washing his hands between patients!”  Oh, for the love o’ Mike.”

He reached for a hand towel and stood in the doorway of the bathroom looking at the other women and me, drying his hands like some TV surgeon in the OR.  He replaced the towel on a rack and came back into the room.  “Okay.  You ready?” he asked me.

I felt extremely awkward.  “Hold on, now.  Wait just a doggone minute.  I happen to know you’re a married man.  I don’t have any intention of pursuing this activity with a married man.  That kind of scandal holds no attraction for me.”

He frowned.  “I see what you mean.  It could be a really messy situation,” he acknowledged.  “That is, if my wife weren’t sitting right here.”  He indicated Jenny.

She extended her hand.  “Jenny Saunders, RNP.  Pleased to meet you.”

I looked from him to her, and then back at him, and back at her, sticking out my hand like a zombie.  My chin was on my chest for the second time that day, as Jenny briefly gripped my hand, grinning like a possum.

Matter-of-factly, Allen asked, “So do you want me to spank you or not?”

“I guess so,” I stammered.

“Well then, I think it would be nice to invoke an age-old tradition I just made up.  I think you and I should go from room to room, upstairs and downstairs, and invite everyone to gather in the downstairs living room to witness your first spanking here among the ‘Elements.’  ”

“Everyone?” I squeaked.

“Well, sure.  Why not?”

My mind raced.  “What makes you think you can get away with that?”

“Get away with it?” Allen asked.  “Who are you going to tell?  My wife is right here.”

“What about the hospital?  Surely you don’t think they would condone this behavior on the part of one of their prominent doctors.”

“Oh, I doubt I’ll get into too much trouble.  John is the CEO of the hospital, what used to be known as the hospital administrator.  Now, let me make it clear:  You will not be forced to take a spanking from anyone, Randy, but if you want to be spanked by me, those are the terms.”

My last argument had disintegrated.  It was tempting to say I didn’t want to be spanked at all, or to ask that someone else do it, but by now the seed had been planted in every fertile mind in the house.  I wanted it, and this was the only way I was going to get it tonight.  “Okay.”

“Okay what?” he tortured.

“Okay, A—.”  The name didn’t want to leave my throat.  “Okay, Allen.  Will you please spank me?”

“Atta girl.”  Then he whispered, “Such a good patient.” In a normal voice he instructed, “Come along, and we’ll rally the troops.”

Dr. Saunders and I went from one upstairs room to another, informing all occupants of the spanking that was going to take place downstairs.  I was eager, but at the same time I felt trapped.  When we had covered the second floor, we went downstairs and made the rounds there.

When everyone had been apprised of the latest goings-on, Dr. Saunders led me to a sofa that was the center item of the grouped furniture.  As if suddenly remembering the detail, he said, “Oh, there was just one more term I forgot.”

Resigned to my fate, I asked, “What’s that?”

He paused to get the full benefit of the word.  “Strip.”

I figured it didn’t make any difference now.  “Might as well.  You’ve seen me like that before.”  I began unbuttoning my shirt.

As he sat down, a chorus started chanting as if it were a TV show, ‘Ran-Dy, Ran-Dy, Ran-Dy.’ My shirt was off.  Down came the pants.  The chanting was getting a little irksome.

I put my hands on my hips and asked, just loud enough to be heard, “Why’re alla y’all lookin’ at me like I’m fresh meat?”  They burst into laughter as I removed my shoes, bra and then panties.  I lay across Dr. Saunders’ lap.  To him, I said, “This is the strangest day of my life.”

 

Salon.com article : Coming Out About Spanking

 

Readers,

One of my eagle-eyed, news-reading playmates sent me a link to this article, posted on Salon.com 9/9/2013. For most of us, it will read like a roadmap to ‘becoming a spanko’, but to those not familiar with the fetish, it’s a fresh and un-scary introduction into the inner workings of the Modern Spanko.

The author, Jason Webb (a penname), based in Austin, TX, takes his readers through the twists and turns of first interest to full-blown lifestyle – and takes vanillas on an informational, rational trip down fetish lane.

Read the full article below, and feel free to come back here to comment, if you’d like.

Dana

http://www.salon.com/2013/09/09/coming_out_about_spanking/

Adieu

 

Readers,

I first met Cali and Mr. H over three years ago, out in the middle of nowhere desert, to film for a new spanking video production company called The Spanking Court. They were filming at what was, at the time, the coolest spanking location I’d ever seen: several dedicated sets, including judge’s bench, plaintiff/defendant podiums, and even a ‘jail cell’! Not only were the sets great, but the owners, Cali and Mr. H, were just about some of the most friendly and welcoming folks with whom I’d ever worked.

After the first few Spanking Court shoots, they asked if I’d like to become a permanent part of the production – and invited my honey to do the same. We ended up becoming the Court Disciplinarian and Bailiff for the entire run of Spanking Court, doling out spankings to dozens of ladies (and a few men) who ran afoul of Judge Spanks.

Eventually, we moved to the Hollywood Production Studios in Los Angeles, before finally ending up in an enormous custom-built, multi-set space in Northern California – trust me, you’ve never seen anything like the creativity and time that went into this place…amazing. One thing that always stayed the same was the level of work put into this endeavor by our friends and their genuine kindness to anyone with whom they worked.

We had the great good fortune of working with some of the nicest, most professional, and FUN people during our shoots, including the unforgettable Erica Scott, Christy Cutie, Ten Amorette, Cheyenne Jewel, Casey Calvert, and our very own VBB and WW, to name just a few.

Eventually, Cali and Mr. H also created Sternwood Academy – an all-girl’s academy which focused on education, manners, and lots and LOTS of spankings. Again, there were many beautiful and talented participants, top and bottom, and they ended up producing three full-length DVD releases of Sternwood Academy.

A couple months ago, we received a call from our wonderful friends informing us that their vanilla business had taken off like a rocket – great news for them, sad news for the spanking video world – and that there just wasn’t enough time in their current schedule to continue producing spanking content. While we were naturally thrilled for them and their success, we are more than a little sad to see SC and Sternwood come to an end, and will miss the amazing times we had with everyone involved.

Sincerest thanks and enormous love to Cali and Mr. H, and to all the fabulous folks who participated and watched…we had a blast!

–  Dana

Spanko Distractions #7 : Crossword

 

 

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ACROSS

3 NOT a guy from Delaware.
7 Dual use implement.
9 Hit this.
12 Bad girls and boys get this.
13 Lovable scamp
14 A vacation for your brain.
15 What you’re likely in.
16 The best color.

DOWN

1 What you should be over.
2 An absolute necessity.
4 Not nice.
5 Almost everyone wants them.
6 Let it fit the crime.
8 No peeking!
10 What brats don’t want to do.
11 THE word

A Spanko Blast from the Periodical Past

 

Readers,

One of my adventurous playmates, who’s had his fair share of spanking experience over the years, was kind enough to gift me some of his prized spanking materials collection – several pristine magazines which I hadn’t previously seen. These are classic spanko periodicals, and I am tickled by his generous gesture. So tickled, in fact, that I had to share a couple snapshots here:

He said he’d brought me ‘a couple things’, so I was surprised when he pulled out this stack of awesome spanko history –

with titles like Strictly Woman to Woman Spanking, Over Her Knee!,

I Remember When, and Firm Forceful Femmes:

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This one stuck out immediately, as it features my spanking shero,

Dana Specht:

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These magazines are, well….cool….and are full of reminders of our recent spanko past – video previews for the stunning Rebecca Brooks, photos of famous tops such as Christine Justice and Simone Devon, and chock full of dozens of spanking personal ads (WAY before the internet made it easy to hook up with spankos everywhere, anywhere).

Naturally, we started talking about the pre-internet era – ordering VHS tapes through the mail with money orders (those early spanking tapes were $90 apiece!), scanning printed personals for like minds, and the excitement of seeing a Spanking Story in the Playboy magazine or Penthouse Forum.

As I wasn’t even aware of the larger spanko community back then, listening to his stories was a real eye-opener, and I’m curious how many other spanking fetishists have similar tales of cashing the weekly paycheck ASAP, in order to rush out and mail that money order for Nu-West’s latest VHS release…

Were those the Good Old Days, or is this – internet, social media, short-attention-span – the Golden Era?

– Dana

Chores

 

Readers,

We’ve talked before about non-corporal punishment/discipline, so I thought I’d share this photo with you:

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Here’s Angel, surrounded by the FIRST batch of my spanking implements which she was instructed to clean and organize as part of her ongoing discipline. As you can see, the wood implements are piled in front, with leathers to her right and non-traditionals to her left. This does not include the many dozen more canes, delrin implements, large paddles and other sundry items contained in the closet behind her. 

I should mention that ALL of these implements were already clean, as they always are, because I clean them myself after each use. This was a lesson in time-wasting – having to do a task which is completely unnecessary – and how it can be avoided by making the right choices *before* you find yourself in trouble.

I’m pleased to say that not only did Angel survive her cleaning assignment, but my implement closet is now in quite the state of order….although I can’t be certain that she hasn’t hidden at least one.

 

–  Dana

Conversations with Spankos : You’re Doing It Wrong

 

Readers,

A recent Conversation about Fantasy vs. Reality spawned another line of thought – and an excellent one, at that.

What happens if, as a spanko, you’re lucky enough to :

a) be in a relationship

b)have a partner who’s open to spanking, if not an all-out spanko, and

c)have the opportunity to be spanked relatively regularly by said partner

but…

They suck at it?

 

We’ve all had less-than-perfect spankings, where the spanker chose an intensity, rhythm, or implement which wasn’t necessarily tops on our list; I’m not talking about the occasional imperfect scene.

I mean, what does one do when, no matter how many times they try, the spanker just can’t manage to pull a good spanking out of their hat to save his or her life?

It sounds like I’m being glib about this, and maybe a little levity is a Good Thing, because this seems like a Big Problem to me. When practice *doesn’t* make perfect – what do you say? 

Back in the days when my ego would still tolerate a spanking, I threw out a couple “Umm, what exactly are you doing back there” ‘s, and maybe a few “Yeah, this isn’t going to work” ‘s, to boot. A hard spanking was tolerable, but a bad one wasn’t. Ever. (It’s fair to mention that these were not relationship-partner spankings, so I wasn’t terribly emotionally attached to the spanker’s response.)

But what about when the spankee IS emotionally attached to the spanker’s response? What if the spankee, as my aforementioned playmates (who definitely do not have an issue in the how-well-she-spanks dept.), is the only spanko in the equation, and doesn’t want to ‘look a gift spanking in the paddle’, so to speak?

I’m interested in hearing about how other spankos have handled this delicate situation, and I’m sure that your fellow readers are, too…

 

–  Dana

New Spanking Story Contest : Spanking Party STAR!

 

Readers,

Welcome to the new Spanking Story Contest. This month, our Person, Place, and Thing theme will take us to a fictional spanking party, with lots of happy spanko revelers, where YOU are the star of the party…at least for one spanking : 

Write a story about a spanking that YOU either give, or receive, at this hopping spanking party. Are you an adventurous top, an exhibitionist switch, or a first-time party bottom? Are there three people watching…or 100? Use your imagination, and write your story about :

YOU

At your most fabulous fantasy spanking party:

…either spanking or being spanked in front of an audience.

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Read Before Writing : 

  • No depictions of characters or references to characters under the age of 18 years.
  • This is a Spanking story, not a sex and cursing story. While some leeway is given here, it’s best to keep it clean.
  • Don’t plagiarize, cheat, or otherwise manipulate the contest. Cheaters will be publicly shamed.
  • Characters may be of any gender, and any spanking genre(s) (i.e. F/M, F/F, M/M, M/F, etc.).
  • For this month’s contest, entries should be written in First Person. (i.e. ‘I went to the party’, rather than ‘Sally went to the party’.)
  • Contest will end on September 30th. Winner announced on or around October 1.
  • Note that I alone, subjectively, choose the winning story entry. There is no set standard, but things like proper spelling and grammar, within reason, are required.
  • By entering, you agree to allow me to share/excerpt your story, here and elsewhere, in print and digital media.

The winner will receive a spanking session with me, in my hometown or any of the cities which I regularly visit.

If you’ve any questions, feel free to email me. All completed entries should also be emailed, either as part of the email’s text or as an attachment, to:

DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com

 

Have fun, and good luck!

 

–  Dana

A Note to DanaKaneSpanks.com subscribers

 

*Current and former members of DanaKaneSpanks.com,

Since beginning the member video site, some subscribers have mentioned problems with load/buffer issues on the videos.

After quite a bit of digging, my new webmaster has begun a complete update of the file systems, and we’re currently working to offer multiple versions of each scene (online play AND download) in the archive.

The newest scenes on the site are now available in MP4 format, with a mobile play version and two download options available – and we’ll be working our behinds off on the archive (which is somewhere right around 200 scenes), so that each and every spanking will be watchable/downloadable for ALL members, regardless of your OS, browser, or connection speed.

I’m grateful to those of you who’ve been kind enough to work as ‘testers’ during this process, as your feedback has helped us make sure that there’s a way for each of you to access the videos properly.

As usual, your comments and feedback are welcome – either in the comment box below, or at danakanespanks@gmail.com.

 

–  Dana

 

 

New FREE F/M spanking video : Tips for Tops – The Art of Negotiation

 

Here’s another installment of Tips for Tops! In this episode, we are discussing the Art of Negotiation, and it’s importance in spanking/discipline play. We’ll demonstrate negotiation by using The Strap (one of my bottom’s most feared implements), and show how everyone can be happy in the end….ahem, well, most everyone, anyway.

 

– Dana

 

 

Conversations with Spankos : Public Spanking?

 

Readers,

 

I know, from talks with many of my playmates, that public spankings play a large role in our spanko fantasies. For myself, having had the opportunity to dole out a few semi-public spankings (thanks to Angel, the VBB and his WW, and My Bottom’s Bottom), there is certainly an element of naughtiness, for both the spanker and the spankee. I’ve no interest in having to explain myself to passersby – or to the authorities, for that matter – but at least so far the fun has outweighed any perceived risk, and as we’ve recently spoken about the differences between fantasy and reality, I’m not touching on whether the concept is actually doable for anyone/everyone, but about what the fantasy means to us…

It tickles me that whomever is with me, in a public setting, may be unsure of whether or not I’m willing to spank them – right then and there – in front of anyone who may choose to look; whether it will be one or two ‘warning swats’, or whether I’ll have the audacity to pull out my hairbrush and really go to town. Simply the implied threat alone is enough to fulfill my need to make you sweat in public…

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What if I pulled you into the restroom right now, and spanked you for flirting with the waitress?

 

Is this an exhibitionist streak which runs alongside our spanko-ness? Do we really *want* to get caught, or is the idea of getting caught, of being overheard, of others knowing what we’re doing, the goal? What drives the fantasy of pulling to the side of a dusty country road for a paddling, or stepping out onto the balcony for an early morning OTK?

As I’ve shared with several playmates, my personal public spanking fantasy of late has involved the Las Vegas strip, and a brave paddle-holding boy wearing a sandwich board announcing ‘It’s My Birthday!’.  I, of course, would simply watch, utterly amused, as perfect strangers stride up, read the sign, laugh, and grab the paddle from my playmate in order to deliver his ‘birthday whacks’. I’m sure that there would be no lack of takers, based on the fact that most folks come here to do things they’d never have the chance to do at home…i.e. spanking a perfect stranger on the Las Vegas strip in broad daylight. (The YouTube video would go viral.)

This, I can assure you, would bring me no end of pleasure.

 

–  Dana

 

P.S. This is where you jump in…have you? Would you? Or do you just love the idea?

 

Subscribers, help a girl out…

Readers,

For those of you who are subscribed to DanaKaneSpanks.com, we are making some changes in the video formatting/embedding, so that you’ll hopefully not have to suffer extended buffer/load times, and will be able to access the videos on more devices.

If you are a CURRENT member of the member site, please take a look at the most recent (excluding POV’s) scenes, and see if they play/buffer well on your device. If you’ve had play problems in the past – and even if you haven’t – I’d be happy to receive an email from you regarding the video format upgrade….please let me know how DanaKaneSpanks.com works for you – and what I can do to improve it, for you.

If you are a FORMER subscriber to the site and experienced load/buffer issues, I’d like to hear from you, too. Tell me what you need on YOUR PC/Mac/iOS/handheld, in order to watch successfully. (I do believe that the current fixes that my new webmaster are working on will resolve most of these minor load issues, but I’m still very interested in your feedback.)

Either way, when you write please let me know what type of computer/device you’re using, and which browser you are using. With your help, the webmaster and I can get this little problem fixed tootsweet and you can get those spanko videos streaming asap.

 

I know it’s been a bit of a pain, kids, and we’re working on getting everything shiny and new. Soon as it’s all fancy and proper, I’ll throw a fun little contest for members to show my thanks for your patience and spanko-kindnesses.

** I should probably note that the videos play dandy from my ancient mac, as well as my tres-crapp-ay windows machine – so without your help, I won’t know who’s seeing what.

 

Thanks and spanks,

-Dana

Conversations with Spankos : Fantasy vs Reality

 

 

Readers,

 

What happens when you get exactly what you want, only to find out – quickly – that you didn’t, in fact, want it after all?

This topic has popped up a few times recently, and most notably with a lovely couple that I see annually for a fun/instructional spanking session. He’s the spanko, and the bottom, and she’s the loving and willing, if not fully enthused, spanker. After many years of back-and-forth on the subject of spanking as it relates to their relationship, they’ve come to a good, if often overlooked, agreement : he can ask for an occasional spanking, and she can assign one when/if she feels necessary.

Except. He doesn’t always comply with the spankings which she deems necessary. He says that he always feels as though he wants and needs a disciplinary spanking – and either asks for them outright or behaves in some way as to warrant them, but when it comes down to brass tacks, it just hurts too darn much, and he usually ends up calling an end to the spanking quickly. Since his partner isn’t emotionally invested in the spankings, she usually lets him have his way and ends the spanking.

His fantasy is better than the reality.

The idea of receiving a hard, disciplinary OTK hairbrush spanking certainly tweaks the fantasy gland of many spankos – but is it all it’s cracked up to be? And should you be more careful what you wish for?

In the case of my aforementioned spanko friends, I suggested that he sign an agreement, specifying that he will accept, unquestioningly, any disciplinary spanking which his partner deems necessary, for the next ninety days. During this time, if he does request that she stop or modify the discipline, she should ignore his protests and remind him that he’s getting exactly what he’s asked for – literally and metaphorically, and keep right on spanking until she’s done.

I also suggested that he, the spanko, remember that his partner is showing much understanding, love, and willingness to compromise when it comes to a fetish which she does not share – and that he shouldn’t look a gift spanking in the mouth; at the end of this ninety day agreement, he should either learn to accept her discretion when it comes to spankings (understanding, of course, that no discipline which she’s attempted to carry out has been beyond the realm of reasonable spanking intensity; we’re not talking about hardcore beatings here), or stop asking for them.

While they’ve both agreed that this is a sensible course of action, I’m wondering whether you agree….have I given too much discretion to the top/non-spanko? Or does the spanko have a responsibility to his partner to put up or shut up, so to speak? If the spankee is always in control of the discipline, is it really discipline at all, and is the fantasy therefore unattainable?

What do you think?…

 

–  Dana

 

‘For Bottoms Only’ Survey results

 

Readers,

 

Sometimes it’s interesting to know where you fit in with your fellow spankos. In this survey, I’ve asked only spankees to respond to a few simple spanko questions. See how you compare to your fellow bottoms!

Below you’ll find the results of our recent ‘For Bottoms Only’ Survey.

Enjoy!

 

–  Dana

 

 

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(Remember, some of the questions allow for multiple answers, so percentages won’t always add up to 100.)

Spanko Distractions #5 : Reasons for a Spanking Wordsearch

Readers,

Here’s the fifth installment of wasting your time, spanko style…enjoy!

–  Dana

 

Word Search #2 : Reasons for a Spanking

 

 

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accountability

punishment

bratting

reinforcement
discipline

ritual
foreplay

roleplay
fun

rule breaking
impromptu

Spencer Plan
maintenance

therapeutic

misbehavior

I’m worried about Amanda Bynes, and other unusual spanking subjects

 

Readers,

 

I don’t think it’s unusual that we have feelings of like, dislike, compassion, or revulsion – even for folks we’ve never met before. Especially for celebrities and the like, we somehow come to ‘know’ them through their ever-less-private lives and exploits.

Case in point: Amanda Bynes. While I never watched any of the Disney stuff she did, and really have no idea what the span (typed spank here, out of habit, and had to erase the ‘k’) of her career has been. I only know that, for the last year or so, this young woman’s life has spiraled dangerously out of control, and that the media have been there to document every single episode in excruciating detail.

Now this girl is reportedly being held in a psychiatric facility, undergoing tests to find out what kind of ‘crazy’ she is – whether she’s acting crazy, or really is mentally or emotionally disturbed. Of course, my view is of the ‘Genetics loads the gun and Environment pulls the trigger’ mentality; obviously something going on there, and lifestyle must be a factor, but who’s to blame? (South Park would remind us here that we are supposed to ‘Blame Canada’, but I think we can only hold them responsible for Justin Bieber. More on him in a minute.)

Is it the fame? The lack of accountability to oneself and others? Is it the constant public scrutiny?

Is it possible to spank sense into someone who’s behaving this way? (Not if she’s suffering from an actual chemical imbalance, but if this is behavioral dysfunction.) And I’m not talking about that funny way in which we spankos always talk about spanking the politicians, or Osama bin Laden. I’m talking about actual applied discipline, accountability, and all the trimmings. Could it work for someone who’s not hardwired to be a spanko?

Miss Bynes isn’t the first, or the hundredth, to have these sorts of problems, ad certainly isn’t even the most infamous. (Think Lyndsay Lohan, Britney Spears, etc.) For me, it’s always hard to see the news articles and trash pieces, making these people out to look like a bunch of loonies – hell, I’d be a loony too if a bunch of strange guys with cameras followed me into Starbucks every morning, too.

 

I guess my question is: how effective could spanking and discipline be for someone without prior motivation? Does one have to be a spanking fetishist to benefit from the basic ideals of spanking as discipline? Adult corporal punishment is still practiced in many countries, although the rituals are usually severe and dangerous, as a means to correct or punish perceived negative behaviors. Although I don’t advocate these practices, I think that there may be something to be said for spanking some sense into someone along with a nice longwinded lecture, regardless of their orientation. Or am I straddling the line of non-consent with the idea that non-spankos be subjected to our process?

Also in the news lately: Anthony Weiner. You remember this guy as the Congressman (Senator?) who infamously sexted photos of his…ahem…to at least one woman and was (duh) caught, er, red-handed.

Even after his humiliating public admission and stepping-down, apparently Anthony just could not contain himself. He went right back online and got himself in another tub of hot water when, according to news reports, he was caught having naughty online chats with a woman in her twenties.

Sigh. Here again, a case for dragging someone over one’s lap and smacking them ’til the cows come home. And then some.  What the hell, honestly, could a person be thinking? (And herein lies the paradox: He WAS NOT thinking. There was nothing there, in his improperly functioning mind – no trigger – to make him stop and think before pressing ‘send’, yet again. Would a weekly accountability report and sound disciplinary spanking give this man some price to think about, before whipping his junk out again on Chat Roulette or something?  And P.S. he’s running for mayor of New York City. (Marion Barry, anyone?..)

Speaking of inexplicable behaviors, I give you the poster boy for needing a country butt whoopin’ :

His Highness Justin Bieber

I should preclude this by saying that, until recently, I had never heard any of this young man’s music. Now that I have, well, let’s just say that I have. He’s cute and will probably have a much lovelier singing voice as soon as those berries fully drop.

Youth and (purported) talent are not excuses for the kind of (fine, I’ll say it) punkass, disrespectful crap this one seems to be getting away with. All the money in the world doesn’t buy class, and this fella is out to prove that the starlets of Hollywood do not corner the market on Diva. He urinated in a mop bucket! In a New York City restaurant’s kitchen! In full view of the kitchen staff, forgodssakes…and nobody did a thing to stop him. Having spent several years working in and managing restaurants in my twenties I can tell you, without a doubt, that I would’ve grabbed that boy and shook him ’til the diamonds dropped off his Rolex.

I can also tell you, unequivocally, that Mr. Bieber would benefit from a co

Bloggers who actually write about spanking!

 

Readers,

 

While the Great and Dreaded Blogger Hatchet seems to have been a boogeyman, I’m still very pleased to have made the move to this new host. It’s not perfect, but appears to be more viewer-friendly than the old platform, at the least.

One thing I do NOT love about the move is that my old blogroll from blogger isn’t importable (is that even a real word?), so I don’t get to see updates for my favorite spanking bloggers unless I go over to the old blogger admin page.

This sucks.

I do it, though, because there’s some really good writing going on out there, on a number of broad, spanking-related subjects, and I like few things better than a good read. Since I haven’t done this in a while, and newer readers may not be aware of all that’s ‘out there’ in terms of spankos, I’m going to link to a few of my regular stops.

(If you’re an old pro at this online spanko stuff, you’ve probably heard of all these folks before, but they’re worth another look nonetheless.)

 

First, and most obviously, Erica Scott Life, Love, and Spanking.

Erica is not only a great gal and exceptional writer, she’s a real-live, dyed-in-the-wool, no-excuses spanko. She’s what you’d call an ‘alpha bottom’ and is famous (infamous?) for being the queen of bottom snark done right. 

Erica writes on a number of topics, and her hilarious CHoS, or Comment Hall of Shame, column has recently been published both in paperback and ebook. If you don’t find something worth reading there you’re obviously doing something wrong.

 

Next, the lovely Alex Reynolds (aka Alex in Spankingland).

Alex is a professional spanking model, producer, and top-notch blogger, among many talents. She regularly updates her blog with stories from her life and work, as well as some very thought-provoking posts on DS, feminism, and other subjects.

You also can’t help but LOVE the numerous photos Alex posts, many of which feature her terribly cute face – and just as many showcasing that fabulous derriere. 

 

This inevitably leads us to Pandora Blake: Spanked Not Silenced.

 

Pandora keeps quite likely the best written, most well-thought blog I’ve seen on the subject of spanking. She writes about her personal experiences, opinions, and her fair trade approach to video production, and does so absolutely eloquently.

With the added benefit of regular photo updates and video previews from her member site, Pandora’s blog is an excellent way to spend a few hours…or days.

 

When you want to know about just about ALL the other spanking-related blogs out there, the only place to go is My Bottom Smarts. Bonnie has what must be the most comprehensive listing of spanko links on the web, and there’s always a very lively discussion on her Spanko Brunch posts. It’s a great place to start for newbies.

 

For an interesting perspective on one spanko lifestyle, visit Mr. Marks at Secret Spanko. He writes about all the ways in which the spanking fetish may or may not clash with one’s vanilla lifestyle, as well as his own personal process of living a ‘secret spanko’ life.

 

This is just a good place to start, as there are quite literally thousands of blogs, sites, photoblogs, journals, discussion boards, chatrooms, etc etc etc to be found nowadays. Happy spanko reading!

 

–  Dana

New FREE F/F spanking video with Angel

Here’s a fun free video which Angel and I shot during her last visit…
Angel asked me to spank her as hard as I could, with just my hand. While the spanking’s not extremely long – and I’m now convinced that I could’ve done better (TypeASpanko?) – it’s still pretty darn hard.

Enjoy!

PS. This video originally posted on Angel’s blog, AngelSpanked.com, and you can read her assessment of the scene there.

 

Diaper Position spanking, and more lost audio

 

Readers,

A couple weeks ago I asked forum participants about their experiences, or lack thereof, with Diaper position spankings.

It seems to be a very humbling position (echoed by bottoms who responded), but also very effective in the making-the-sit-spot-a-raging-hellfire department, too.

Along with these two obvious benefits, there’s the added bonus that spanker and spankee may make easy eye contact – and it’s one of the few positions, barring the use of a mirror, in which the spankee can see the whacks coming.

 

To that end, I recently filmed a great scene with one of my playmates (Mr. Sexual Harassment Bartender) where I employed the Diaper position to great effect, and was SO looking forward to sharing it.

 

Then I happened. Again. Yes, me. I ‘happen’ to the audio/visual equipment from time to time and, even with my best efforts, managed to do it again with said Diaper position scene. No audio. Dammit.

Naturally, I am crushed. But fear not! – I have pulled out a few still shots from the Diaper position portion of the video to highlight our current topic, and it’s just a shame that you can’t hear him reciting the number of whacks. In Spanish. For practice. Priceless, really, but I digress…

 

Slate.com article on the ‘dangers of BDSM’

 

Readers,

 

Here’s an excerpt from ‘Spank You Very Much : Is S&M Dangerous? Let’s Look at the Evidence’ from a Slate.com article sent me by a friend.

While I doubt that any accurate and encompassing statistical study of BDSM has ever really been done (ala Kinsey), I think it’s safe to say that what’s stated in this article is agreeable, at least in content, if not context.

Basically, it’s the vanillas saying that we’re not crazy, and that their sorta science backs that theory up. Hey thanks, vanillas! If it weren’t for you all, we’d have no standard by which to measure crazy in the first place. 

 

–  Dana

 

Excerpt

(read full article here: Slate.com  ) :

 

 “4. Is it mentally unhealthy? For the most part, no. The surveys vary, so let’s take them one by one. The California study, conducted by Pamela Connolly of the California Graduate Institute, found a “significantly higher level of narcissism” in its BDSM sample than in the general population. Connolly estimated that 30 percent of people in the sample were clinically significant on that scale. Theoretically, a high narcissism score implied “little interest in give-and-take in social life,” but Connolly cautioned that it could signify “personality strengths as well as personality pathology.” Only two of the 132 participants met the criteria for pathological narcissism, and Connolly noted an “absence of borderline pathology.”

Likewise, the sample “scored relatively highly on almost all of the scales” related to dissociative symptoms, suggesting a “higher prevalence of a dissociative syndrome.” Yet only one respondent met the criteria for dissociative identity disorder. Compared with the general population, the sample showed a “significantly higher level of histrionic features,” which increased the risk of “fear of genuine autonomy,” “a need for repeated signs of acceptance and approval,” and an “indiscriminate search for stimulation and affection.” But Connolly added that this result might have been skewed by geography, since the Los Angeles BDSM community favored and fostered exhibitionism.

Connolly reported no significant differences on “most measures of PTSD, on obsessive-compulsion or on depression or anxiety.” She emphasized that “no evidence was found to support the notion that clinical disorders—including depression, anxiety, and obsessive-compulsion—are more prevalent” in the BDSM population.

Canadian study published that same year (2006) also defended BDSM. “Masochists were not found to be more prone to psychological distress or mental instability than the other groups,” the authors wrote, and “we found no support for the idea that masochists were more inclined to engage in escapist behaviors such as drug-taking…” ”

 

Join the Spanking Forum!

 

Readers,

Now that we’re all nice and comfy here at the new blog, and I’ve managed to unplug myself from all social networking sites (whew!), you’re invited to join the Spanking Forum here on my blog if you’d like to ‘keep in touch’ outside of traditional emailing.

We’re already conversing about a number of topics, and welcome anyone who wants to talk about spanking, corporal punishment, bratting, or any other (within the Rules) aspect of adult consensual play.

You’ll find the Forum link at the top of the righthand sidebar, or just click the link below:

FORUM

 

–  Dana

 

PS. There’s also now a ‘star rating’ system attached to posts, so you can rate photos, stories, and other stuff if you’re so inclined.

Erica Scott’s New CHos Book – Now Available!

 

Readers,

 I’m sure that most of you are familiar with Erica Scott’s blog Life, Love, and Spanking

and with her fun and popular column ‘Correspondence Hall of Shame’, or CHoS.

 Well, Erica’s compiled some of her best and most hilarious CHoS moments into a new book, ‘One Woman’s Adventures in Online Idiocy’, which she’s just released (on real paper, nonetheless) and which I’m sure will be another raving success for Erica’s writing career. Her ascerbic, sharp-as-a-knife responses to these online encounters are priceless!

Click the book below to go to the Amazon.com page, or visit Erica’s blog for more information.

 

 

 

New FREE Product Testing video! The Wallop (and Ballgag)

 

Here’s Mooski again, being ever-so-helpful in this newest installment of

Product Testing with Dana Kane. Here, we’re double-testing, both the

Curse of Dana Wallop (which I LOVE and wholeheartedly endorse, but 

only for tough bottoms) and Cane-iac’s ballgag (which will come in handy 

when applying the Wallop, even on some of those tough bottoms).

 

Enjoy!     –  Dana

 

Spanking Court Video : Officer Kauffman is Insubordinate


Readers,

Here’s a great preview video from Spanking Court : Officer Kauffman is harrassing one of our ‘guests’, so I have no choice as senior officer but to sentence her to 150 swats on the spot. 

Although she’s an excellent Court Officer, I can’t allow her to get away with this behavior, and won’t be swayed by her tears.






All of our Spanking Court videos are now on MegaSpankings.com – go watch justice served hot.

–  Dana

Getting Settled in MsDanaKane.com

 

Readers,

 

Well, here we are – off and running on a new blog platform, with not too much damage done along the way. Granted, I’ve not re-uploaded every single photo, especially on posts well over a year old, and you may find a broken link or two, especially at first.  

( * Please be kind enough to forward along any issues, questions, suggestions, or comments for this new blog to me, so that I can make this place as handy-dandy as possible. : danakanespanks@gmail.com)

The free videos are also hosted on a new page, and the link to watch them all is on the top navigation bar.

You’ll also find new Forums on the righthand sidebar – click to enter the discussion area, register, and join in the conversation! 

There’s still a lot to be done, but I’m happy that the changeover – although tedious and time-consuming – was successful. Re-subscribe (if you haven’t already) to the right, and come back soon to see the changes.

 

–  Dana

 

New Blog Address


Readers,

I’ve purchased the domain and am awaiting activation of the new location for this blog.

As you know, blogger’s blasting adult content blogs, so I’m in the process of moving over to a new URL. Soon as I get it all plugged in, the new location for my blog will be:

MsDanaKane.com

Cross your fingers for me, as I’m not certain that all of the current blog content will transfer over smoothly, and I’m hoping that it doesn’t all get lost or totally scrambled in the move.

One way or another, the blog will continue at the above address just as soon as it’s all in place.

Thanks for all the encouraging comments and emails on this Blogger mess – you all rock.

–  Dana

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Spanking on Television


Readers,

This may be old news to many, as I am WAY behind on the popular television front, but I’ve found a new favorite television show recently and a few nights ago watched – tickled! – as Sheldon spanked Amy on Big Bang Theory. (Season 6 Epidode 10)

I’m always excited to see spanking in ‘the mainstream’, and no matter how many times I watch episodes of The Office I still get butterflies every time someone says ‘discipline’, or when Michael Scott spanks his nephew for poor professionalism in the workplace.

I accidentally saw an episode of Big Bang Theory in a hotel room someplace, and enjoyed the intelligence, nerdiness, and lack-of-general-meanness in the storyline. So, coming home, I endeavored to find and watch the series – which I have. The Sheldon character is a physicist, genius, and short on social skills; Amy is his scientist girlfriend, played by Mayim Bialik (Blossom).

In this episode, Amy has pretended to be sick in order to get some attention from Sheldon. When he finds out, he uses his totally logical brain to come up with the best possible solution for Amy’s bad behavior :

Spanking.

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Saying Goodbye to Twitter

While I’ve enjoyed Twitter quite a lot, it’s time to shut down my @danakanespanks account.

Many of my followers are friends and playmates, and we do have a whole bunch of fun, but..

It’s become glaringly obvious that folks think it’s socially acceptable to harass, force acceptable boundaries, and behave in a generally not-cool manner on social media platforms. This has caused me to close my Facebook and FetLife profiles this year, also, and removing Twitter will be my final strike against the aggravation inherent to social media and the people who abuse access to another’s attentions.

It’s a damn shame, really. I’ll keep the account up for another few days/weeks, but I believe that there’s very little redeeming value, for me, in remaining any longer.

You’ll still find my blog (once I’ve made the platform change) and video website, and are welcome to email anytime at danakanespanks@gmail.com.

Dana

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

Blogger is taking us DOWN

Readers,

I’ve just received a notice that all Adult Content blogs will be removed from this platform, beginning THIS SUNDAY.

I’m going to transfer the blog to another domain/server asap, and will let you all know where it may be found, once I’ve made the move.

(Blogger: You suck)

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Spanko Distractions : Crossword Puzzle #2

** READERS, I AM AWARE THAT THIS DISTRACTION IS WONKY. IT LOST IT’S SHAPE IN THE BLOG MOVE (BLAME GOOGLE/BLOGGER) AND I’LL TRY TO GET IT EDITED AND REPOSTED ASAP.  –  DANA  ***
Spanko Distractions : Crossword Puzzle #2
 
Here’s another fun, spanko-themed crossword puzzle – as if any of us needed something else to keep us from doing what we’re “supposed” to be doing right now. Alas…we are what we are. Enjoy~
 
–  Dana
Noteworthy Spanko Ladies
(There are many, MANY more.)

 1 2 3   4            5  6              7  8       9          10 11        12                             13                   14              15
ACROSS
6 Stand Corrected Editor
9 CHoS makes us all laugh.
12 Therapist-Author-Spanker
13 This Brit is part heaven, part hell.
14 They ALL enjoy CP.
15 Hot Redhead Video Switch
DOWN
1 She Assumes the Position.
2 Hardest Hand Spanking
3 Recently voted one of the best spanko blogs.
4 A ‘sweet-smelling’ author
5 Delco Spanko Founder
7 Has a Wicked Stepmother
8 She’s more than a 9.
10 She keeps Minneapolis in line.
11 90’s Video Blonde Bombshell
And here’s one game gal’s finished Distraction #2 puzzle: 
MyDrawing
(This was a great idea, as she collected a screengrab of the puzzle then imported it into her paint/draw program. Voila! Interactive online puzzle!)
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‘Falling to Grace’ : An out-of-this-world F/M spanking story


Readers,

It seems that, through the imagination, spankings can happen anywhere – in another excellent reader submitted story, ‘Falling to Grace’ shows us what could happen when even ‘crossing over’ can’t save you from a hard hairbrushing. Enjoy!

–   Dana


Falling to Grace


By Anthony

He was standing before her as naked as Adam, squinting into her face. She was seated, and with the white silk gown draped over her feet, he couldn’t see if she wore shoes. If so, he knew they were the most brilliant of silver pumps.

She had dispensed with the wings, and that accentuated her pale, long arms. Oddly, those arms were mismatched, with the left arm much larger in diameter. This asymmetry struck him as strange, especially here. She also looked familiar.

She patted the left side of her lap several times and without thought he lowered himself slowly over her legs, settling his nakedness onto the silky fabric covering his thighs. 

“If you’re wondering,” she said, “there is no He around here. We take care of everything.” Her voice was close to his ear, low and engaging.

From his position over her lap, he and the floor were bathed in the illumination from her halo. A mother of pearl hairbrush, lay within his arm’s reach. He yearned to retrieve it, to feel its heft in his in his hand, to slap his other palm with it, to surrender it to her with delicious hesitation. But he was scared.

“Of course we all spank here,” she said, caressing his naked bottom. “Just some harder than others.”

“How much will it hurt?” he asked. His body was responding to the feel of her thighs, the smooth hands on his flesh.

“I should think a great deal,” she said. “You won’t be sorry.”

She started slapping his bottom gently, glancing blows that warmed and teased him. Her palm struck where his legs met the curve of his bottom and she slowly worked her way up that arc, eventually connecting with more force on the fullness of his cheeks.

His hands had lowered to the floor, helping him balance. Now she took one of his hands and brought it behind his back, spanking harder for awhile. Then she paused. It took him a second to realize the sensation had stopped. She slipped something flat and cool into his hand.

He brought the object around so that he could look at it. An Android tablet?

“You don’t use…I mean I thought here of all places…” he started to ask.

He heard her laugh deeply. 

“He was an absolute genius but so straight-laced it hurts me to think.”

The tablet was displaying a YouTube page and when he saw the particular video, his stomach somersaulted.

“It ends about 1:42 or so,” she said. “Well, it and you.” She laughed.

But he was sidetracked now, staring at the screen, how he’d looked on the edge of the cliff, before he’d jumped. 

She had to slap his already sore bottom several times hard before he pushed the play button. 

He had really looked good, hadn’t he!

“There you are in your cute wingsuit,” she said. “Falling out of the blue sky, a lone beautiful bird. So magnificent I daresay it reminds me of my earlier days.” 

“Picking up speed as you swoop down, down, down. Hurtling toward the hole in the rock face. There’s nothing else like flying! They know…you know…it’s certain death if you miss the hole. But you have the parachute on your back and safety is the most likely outcome.”

She started spanking him again as he watched. “There’s no way you could miss the hole is there? No reason for that…”

He was transfixed as the video merged with his memory. Outside his body, watching, he was feeling the elation of the flight in every nerve, the precision in his trajectory born out of the most minute changes in the wingsuit.

The video played on and he almost forgot his burning bottom and the fire of her hand. As he flew closer and closer to the hole, it gained in size and the video transitioned to slow motion.

“There,” she said. “Stop it there.”

He had approached the hole dead center with plenty of room on all sides, until this very moment, where a variation had pitched him slightly off course.

“Miscalculation” he said. “At that speed there’s no room for error.”

“No,” she said. “No miscalculation. Do you want me to stop spanking you?”

He felt her hand pause and he sighed, then muttered something.

“I didn’t catch that.”

“No, please!” he said. “Butt wiggle. It was butt wiggle. Keep spanking!”

“Ah,” she slapped his bottom once in punctuation, then again and again. “Butt wiggle. I thought maybe. Replay that.”

He rewound the video and played it over.

“It’s so clear isn’t it,” she said. “You were perfect, absolutely perfect, *until* you wiggled your bottom the tiniest of a millimeter. Practically invisible in the wingsuit. The aerodynamics changed just a teentsy. But at 69.3 meters a second, it doesn’t take much does it? And you knew that.”

He remained quiet.

“Well,” she said, “we really don’t need to see much more. Suffice it to say that what happened got you twice as many views as a success would have.”

“Plus,” she added, “you’re here.”

She grasped his hair lightly and her lips felt almost in his ear. “Be careful in the future – if you go to the Other Place, it’s an eternal timeout. In fact, there’s a bored guy in the corner there because he jumped semis on a motorcycle too successfully.” 

He moaned. It was time. They both knew it. 

Still over her lap, he swung his arm back and returned the tablet, the screen dark now. Then he reached down slowly and picked up the hairbrush. He held it for a moment, drawing it slowly down the side of his face, feeling the coolness as he slid the back of it past his temple, over his jaw, past his chin. So flat. So hard. So smooth. He gently passed it to her.

“You may not remember,” she said, “but this isn’t the first time you’ve been here. Oh no, not by a stretch.”

She laughed. “To this day, they still talk about a certain young man as a myth. They say that in this myth he flew too close to the sun and the wax wings he wore melted and plunged him into the sea.”

“We know better don’t we? I wonder what maneuver brought you closer to the sun. Close enough to melt the wings.”

He smiled and laughed, and together they said “butt wiggle”.

“The thing that you *do* forget every time,” she said, “besides your sordid, naughty history, is that the spanking is cumulative.”

“So I’ll be spanking you not only for your latest collision with the rock face, but for the melted wings, and everything in between. With this heavenly hairbrush!”

She brought the brush down on his bottom and he gasped.

“It’s mostly fun right now,” she said in a happy, menacing voice, spanking him again, “but your bottom will remember this for a long time even if you don’t”.

“And the thought of it may cause a twinge down there, a wiggle if you will.” She laughed.

“Then you’ll be back seeing old Grace again. I guarantee it!”

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Summer Travel


The summer is finally upon us, and I’ll be heading to a few of my favorite cities in the next couple months. Since it’s finally ‘not cold’ just about everywhere, my friends and playmates should be happy to find me much less cranky about the weather – which means that your spankings will hurt just as much, but I’ll be laughing harder while you get them.

–  Dana


June 2013:

      25  St. Louis, MO

26-27   Albany, NY

July 2013:

   9   Denver, CO

  10  Kansas City, MO

30-31  New York City

August 2013:

    1-3   Toronto, ON

      19  Atlanta, GA

 20-21  Charlotte, NC

 
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Mooski’s Live Tweet Spanking Game

Readers,

My friend ‘Mooski’ visited from England recently and we had several hours of spanking fun and caching up to do in the year-plus since I’d seen him last. Mooski’s a longtime spanko and very conditioned and tolerant bottom, and he’s tested the patience of many London area tops including Lucinda Simon, Cruel Christine, and Cecilia Prim.     
You see, Mooski is a Lovable Brat. (Lovable Brat for me is defined as someone who misbehaves to varying degrees but is also, eventually, occasionally, tameable – and always respectful, as it’s hard to love something which can never be handled without caution.) He gets up to a lot of silliness with his top friends, myself included, and we (mostly) enjoy his banter and intelligent/biting humor, but in the end he’s simply an awful lot of fun to have around.

However. He’s still a brat.

I thought that it would be fun, since he utilizes social media so much in his joyous top-bugging, to give him a dose of his own medicine – I made him live tweet his discipline on Twitter.

In order to fully appreciate the feed, you’ll have to scroll to the bottom of the post and read the postings in their original order – bottom to top.

I laid out ten implements (plus three extra for the bonus round), a Dana Kane poker chip to flip, and a pair of fuzzy dice. I told Mooski that we were about to begin and he was to tweet the basics of the game: He rolls the two dice for the number of strokes for the implement I’ve chosen. Then he flips the coin: heads = the number on the dice; tails = double the number. After each set of strokes, he must tweet ‘thank you miss, may I have another”. 
Following the initial ten sets, there was the bonus round. Mooski was given two minutes, with the help of his Twitter followers to choose the implement for one final roll/flip: a) My friend Robin’s handmade oak paddle which resembles a slightly smaller version of a boat oar; b) a rubber tire tread strap recently gifted me by a very lovely couple; c) a stiff, new barber strop. Running out of time, Mooski chose the huge wooden paddle…and loved it! 

He’s a tough boy, and sweet as he can be….and SO very game to allow us to share his discipline with, well, the world. (Thanks Mooski…you’re the best! oxxo)

(Remember, scroll to the bottom and read your way back to the top.)

— Dana

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Spanko Distractions : Word Search #1

 
 

Readers,
 

 
 

As none of you sent hate mail following the first Distraction, I’m going to interpret that as a sign of positivity.  Here’s a fun easy word search, featuring many Implements of Spanking. You’ll find the word list below the puzzle.
 

 
 

Enjoy!  
 

 
 

  –  Dana
 

 

 

 

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BELT                    BIRCH               CANE               CROP               DELRIN               FLOGGER
 

 
 

HAIRBRUSH      HAND                LEXAN            MARTINET     NETTLE              PADDLE
 

 
 

RULER                 SLIPPER            SPOON           STRAP              STROP                 TAWSE
 

 
 

WHIP                    WILLOW
 

 

 

 

 

**  Take a minute and let me know what you think of these little puzzles/games, as they’ll be a regular addition to the blog if you like them.
 

 

 

 

 

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Spanko Distractions: Crossword Puzzle #1


Readers,

As promised, here’s the first go at ‘Distractions’. I found a fun crossword-making program so the whole endeavor didn’t take more than an hour. If you have fun with this, I’ll make more.

(Note: I’d print it if I were you. Dry erase on your keyboard may be a problem.)

–  Dana

 

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Afterthought:  It may be fun to post photos of some finished puzzles, so if you decide to give it a whirl email me a picture of your work, at danakanespanks@gmail.com.

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Conversations with Spankos: Chapter 21 ‘Hide and Seek’


Readers,

One of the conversations which I have with many of my spanko friends and playmates seems an inevitable one : When did we ‘find’ spanking?

Not when did we discover our interest/fascination/obsession, but when did we find the larger spanko community? 

For many, their Hide and Seek brought them, in the early days, to NuWest, Lupus, and Shadow Lane. Stand Corrected seems to be the catalyst to many spankos of that generation, being their first tangible evidence that other spankos in fact existed. Most point to classfied ads in the backs of kinky magazines and big city newspapers as the key to their finding these early treasure troves of spanko connectivity, and many in the Northeast remember Times Square as a place where sex, kink, and fetish could once be found in abundance. (I know of at least one place left in Times Square, by the way, where spanking materials may still be purchased, via a friend who has firsthand knowledge, although I’ve not visited. Yet.)

The younger generation have had the advantage of the internet to connect them to others who share their interests, so I’m sure that the path wasn’t quite as long or rocky, but I’m still interested in your first exposures to the greater spanking world – whether it was a website, magazine, or (as I’ve heard several times as well) a naughty story in Playboy or Penthouse Forum magazines.

We all Hid, but we also all Sought, and we all Found. 

For me, it was simple and somewhat shocking. After moving to Los Angeles from my teeny Texas town, I was gobsmacked by the enormity of the general BDSM scene. Although it took a while to weed the spankos out of the wider community, it became immediately obvious to me that geography means everything when it comes to fetish. If you’re in a rural area, your chances for contact with other spankos is drastically diminished, even with the internet at our disposal, and the feeling of isolation is increased. From that side of the experience spectrum, I observed that folks in the Big City appeared to have many more opportunities, much earlier, for freedom of exploration. 

I’m still coming to terms with the apparent teeming masses of spanking fetishists on the planet, and I think we’ve still only scratched the surface of ‘out’ spankos – many more in than out.

I wonder when and where they’ll find us?

–  Dana

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More Contests, and New Distractions


Readers,

Since I’ve started this blog, I’ve given all kinds of things away. DVDs, lots of spankings, implements, and now site memberships. Some contests garner more participation than others, the story writing contests usually being the most popular.

The writing contests will continue, and I’ll try and find other amusing ways to give things away, but I’ve also decided to start posting up games, puzzles, and other fun things which I’ll call ‘Spanko Distractions’. The surveys will be in this category, too, and I have several ideas for ways to waste your time, simply for the hell of it. The first Distraction is coming in just a few days!


Thank you all for your continued input and participation in the blog and all the things we get up to here. I hope you’re still having as much fun as I am.

–  Dana

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DVD Store up and running – and new spanking DVD’s!



Readers,

After much programming ado, I am happy to announce that the DVD store feature on DanaKanespanks.com is finally up, running, and ready for orders. (This has been no small miracle, and I’m grateful to my webmaster, Alan, at adultwebexperts.com for all his help and dedication.)

In addition to the previously-available DVD titles, I’ve also added two new ones:

Angel’s Nightmare Weekend
(from the Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother series)

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and…

 

Spanking Naughty Sister-in-Law Cheyenne
(A collection of all the roleplay scenes in which Cheyenne Jewel has played my oft-spanked s-i-l.)
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May’s Story Contest Winner, and an unfortunate reminder.



This month’s story writing contest, ‘Who Do You Think You Are’, garnered a very few entries – even fewer of which were eligible, based on unfavorable content or inability to stay on the requested topic.

In this month’s contest, and in all future contests, I will choose NOT to edit or post ineligible entries. If you’re going to take the time to write and submit a story, please do yourself the favor of making it:

1. On Topic
2. Free of Sexual Scenarios…jeez.
3. On Topic.
4. Free of Characters or references to characters under the age of 18. 

Otherwise, all your time and effort will be wasted. 


Now, let’s celebrate May’s story contest winner (who’ll receive a free membership to danakanespanks.com)!


Grandmother’s Family Secret

 

My name is Yolanda and my parents died in an automobile accident when I was very young.  I was raised by my Aunt Consuela and brought up in the Catholic Church.  Aunt Connie was named after her great grandmother, my great great grandmother, who lived on a ranch in western Texas.  When Connie died I was the only surviving relative of Connie’s great grandmother Consuela.  My husband and I began receiving monthly letters and checks for our mineral rights from an oil company involved in hydraulic  drilling.  
 
My husband and I decided to go to western Texas and visit the ranch.  When we arrived the barn was ready to collapse; but, the house was in decent shape.  I doubted if any of the furniture had any antique value but I’m not an appraiser.  In the attic we found an old chest  that contained a family Bible, Consuela’s diary, a pearl handled revolver, a large oval ivory hairbrush with a worn smooth back, a long thin horsewhip doubled over to fit in the chest, and numerous pictures and family heirlooms.  
 
Consuela’s wedding picture depicted her as a tall stunningly beautiful Latina woman with dark hair and eyes.  Her husband had a slight build and was much smaller than Consuela and appeared to be much younger.  When we checked in the family Bible she was 28 and he was 21; but, his slender build and boyish face made him look much younger.  
 
As we drove home my husband and I were shocked by what we read in Consuela’s diary.  She had married Ollie Roberts in 1881.  Ollie was orphaned when he was 14 and taken in by neighbors who ran a hotel.  He was no more a problem in school than the other boys but his slender physique made him the constant target of bullies.  According to his many confessions to Consuela he was arrested when he was 14 for stealing cheese and found to be in possession of stolen firearms and clothes.  He escaped by climbing up the chimney and supported himself by horse thievery.  
 
Frank Cahill a local blacksmith constantly bullied Ollie.  One day he threw Ollie to the ground and started kicking him.  Ollie was only 15 when he pulled a pistol and shot Cahill who died the next day.  Ollie was later involved in the Lincoln County wars as a hired hand.  Legend has him killing 21 men but he confessed to Consuela that he had killed 7 and they all deserved to die.  By now he was known as the kid because of his slight build, beardless face, and youthful appearance.  
 
Civil War General Lew Wallace, author of “Ben-Hur”, was elected territorial governor of New Mexico and wanted to bring order.  He offered amnesty to anyone involved in the Lincoln County wars who wasn’t yet indited; but, the kid was on trial in Mesilla and found guilty of the murder Sheriff Brady and sentenced to hang.  The kid escaped and fled to Ft. Sumner.  His friend former bartender and buffalo hunter Pat Garrett was elected sheriff and staged the kids killing which allowed Billy the Kid to escape to western Texas and start a new life.  
 
Billy changed his name to Ollie Roberts, married Consuela in 1881, and converted to Catholicism.  Every Sunday they rode into town to attend the Catholic Church.  Billy confessed all of his sins to the parish priest who told him that he must be sorry and do penance if his sins were to be forgiven.  After confession when they returned home Billy sit in front of Consuela and shared his confession with her.  He confessed all of his sins from stealing cheese, clothes, firearms, horses, to killing 7 men.  Billy was not a killer who killed wantonly, they got what they deserved. 
 
Billy shared with Consuela his need for penance if his sins were to be forgiven.  Consuela insisted that his penance needed to be an  act of painful self -abasement preformed to show sorrow and repentance for his many sins.  She ordered Billy to the barn where she told Billy that he was to receive a severe horsewhipping.  He was ordered to strip naked and his hands were tied above his head  and secured to a beam.  Consuela crisscrossed his back, buttocks, and upper legs with her whip as he howled and squirmed in pain.  She untied his hands and helped Billy to the bedroom where he laid on his stomach and she rubbed ointment on his welts.  
 
In her diary she wrote how every Sunday after church she would give Billy a weekly maintaince spanking.  They would go to the bedroom where Billy would strip and she would remove her Sunday dress.  Consuela would sit on her straight backed vanity chair clad in her 19th century lingerie with the large oval ivory hairbrush in her hand.  Billy would kneel in front of his disciplinarian and ask  for a spanking as part of his penance.  He would then go over her knee for a severe no nonsense spanking.  He would kick and squirm but make no attempt struggle off of her lap.  Consuela was an excellent disciplinarian.  Her weekly spankings would continue until he was begging forgiveness for his many sins, crying real tears, and his bottom turned crimson.  She wrote that he could kick, cry, and squirm but he knew that if he ever fell off of her lap he was going to the barn for a severe whipping.  According to her diary that never happened again.  
 
Consuela suspected that Billy found a release from guilt which brought about a strange need for her weekly spankings.  Being draped over Consuela’s lovely lingerie clad lap was much more pleasurable than being tied to a beam in the barn!  After reading her diary I understood why the back of her hairbrush was worn smooth!  
 
Can you imaging the infamous Billy the Kid standing before his spanking disciplinarian, confessing his many sins, and being draped over his beautiful Latina wife’s knee doing penance for the sins of his youth?
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DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update: 6/2

Balcony Bunny Hop
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This scene available to members (and on DVD) only. Not available for individual download.POV: Drunk Driving Girls
(An F/f POV)

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Reason to Cry
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Individual downloadable scenes also available on my
Clips4Sale, Scolding and SpankingLibrary studio pages.
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An entry from Angel, about learning valuable lessons.


Readers,

Angel wrote this entry on Friday, after having spent a week here in Las Vegas with me. She’s visited several times, and we always have a lot of fun. But we also always have to deal with at least one instance of Angel Behaving Badly. Although I think we’ve now effectively solved that problem through honest and direct dialogue, Angel wanted to write something to share on my blog, and I told her I thought that was a fine idea.

What follows is, in my opinion, entirely too favorable to me (and my meatloaf, for that matter) but otherwise accurate – and terribly sweet.

–  Dana

NOTE * The May story contest winner will be announced in just a couple days!



My week in Vegas and establishing boundaries

Well, this is my last day with Dana. The bad news is that I might have “slightly” irritated her, but the good news is that I know if she hasn’t strangled me yet – she likely never will. 

I think sometimes I have this maladaptive inclination to test her – sometimes for fun, but sometimes because my personal insecurities pressure me to act out to see how far the unconditional love theory goes. So far, I can ascertain that she still loves me despite my tantrums, poor communication skills, attention seeking behavior and engaging in rather bold and inappropriate Twitter bratting. (Yes, yes… I almost learned my lesson. It’s been well over half a year since I’ve been so Twitter heinous and I should probably watch my own Delrin punishment as much as everyone else does to remind me).

It’s been an interesting week. I think since this is the longest amount of consecutive time I have spent here, coupled with the fact it has been a very trying few weeks between personal issues and my blog being removed – that she has pretty much seen me in various extremes of just about all of my emotional states: sad, frustrated, bratty, bold, anxious, whiny, cranky, clingy, regressed, exhausted, amused, playful, relaxed and utterly elated. Yes, she has survived them all. My behavior was taxing at times but I think she’ll make it. I keep checking on her when she’s not looking to make sure she is alive and not ripping her own hair out or something. She is doing well. I promise.

But… I am writing this while still knowing that I am on thin ice with her until I can prove to her that I can exercise good behavior somewhat consistently. She is not mad, but I hit that plateau of behaving so erratically that it was not even punishable. But that by no means didn’t mean she didn’t know what to do with me.  What I received instead was a “big-girl” explanation of behavioral expectations and what will or will not be tolerated, which is now very fully understood. Things are much simpler for me when communicated as directives. I also learned that if I need something I need to communicate it without expecting her to be a mind reader.

This doesn’t mean I will get everything I need or think I need as soon as I ask for it, and maybe not at all – but I think I would feel much more at ease using my words and getting denied rather than acting like a brat on steroids and getting denied. (I’m going to agree with myself on her behalf because I am fairly certain she would prefer it this way as well). 

Really, I am often good with “no.” For example, I was banging on her staircase with a comb and she looked at me like I was an annoying 3 year old and (quite seriously) said, “That’s enough.” I stopped mid-bang. And those little moments are sometimes equally as powerful as a good ass whuppin. I wasn’t actively tying to annoy her, either. (Just a piece of honest information). But I don’t take those seemingly minor interactions for granted. They psychologically sustain my need to feel that rules and structure exist in the way that comforts me – which is why there are still more than half a dozen cupcakes left in the refrigerator. I was told I could have one or two a day. I have not challenged this. I don’t know what would have happened if I did… a spanking? The corner? Fresh cupcakes tossed in the trash? I chose not to challenge the cupcake rule.

I challenged other things, though. I had a bit of a smart mouth and got a few on and off camera spankings for it. But it was mostly playful… until the cane-iac strap made an appearance in a promo video. But there were still no hard feelings about it.  I felt disciplined but not really punished, which I believe was the intention. 

I think I got punished, really punished,  when the wooden spoon and bathbrush came out of nowhere after my “Twitter dare.” Either that our she takes challenges very seriously. Most likely both. I got a really hard, fast spanking… but because it still felt acceptable, and I was even giggling along with borderline crying – I continued what I thought was playing. And it probably was, even from her perspective, until I got a bit too animated and cocky which ended up not being cool. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t respect boundaries though, which made it look like I was disrespecting her – for which I feel terribly sorry. 

If my behavior has made it appear that it does not go without saying, I will now (in no uncertain terms) say it: I have so much respect (and genuine love) for Dana as a personal and professional Top and as a human being that it is literally immeasurable. So when I behave in ways that contradict that and lead others to believe that is “playing,” I am setting a poor, and rather inaccurate, example. That makes me feel ashamed, sad and worried that if I can’t recognize when it’s “enough” without the stern look, intimidating tone and the fear of possible punishment – that this will make her disinclined to want to play with (or even punish) me.

The idea of that crushes me. I had so much fun when she was just spanking me all the time the first couple of days. That’s mostly her bottom’s bottom fault because I got spanked for all his misdeeds… but it actually helped to condition my own bottom so it bruised much less easily (well until the bathbrush came out last night). I was mostly loving that until I realized there was a real possibility I’d be spanked a dozen times an hour if she followed through and that eventually she would have to conquer new territory – such as the thighs. Because as big as my butt is, it cannot withstand even a days worth of punishment on behalf of her boy. I anticipated she might have to start calf caning by the end of the week and was set to go hide the canes. Speaking of hiding things, I still don’t think she had noticed her missing “heat for the seat” paddle. It will probably be a good idea to return it today because I think today is a “no playing because you were bad” day.  

Other than that, we did some decent shooting. The videos were awesome. Just so much fun. I got to be a big girl, I got to be a little girl…although I missed Stepmommy and I guess the librarian must have retired our did not get my “I will quit spanking if you don’t show up” memo! (FYI, I can’t quit spanking. I think Dana frowns upon it).

Anyway, I even did POV’s … because they held paddles to my head and forced me while I kicked and screamed and begged for my life. Okay… maybe that part didn’t exactly happen. It’s possible they just lovingly encouraged me despite my anxiety because they are two off the greatest people on the planet. I’m still terrified about it. Eh. We’ll see what happens.

And…. I cleaned my room! I said I didn’t have to but Dana got that tone and told me I did because she said so. It felt very serious and like a rule – so from then on, I have kept it tidy. Even the bathroom. Maybe she knows this was the reason. Maybe she doesn’t. Well I guess she will now if she posts this…  

We also watched some shows on the computer, talked a lot, laughed a lot. I got to eat Dana’s dinners – a time of day to especially look forward to. (Yea. I still dream about her meatloaf, not gonna lie). I also got to have balls and bottle caps thrown at me by the instigator and watched him in his natural playful state – which very often is indicative of an impending catastrophe. People shouldn’t play where there are glasses of iced tea and computers within inches of each other. Even I know that… silly. 

Now I am resting and writing and trying to be a good girl so that Dana is happy with me (and in general) and trying to be extra extra good so that maybe she will send me off with a great big hug… and a spanking! :)

I love you, Dana. Thank you for accepting me for the very complicated person I am while at the same time illustrating that certain behaviors must be changed… without making me feel terrible about myself for my shortcomings. That’s respectable. If you post this, you can leave this in or not.

Angel


PS (my blog will be completely transformed within the next couple of weeks. Stay tuned angelspanked.com)

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General Questions on Corporal Punishment – Survey Results



The spanking-survey-taking ranks have been out in full numbers of late, as the most recent survey, ‘General Questions on Corporal Punishment’ has thus far already garnered 430 responses!

I’ll paste the current results below, so you can see how your answers stack up next to your spanko brothers and sisters. 

–  Dana 

When did you receive your first adult spanking?

Results:
Between the ages of 18 and 25.16238%
26-35                                        10124%
36-45                                          6114%
46 +                                                  52  12%
I have never been spanked.          4811%


When did you give your first adult spanking?

 
Results:
Between the ages of 18 and 25.12831%
26-35                                          7117%
35-45                                              317%
45 +                                                 287%
I have never given a spanking.15838%
 
 
How often do you participate in spanking play?
 
Results:
Multiple times a week.                 4410%
Once a week.                               5012%
Once or twice a month.              10525%
A few times a year.                      13332%
Maybe once a year.                        389%
Never.                                        5212%
 
 
How often do you think about spanking?
 
Results:
Constantly.                             15436%
Daily.                                     21450%
A couple times a week.               4611%
Occasionally.                            102%
Hardly ever.                                 10%
 
 
How comfortable are you with your interest in spanking?
 
Results:
I’m fully at ease in my spanking fetish. No worries, guilt free.         213 50%
Sometimes I feel a little weird, but for the most part I’m okay with me. 164  39%
It makes me a bit uncomfortable, but I know it’s not going away.           42  10%
I wish it would go away.                                                                         5  1%
 
 
How many ways do you ‘play’ at spanking?
 
Results:
Real time, person to person, spanking/role play.                                                        33852%
Video chatroom (skype, etc.) spanking/role play.                                                         579%
Email correspondence discipline/role play (distance training).                                 8413%
Online forums, text chatrooms, social media sites (connecting with other spankos).13320%
I don’t participate in spanking play at all.                                                                         447%
 
 
How important is it that your partner share your fetish?
 
Results:
My relationship partner must also be a 
spanking fetishist.                                          11628%
My relationship partner doesn’t have to be a fetishist, but I want them to 
participate in spanking with me, anyway.  13432%
My relationship partner doesn’t have to share my fetish, but they must be okay with it, 
and with my participating in it with others.    5112%
My relationship partner doesn’t have to be a spanking fetishist, because they don’t know that I am. 
It’s my secret.                                                    4010%
My partner does NOT share my interest, so I do not participate in spanking.
                                                                             174%
My partner does NOT share my interest, so I participate in spanking without their knowledge.    
                                                                             54 13%
I am not into spanking. I don’t know what you’re talking about.
                                                                               10%
(And yes, I know that the numbers are a little wonky in the post. It’s a copy/paste thing – deal with it.)
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The Very Bad Boy’s Two-Year Spankaversary Letter

 
Readers,
 
It’s been two years, almost to the day, since I first met the Wonderful Wife and her Very Bad Boy. We’ve come a long way together, the three of us, in terms of discipline, communication, and friendship, and I am happy to consider them among my closest friends. Below, the VBB’s annual Spankaversary letter, which he’s been kind enough to allow me to share here.
 
–  Dana
Two-Year Spankiversary and 12 Kane Marks
 
When I was younger I used to think time went by so slowly, it seemed like the school year was never ending, that the time between birthdays and Christmas was unbearably long. What once was the slow passing of time has now become a fast moving train that often leaves me wondering what happened to the days, weeks and months. May marks the two-year spankiversary since the Wonderful Wife and I first met Ms. Dana Kane. What was originally planned as a one-time meeting, has turned into a wonderful friendship. The last two years have included serious punishment spankings, the Delrin Punishment, the Broken Cane Marathon, a few motivational sessions, the perfect spanking storm in Dallas, a trip to spanking court, a few product testing videos, a long weekend in Las Vegas, an unintended all day road trip, a cruise to film a spanking movie which included two outside spanking scenes. Not to mention the 32 broken implements Ms. Kane has broken on me, the countless bruises, the gallons of blood loss, and the 12 permanent Kane marks that Ms. Dana has left on my backside (which she takes a lot of pleasure in, every time she sees them.) Of course we can’t forget the hundreds of bratty tweets, emails, and notes we have received or sent to each other. There were times when Ms. Dana directed me to ask the Wonderful Wife to spank me for an offense, hundreds of hand written lines I have done for them and written assignments that I have written (one I had Angel do for me which led to a serious punishment). Along the way we have enjoyed countless laughs, great conversations, a number of meals and a few very personal discussions. Dana has introduced us to fun and exciting people from Spanking Court. I’ve developed a wonderful friendship with my bratting partner-in-crime Angel. Just recently Dana introduced me to the exquisite Ms. Mona Rogers, which I had the pleasure of spending a few hours in her presence this year. 
Dana has also taken on the role of confidant and encourager. During my recent inpatient hospitalizations Dana kept close contact with Isabella encouraging her and supporting her while I was in treatment. She took the time during my first hospitalization to communicate with me, sending email encouragements and tweets to keep my spirits up. During my second hospitalization she took an even more active role as I included her in my treatment plan. Her encouragement, insight and thoughtful responses to my assignments played an important role in my healing. During my medical retirement from the Army she has given of herself and has helped us walk through the emotionally difficult transition. She has shown me a different prospective, which has helped me to change my way of thinking. She reminds me of the future I still have and what I can still accomplish. A few times she has boldly gotten in my face and told me to change my attitude.
From the first time they met, Isabella and Dana developed a bond that began a unique relationship. Not only have they become trusted friends, Dana has taught the Wonderful Wife the role of the HOH (Head of Household), guided her in becoming an excellent spanker and unfortunately skilled at using the cane. Each session we have with Dana always seems to end up with Isabella learning some new nefarious way of torturing me, which she eagerly practices every chance she gets. Dana’s influence is felt every time Isabella decides to spank me or to just torture me for the fun of it. She is even leaving permanent cane marks on me now. Between the two of them leaving marks on me, if I ever go to the ER for treatment there will be a long discussion on what those marks are on my bum and what they indicate.
So we began another year with our friendship with Dana, what waits for us is anyone’s guess. But I do know there will be spankings, laughing, playing, sharing, accountability and lots of caring from all of us. … Oh yea, I almost forgot, there will be lots and lots of bratting from me, all aimed at getting under their skins and earning another special punishment session.   
 
– The VBB 
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Warning: Vacation Photos Inside


Readers,

Even though I travel a lot, I rarely actually see much of any given city – unless the backsides count (which they should). There are a zillion interesting things to see nearly every place I visit, but when you spend a lot of time on the road, the idea of staying out an extra day to hit the museums sounds less-than-appealing.  Hell, I’ve lived in Las Vegas near two years now and still have no idea where anything is!

Needing a few days to recharge my batteries, I thought it would be fun to remedy my local ignorance with a few days spent in/around the valley.
The first day was more task than vacation, but I did make it fun by going to a different supermarket than usual and scoring a few interesting things at a local thrift store. Then something which I’d been looking forward to for a few weeks – a trip to the Las Vegas Farmers Market.

It’s true, I didn’t love living in Los Angeles. But there are a few things which I did really appreciate – one of the best things about the city is the weekly Farmers Market in Hollywood. We went on a regular basis, buying excellent produce and out of this world sourdough breads (which I can’t have anymore and will never mention again due to lingering bitterness), and mingling with an interesting cross-section of Los Angeles’ citizenry.  Since moving to Las Vegas, the Farmers Market has been one of the biggest gaps left in the new zipcode.

So you can imagine my happiness when I found one on the far east end of Summerlin – in a park and everything, every Tuesday! Wahoo! And we were off…

..to the tiniest, most pitiful excuse for a Farmers Market you can possibly imagine. I bought a couple cute bars of soap wrapped to look like candy (for Angel) from the folks running the Muscular Dystrophy booth, and there was a guy selling so-called kettle corn and a sno-cone stand. We also purchased a snocone (trying to support our local Farmers Market and all)…

…which was the worst, most watered-down snocone ever created.

Damn. Strike two.

Then there was a brisk walk of approximately eight feet to the ONE produce stall. They were selling stuff out of the box, just like at the supermarket, waxed cucumbers and all.  Strike three.

While the place was a disappointment, the looong drive there and back afforded a nice view of parts of the city I’d not seen before; it’s pretty here, for the most part.

Not to be put off my task of finding neat things to see around my new hometown, I went home and packed my picnic basket and ice cooler, and set out my SPF 110.

The next day we were up and out early, since neither of us could sleep the night before, so we arrived at the Valley of Fire State Park before it was too terribly sweltering outside. Here’s me, totally happy and fully hydrated, lying inside a rock formation which has been there for something like several hundred thousand years:

Valley of Fire

 This was my first desert exploration-type thing, other than walks to the supermarket in August, and the mountains and surrounding views were beautiful. 
 
But we came for the petroglyphs:
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About four thousand years old, these marks show up here and there throughout the park, but this particular trail has this:
 
 
It looks like some kind of ancient chalkboard or message center – or graffiti. But these marks are up high enough on the wall that the geography would have to have been different when they were made – I couldn’t reach them, even after doing a bit of reckless climbing.
 
After a few more hours of tramping around the desert, we loaded up and headed home…in an entirely different and unplanned direction than I’d driven in that morning. An impromptu driving adventure along the north edge of Lake Mead began, culminating in my dipping my toes in the water’s edge at Virgin River. 
 
This was a great day trip, and one that I’ll do again – in spring.
 
Next morning I did something, the possibility of which I would’ve spent the majority of my life denying. I drove from Las Vegas to the Grand Canyon. I know, it doesn’t sound like that big a deal to you, but for a girl from the flat part of the country who doesn’t drive often, the mountain passes and desert winds were a little angst-inspiring. A 4 1/2 hour drive took about two hours longer, due to numerous stops to look at cool things, pick up rocks, and wander around in the middle of the damn desert. This is an activity which I suggest that everyone try at least once, within reasonably safe distance of your air conditioned rental car. 
 
Here’s me during one of the many pauses, standing in front of a mural in Kingman, AZ:
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Then, around 3:30 pm, this:
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You can just see part of the Bright Angel trail, leading out over the flat part in the center of the photo, from the South Rim where I’m standing. Note: I did NOT walk the trail, unless you count the approximately 300 feet which I haltingly and timidly tripped down and right back up again. To say that the view and trail are precarious would be putting it mildly (at least to anyone else with an unnatural fear of heights), and my bravery only extended about as far as the first turn in the barely-three-foot-wide trail hanging onto the side of the mountain. Thanks, but I’ll just stand up here…
 
Isn’t it beautiful?
 
It’s probably pretty nerdy, but I brought along my Field Guide and spent a little time identifying different animals encountered at Valley of Fire and Grand Canyon, and took photos of several species (you’ll thank me for not including photos of every single bird, mammal, and reptile I took), including a herd (flock, gaggle, murder?) of wild bighorn sheep clustered atop a desert plain – and dozens of teeny tiny chipmunks who, according to the signs posted everywhere, are aggressive and known to bite. Hence, no photos of the chipmunks, as I didn’t want to start something I couldn’t finish.
 
Here’s a handsome guy who was kind enough to pose for this photo, even in the hot sun.
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We spent the night in a pretty little lodge in the park, and after a morning of further exploration, got back on the road to Las Vegas.
 
After another couple days spent bumming around the house and generally being shiftless and lazy, I’ll be up to my elbows in bratting, as Angel will be here all this week. Yes, that’s right. I’m following my vacation week by spending the next several days spanking Angel repeatedly. Ahh, such a hard life.
 
–  Dana
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The Very Bad Boy’s Cane Breaking Marathon – Video Preview


Readers, 
While I enjoy my little vacation, here’s something to keep you occupied:

It’ll come as no surprise that The VBB got himself into hot water with his WW and me recently.

We decided to handle it a little differently this time – making the punishment as painful as possible for him, while still making it as FUN as possible for the two of us.

We settled on the Cane Breaking Marathon, a great idea which originally came from our friends at Caneiac (but don’t tell that to the VBB).

Of course, we videotaped the entire thing – nearly fifty minutes of scolding, caning, and paddling. After having taken out all the too-personal conversation, unnecessary in-between time, and other ancillary stuff, we were left with about twenty minutes of Cane Breaking Marathon. 

I also took out a few minutes of footage to make a fun commercial for Caneiac, since we broke so very many of their trusty implements throughout the natural course of our fun – and thought you might like to see some flying rattan…

(This is real punishment. Not for the squeamish.)

 – Dana

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A few days off..

I’ll be taking the majority of this week off for a mini-vacation of sorts, doing a little local traveling and sightseeing, and generally taking it easy through about Saturday. 

Email and communication will be sporadic and kept to a minimum, although essential stuff will still get done.

If you’re all lucky, I’ll lose my camera somewhere along the way. Otherwise you’ll likely have my vacation photos thrust upon you next week. 

Until then ~

Dana

PS. In my absence, feel free to peruse the nearly 200 spanking stories, dozens of free videos, and hundreds of links to other spanking blogs, sites, disciplinarians, and spanking groups.

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Angel’s Blog


Readers,

In addition to all the time spent bratting, tweeting, and being spanked, Angel also finds plenty of time to think, write, and create beautiful artwork. She is smart, deep, and boldly honest in her writings. Lately she’s been putting more time into her blog at AngelSpanked.com and turning out quite a lot of interesting, multi-faceted posts on everything from scenes we’ve done to personal artworks, including a recent poll on best reasons to spank her (umm…I wasn’t aware that I needed one, but I digress).

Angel speaks openly about her experiences, feelings, opinions, and spankings, and her word skills are excellent. You’ll not find much of ‘Bratty Angel’ on the blog, at least not yet, as it seems that most of the posts are written from a much more responsible perspective than the one sometimes encountered by yours truly. Fun posts, like this practical-ode to Cheyenne Jewel’s bottom, and informative stuff, like this post on bruises and welts, prove that Angel is putting her time to good use (and hopefully not getting up to any trouble).

I’m having fun reading, and you probably will, too.

–  Dana

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Current-izing the blog a bit, with your help


Readers,

It seemed like time to redesign the blog a bit, and I’m liking the new look so far. The expanded post section gives me room to post larger photos and embedded videos, and having a single sidebar makes it possible for things there to be less squashed, too. (Of course, I’m viewing it on my desktop Mac and have no idea what you people on laptops, PCs, and handhelds are seeing. If it doesn’t look spectacular, I suggest you go out and purchase a large Mac at your earliest possible convenience.)

There’s been a bit of reorganization as well, and I’m going to continue to try and find ways to make things prettier and more easily navigable. Suggestions are welcome, especially in the Spanking Stories links – where I’m unsure how to properly separate the stories (or are they already properly separated?). I’m also thinking of tackling a massive overhaul of the individual post tags and ‘Favorite Subjects’ section.

If you’re aware of a safe and skilled professional disciplinarian, in any location, not listed in the right-hand sidebar, please let me know and I’ll make the addition. Likewise, if you’re aware of any discrepancies as to active pro spankers.

The same goes for spanking groups, large and small. If you’re a member, or know of a good one, send me a link to the group and I’ll add them in the sidebar listings.

Finally, blogs. I know that there are nearly a go-zillion blogs about spanking, CP, DD, HoH, TTWD (sheesh with the differentiations, by the way), and I also know that folks like Bonnie do a pretty excellent job of cataloging nearly each and every one of ’em. But if there’s something noteworthy missing from the sidebar blogroll – whether it’s your blog or one you recommend – send me the link (or put it in the comment box below) and I’ll add it.

Still unsure about the free video embeds to the right – if they don’t reappear soon I’ll re-upload them to spankingtube and get new embed codes for them.

I’m also hoping that the redesign will fix the problem that a few of you have had with text formatting in RSS/email delivery subscriptions. Anyone previously experiencing this problem can email me with the fix/no-fix verdict.

–  Dana

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What’s the problem with the free videos? Hell if I know.


Readers,

Recently, some of the free videos I’ve shared – usually viewable on the left-hand sidebar as well as the linked gallery page – have been acting wonky. Not loading, sending clicks to some weird error page, and generally being screwy.

I have absolutely no idea why this is happening. It seems as though some of my videos are missing from spankingtube.com (where the free videos are uploaded/hosted/linked) and I’ve also been unable to upload anything new to the site of late. 

Maybe there’s some sort of glitch going on over at ST, and I’m hoping that it’ll clear itself up in short order. Until then, my apologies for the missing videos – but there are still a couple dozen left (hopefully) to enjoy.

–  Dana

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Ya gotta love Erica Scott.


Readers,

Like many of you, I am a big fan of Erica’s. Her blog posts are always topical, funny, and full of personal insights into this woman who we all adore so much.
Unlike most, however, I’ve had the opportunity to work with Ms. Scott on a number of occasions and can tell you, unequivocally, that she is one helluva spanko.
But while many videos of Erica and her titanium bottom exist, I’m most excited to see the ones she’s recently posted to spankingtube. These are snippets of real spanking scenes between Erica and her top, and they’re priceless.

Here’s ‘How Well Do You Know Your Top’, with Erica’s famous ‘tude firmly in place as she tries to answer trivia questions about her spanker:





Here’s another, titled ‘Tears II’, that’s particularly emotional:




Thanks to Erica for always sharing so much of herself, and for giving so many of us so much joy (and lip. You rock, lady.).

–  Dana

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Wonderful friends, site progress, and forced looking at my cats.


Miss Pandora Blake’s been wonderfully kind and written a glowing review of the new DanaKaneSpanks.com site, and while I’m not quite up to the production standards of DreamsofSpanking.com, I’m terribly complimented that a fellow spanking enthusiast – and just as importantly, another woman running an adult fetish video production company – is having a positive initial reaction to the site.

I’m also extremely pleased to say that signups have been robust, with a large percentage of subscribers being of the female gender (yes, I recognize you, ladies…my gratitude), and I am receiving lots of positive feedback thus far. While the site isn’t at all fancy, the search function is dandy and can help you get to what you’re looking for without scrolling through the 140+ F/M, F/F, and POV videos currently available, and I’ll soon be adding Member’s Only videos exclusive to the site.  My greatest big thanks to those of you who’ve subscribed, and I’m always looking forward to your comments, suggestions, etc.
We’re still experiencing some DVD Store difficulties, the site designer and I – as in, he is not yet finished with it and I am having difficulties understanding why. Hopefully it’ll be operational soon, and I’ll email those of you who’ve requested DVDs soon as they’re available.

Here’s a little preview video I uploaded to SpankingTube to announce the member site, featuring some of my favorite scenes:




In other, non-spanking-related news, my cats have been even cuter than usual of late, as evidenced by these photos:

This is Pancakes. Not one Pancake, but many. He had this name when we adopted him and we had no choice but to resist our natural urge to rename him – aptly – Oscar the Grouch.
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 He’s a Maine coon and weighs somewhere in the vicinity of 23lbs. Pancakes is not particularly friendly to strangers, and still occasionally looks at us as if we may cook and eat him at any moment. He’s had a tough life, but is one helluva cuddler.

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This beautiful creature is The Pretty Girl. She showed up about eight months ago, sleeping in a tree in our neighbor’s backyard. That neighbor has a mean dog, and she was awfully skinny, so I called her…”Hi, pretty girl.” 
Long story short, she lives under the bed now and likes to try and stand on the computer keyboard while important things are happening. She is also terrified of Reno (below), who is half her size.

 
This is Noodle putting the smackdown on one of the feral girls.  Reno and Tahoe look almost exactly alike, even after having lived with them for over a year – but I’m pretty sure this is Reno. They both showed up in wintertime, begging outside the patio door. Sisters, obviously, and pretty damn wild.
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After a few weeks of feeding and careful petting (and no small measure of bouncing off the patio doors), we managed to snatch them both inside permanently.
Somewhat more domesticated now, they’re both still shy of strangers, and still pretty damn wild.
Reno’s slightly smaller and much much MUCH meaner, and Tahoe isn’t very smart but makes up for it in sweet.
 
 
Speaking of Noodle – he likes to sleep on the toilet. Others in the household who shall remain unnamed think that this behavior should be discouraged. Personally, I think he’s just about the cutest thing ever and could sleep on my head if he were so inclined.
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He’s just waiting for someone to come along and give him a pity flush; there is nothing the Ginger Menace loves more than watching the water twirl, and has been known to ‘accidentally’ fall in on countless occasions.
And they’re all spayed and neutered (hint hint).
 
— Dana
 
 
 
 
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Conversations with Spankos (Ch. 20) : An Exchange of Money for Goods or Services


Readers, 

 In a nutshell, ‘an exchange of money for goods and/or services’ is the definition of trade. 

Trade is a term nearly interchangeable with the word business. 

Businesses create jobs, wherein people are employed and (hopefully) paid a reasonable salary. Those people use their salaries to pay other people for other goods and/or services, and the circle of trade is unbroken. 

 Consumers (those people we talked about who are, presumably, employed and earning a reasonable salary) participate in different types of trade depending on many factors, including age, gender, social status, geography, and most certainly, need. 

 Need, or the perception of it, is what makes us go to the department store and pay (again, presumably) hard-earned money for items we do not already possess. Have a big wedding coming up and don’t have a blender capable of making cake for 48? Buy one. Need more Band-aid brand bandages or Kleenex brand tissues? Hell, now you can even have them delivered right to your door – by a person who’s being paid to wear that snappy brown outfit, I might add. There are dozens of workers instrumental in getting your tissues to your door, from the person who pours the stuff that will become tissue paper into the vat to the one who designs those hideous countertop boxes, right down to the salesperson who calls your local market every week to see how many tissues they’ll be needing delivered. 

Then there’s want. Want is often misinterpreted as need, because want can become big and strong and overpowering and morph itself into need when pressed. For instance, you don’t really need that new sofa – your current sofa is in fine condition, really, you’ve just grown to despise it over the years because it just sits there being all Southwestern-y, long after Southwestern is out – but you’re eyeballing a comfy-looking oversize in tan leather all the same. Sure, it’ll cost a bit of money, but just look at it! It beckons you, and you can practically feel how much more aligned your spine will be while watching reruns of LA Law. Besides, what has that old sofa done for you lately, huh? Yep. You’re right. You WANT this, and you want it now. 

 I’m sure you all get my upcoming point already, don’t you? I’m not one of the first several hundred to have written on this subject, and won’t be one of the last several hundred, either. It’s something that’s there, whether we talk about it or not. So let’s talk about it. 

 People Who Get Paid to Do Sex Work and why some people dislike them (us).


Where to begin, really? First, I’ll clarify that, for the purposes of this conversation, I’m using the term People Who Get Paid to Do Sex Work as folks of any sex or gender who earn compensation as pros, models, performers, production crew, and/or other ancillary positions related to the adult entertainment industry. This, for most of the world, includes spanking and BDSM. (If you find  yourself in said employ and have a problem with the term Sex Worker, I don’t know what to say. Honestly.)

We’ve all heard/read them, and maybe some of you have even said: “I would never pay for it.” (liar), “They’re no better than prostitutes.” (your point?), “F*ck that b*tch. She doesn’t deserve to get paid to do what I do for free.” (a personal favorite), and the always sensible “He/she should get a real job.”

Let’s address these concerns one at a time, shall we?

1.  “I would never pay for it.”

You paid Tom Cruise $20 million dollars to make the fourth installment of whatever-it-was-movie. Yes, you did. 
You also paid that kid at Taco Bell to make your lunch yesterday (which is why you feel like crap today). 
You’re also paying some stranger in a suit and Wall Street high-rise to manage the loan on the house you’re sitting in right now, and likely for the computer you’re using, too.

All of those things suck.

But paying for pleasure is wrong? Wait a minute…what about massages? Yoga classes? Visits to your friendly local psychopharmacologist? All those things are about health, happiness, and wellness and we pay for those things every day.
Where’s the disconnect? You tell me.

2.  “They’re no better than prostitutes.”

See #1. Seriously. And, in your spare time, think about doing a bit of evolving.

3.  “F*ck that b*tch. She doesn’t deserve to get paid to do what I do for free.”

This is one especially for performers, as each and every girl I know has, at one time or another, been given grief (usually remotely, as grief-givers are naturally passive-aggressive) about their professions. We are not bitches, nor are we heartless vixens out to pilfer the wallets of every godfearing man and woman on the planet.
Just like the guy who cooked my delivery dinner deserved to get paid for doing something that I could have easily, cheaply, and – I compliment myself here – more tastily prepared, Sex Workers deserve to get paid to do what they do. Whether you do it or not. Even if you’re better at it. 

Why? Because there is massive, massive demand. Lots of folks want to participate in things which they may not necessarily be willing to share with the world. Pros and performers get paid specifically for that reason – because they’re doing it. You’re not.

While we’re here, I’ll also touch on the fact that none of us would ever be so bold as to contact a plumber and suggest that he do some work for us pro bono. We all know that the plumber would just laugh and laugh and laugh..

4.  “He/she should get a real job.”

When you’ve spent the money, invested the time, and worked to perfect the craft, that IS a real job.


Now that I’ve put much more than my usual two cents in, I’d like to know your thoughts. Please share your comments in the box below, and we’ll discuss this controversial subject a bit more.

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More Spanking Court and Sternwood Academy, and lots of sarcasm.


Readers,

As you know, I regularly participate in the proceedings at Spanking Court, and am also a member of the staff at Sternwood Academy. You cannot possibly imagine the tedium of having to spank misbehaving girls, on their extremely bare bottoms, while they writhe and cry out in protest. Of all the careers I could’ve had, skills I could’ve mastered, I chose to become a professional spanker. Sigh…the heartbreak of it all. You must really pity me right now.

Recently, several of the inmates and attendees have been behaving improperly (go figure), and I’ve been enlisted yet again to help bring them to their senses. I will gladly welcome the day when all these reprobates learn their proper lessons and I never have to see a lovely little red bottom spread across a spanking bench or school desk again. 

(All these encounters are now viewable in one place : MegaSpankings.com. My friends at A.S.S. have combined five spanking sites into one, and all the fun stuff we get up to is available there.)

A few examples of the hardships of my job:

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Casey Calvert looks innocent – but she’s a VERY naughty inmate. 
I have to strap her repeatedly. Sheesh.
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…and an even naughtier schoolgirl! Here I am having to suffer the indignity of a wig,
AND spank her perfect bottom with my bare hand.
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Here’s me, trudging through a horrible day: spanking Christy Cutie, Cali Katarina, and Casey Calvert.
 
 
 
Please feel free to offer your condolences in the comment box below.
 
–  Dana
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A (Sick) Day in the Life


Readers,

It’s been over two years since I was actually, truly sick. 

In March 2011, I visited New York City for the first time and picked up a horrible cold/flu/ick from a lovely little Domme who thought she’d shake hands first and announce her current awful cold later. It took about 72 hours to kick in, as these things do, so I was feeling pretty terrible right about the time I left the City. 
I was sick for two full weeks, and blamed the fact that I’d never before experienced NYC germs. Like the people there, I believe that the germs have a zeal and zest for life and survival unlike many.

Flash forward two years plus change, in which time I have been extraordinarily healthy in the seasonal-illness department:

Last week I visited family in Texas – a trip I hadn’t made in a year – and naturally went through several airports in order to do so. While the trip wasn’t the awe-inspiring thing of vacation dreams, it was nice to go back where I came from and hug a few people. When I arrived home, I had two days in Las Vegas before heading back out for Dallas, St.Louis, and Kansas City.

I felt fine until two days ago, and nearly at the halfway point in my flight from Nevada to Texas when, all of a sudden, every part of my head began malfunctioning at the EXACT same moment. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, my nose began to stop up and run at the same time (which has always perplexed me), and the sneezing began with much abandon.
This caused no small problem because I was, as always, sitting in a window seat, so my co-aislers had to get up three times over the course of an hour so I could make my way to the minimal privacy of the airplane restroom where much nose-blowing did take place. This, in addition to my having my scarf fully covering the bottom half of my face (don’t want to make others sick, doncha know) likely caused more than a little suspicion. (Sorry Mr. Air Marshall, I wasn’t doing anything suspect – I do the suspect stuff in hotels.)

An otc cold remedy bought on my layover helped a bit, and I was able to make it to the hotel where I enjoyed a lovely dinner with The VBB and his Wonderful Wife, who’d driven quite some distance to meet me there. Naturally, I found the energy to carry on with The VBB’s cane breaking marathon/punishment, but spent nearly as much time spraying him with alcohol than I did breaking canes, just in case one of my likely-germs came in contact with his bum. We passed a fun few hours that evening, but by bedtime I could tell that I was in trouble. So I made the unhappy call home to announce my full-on illness and request an immediate change of flight plans. I was going home. Asap.

It’s not been often that I have had to cancel travel plans, and it’s a blow to my enormous empathy organ to have to postpone playtimes with my friends around the country. Many don’t have the opportunity to play often, and only the chance of infecting them with some icky little South Texas germ has kept me away. (To those of you I’ve missed, my sincerest sniffly apologies. I’ll be back just as soon as I can.)

Meanwhile, I’m going to disinfect this keyboard and get back into bed.

–  Dana

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New Story Contest – ‘Who Do You Think You Are?’ : Win a DanaKaneSpanks.com Site Membership

 
May 2013 Spanking Story Contest:
 
‘Who Do You Think You Are?’


** To celebrate the launch of HERE member site, this month’s prize winner will receive a free full-access membership to the site!  Over 130 F/M, F/F, and POV spanking scenes – and counting! – should keep our winning author busy for quite some time. (For those who are already subscribers, you’ll have the opportunity to choose an alternate prize.)**

In the name of good fun and fertile fantasy, I’ve decided to open the contest up this month to include folks whose names we’ve all heard. Celebrities, Politicians, Icons; Heroes and Villains, past and present.  
 
What would it be like if one of them had to stand in front of a spanking disciplinarian and answer for their behavior? How many times have we said, “Boy, old so-and-so sure could use a good spanking”, while referring to someone splashed across our newspaper or television?
 
This month, your challenge is to write a fantasy discipline story featuring:
 
 
Someone Famous (or Infamous)
 
 
 
Facing a Disciplinarian
 
 
 
…and a List of Offenses
 






Quick tips:

 

  • Characters may be of any gender (and in the case of this particular contest, alive or dead), and you may include as many or as few other characters in your story as you want.
  • Feel free to include any/all spanking genres: F/F, F/M, M/F, and M/M.
  • You’re encouraged to title your story independently of the contest’s title.
  • We are in the realm of Fantasy Writing here, folks, so there’s no worry about writing about someone known. Nobody would ever believe that Richard Branson, Anderson Cooper, or Daniel Radcliffe would end up in a spanker’s care, so it’s acceptable that we play with those fantasies. With that in mind, let’s try and avoid being incendiary.



There are also a few guidelines which MUST be followed in order for your story entry to be considered/published. 


Please read carefully:

  • Absolutely no characters or situations involving anyone under the age of 18. The occasional ‘like a little boy’ is acceptable, but I make final judgments based on context. Best to keep it to a minimum.

 

  • The same goes for overt sexual references and naughty language. Some poetic license is given, but genital references, sexual scenarios, and heavy use of profanities will likely not prevail.

 

  • Don’t cheat. It’s not cool. Cheaters will be publicly shamed and banned from future contests.

 

  • By entering your story in the contest, you agree to allow me to publish/excerpt/promote your entry (anonymously, of course) on this blog and other publishing platforms.


Contest ends May 31, 2013



Send all entries to me at: DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com  (You may either attach your story as a text file, or paste it directly into your email’s text box.)

If you have any questions about content, guidelines, etc, please feel free to email.

Good luck! 


–  Dana

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‘Sarah Skips A Semester’ : A final (and spectacular) School Daze spanking story


Readers,

A final, and somewhat tardy, entry to the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest :

Missy and Angel co-wrote this entry, as non-contestants (Good Girls), and it’s a great read…even though they turned in their School themed story very late – which technically should earn them a trip to the principal’s office, right?

Enjoy.

–  Dana



Sarah Skips A Semester



As I sat there in the window watching the rain pour down from a freak thunderstorm, I was reminded of home.  My sister Susie and I had been living in Las Vegas now for nearly one month.  We were now under constant supervision by Ms. Kane, the Disciplinarian that owned and operated the “Reformatory” where we were to live for one year.  Two months ago, Susie and I had pulled off a brilliant stunt…or so we thought. We videotaped Ms. Kane during a private spanking session and posted it on Spankingtube.   As it turned out, getting one over on Ms. Kane is a rare occurrence, one that we were not able to do…this time.  
Fall quarter was fast approaching at UNLV, and as a requirement by Ms. Kane, we were to be full time students.  I was not ready for school to start, I wanted just a little more time to be able to do my own thing and not be bogged down with all the studying and work load that is required by a freshman at a major university.  This morning my sister and I were supposed to be going to sign up for classes, but I had different plans.
“Sarah, why are you sitting there in your pajamas still? We need to get going” My sister was digging through the closet I guess trying to find the perfect thing to wear. “I am not going. I don’t want to start school yet, I am going to wait till January classes start, and go then” She looked puzzled at me “And just how do you think that is going to work out for you? Ms. Kane will never let that fly. What is your big plan for that?” She snickered. “I am not going to tell her right now, it’s none of her business anyway. Besides, as long as I am at the dinner table every night and have my chores done, she won’t even know. It will be fine. I’m going back to bed, try and be quiet please”
Susie headed down the stairs and was about to walk out the front door when Ms. Kane suddenly out of the blue spoke up “Goodbye girls, good luck today, and I want details later as to what your classes will be” Susie turned and looked at Ms. Kane “Ok, I’ll let you know, goodbye” She turned again and tried to hurry out the door to avoid the obvious fact that she was alone. A fact Ms. Kane of course had noticed “Where is Susie…or Sarah…or which one are you??” She still couldn’t tell us apart. We were identical twins right down to the mole we each had on our upper arm, the only exception was a little birthmark well hidden under my long hair on the back of my neck, a secret no one knew besides us and our parents. 
It was obvious that Susie wasn’t happy about the situation but as a good sister she covered up “Sarah is umm…She wasn’t feeling well this morning, so she said she would take care of her classes later” Which wasn’t a lie and something Susie could tell without feeling guilt. “I gotta go though or I won’t catch the bus in time….ok?” She looked at Ms. Kane with a lot of hope in her eyes. Ms. Kane returned that look with a raised eyebrow and told her goodbye and wished a good day. Susie ran off as fast she could and had she turned around she would have met the eyes of Ms. Kane still standing there observing. Ms. Kane didn’t go upstairs to check on Sarah instead she just went to her office. Susie of course again as the good sister wanted to give a heads up by calling but never got to it because Lyndsy  with all her talking at the bus stop made her forget about it all. 
I woke up and looked at the clock.  2:08!  How did I sleep so long?  Good thing I am not starting school any time soon, clearly I need more sleep in my life.  I got up and went to the window to see if Ms. Kane was home.  Her car was not in the driveway.  That’s good, at least I don’t have to explain anything just yet.  I went to take my shower and got myself ready.  Who knows, maybe she won’t even know I didn’t go anywhere today.  This is going to be so easy…
I went downstairs to find something to eat.  I had missed breakfast and lunch so I was starving.  I checked one more time to see that her car was not there and headed downstairs to the kitchen.  I found everything I needed to make a turkey sandwich.  I quickly made my sandwich and cleaned up my mess and was about to head upstairs when I turned the corner and just about ran smack into Ms. Kane.  “Damn, you scared the shit out of me!”, I said before I could stop myself.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to curse at you, I just didn’t think you were home”.   I tried to sneak past, but without success.  “First of all, you know better than to use that kind of language in my home, regardless if you thought I was home or not” Ms. Kane had this special voice she used when she was annoyed a voice she was using right now  “So instead of this just being an informal meeting in the hallway, let’s take it to my office, shall we?”  “No Ma’am, please, that is not necessary,  It slipped out totally on accident and besides, I have a pile of paperwork to fill out for school, can’t we just keep it in the hallway this time?”  I was hopeful.  To this, she raised an eyebrow and pointed to her office, not before taking my sandwich and reminding me that food is meant to be eaten in the kitchen only.  
Now I was starving, sitting in her office waiting for her to come lecturing me on bad language and probably getting a spanking for it too.  Ms. Kane walked in and as always, went around her desk to sit and stare at me with those crystal blue eyes. The blue color seemed to get more vibrant and even more captivating whenever Ms. Kane had someone in her sights.  It was so hard to look at her when I felt guilty about something.  After about a minute she spoke.  “Sarah, I see we need to go over the rules again.  Tell me, what is the rule about cursing?”  I hated it when she made me answer questions like this, but I knew better by now to just answer her.  “There is to be no cursing or using bad language at all what so ever”, I recited.  “And did you follow that rule today?”  Oh man, this was horrible, she was going to make me suffer.  “No Ma’am, I did not follow that rule today.  I broke that rule when I cursed at you in the hallway”  I rolled my eyes as I said this.  Not on purpose, but just out of habit.  When my mom or dad asked me a stupid question, they got a stupid answer and a roll of the eyes.  At least I gave her the answer she wanted.  My timing could have been better though.  “Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me young lady, now you are guaranteed the spanking I was only thinking about giving you”  with that, she continued to torture me through all the rules of the house before asking me about my day signing up for classes.  “Everything went fine”, I lied.  To further elaborate and convince her I went into more detail.  “I didn’t get all the classes I wanted, but I didn’t get stuck with anything too horrible”.   Ms. Kane had a look on her face that I hadn’t seen before.  I wasn’t sure what it meant. “well, you are a smart girl and I am sure you will do great with all of your classes, no matter what they are. “  She stood up, came to the sofa and told me to stand up and remove my pants and panties as she took my place of the sofa.  “Please can we just skip the spanking, It really was just an accident.  I hardly think it’s fair to be punished for something I didn’t mean to do.  You scared me, what was I supposed to do?  Be polite?”  I argued with her, not moving to take down my pants.  She just stared at me again, those eyes getting even brighter blue…Damn,  how did she do that?  “I will not tell you again, get those pants down.”   I knew I wasn’t getting out of it so I started to unbutton my jeans  while whining at her that it wasn’t fair.  I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough or maybe it was the whining, but she grabbed a hold of my pants and had them off of me in about 2 seconds, then my panties and I went over her lap.  She laid 10 good swats to my fanny and then stopped.  “Now, are you done whining at me or do you need another 10 swats before we actually start?”  “What!!!  Actually start?  We should be almost finished after that!” there I go with my impulsive mouth again.  She started spanking me again but didn’t stop at 10.  “ok. Ok, I’m sorry, I am done whining now.”  After a few more slaps with her bare hand she stopped and said, “good, now tell me why you are being punished”  fortunately for me and my backside, she didn’t see me roll my eyes this time as I explained why I was being punished.  She spanked me for what seemed like an hour but was really only like 5 minutes.  When she was done she told me to go stand in the corner and not to move until she told me to.  By now, I knew I wouldn’t be able to have my pants back until I was done in the corner, so I didn’t even bother to try and put them on.  There I stood facing the corner, feeling pretty stupid. Ms. Kane’s phone rang.  She answered it and I heard her say, “Thank you, I’ll be there to pick it up shortly.  Were you able to rotate my tires as well?, ok thank you”  That’s why her car wasn’t here but she was.  It was in the shop.  About 5 minutes later, she got up from her desk, reminded me not to move a muscle and she left the office, leaving me there to stand naked from the waist down in the corner.  “This is horrible” I whispered to the wall “Oh well at least I was able to get away with not signing up for classes though”
Man, how long is she going to leave me here?  It had to be like 5:00 already!  Susie should be home by now too and I needed to talk to her before she had a chance to say something to Ms. Kane about me not going today.  I was getting nervous now.  I heard Ms. Kane’s car pull up.  Did she really leave me in the corner and leave to get her car???  Now I was getting upset.  I could hear the sounds of dinner being made in the kitchen down the hall, so I turned around and grabbed my pants when at the same time I heard someone coming down the hall.  I jumped back to my corner like I hadn’t even thought of moving.  The door opened and Ms. Kane spoke calmly “Have a seat Susie, I just wanted to see how your day went” I just about past out and prayed that Susie wouldn’t say anything. It would definitely make Susie nervous to see me standing there in the corner, and would leave her clueless how to cover since she wouldn’t know why I was standing there. Susie went for the usual tactic, being evasive when answering questions. “My day was great, Ms. Kane, how was your day?” Ms. Kane ignored the question and went on “Were you able to get the classes you hoped for?”  “yes, for the most part” Susie answered sounding rather relaxed  “It sounds like you and Sarah had the same luck.  She said she wasn’t able to get all of the classes she wanted, but most of them as well” Yes what a relieve, now Susie would know how to keep the cover. “Is something wrong Susie, you look a bit pale?” Pale? I didn’t like the sound of that, if I just could get a look at Susie. “No everything is fine just a bit tired, can I go get ready for dinner now?” silence…until Ms. Kane broke it “Sure, go ahead. Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes” a few seconds after the door opened and closed again leaving me alone in the corner, at least that’s what I thought. “Sarah, you are to sit quietly during dinner, you are not to talk to anyone.  When dinner is done, you will do the clean up.  When you are done cleaning up, you are to report back to my office where you will spend one hour in the corner and then you will be going to bed.  Do I make myself clear?”  Really??  So much trouble for 2 so simple curse words??  “Yes” was the only thing that came across my lips.
Dinner started with an announcement from Ms. Kane telling everyone that I was not to be talked to during dinner or for the rest of the night for that matter.  Lyndsy and Amy would be trouble.  They had that look in their eyes.  We were friends, so it wasn’t a bad look, just a mischievous look.  One  that dared me to play their game.  In trouble or not, I just couldn’t help myself.  The looks and the whispers turned into kicking under the table and then laughing.  Not a good idea when sitting across from Ms. Kane while you are in trouble.  She was about to shut me up though with her next comment.  Looking right at me she said to my sister, “Susie, this morning when I saw you heading out the door, you said Sarah was ill and staying in bed today.  So how is it that Sarah could have signed up for classes from bed?”  Oh damn!  I went from laughing with Lyndsy and Amy to straight face with no color left in it.  My eyes said it all…I was busted and I was scared.  Susie tried to save me, “She ended up coming anyway, just a little later is all.  She felt better and didn’t want to miss out on getting the right classes.”   My sister was good, but Ms. Kane was better.  “How is it then that I heard her shower going at 2:30 this afternoon and then literally ran into her in the hall at 3:30? Don’t try and cover for her anymore, you are both in enough trouble for lying to me.  I believe that is a house rule, isn’t it?” she said looking at me.  “Do I need to go over the rules with you again as well Susie?”   “No Ma’am,” Susie almost whispered.  “I will ask you one more time, and I expect the truth.  Did your sister sign up for classes today?” Ms. Kane still spoke with a calm voice.  I tried to kick my sister under the table but I must have missed because Ms. Kane jumped out of her seat.  She was furious and demanded to know who had just kicked her.  Oh sh**, I was really screwed now.  “I’m sorry Ms. Kane….I didn’t mean to kick you” She looked at me as her eyes went bluer and bluer again for the third time today.  “Go put yourself back in the corner in my office right now and wait for me, and young lady, you will be dressed the same as you were earlier, now go!”  She didn’t have to tell me twice, I was so scared now,  I wasn’t going to argue anything with her.  
There I was in the corner, without my pants or panties like some little kid waiting for her punishment.  I was nervous now.  Even though she hadn’t raised her voice (except when she got kicked) I knew she was very upset.  What would happen now, I wondered.  “How do I get myself out of this mess?”  “By telling the truth to start” I was startled to hear her voice.  Not only did I not know she was in the room, but did I really say that out loud?  “Turn around” I did.  “Now, you are going to tell me the truth, if you even dare tell me anything other than the truth, your consequences will be far worse than anything you would ever want to endure.  Now, speak.”  
I didn’t know what to say or how to react.  I had never been confronted on a lie before.  My parents put more effort into being the cool parent than they did being the responsible parent.  My words were just a jumbled mess, “I ….well….I didn’t ….um….um….”  Ms. Kane was having none of that and over her knee I went for a solid 2 minute bare hand, bare butt spanking.  “Ouch, ouch…ok, I will tell you Ma’am”  I pleaded.  The spanking stopped but I wasn’t let up from her lap just yet.  “Now, are you ready to talk in full sentences without stuttering or mumbling?”  Ms. Kane asked.  “Yes, Ma’am”, I sobbed.  She stood me up.  As I stood in front of her, naked from the waist down, I told her what happened that day.  “I didn’t go to sign up for classes today”, I said very softly with my head down.  “ I want you to look at me and keep your voice up, now why did you not go sign up for classes today?” Ms. Kane never once removed her eyes from me.  “Well, I have decided not to start classes just yet.  I am going to wait until January.  It’s only a few months later and I have plenty of credits already so it won’t set me back much.  I talked to my dad about it already and he said it would be ok, and….” She cut me off.  “First of all, I am not all that interested in whether or not your dad gave you permission to skip an entire semester.  Did I give you permission?”  “No, but….” She cut me off again.  “Secondly, I am aware of how many credits you have.  You have exactly the amount of credits you should have.  Now, since obviously I had left you with the impression you had a choice in this matter, let me be perfectly clear with my next statement.  You WILL go tomorrow and sign up for classes.  You WILL take full time courses.  You WILL go every day.  You WILL stay on top of your homework.  And furthermore, you WILL be grounded to the house except to go to school, and you WILL have an early bedtime for one month.  Is there anything you don’t understand about what I just told you?”  Oh man, she was mad.  “Ok” was all I could manage to say.  She just stared at me.  I guess that wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear.  “Yes, Ma’am.  I understand.  I’ll do everything you just said.”  “Yes you will.  To be sure you know just how serious I am, go to the closet and get the belt and then position yourself over my desk and grab a hold of the other side“ I couldn’t move, until she raised those damn eyebrows at me and I did what she said.  After about 20 whacks with her belt, I was a complete mess.  She sent me to bed with a reminder to let her know what classes I had signed up for the next day.
The next morning, it had crossed my mind only for a second that I didn’t want to go sign up for classes.  My burning backside was a quick reminder of the alternative.  I got up and got ready.  I went downstairs to the kitchen to get a quick breakfast and not that surprisingly Ms. Kane was there as well.  “Good morning….Susie?  Sarah?” “Good morning Ms. Kane.  I’m Sarah, Susie will be down in a bit”  “How did your parents tell you two apart?” “They still sometimes can’t” I couldn’t help to let out a little sarcastic chuckle.  I wasn’t about to tell her about that birthmark on the back of my neck.  Being Identical twins had too many advantages to be giving up secrets about how to tell us apart.
At UNLV I went straight to the Admissions office, smiled politely at the lady behind the desk and asked for the papers. What I didn’t expect was to see her looking at me with this almost worried kind of expression. “Are you serious?”  I must have looked desperate at the lady when she told me that yesterday was the deadline for scheduling classes.  “I am afraid so, most of those classes have been filled for months, yesterday was the last day to sign up.” Oh no, what was I supposed to do?  If Ms. Kane found out that I couldn’t sign up, I had no idea what would happen.  I called Susie for help.  “It will be ok Sarah, just calm down.  We will figure something out.  We always do.  Meet me at that little coffee shop on the corner in half an hour and we will work it out.”
After two hours and way too much coffee,  I had a class schedule.  Not a real one, but it would keep my butt safe for the time being.   “Thanks Sis, now I just have to fake for a few months.  So much for sleeping in.  I still have to get up and leave the house like I am going to school every day.  What am I going to do all day?”  “I don’t know, but whatever it is at least you will be able to do it sitting down.  Come on, let’s go see if it will past the Kane test” I was so nervous.  Rarely did anyone in the house get anything past Ms. Kane and here I was thinking not only that she would believe my class schedule was real, but also that for the next 3 months I was attending school full time.  Susie noticed my unease and said, “If you walk into the house looking like that, you won’t stand a chance against her. “  I couldn’t help it, the closer we got to the house, the whiter my face got.  I was normally pretty good about keeping a straight face if I had to tell a little lie to someone, but damn!  I felt like I was going to throw up knowing I would soon be looking into those blue eyes and lying right to her face.  Susie seemed a little annoyed that I couldn’t keep it together, but she hadn’t been whipped with that belt yet either.  “Here Sarah, trade me schedules.  When we get there just go upstairs.  If anyone asks, just say you aren’t feeling well.  One look at you and nobody will question it.  Ill pretend to be you and talk to Ms. Kane about your…um……my schedule.”  
When we got to the house and went inside it was pretty quiet.  We started to head upstairs when we heard her voice.  “Hi Girls, how did everything go today?” Whatever blood was left in my face drained out at that moment and I went ghost white again.  “Are you ok Dear?  What’s the matter?  You look like you might pass out.”  “Oh, I’m ok.  Just not feeling well.  I am going to go lie down.”  And just for emphasis I said to Susie, “Hey Sarah, do you think you could bring me a glass of cold water please?”  “Sure” she turned to go to the kitchen leaving me to make my escape upstairs. Ms. Kane asked me, who now was Susie, to come to her office the second after she had brought Susie or me the water, she returned to her office without further comments. I ran upstairs and straight to the bathroom and I threw up.  All that coffee coupled with nerves, and maybe a touch of guilt was too much for my poor stomach.  I went to lie down in Susie’s bed.  After bringing me a glass of water, Susie set off to see Ms. Kane as Sarah.  She was gone for about 10 minutes when there was a knock on the door.  “Come in”, I said.  It was Lori.  “Hey Susie, what’s up? not feeling well?”  My sister and Lori had become good friends.  I hadn’t really spent too much time getting to know her, so we were still strangers in a way.  But she thought I was Susie at that moment.  “Yeah, too much coffee and not enough food I think, but I’ll be ok.  What’s up with you?”  I honestly didn’t care for the answer but had to keep the façade so tried hard to focus on Lori “Well remember last week when I told you about that boy Adam?  Well, I saw him again today and hey you were right!”  She laughed.  I tried to play it off like I knew what she was talking about.  “oh yeah?”  I said, hoping she would throw out some more information.  “Yes, I couldn’t believe it, just like you said it would happen and it happened!  He came walking in holding hands with another dude.”  She laughed again.  I tried to laugh with her, but it’s not easy to fake laugh when you have no idea what you are supposed to be laughing at.  “Anyway, I have some stuff to do for work, I just wanted to tell you that.  Hope you feel better” and with that she left.  A few minutes later Susie came in our room.  “No problems.  She just reminded me that I…er you, are grounded.”  Before I could tell her about Lori’s visit, Lori was knocking on the door again.  “Come in,” we both said. She started talking to me again about this boy that I knew nothing about.  She went on and on and on.  Does she ever stop talking?  I must have looked like I couldn’t care less.  Susie stopped her ramblings and told her she was talking to Sarah not Susie and explained why I was in her bed.   “Really? wow you guys are good.  Did Ms. Kane really think you were Sarah?”  “Well yeah, just like you thought you were talking to Susie.”  “You guys are pretty brave doing that with Ms. Kane on the staff there.”  Now it was Susie’s face that lost all of its color.  “What are you talking about Lori?” “You didn’t know that she teaches a course on “Nonverbal Communication”?  it is only one course and its usually during the Spring quarter.”  Susie and I just looked at each other both of us now questioning what we had done.  We were committed to our lie now.  We just had to hope she wouldn’t find out and use some of that “nonverbal communication” on our backsides.
The next few weeks went by very quickly.  Tomorrow was my first class…well, my first fake class anyway.  I got up and showered early.  I had already decided to spend the day with my laptop at the park close to campus.  Susie and I decided that we would meet here every day after her last class.  This is when she would give me a few of her books to carry home with me and also when she would all too happily give me some of her homework to do to keep up the facade.   This worked out perfectly for several weeks.   Nothing major really happened.  We would smart mouth Ms. Kane, push our limits, and test the waters as much as we could.  Sometimes getting away with our brattiness,  most often not.  Ms. Kane liked to spank us just for fun.  We figured if she was going to give us “maintenance” spankings every Sunday anyway, we might as well earn them, and earn them we did.  We saw all the different shades of those blue eyes as often as possible.  Blue was always our favorite color. 
Winter break was now upon us.  Mom and Dad were planning the usual trip to Whistler to celebrate Christmas.   Susie and I had decided not to go this year, but could not escape a visit from them.  They would be staying one night in Las Vegas.  The plan was for all four of us to stay in a hotel on the strip.  Susie and I had big plans for that night. We would finally get a night to really let loose and not worry about getting in trouble with Ms. Kane.  After all, she wouldn’t try and pull that authority stuff on our parents.  Susie and I were in our room packing for our evening.  Mom and Dad would be here to pick us up in just a few hours.  When someone knocked on our door we thought it was Lori as usual but were both surprised to see Ms. Kane standing there instead. “Girls, would you mind coming to my office please?  I would like to discuss something with you.”  “Sure Ms. Kane, we will be right there”, Susie told her.  We looked at each other, both wondering what this would be about.   Ten minutes later we learned that Ms. Kane had absolutely no problem pulling that authority business on our parents.  “Girls, I know you are planning on having an evening out tonight, but I have decided that it would be best for you both to stay home.  Neither of you have been able to show me lately that you can control temptation.  The Vegas Strip is certainly not a place for 2 impulsive girls to be trusted or expected to behave.  I have invited your parents to stay here tonight so you can spend some quality time together as a family” “What?!?,” I could not hide my annoyance at that decision.  “You can’t do that.  Who are you to decide that for us?  No way!”  Uh Oh….that wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but I was mad.  We planned on partying in the city tonight, and now I would likely be getting a spanking instead of the drinks and slot machines I had planned on.  “Excuse me young lady! Don’t you dare talk to me like that.  Exactly what I have stated is exactly what will be happening.  Your parents have agreed and that is final”
“Whatever” was the only thing I could think of replying but didn’t, because Susie was faster than I and told Ms. Kane that we looked forward to spend time with our parents.  Ms. Kane wasn’t looking at Susie but only at me “Anything you would like to add Miss Sarah?” I didn’t look at her only shook my head “No Ma’am!”
When our parents finally arrived I think both Susie and I wanted to go hide somewhere, and it didn’t exactly help that both Lyndsy and Amy were playing a comedy behind our parents back, repeating our mothers dramatic entrance sobbing the moment she saw us. As usual Mom would hug us, look at us, then hug again and say the same thing as always “I can’t believe that my two little babies have grown so big, I remember the day I brought you two home from the hospital….” Oh man! I really wanted that drink bad.  I wondered if Lyndsy still had that emergency stash of Jack in her bathroom closet…”Hey Lyndsy, do you have any hairspray I can borrow?” I asked her sarcastically.
Ms. Kane, however seemed quite interested in our parents and started to show them around. “Girls…why don’t you two take your parents luggage to their room please.  I will make sure that your parents feel right at home here” We grabbed their bags and just as we were about to enter the room that was meant for our parents Ms. Kane said “Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell, it must be difficult to tell your girls apart….” And then nothing. We couldn’t hear anything further. I looked at Susie and she looked at me. “Well it doesn’t have to mean anything right?? I mean she has wondered about how our parents could tell the difference…” Susie tried to ease the nervousness that slowly but certainly started to build up inside.
 We spent that evening with our parents.  Ms. Kane was a great hostess.  She even cooked an awesome meal for all of us.  She didn’t know it, but she even shared her wine with us.  The next morning it was time for our parents to leave.  They left pretty much the same way they entered, sobbing and all “Oh my little babies”.
Christmas vacation came and went too quickly.  It was time to get back to lying and sneaking my way through a few more weeks of classes.  Little did I know, the University called on Ms. Kane to assist in a class that I was supposed to be in.  (According to the fake schedule I provided Ms. Kane)  Obviously, I wouldn’t be there. One night at dinner is when I found out.   “Sarah, you weren’t in class today.  Why is that?” asked Ms. Kane.  “Uh…I was in class today….why do you ask?”  I was suddenly very nervous.  She had me in her sights, and wasn’t about to let go.  “Well, I have been asked to assist your professor in one of your classes.  Did you know that I am on staff at UNLV?”  “No, I didn’t know that…uh…which class?”  how will I get out of this mess?  I wondered.   “It is your Communications class.  Why were you not there today?”  “Oh, I was running behind, and didn’t want to walk in late, so I just went to the park and did some studying.”  The blue in her eyes was getting more intense now.  “So, you will be on time tomorrow then, right?”  “Yes, of course.” I said while I tried to remember what class that was.  I am glad Susie saved a copy in her computer.  Now, I just had to figure out how I would make this work.  I knew Susie took this class at a different time, so it would only make sense to have her fill in for me.  Sure, this would work out just fine…This really was too easy.
Susie was good at being me so I wasn’t worried.  She showed up at the right time and participated like she should.  The lesson was very intense and interesting, Ms. Kane liked to get the students to show how to use non-verbal communication, and at some point Susie and this other girl were asked to go up in front of the class and demonstrate “proper listening skills”.  Ms. Kane was moving silently around the two of them, and the other professor who was new at the school was fine with letting Ms. Kane teach the lesson and stayed toward the back of the class to observe.  Everything went smooth, no signs that Ms. Kane would ever discover the truth. When the bell rang Susie felt relaxed and a big smile was about to appear, just until that voice Susie knew so well suddenly said “Sarah could you please stay in class for a minute, I need to ask you something” Susie’s smile was gone and so was the color in her face. “Um yes professor” she managed to somehow get over her lips. 
Susie sat quietly on her chair and watched how Ms. Kane slowly packed all her things. She wasn’t in any hurry and she seemed very relaxed. As soon as the last student had left the room, Ms. Kane looked straight at Susie. “Miss Sarah I would like you to do me a favor…” Susie fidgeted nervously in her chair. “Sure Professor Kane, how can I help you?” Ms. Kane gently let her finger slide over her desk, while she walked past it and towards Susie. “I know that you and Susie are very close, and to be honest I am a bit worried about Susie lately, and I think I need to talk to both of you right now!” Susie was stumped now. What did she mean by that, as if Susie had any problems. “Well I think Susie is attending some class now, so can’t we just talk about it at home?” Ms. Kane smiled slightly, a smile that didn’t exactly make Susie feel comfortable. “Do you want to call her or shall I?” her blue eyes were penetrating and it was as if she could read every thought and every feeling Susie experienced at that moment. “Its okay Ms. Kane I will call her” Susie picked up her cellphone and chose Sarah’s number. “Hi Sis! Umm Ms. Kane needs to talk with both of us. We are in classroom # 125 on the second floor, could you please hurry??” Meanwhile Ms. Kane had gone up to the desk again, sat on her chair and just watched Susie while she talked with Sarah. 
As soon as Susie hung up the phone, Ms. Kane slowly opened the drawer. A second later Susie’s phone was vibrating. 
Susie looked down on the display and saw the name of the last person she expected it to be… Ms. Kane… “You are allowed to answer that phone, who knows maybe its Susie?” ”Umm no its okay, it’s no one….” Ms. Kane raised her eye brows .  ”Answer the phone please!” Susie sighed and pushed the green button that indicated that she accepted the call. 
At that exact same time that she pushed that button, I entered the room.   I looked at Susie and to be honest I had never seen her that pale before.   “Hi Susie, nice that you could join us this fast!  And Sarah, please don’t hang up on that person or should I say that nobody that just called you!” Susie’s right leg was twitching which I knew was a bad sign. Something was up. Ms. Kane got up from her chair and grabbed something from the drawer and moved directly towards me. She reached her hand to me and put a phone in my hand.  “Susie, can you explain how it can be that when I call you,  that its Sarah’s phone that is ringing?” 
“Oh…I guess we might have switched phones this morning,that has happened before!”   Ha! I bet she didn’t think of that explanation! 
“How stupid do you think I am? Did you really believe that the two of you could keep this LIE going on forever? Did you really believe that I wouldn’t find a way to distinguish between you Sarah” With that she gently removed the hair that covered the birthmark that was the only thing I had and Susie didn’t. “And you Miss Susie?” I stood petrified in front of Ms. Kane. I could barely breathe. “You Miss Sarah weren’t even supposed to be in this class.  So after checking with the admissions office, I found that you were not in any classes.  So I am sure you could understand my surprise to see Susie here today.  Susie did you skip a class in order to attend this one portraying to be Sarah?” 
“No Ma’am I don’t have class at this time” 
“I am very disappointed in both of you! Sarah I assume you did go back to get signed up for different classes right?” “Yes Ma’am I really did, but I was one day too late. I’m sorry I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid of going back and not being able to show you anything!” 
“Okay, so do you see me as some kind of person that isn’t capable of understanding that?  Or unwilling to maybe help if I can?” I couldn’t do anything else other than just look confused at Ms. Kane. “What do you think would have happened if you came back and told me  what happened when you tried to sign up for those classes??” Man did I feel stupid now “I don’t know” I handed the phone back to Ms. Kane who took it back “Is it possible that I could have helped you?” I was looking down at my feet “Maybe, I just didn’t want to disappoint you again….” Ms. Kane took a deep breath then turned around and walked towards her desk again.  “Girls! Look at me. I am disappointed, but mostly because  neither of you trusted that I might be able to both understand things and even help you. I will need some time to actually regain trust in the two of you. I care about you but trust is a vital thing! And both of you have violated that” 
I would have given anything to make her stop talking. Her words were worse than any spanking could be. I looked at Susie and she looked just as troubled as I felt. 
“I know that both of you must feel bad right now, because I know that you are two good girls, who got caught up in a lie. You will get a chance to regain trust, but first I want both of you up here pants and panties down facing the board”  “But Ms. Kane, what about Professor Adams?, surely you cannot do this in front of her”.  “Ah yes, thank you for reminding me.  Ms. Adams, would you mind helping me here?  It seems appropriate that you take one and I will take the other.  Here is a paddle for you to use on Susie, and I will use this strap on Sarah.  I believe 30 is a good number to start with. Ladies, do not move from your position at all.  I certainly hope the both of you learn a very valuable lesson, do you know what lesson that is?”  Susie and I stuttered an answered out, but didn’t make out any real words.  “The lesson young ladies, is that you will never be able to get anything over on me.  It will do you good to just accept this.  I will always know, and you will always be held accountable as long as you are in my care.  Now, Ms. Adams…shall we teach this lesson to these girls?” and with that, we got spanked right there in the classroom, and again when we got home, and again on Sunday, and on top of that we were grounded, and until the next semester started, I would be doing chores all day.  I signed up for classes as soon as I had the first opportunity.  Lesson learned Ms. Kane, lesson learned.

 
 
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What I Did at the Party, by Dana Kane


Readers,

I feel a bit like a kid, reporting on all the things that happened during my first Boardwalk Badness Weekend, because no self-respecting adult should be allowed to have that much fun. 

Plain and simple, the party was excellent.

As many of you know, large social gatherings usually make me a little squicky, and the lead-up to this one was no different. I felt a bit of ‘what have I gotten myself into’ in the days before – just the idea of so many people all together in one place seemed a little daunting, and I had the usual cases of not-knowing-what-to-wear-and-pack along with a bit of when-did-my-pores-get-so-big-??, and even a dash of ohholyshit.

I spent most of Thursday in transit, which was the usual cross-continental nightmare which one would expect. Delayed out of Las Vegas; delayed layover out of Chicago, where there had apparently been an absolute deluge of rain; and finally, after arriving in Philadelphia and meeting up with Angel and her genuinely amazing roommate (who was kind enough to pick me up at the airport and drive us all the way to the party), an hour-long ride followed by the most bizarre hotel check-in process in the history of ever ever. Ever.
Angel and I got a relatively good night’s sleep in anticipation for the weekend, and were up bright and early on Friday morning. Well, early…but not so bright:

Welcome to beautiful Atlantic City.
This was the view from my balcony – on the 27th floor of the Skyline Tower! Visibility was practically zero and, at that height anyway, the wind was blowing furiously. So much for seeing the ocean..
 
The morning was saved by the arrival of Pandora Blake, whose happy smile immediately put both Angel and I in the mood for some spanking fun. Well, maybe I’m lying a bit. Angel wasn’t really looking forward to it at all, because we’d planned to do a double mouthsoaping scene, where both she and Pandora would hold bars of soap in their mouths while being spanked.
Without giving it all away, I will tell you that the scene was fantastic – and that those two ladies posed side-by-side was one of the loveliest things I’ve seen in quite some time. (I’ll be posting some photos soon as I get the footage off my camera!)
 
After spending a nice little while visiting with Pandora, we spent a few relaxing hours before the evening festivities were to begin. And it’s a good thing, too, because the short walk from our hotel to the party venue was like starring in the movie Twister. Leaning nearly 45degrees into the oncoming wind, Angel and I tottered toward the boardwalk in various states of Seriously Underdressed and Pornographically Windblown. We had to stop off in the lobby ladies room and figure out which direction our hair was supposed to be facing before heading up to the party.
 
Walking into the main ballroom was – honestly – nearly overwhelming. Remember, this is my first time at a party of this size, and the place wasn’t even that full yet…but I was a little ball of spanko nerves!
The place was enormous, with dozens of tables in the center and the vendor fair tables set up all ’round. We bumped nearly immediately into Sarah Gregory, looking precious as always. Within just a few minutes, Sarah introduced me to THE Dana Specht. That’s right, dammit, I finally got to meet and shake hands with her and was so excited-slash-nervous that I felt, again, like a kid. For those of you not lucky enough to already know this, Dana is just about the kindest and most genuine person you can possibly imagine – just as I’d heard from so many others. This was definitely a highlight.
 
From there, the night seemed to spiral from one awesome conversation to another. I didn’t even take my jacket off for the first two hours, nor did we manage to sit down until nearly eleven pm. So many people I’ve corresponded with for months, even years, were there, and I couldn’t wait to see every one of them. Miss Lisa and Mr Rob, Ms Lydia, Bad Sherri, Leia Ann Woods, Cassandra Park, Richard Windsor (another !! moment!!), Benman, BradD, and numerous others whose FetLife pseudonyms I can’t remember offhand were folks I finally got to actually meet in Real Life; I also had the happy pleasure of catching up with precious Alex Reynolds, Pandora, Sky Summers (whose boyfriend proposed onstage – so sweet!), Sarah, sweet Ten Amorette, and lots of other friends made in the last few wonderful years.
 
Not forgetting that this was, indeed, a spanking party (and knowing that she’d pout relentlessly if I didn’t), I perched Angel over the spanking bench in the center of the little square of private play areas and had an excellent time spanking her semi-publicly for a few minutes. (On a side note, she looked so fabulous on that bench that I must now have one…immediately.)
 
I stayed up well past my bedtime, as we didn’t get rain-blown back to our suite until around 11:30 pm (no suite parties for this sleepy girl), and fell into be thoroughly satisfied.
 
Saturday morning was equally foggy, so again the excellent view was lost to the clouds, but Saturday afternoon brought the Bad Boys Punished event in the main ballroom, and I COULD NOT WAIT to get there! My only criticism of this event is that it did not last three or four hours – I had so much fun, pulling ranks of naughty boys across my lap. Wow. It’s like speed dating for spankos! 
 
I heard that the Uniformed Male Tops event was also particularly enjoyable, and I’m sorry that I missed the opportunity to see well-dressed male tops taking care of dozens of happy spanko gals.
 
We took a short break between the Bad Boys event and dinner, and arrived back at the party at 8pm. The place was already packed, and everyone was dressed to the nines. There was a Hollywood theme for the evening, and folks chose to dress in everything from old Hollywood to action movie character costumes. 
Angel and I also both got our first looks at the famous SSNY What Would You Do videos, and we both laughed nearly continuously.
There was also an amazing skit, featuring several of the SSNY family, that was truly hilarious and inspired.
 
It’s obvious that Mike Tanner, Jules, Miranda, and the rest of the SSNY organizers put a lot of heart and a whole bunch of sweat into this affair. Their enthusiasm was totally infectious, and I was pleased to finally have a moment to meet the very busy Coach Tanner toward the end of the evening. He’s just as friendly and gracious as I expected, and I’m hoping to have the chance to actually meet Jules and Miranda next time – they have to be the busiest women on the Eastern Seafront during the course of the party, and I never had the chance to run them down without interrupting. Also spotted across the room: Miss Chris. I am in awe of this lady, and had the chance to meet her briefly in Chicago last summer – hopefully I’ll have the chance to shake her hand again soon.
 
I did hand out quite a few voting-booth spankings on Saturday night – though not nearly as many as I’d have liked (you know who you are), and Angel and I dragged our tired selves back to our hotel a little after midnight. Of course, I had to spank her before either one of us could be expected to sleep, so we didn’t actually make it to bed until around 3am. 
 
Sunday morning, we had to be up and out relatively early, but woke up to (finally) this:
 
Better late than never.
Next year? Oh, hell yeah!
 
                                                               – Dana
 
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‘Detention Served, at Long Last’ : great School Daze fiction

I’m sure you’ll be properly pleased with this entry to the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest. Poor Dan finds out that it’s never too late for a spanking, in : 

 

  “ DETENTION SERVED….AT LONG LAST!”
                                               

 

                                      
 Dan was pushing his cart at the local supermarket when he spied an attractive looking mature woman bending over to select an item from the lower shelf at the health and beauty isle. As he was admiring her nice round butt that was clad in a tight leather skirt he noticed something very familiar. Moving closer he saw her face and immediately recognized her from his days at St. Mary’s High School. About ten years older than Dan, she was or used to be Sister Constance the Prefect of Discipline for the school. Inching even closer to get a better look Dan’s eyes suddenly locked with hers and he nervously asked if she was in fact Sister Constance from his old High School. The attractive looking woman smiled and confidently asserted yes and that she left the convent years ago and is now a Psychology Professor at the City College , her name is Connie Smith, and that she still  doles out discipline to those in need though not as often as she used to. Connie then point bank posed the question to Dan. “I caught you staring at my butt a few moments ago didn’t’ I”? Embarrassed by the question and who may be overhearing this conversation Dan sheepishly looked down and admitted that yes in fact he was.” I knew it” Connie replied and asked “Have you ever served in any of my Detention Sessions back in High School”? He admitted he had not and went on to say that he certainly did things that would have warranted Detention, he was one of those students who always got away doing things without consequences. “Until now”, she said. ‘Do you think it’s o.k. to stare at a lady’s butt while she shops at the supermarket”? Afraid of getting into a confrontation that others may notice Dan quietly confessed that it wasn’t and that he was sorry. Connie then proceeded to tell Dan that if he truly was sorry he would agree to pay a visit to her house to receive “something that we both know you have had coming for a very long time”. Looking down, Dan said alright Connie” I will do just that”. ”You will address me as Ms. Smith from now on” Connie said and gave Dan the address and the warning to be there on time at 11:00 a.m. the following Saturday. He left this stunningly attractive woman and the supermarket with a whirlwind of thoughts running through his head as to what just had transpired. He would find out soon enough as Saturday was only two days away.

 

That Saturday morning Dan’s head was spinning with thoughts of whether or not to accept his invitation not knowing what really to expect. On one hand he was both excited and curious because Connie was very attractive and, perhaps he reasoned could charm his way through any thoughts of serious punishments she may have in mind. And maybe she would be taken in by his charm and wit and be even seduced by him. On the other hand, maybe Connie was some crazy man hating beast of a woman who would punish him unmercifully and scar him for life. He knew he was in for some sort of discipline session and was quite intrigued by the thought of it all. So Dan decided to go through with it. After all, how bad could it be? As he rang the front door bell he was about to find out.
Dan was greeted by a cheerful looking young lady who introduced herself as Tina, a student of Ms. Smith’s from City College and part time housekeeper. Tina showed Dan in and almost gleefully said to him that “Ms. Smith was expecting him” and asked him to remove his shoes upon entering the house.
Dan was given a short form to sign and requested to provide his driver license
To be photo copied. He was a little reluctant to do so but Tina assured him that the form was just a simple waiver/agreement of sorts that all visitors to Ms. Smith are required to sign, basically that they are in agreement as to the business at hand. No big deal. Dan’s thoughts were at that point too focused in anticipation of what was to transpire that he signed ,took a deep breath and followed Tina into the Study where Ms. Smith was seated behind a desk and waiting for him.

 

Ms. Smith rose to her feet and greeted him with a slight smile with the welcoming words “ I am so glad you could make your appointment this morning” and added that “we both know why you are here and that this Detention Session is long overdue”. Those last words spoken both sternly and assertively by the woman who was smartly dressed in a long black skirt and white blouse, Ms. Smith noted that the signed paperwork had been placed in a file and that his Detention session can begin. Dan was directed to one of the three classroom style desks that were in the room and told to sit down ,straight up with hands folded and look ahead towards the chalk board and not move until she returned. He was surprised to notice another person a woman, about his age, occupying one of the other desks with pen and paper in hand writing feverishly what he assumed were some sort of punishment lines. Dan sat looking straight ahead as instructed. After a while he glanced at the woman seated next to him and noticed that while she was still writing he couldn’t help but see that while constantly shifting in her seat, the evidence of a rather brutal spanking was exposed. Dan could see that she was rather uncomfortable and that her rather ample backside was a deep crimson red with a tinge of blue from bruising. She was wearing a pair of thong panties something he hadn’t noticed when he first saw her. Dan whispered hello. She whispered back saying her name was Linda and if he were smart he would leave while he can. Linda stated that she had been there since around 8:00 am and was almost done with her writing assignment. Linda sighed and said ”well we both are here for reasons known to us and that we deserve what we have coming” adding that even though “we don’t like the consequences we face ,we’ll be back again for more of the same”.
Dan sharply said,” no way to that, I’ll never be back”.  Linda just gave him a knowing glance,smiled and said ”oh, but you will’ and continued writing all the while as she was shifting in her seat. Dan wondered what she meant by that as he continued to sit for what was now a whole hour at the very least. He took special notice of what lay upon the desk at the front of the room. There he could see an assortment of implements that no doubt would be used for his upcoming corporal punishment. A couple of paddles ,a bath brush, cane, and what looked like a bunch of twigs soaking in a water bucket in the corner of the room. Is this all for show or does Ms. Smith intend to use them all he thought?
He was about to find out.

 

Ms. Smith suddenly entered the room and walked up to where Dan was sitting.
She started out” Sooo,you like to watch unsuspecting women bending over and stare at their backsides”? Well?” Umm, yes ma’am” he stammered. And she added” you often got away with doing bad things way back in High School’? “yes” he said very quietly looking down away from her. SMACK!! She slapped him hard across the face! “I didn’t hear you” she exclaimed. “Yes ma’am’ Dan replied reeling from that unexpected slap across his face. “That’s better’ Ms. Smith said adding “ Linda here will get a nice view of your backside while I spank you and am quite sure she enjoy watching although I doubt she will admit to it”. The tone of her voice certainly made him nervous but at the same time he was anxious to get this whole Detention business started and the sooner it does, the sooner he could get out of there and never look back. “Drop your pants and come here” she said. Ms. Smith took a seat on her chair behind the desk and beckoned him to come lay across her lap. Once in proper place she began spanking his behind with her gloved hand. SLAP!!SLAP!,SLAP! Her hand alternating from each cheek of his bottom and with each slap the reality of the situation was beginning to sink into Dan that he in fact was going to be punished, and effectively so. SLAP!SLAP!,SLAP! SLAP! Her hand continued to assault his backside which began to turn a light shade of pink. Face down over her knee staring at the floor and her black high heeled shoes Dan was determined to take whatever Ms. Smith dished out with not so much as a whimper.  After about five minutes with her gloved hand he was beginning to think that this wasn’t so bad at all and that it would be over soon. Ms. Smith stopped spanking him for the moment, adjusted herself and Dan into position again and… SMACK! “Ohhh….this is a different sensation” Dan thought. SMACK !!SMACK !SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The sharp sting of the small lexan paddle was something he never experienced. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Oh God, this really hurts he quietly said to himself, still determined not to give in and beg for her to stop. “Did I hear you say something”? Ms. Smith asked? ”No Ma’am” he answered while biting his lip as that paddle rained down on his tender backside again and again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He could see from the corner of his eye that Linda who was sitting in the seat not too far away stopped her writing and was watching intently as Dan was getting what she got earlier. He could swear that she had a look of glee on her face. Well, “misery loves company as they say” he surmised. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Hold still”! Ms. Smith called out to Dan. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! That paddle really stung! Suddenly she stopped. Dan was grateful because he thought his punishment was over.

 

“Stand up. Pull down those undies ,and get back across my lap” Ms Smith ordered. “Now that we completed a proper “warm up” we can begin your punishment in earnest she coolly remarked. “A proper spanking is always administered on the bare bottom. Do you understand young man”? “Warm up? What does she mean by warm up”? Dan thought it was over but now frightfully realized his punishment only had begun!” What have I got myself into”? He thought. Bare bottomed faced down over her knee he felt the first blow of Ms. Smith’s dreaded wooden spencer paddle. Crack! The paddle landed on his left cheek. Crack! On the left, Crack !Back to the right. “Owwww”..Dan murmmured  to himself. The spencer paddle with it’s little holes was really making an impression not only on his bare bottom but on his psyche. She now go into a rhythm ,alternating side to side and now and then varying the force of each blow. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Went that wicked spencer paddle!
The tiny holes allowed for less air resistance as it rained down on Dan’s squirming buttocks. ‘Owwww,Owwww,Owwww” Linda who was still diligently watching could hear him say. Tiny blisters began to appear wherever that paddle landed.”Hold still I said” demanded Ms. Smith as she expertly applied that paddle to Dan’s now very red posterior. “Ouch!,this really hurts” Dan blurted out. “Be quiet ,and hold still. It’s supposed to hurt, you are getting what you deserve and have had it a long time in coming” said Ms. Smith. She knew how to work that paddle to achieve maximum discomfort continuing to alternate left, right, up ,down ,center of his stinging and squirming behind. Dan’s arse was on fire and both he and Ms. Smith knew it! CRACK! ,Owwww! ,CRACK!,Owwww! ,CRACK!,Owwwww, it continued  for what seemed like an eternity till finally she stopped. He was ordered to stand up and go over to the front desk and wait for her while she excused herself from the room to speak with her housemaid Tina. “No talking you two” she warned both Dan and Linda who continued writing her punishment lines at her desk. Dan meanwhile wasn’t in the mood to have a conversation as he continued to rub his very sore butt. It sure hurt like hell but he was still determined not to give in and give Ms. Smith the satisfaction of seeing him shed a tear. The paddling really hurt but somehow provided a numbing effect even though he could feel that his rear was swollen from all that spanking and could feel those little blisters generated by the spencer paddle. “At least you don’t have to write stupid lines” Linda said to Dan. “I would much rather sit and write than go through with what I just did. That damned spencer paddle certainly put a fire in my butt” Dan told her. Linda stated that she too got much of the same and that she has the marks and bruises to prove it. She turned around in her seat to show him. “Oh yes, I can see you are very red back there. How does it feel’? he asked.” Hurts like hell” Linda replied, and added “it doesn’t help that I’ve been sitting on this hard wooden chair for the last couple of hours’!

 

The door to the room suddenly opened and Ms. Smith said she overheard the both them talking ,something she warned them against. “Did I or did I not say that you two were not to talk”? “Well?” Ms. Smith demanded. Both Linda and Dan whispered yes knowing full well of certain consequences. “Very well” Ms. Smith said with a tone of disgust. “Bend over this front desk” she instructed Dan. Grabbing the long handled wooden bath brush she began assaulting Dan’s already battered and bruised backside. WHUP!” Ohhhh” said Dan,WHUP! ”Eowwww” ,he continued. WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! “Ouch!, Owwww! ,Ouch”! WHUP! “Oooohhhh”. It continued. Ms. Smith applied that bath brush precisely and effectively. With each “WHUP” as the bath brush landed it produced a deep penetrating pain with a crashing thud. Because the back of the brush was somewhat small it seemed all the energy  from Ms. Smith’s wielding arm  was concentrated into what seemed to Dan as a white hot fireball landing and burning into his raw tush with each blow. WHUP! WHUP!WHUP! All Dan could think of is how deep the pain was and was wondering when he was ever going to sit comfortably again. She applied the bath brush to every square inch of his blistered backside, not sparing any area and making sure that this particular justice was evenly dispersed. “Hold still!” she scolded him as he was shifting from one leg to the other in a futile attempt to avoid the blows. WHUP! WHUP! “Owwwwwwww”,Owwwwwwwww” he moaned quietly. “Brace yourself for these last ten” Ms. Smith advised Dan. Without warning she began a volley of very rapid spanks with the bath brush WHUP! WHUP!WHUP!WHUP!WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP !”Oh my god, oh my god ,owwwwwww, owwwwwww” he said. A tear began to flow from his eye but he was quick to conceal it from her, biting his lip all through the ordeal of those last ten spanks. “All right, go sit down in your seat” Ms. Smith told him. This was going to be a problem he thought as the pain from that bout with bath brush was deep and left his butt extremely sore and throbbing. But he knew better than to not follow directions and slowly and gingerly sat down on the cool wooden desk seat. For a second the coolness of the wooden seat felt good but soon his discomfort was evident. Shifting in his seat didn’t help and only seemed to make matters worse. “God, this hurts” he mumbled to himself. “ Sit up straight and face the front of the room” Ms. Smith told him.” And sit still! she said. He did as told all the while squirming in his seat to try and get comfortable.

 

Ms. Smith then turned her attention to Linda who was seated at the next desk over. “Have you completed your writing assignment”? she asked. “Yes ma’am” came her weak reply. “Step up here and bend over this desk “Ms. Smith said. Linda was somewhat relieved to escape that awfully hard chair that made her sore red behind ache both from sitting so long and from the spanking she had in fact received earlier. Her hand also hurt from all that writing but nowhere near the pain she was about to feel. As Linda was bending over the desk she caught glimpse of Ms. Smith reaching into the bucket that was close by and saw her pull out a bunch of loosely bound twigs or branches. “Oh no, not a birching”! pleaded Linda as she prepared herself as best she could. “Pull down those thong panties young lady” Ms. Smith ordered. “Pleaaase let me keep them on Ms. Smith” Linda pleaded. To that Ms. Smith replied ”no need to be embarrassed and besides, your bare rump being exposed to the world is the least of your worries ,trust me it will be the last thing on your mind during the next few minutes”.  Linda shuddered upon hearing those words and braced herself for what surely would be a thorough thrashing. SWOOSH! The tied up bunch of birch twigs whistled through the air and crashed on the prone woman’s ample derriere with a snapping sound. Linda lurched forward after the first swat landed. “Owwwwww.’she howled! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!SWOOSH!SWOOSH! went the bundle of twigs.” Yeowwwwww,owwwwww” Linda screamed. It was like a thousand bees have landed and began stinging that already tender fanny of hers.”Ohhhh my!, Owwwwww.oooooooooo she yelled as the unforgiving birch rods worked their magic. Ms. Smith was right in that the only thing Linda could concentrate on was that acute sting and pain that was engulfing her already bruised blistered rump. “Ohhhhhhhh, please stop” she begged, only to feel the wrath of the bundle branches again and again. The last half dozen blows were the harshest and when Ms. Smith finished Linda stood straight up and hopped around the room sobbing ,rubbing her butt feverishly in what could be best described as some sort of spanking dance! “I think you got the message” Ms. Smith laughed as she admired her handiwork. “Now go sit down and keep quiet” she told Linda. Linda returned to her seat and sat down as lightly as she could and continued to whimper quietly to herself amazed at the beating she just endured. “Oh Gawd,this really stings” she repeatedly said between sobs.

 

Dan was anticipating what he figured was his turn with the birch twigs when Ms. Smith walked up to him and handed a pencil and paper.  Looking down at him she said” you admitted that you always got away with things that would have gotten you in trouble back in High School therefore, I want you to list 10 such infractions on this sheet of paper”. With that she turned and went back to her desk and began correcting papers from her College Class students. Dan was relieved that unlike Linda he wasn’t required to write lengthy punishment lines and sensed that his ordeal was almost over. Those birch twigs still loomed menacingly he thought. So he quickly jotted down ten things that would have landed him in Detention back in High School. Things such as pulling the fire alarm, starting a food fight, plugging the bathroom sinks, etc. etc. After awhile Ms. Smith stopped correcting papers looked up and saw Dan was no longer writing and beckoned him to the front of the room. He walked up and stood in front of her desk, his bottom still throbbing from his encounter with the bath brush. “Let me see your list” Ms. Smith said. She studied it without comment, smiled and finally remarked ”I see, very well ,you will be punished with one stroke of the cane for each of the ten infractions you have listed”.” But Ms. Smith he stammered”. “Quiet or I will double the strokes to twenty” she told him. “Now get into position’! Dan positioned himself over her desk in such a way that his buttocks were fully exposed and vulnerable to the onslaught of Ms. Smith’s rattan cane. The cane was long and about 1/4” thick and Dan was sure that this was going to be worse than the birch rods. Before he knew it he vaguely heard the swish of the cane when it suddenly landed squarely and precisely in the center of his prone buttocks. He let out a yelp as the force of the blow reverberated from the point of impact and traveled throughout his body forcing him to lurch somewhat forward. “Stay still” she admonished him. Before he could comprehend the words she was saying he was rudely jolted by the penetrating blow of another cut of the cane. “Yeaowwwww”..he moaned as Ms. Smith struck again in the exact same spot as the first. This time it felt like a searing streak of fire had coursed through his bottom. “Oh my god, owwww,owwww,” he said. No matter how hard he tried he could not escape the heat of the swishing cane as she expertly applied it to the other sections of his bum. SWISH! SPLAT!! SWISH! SPLAT!! SWISH! SPLAT!! “Owwwwwwww…,Ooohhhhhhhh”! Dan exclaimed. He was now clenching his teeth and tears began to well up in his eyes and he could now make out the image of that housemaid/student Tina standing at the door of the room with what he thought might be a camera. SWISH! SPLAT!! Came another strike of the cane! “oooohhhhhhh god” he cried. The blistering heat was almost too much to bear. With his arse afire and his head reeling Dan could barely hear Ms. Smith announce the coming of the last stroke.”Take a deep breath for number ten” she announced. SWISHHHH! SPLAATTTT!!!! The final stroke from that awful rataan cane came crashing down and cut right through his soul causing Dan to begin to sob uncontrollably. He started to hop up and down rubbing that scorched bottom of his and performing his own  rendition of the spanking dance that he previously witnessed being done by Linda. Knowing that she finally had broken him, Ms. Smith displayed a smile of complete satisfaction knowing that justice was delivered and Detention finally served to Dan at long last! She collected her papers and slowly cooed that she “would expect to see him in three weeks at the same time” then left the room.

 

Tina stood there and instructed him to compose himself ,get dressed and handed him his driver’s license which she had photo copied earlier. His bottom still a mass of molten flesh, he asked the young housemaid what Ms. Smith meant by telling him she expected a return visit in three weeks. Tina just grinned and simply said” All those who enter here always return unless they want the world to know what takes place in this special setting. You did sign that waiver/agreement when you arrived. During your time here I ran a background check on you and now Ms. Smith knows where you live ,work etc. Perhaps you should have read the fine print! You will be back I am sure of it” she chuckled. ”Isn’t that right Linda”? she asked. Linda just looked down and sheepishly nodded yes. At that point Dan knew he had been had. “See you both in three weeks”! Tina said as she exited the room.

 

Three weeks later that Saturday morning Dan was debating what he should do. Over and over he thought what if and what not? He knew what he had to do. He arrived at the appointed time and was greeted by the cheerful young Housemaid/Student Tina and was led into the house……….

 

                                                       The end
 
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‘A Well-Deserved Thrashing’ : More fun School Daze spanking!

Readers,

Here is yet another example of the excellent minds at work on March’s ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest. Enjoy LOTS of hard F/F spanking in this one!

–  Dana

A Well-Deserved Thrashing
 

 

The halls were empty, all the students had gone, and most of the staff had also departed. My friend, and fellow colleague Alicia Burnstone, wanted to talk about something alone. She told me to meet her, at exactly five P.M. I was to meet her in her homeroom, which was on the other side of the school. Ms. Bridgemont’s all girl school for troubled young ladies. I have heard about it from a mutual friend of ours, a fully accredited college where old fashioned methods of correction and discipline were still carried out. Spankings were the common penalty, and could be administered on the spot a young lady committed an offense. This led to many loud and squawking girls, catering around bare red bottoms for the remainder of the day. Oh that was the other thing about the school, if you got a spanking, your skirt and panties were confiscated, and you had to go the rest of the day like that.
I did not mind though, to see such round and luscious bottoms, painted red and some nicely decorated with ribbons of welts, and dollops of bruises. I did enjoy spanking some of these rude obnoxious brats, I always strived for tears, and did not truly start to spank until the tears were flowing. The wing were Alicia teaches is up ahead, I am truly puzzled, I have no idea what she wants to discuss.
I entered the wing, and began to walk the empty halls. My heels clicked off the polished floors, as I walked to the last room of the hall. I checked my watch, it was five minutes to five. Alicia was such a stickler about being on time, I was more lackadaisical about things, she could be such a terrible pain about things. She was always going around, and seeing that everything ran smoothly and without blips. I consider the woman my best friend, but sometimes I feel like spanking her like crazy.
I entered the room, and closed the door. Alicia was waiting, she was seated in a chair that had been put in front of her desk. A school uniform sat on the desk, it was still in the plastic wraps they came in, and as I approached Alicia seemed to be glaring at me.
“Hey Alicia, well I’m here. So what is it you want to talk about?” I asked here, usually she would have stood and embraced me, maybe crack a joke or something. But instead a cold stare was upon me, I know Alicia is miss perfection and somewhat uptight, but her stare was binding me to the spot.
“Hello Olivia, I’m glad you came, on time. Take a seat young lady, we have important things to discuss.” She said in a cold tone, stretching out the material of her skirt over her stockings. Young lady I thought, you are only three years older than I, how can you say that with a straight face. I decided to not say anything, but sat in a desk adjacent from where she sat. I had not noticed at first something wrapped in thick tape, it was a long object, and was next to the uniform. Alicia reached back, and took the taped object. She handed it to me. “Go on Olivia, open it, consider this a present from one friend to another.” She said. Her voice was pleasant, and the Alicia smile I knew lined her face, but there was something lurking in the background of her tone that unsettled me.
Taking the item, I began to tug on the tape, and soon had it uncovered. My face felt like it was going to melt off my body. My skin felt cold and tight. In my lap was the missing gilded flag. Encrusted with real gold, and beautifully made with silk it was the hallmark of the school, and had belonged to the original founder. The reason I felt so petrified, was I was the one that had attempted  to take it, and when I was about to be caught I planted it in a random girls locker.
“You look like you are going to be ill Olivia. Why the shell-shocked look? I had to punish severely today, the girl that would dare try to take the emblematic symbol of this honored institution . Of course throughout the long and hard spanking, she kept between tears proclaiming her innocence, and saying it was not her. Anything you would like to say Olivia?” She asked, as I fidgeted in my seat, and tried to quell the screaming panic rising  within me.
“L-like what?” I asked, my voice cracking as I tried to maintain a semblance of self control. She sighs, a sigh that I have heard her utter from the unruly and at times rebellious antics of one of her students. “Like that fact, that you framed Dana Smithson in the theft of it. You told us that you saw her carrying something suspicious, and she put it in her locker. That poor thing’s bottom was turned into a mess because of you. Do you realize the graveness of what has occurred? If I report this to the headmistress, you will not only lose your job, but be arrested by the authorities. And even if you manage to get only a slap on the wrist, your teaching career will be in a state of ruin beyond repair. That is why I am offering a choice brat, accept all conditions of this offer, and obey me to the letter, or I will open up the floodgates to many unfortunate events that will ruin you.”
Her words are like a sledgehammer to my face. My mind it feels as if a block of ice has covered it in a perpetual freeze. Jail? Fired? Not to mention the shame my family, this school, and everyone would have to be subjected to. “Ok, I will comply with what you say Alicia. Teaching is my passion, and I cannot go away to jail. So what is the option?” I ask sadly, my world now in a grey void of vacuity. Alicia grabs the parcel of clothes and hands it to me. “You have acted like a lying, deceitful, disgraceful little girl. You will be treated as such. You will change into the official school uniform, and you will be severely spanked by me, in front of the girl you tried to get in so much trouble.” She said with a hint of a smile on the edges of her mouth.
I felt horrified, by mouth hung open agape, and I clutched the clothes to my body and just stood there like someone petrified in front of a large group of people. “Please Alicia, not that. I know I deserve to be spanked, and I will accept one, but not in front of one of our students.” I pleaded, giving her my most innocuous look of sincerity. Alicia remained stone faced, she wagged her finger back and forth, and narrowed her eyes. “No that is not good enough Olivia. You have disgraced our profession, and need to be disciplined and humiliated. Getting your bare bottom spanked with a witness will be worth it to you in the long run. Now get changed, and then get your bottom back here at once.
I lowered my head, and submitted to her words. It slunk out the door, I felt tears already rushing to my eyes, I needed the money I thought, I knew that was not a viable reason, but in times of despeartion people forsake logic and reasoning. I quickly changed into the blouse and skirt, a skirt that let about a third of my bottom hang out. I am going to be so sorry I thought as I trudged slowly back to the room where Alicia was.
Dana was in the room now, her smile and delight at my perdicament was so obvious as I slowly walked back to Alicias right side. “Good we now have all persons required for this lesson. Let’s not waste anytime, over my lap at once young lady, and lets start your well deserved spanking. And from this point on, I want you to adress me as either Ms. Burnstone, or Ma’am am I clear?” She asked as lowered my doomed self over her thighs. “Yes Ma’am.” I said softly as her hand began to slap my skirt covered bottom. She carried on with these mild soft slaps, covering a good range of my cheeks. After about three minutes or so, she slowly raised my skirt up. “I see your bottom is even chubby that I remember it being. Maybe your principles and values are not the only things you decided to abscond from.” She said in an evil tone, her fingers pinching my cheeks. I bit my lower lip, and cringed. I hated the official announcement of the large size of my bottom. Yes I know it’s big, you don’t have to state the dreadfully obvious.
Her hand was hard, but not the hardest I felt, as the spanks began to warm up the white bottom underneath even more. Dana sat, and grinned obnoxiously, she clasped her hand over her mouth, as she giggled at my just deserts.
“She sure does have a big bottom Miss Burnstone. Maybe you should  spank away some of the wobbliness of that fat bottom of hers” The horrid brat remarked, as Alicia spanked on. Alicia smiled at the stinging remarks, and rubbed her hand over my cheeks” She is right there, you have quite a lot of bottom here. And now I think it is time for you to get your panties pulled down, and spanked on your big bare bottom.”
I wanted to curse at them both, stop saying I have a big bottom! I thought, as my panties were pulled down past my knees. “There we go down and out of the way. I must say Olivia, you do not get spanked as often as you need. Your bottom colors up quickly, and at this rate will be black and blue by the time we are finished.” She said, as her hand swept over the rounded hills of my inflamed flesh. My bottom was getting hot, and I tried to not let it appear I was in discomfort, but the overwhelming heat was starting to get me to writhe about some.
She continued on, scolding me about the proper decorum a teacher ought to have, and how shameful it was to be a thief and a liar. After about another five minutes she stopped, and to my surprise let me up. “Now young lady, I think some corner time before we move on to the serious stuff. Stand over there, hands at your side, and your red bottom for our viewing pleasure.” She pointied, and I gave a little whimper, as I walked over to, and stood, feeling like I was six years old again. My bottom was bare, and my friend and our student were enjoying the sight of it. I stood there, and cursed myself for ever wanting to pocket the stupid flag in the first place.
I stood there, half naked for over thirty minutes, as Alicia and Dana commented on how red my bottom was, about how much more vibrant it was to become, and other things that was making my other cheeks turn red. “Alright young lady, I think it is time to move on to part two of this four part series of your discipline.” She said as she took a hairbrush, and a small red leather strap from the top drawer in her desk. I gasped, four parts?! I thought this was going to be simple, not totally bottom annihilating. I was crying now, the tears ran sadly down my trembling cheeks as I took my spot back over her lap.
The small strap was so wicked, its snarling bite embedded small fragments of pain again and again across the weeping surface of my bottom. I began to sob and kick, my legs rising high into the air in a futile attempt to alleviate some of the intense pain. Dana was staring right into my eyes, she was sitting in a chair that was positioned right next to my face. As I sobbed, I would look into her enthusiastic smile, as my bottom burned worse ad worse. She would give fake expressions of sympathy, and would lip mocking words, Alicia carried on burning my entire bottom with both strap and hairbrush.
Finally this part was over, I stood up swiftly, hoping to get a quick rub of my cheeks in, before I would have to have yet another dose of the corner. This time I was standing there for over forty minutes, as Alicia and Dana talked about her future plans after the school, and her home life.
My bottom hurt so much, my face was dried with tears, as I stood there and dreaded the rest of my ongoing spanking. Alicia finally beckoned me back over, and told me to face her, with my hands on my head. “Well young lady, I believe you are learning quite a good lesson. Now, would you Dana like to give her a spanking?” She asked. I wanted to destroy everything at moment. That rotten little brat, who got sent here instead of being going to jail for possession of drugs, and several driving under the influences infractions, was now being giving the opportunity to spank my bottom. “Please Ms Burnstone, not by one of our students. Please, I am learning my lesson. I don’t need to be spanked on my bottom by that brat.” I said, my voice raising with desperation. Dana looked so happy, she rubbed her hands together, and gave me her meanest smile yet.
“Oh yes Ma’am, I would love to spank her nice big bottom really hard. The only thing that needs to happen is that she needs to completely undress.” I began sobbing again, the thought of having to strip naked, and going over a girl that has tested me since she arrived was too much for me to handle. I lowered my head, and began to strip. In a few moments, my clothes lay on the floor, as that brat took her seat so smugly. “Now young lady, get that big bottom over my lap, it needs to be burned by me now.”
She put her left arm along my leg, and started slapping my bottom hard, and fast with her hand. Her hand was very soft compared to Alicia’s, a feather lashing my cheeks instead of the stone hand of Alicia’s. But after being spanked for so long, it was not long till my tears were flowing fast and hard again. “You are a very naughty, mean little girl. My poor bottom has bruises on it because of you. Miss Burnstone blistered me, when she should of just spanked you instead. I will tear your bottom up for that young lady.” She said, the glee so imbibed in her voice, that I thought her words would drown in it.
After about five minutes, she started with the brush, the smacks covering ravenously the miserable swollen cresses of my aching behind. My bottom, oh sweet mercy my bottom is going to be marked for days and days, as the brush continued its loquacious soliloquy with my bottom. I was in a full bawl mood, as now the strap sailed down on my bottom again, and again. Finally she was done, she ran her hand over my swollen marked bottom, she gave my flesh several pinches, focusing on the bits that were marked the most. “Well young lady, that is a nice swollen bottom you have there. Now get your big bottom in the corner, so me and Miss Burnstone can enjoy it.” I walked over, and stood my body still wracking with sobs from the intensity of the spanking at that point.
“My that bottom really is coming along. We only have one more part go Olivia, you are not doing to bad, considering that you have been getting spanked for about a total of little more than an hour so far. Now in the corner for, oh lets say one full hour this time.” her words were so calm, the same machinations that ran her tidy on time, always ordered life were presented in the artful way of my hard spanking. They talked about something, I am not too sure, I was only focused on the wrath squirming over my bottom. The pain was so bad, the worst I had felt in awhile. I knew that I did deserve this, and the tone of Alicia’s voice indicated that she was not doing this for her own salacious glee. Their voices were a constant drone in my head, as I focused never doing anything this stupid again.
Finally after having my bottom on show for the hour, Alicia stood up. She retrieved something from her desk, and sat herself down. Dana looked onward, that brat was loving this so much. You will get yours brat, I will bust your bottom the first instant I can, you will be begging for me to stop. I thought as I stood next to Alicia’s right side.
Alicia had something I did not recognize in her hand, it had several white plastic pieces attached to each other with several thick rubber bands. To me they looked the switches I had applied to my behind by my aunt when I was a kid. “You might be wondering what this is Olivia. This is a lovely plastic birch I have. So many woman’s bottoms I have blistered with this, so many wailing and kicking naked brats I punished to contrition with it. Lets start.” I sighed, and lowered myself over, my bottom being raised till it was the apex of my body.
She starts the punishment, oh the sting of that birch, my tears began starting almost at once. I kicked and wailed, as that brat Dana, watched on giving her running commentary on my spanking, her remarks seemly incessant as the blows reigned down all over my swollen bottom. Alicia was quite the spanker, her arm firmly wrapping my waist, as she tore up my bottom with that birch. Finally, what I have to estimate as at least ten solid minutes she sets down the birch. She began rubbing my bottom vigorously, her hands kneading and pulling on the swollen marked skin. “Now young lady, you will give a sincere apology to Dana, and swear never to do this again. After that, the three of us will go out to dinner together.” I stood up, the tears still crawling down my porcelain cheeks.” I’m so sorry Dana, I blamed you something you did not do, and I swear I will not ever do anything like that again.” I said, as Alicia gave me a hug. To my surprise, Dana said she forgave me, and hugged me back. The dinner that night was wonderful, the service was excellent, the food wonderful and we all chattered and had a great time. That lasted until the last few minutes of the great outing. “I am glad you learned your lesson Olivia, and the spankings you will take as time goes on, to preserve your integrity, and for you to be refreshed from guilt will be just as memorable as well.” she said, giving me her most radiant smile yet. Inside my inner self was throwing a conniption fit, and my bottom was tender and bruised. But I merely replied back, and raised my glass to my lips. Alicia was my best friend, and I trusted her to give me the discipline I secretly craved, and needed to function properly.

 

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‘The Ruler’ by Annika

One of our favorite contributors, Annika, has shared a beautifully-writen entry for the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest. While she’s entered as a non-contestant, I’m sure you’ll agree that once again she’s written a winning tale.

–  Dana

The Ruler
 
 

Professor Payne loved his ruler.  He always made sure to place it on his desk so all of us could see it lying there staring at us.  He explained to us from the beginning that he wouldn’t tolerate any kind of disturbances in his class and all who would disobey would get to feel his ruler.  He so kindly demonstrated that it was an unbreakable piece of wood by slamming it onto his desk producing a rather disturbing sound waving through the classroom.  I may have been the only one just sitting there looking rather relaxed at him, almost smiling.  I wasn’t impressed by him and his name in itself just made this scenario funny.  He seemed more like a dog just standing there barking, and he would probably get all excited if you threw him a ball or a bone.  No!  It was the professors that were quiet and who would suddenly penetrate every fiber in your body with a single stare.  Those were the ones to be scared of!  I grew up with a professor like that.  I would address this one as Professor Hanson when I passed her in the hallways at school, but then simply call her mom when we were at home.
Luckily she wasn’t my professor, and, well, the rest of the professors, they were all capable non barking teachers.  Only Professor Payne seemed to portray this strict military kind of teaching and each lesson with him left me sitting there wondering what would happen if his beloved ruler would magically disappear. Would he start crying?  Would he lose his ability to talk?  Would he have a major tantrum?  I had to find out!
He always had his ruler in his desk all locked up, but to pick locks was a trick my brother taught me at a very young age and it was a skill I put on standby because we both had very sore bottoms for some time after our mother discovered us inside a storage room that was supposed to be locked.
Picking Payne’s lock was definitely no problem at all.  I was very impressed by the way he had organized his drawer, and in the center of it all the ruler was placed.  It meant a lot to him no doubt about that.  I put it into my bag and left the classroom before the lesson would start.  I wouldn’t be the first to get there obviously, but I was there in time to see his facial expression when he opened the drawer and it was gone. This time he didn’t look like that barking dog at all, but more like a baby looking for his soother.  Everybody in the class felt this change in him but no one, well besides me, knew what was wrong.  He closed the drawer and rested both hands on his desk almost as if he had to hold on to the desk so he wouldn’t fall down.  He wasn’t looking at us, just looking down.
Mental note to self:  Caused inability to speak.
My classmates started to whisper and you could sense the disturbance growing.  Then he suddenly cleared his throat and said, “Im sorry.  I have to leave…….you…..yes….” and he took off.  We didn’t leave the classroom because we expected him to return.  I didn’t tell anyone about what I had done, because it didn’t matter.  It was simply a test to see how he would react when in this situation, and for me to take note of.  He didn’t return, so when the class ended we all left the classroom.  What I didn’t expect to meet further down the hallway was penetrating eyes looking at me.  Eyes I knew so well and that I could only look into if I knew I was completely unguilty.
“Amy, can I have a word with you?” I was desperately looking into my bag and replied, “Um, Professor Hanson, I have to attend a different class in a minute or so, can it wait??”  “No!” she took me by my arm and went towards the classroom we all just walked out of.
“Sit down Amy!”  She pointed at one of the chairs and went up to Professor Payne’s desk.  She opened the drawer closed it and looked back at me.  “Amy, do you know what is missing from this drawer?”
I wasn’t looking at her at all I was looking in her direction but not at her. The door to the classroom opened and Professor Payne came inside. “Professor” my mom spoke up “Please lock the door”.  My body froze.  I couldn’t move, I could barely breathe.  What was she up to?
“Professor Payne, you were telling me that you used to have a ruler inside this drawer?”  He passed me on his way to the desk, “Yes ma’am”.
Mental note: MA’AM…???  I really have to get him a bone or ball.
She didn’t even look at him as she passed him on her way over to me.  All her focus was on me, and I got smaller and smaller with every step she took towards me.  She didn’t say anything, she just reached out her hand with her palm facing up.  I was so far down on my chair that my head was the only part of my body still above desk level.  I found the ruler in my bag and handed it to her.  Her little frown didn’t exactly ease my anxiety at that moment, but she still didn’t say anything.  She just turned and went back to Professor Payne.
“Professor have you ever used this on a student?”  This conversation was interesting so I got back up on my chair and listened carefully. “Um, no Ma’am.”
Mental note:  Im sooooo good.  I knew he was a noisy dog with a bark but no bite!
“Well professor, she is all yours.”
What???
My mom moved away and sat down on one of the student chairs.  Both my eyes and his eyes followed her and I think we were both stumped.  He looked even more scared than I did.  “Amy, don’t be disrespectful! Stand up and let Professor Payne deal with you!”  I looked at her with big eyes and shook my head trying to tell her without words, “Mom, please, no.”  She just raised her eyebrows a bit and I knew there was absolutely no way around this situation.  I got up and started walking towards him.  He still looked rather scared, and when I finally stood right in front of him he just stared at me.  After a minute or so it seemed rather stupid, so I turned and looked at my mom and shrugged my shoulders.  She got up, so I immediately stepped aside so both Professor Payne and I were facing her.  She took the chair with her and placed it in front of him.
“Professor Payne I really don’t believe in empty threats.  Students like Amy will see through that and if you want to use threats you have to go through with it.  I am very disappointed in you.  You have absolutely no idea how to use this ruler or how it feels.  So, guess what…. I will show you”   With that she sat down on the chair and once again she just held out her hand.  When he reached to give her the ruler she just shook her head and grabbed his hand instead and pulled him over her knee.  I was so surprised to see how he totally obeyed.  He didn’t even try to get off of her lap!  I wanted to burst out laughing so bad, but all I could feel was the penetrating look again.  It was really weird to watch my mother spank a grown man, especially a man who claimed to be so tough and mean!  And now he was lying there on her lap wiggling.
After several minutes of spanking with her palm she commanded him to get up.  She showed him the ruler and said, “This is best used on the bare bottom, so pants down and hands on the desk!”  Again I looked at her with big eyes and said, “Umm…. Mom?  Maybe I should just leave now??” She looked very relaxed at me and said, “Well Amy, your mom isn’t here right now, but I bet she will deal with you later, when we are done here!”
At least she didn’t force me to look at his butt and I really didn’t want to!  Well I did look one time when she made him squeal, and I hope the image will be deleted from my memory at some point.
“Okay Professor.  Pull up those pants, sit down on the chair and show me what you’ve learned!”
Again I looked desperate at my mom, but there were no mercy at all.  He got dressed and sat down as told. He then looked at me and reached his hand towards me.  I got over his lap and waited.  One hit landed, then another and a third.  There was absolutely no rhythm or power behind it, and when my mom saw that I was looking at the clock she interrupted it.  She pulled me up, made a signal to him to get of the chair, and then sat down and put me over her lap. “Now look and decide, if this is what you really want to do with your students!”
She started her spanking with her typical pattern.  10 smacks over my skirt, then lifting it and continue with several smacks over my panties.  I wasn’t looking at any clocks now!  I could only focus on the merciless smacking and the pain from it.  I hated her palm, and she knew exactly how to spank me to get certain reactions out of me, but I guess she really did stick to the Professor part and not spanking me as my mom.  I could endure this far better.  Well just until she asked me to get up and place my hands on the desk.  She pulled my panties down and it was so embarrassing, but I forgot all about that when the ruler struck the first time.  This was my first meeting with a ruler and it wasn’t pleasant at all, especially when it was administered by someone like her.  I only received 10 with it but it was 10 strokes delivered with enough power to make me want to drop to my knees.
“Get dressed Amy”, she said as she turned to speak to the Professor.  “I find there are a lot of different ways to deal with students.  Corporal punishment is not something to play with.  We have a lot of colleagues who manage just fine without ever having to resort to that.  But here, you are using a simple tool as a warning, but don’t make a mockery out of it!”
She took the chair back to its place turned and looked at me and said, “Amy, if you ever pick a lock or steal in this school again, you will be at risk of being expelled.  This was a warning.  Now off you go!”
I grabbed my bag and hurried out of the classroom and straight home.  I didn’t really have any further classes to attend, it was just a little lie to avoid dealing with my mother in the hallway, or should I say Professor Hanson.
The next day I had a lot of trouble sitting comfortably in my chair during class after my mom chose to deal with me that evening at home again. I really hate her palm, but even more her brush.
Professor Payne had made a decision.  The ruler was not on his desk and not in his hand or anywhere to be seen ever again.

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It’s ALIVE!! DanaKaneSpanks.com Member Site Launch

 

 
I’m happy to announce that the
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DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update: 4/14

 

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Soft launch – DanaKaneSpanks.com member site is live now.

I’m happy to announce that the HEREmember site is up and running!

 


The site is in ‘soft launch’ currently, which basically means that I am still awaiting Visa merchant approval status. In the meantime, the site is open to Mastercard, Discover, etc., and I’ll be announcing the Grand Opening soon as I receive Visa approval.

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Another great School Daze entry : ‘Justice Seen to be Done’


‘Justice Seen to  be Done’ is a fun entry to the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy reading of this poor boy’s very late comeuppance as much as I have.

–  Dana

 

Justice seen to be done
 
As he stood in room 2B Simon glanced over at the 2 women standing with him. Mrs Jackson although now in her sixties was still an impressive looking woman and Ms Castle was also a strong looking woman. Looking at the canes both women were holding he began to regret the impulse that had led him to write to his ex-headmistress. However the incident in his schooldays had haunted him, confession was supposed to be good for the soul and he probably deserved whatever punishment he received. He had been a bit of a tearaway in his youth and on that fateful day he had stolen Mrs Jackson’s purse from the drawer in this very room during the morning break. She had noticed the theft almost immediately and had been checking the pupils desks. Simon had panicked and had put the purse in the desk belonging to Susie Castle before she had taken her seat. Of course it had been found and Simon could still remember the look of panic and bewilderment on her face as Mrs Jackson had hauled her out of the room. He could also vividly remember her re-entering the room later with a tear stained face and how gingerly she had sat down. It was rumoured that she had received an incredible 12 strokes of the cane and some pupils insisted that they had been given on the bare. Poor Susie had had a terrible time at the school following the incident and later that year she had transferred to another school and Simon heard nothing more about her. Last month Simon had noticed an article in the local paper about Mrs Jackson’s forthcoming retirement following 40 years at the school and some impulse had made him write to her confessing his awful deed. He had been surprised to get a letter back inviting him to attend the school in the evening and stating that with his co-operation every thing would be made right. When he had arrived he had found Mrs Jackson and another woman waiting for him. The other woman turned out to be none other than Susie Castle who had eventually got over the traumatic events of 25 years ago and had gone on to qualify as a teacher and was now about to take over as head of Mrs Jackson’s school.
Mrs Jackson began to speak “25 years ago you committed a horrible offence which led to an innocent girl being punished and suffering terribly. When it happened my first thought was to expel her, had that happened who knows how different her life would have been. In the end though I decided that corporal punishment was a more suitable answer. Susie received 12 strokes on her bare bottom from me that afternoon. She also received a further punishment from her father when she got home, he gave her another 12 strokes with his cane”. ” It therefore seems only fair that you receive 24 strokes from Susie!”. Simon gasped, 24 strokes of the cane, how would he bear it? Then to his horror Mrs Jackson spoke again. “However since it has taken you 25 years to confess I intend to give you a further stroke for each year and as 49 strokes is such an odd number I suggest that Susie give you  an extra stroke to make it up to a nice round 50”. “Now I want you to drop your trousers and underpants and bend over the desk”. Slowly Simon dropped his trousers and reluctantly lowered his underpants and bent over the teachers desk.. “I suggest you grip the desk tightly because if you stand up or put your hands in the way you’ll get extras” said the headmistress.. Simon did as he had been told shivering all the while. Behind him he heard the swishing of two canes as the ladies practiced their strokes. “After you, Susie, and make them good ones” said Mrs Jackson. Immediately the first stroke zipped into his defenceless white buttocks. The pain was extraordinary, it felt as if a white hot wire had been whipped into his cheeks. Simon tried to catch his breath but had no chance before the second stroke crashed down. Simon was already gasping for air and he had only had two strokes, how on earth was he going to take another 48 like that? He had no chance to ponder on that thought though as stroke after stroke swung into his buttocks. He was moaning and wriggling even before 10 cuts and by 20 he was whining pitifully, The pain had increased stroke by stroke and he felt as though his bottom was on fire. Because Susie was left handed his left cheek was taking the brunt of the punishment. Surely he thought it must be bleeding, it felt like his cheek was being sliced in two with each stroke. Mercifully the 25th stroke bit into his buttocks and he heard Mrs Jackson say “okay you can stand up for a while but no rubbing”. Gingerly he rose to an upright position and unsuccessfully tried to assess the damage. To his horror both ladies bent down and peered at his welted cheeks. “Good job Susie ” said the head “although it does seem to have made a mess of that one cheek, I bet he’s grateful that I’m right handed so we can even things out” With that he was ordered to bend over once again. To his horror it soon became apparent that Mrs Jackson had an even stronger arm than Ms Castle. By the 10th stroke he was begging pitifully for the punishment to stop and by the 25th he was crying and sobbing like a baby. “Stand up” said Mrs Jackson ” well I can’t say that you took that very well but you did take it”  Simon was still sobbing gently and his buttocks felt as if he had sat on a hotplate. ” Thank you” he said to both women “right” said Mrs Jackson “you remember where the toilets are, don’t you?” . Simon nodded, “I suggest to go there now and get yourself tidied up and go home”. ” You did the right thing contacting me and once your bottom recovers I’m sure you will feel better for having got that of your conscience”. Still sniffling Simon pulled up his underwear and trousers and made his way to the toilets. As he left he heard a stifled giggle and he realised how pathetic he must have looked and sounded.
 
Mrs Jackson and Susie waited until he had left the room and then collapsed in fits of laughter. “Wow that was fun” said Susie “Wasn’t it just” said Mrs Jackson “he’s going to feel that for a while”. “And to think that on that day the only punishment I was allowed to give you was 500 lines”. I don’t know how the rumour that you had been caned started, after all corporal punishment had been banned in state schools for years by then”.  “Well I think he got off lightly” said Susie “we only gave him fifty lines”. And with that both women once again fell about laughing.
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‘Needing a Little Help’ : Really excellent F/F spanking fiction


Spanking story fans,

Here is an especially realistic entry to the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest. Honest, sweet, and emotional, Lily is a very believable character. Enjoy:

 

Needing A Little Help
 
 
Dr. Green was gathering together her lecture notes, preparing to leave the now empty room and hurry to her office. The two hour lecture she had just given for her abnormal psychology class had been rather intense, and she was looking forward to having a few moments of peace before having to give another lecture, then, going home and grading the assignment her students had just turned in.
“Hello,” a polite voice called out from behind Dr. Green.
Dr. Green turned to see Dr. Jackson entering the room, waving as she approached.
Dr. Jackson taught a class on sociological theory in the same room directly after Dr. Green’s abnormal psychology class. She had been at the university longer than Dr. Green, and had developed a reputation over the years for being difficult and intimidating, though most of that reputation could be attributed to the claims of poor students and not her actual style of teaching. Occasionally, both professors would run into each other between classes and exchange thoughts and observations about how their students were doing during a given semester.
“Hey,” Dr. Green replied, cheerfully. “Just let me grab my things and the room is all yours. I am ready to sit down and catch my breath before my next class anyway.”
“I’m guessing the subject of your lesson was a trying one,” Dr. Jackson stated, smiling politely.
“Talking about any mental illness is trying to some degree, because half of the students hear about a new mental illness and become convinced that they have it before they listen to the whole lesson. I usually spend several minutes every week trying to convince somebody that they are most likely not suffering from some type of psychotic break.”
 “I have often been told that psychology students are prone to doing that,” Dr. Jackson laughed, watching as Dr. Green searched through the papers she was gathering, seeming to be growing frantic.
“Is everything okay,” she asked the other woman. “You look a bit preoccupied with those papers.”
Dr. Green shook her head. “I seem to be missing a paper. This writing assignment counts for 20% of the course grade, and I would hate to think that I have lost one before I have even left the classroom.”
“By any chance, do you seem to be missing Lily’s assignment?”  Dr. Jackson asked, already fairly certain of the answer to her question.
“Yes,” Dr. Green replied with a surprised look on her face. “But, why would you guess that it was hers specifically?”
“Lily is in one of my classes too,” Dr. Jackson answered, and she has not been as active in class discussions lately, and she did not do as well on the last quiz I gave. I am a little concerned about her.
Both women spent a few minutes discussing Lily. The agreed that the 20 year old psychology major was usually very alert, and had previously been very active in their classes. All of her work had been satisfactory until the last two weeks, and she had always appeared to enjoy her classes.
“I have seen students do this before,” Dr. Jackson commented. “Living away from her parents, having to be responsible herself, and keeping up with a large course load might be overwhelming her. She just needs some help getting back on the right track.”
“How do you suggest that we do that?” Dr. Green asked, curiously.
“Well, since you have her in class three nights a week and I only see her one night a week, you will see her before I do. Since it is a paper for your class she has neglected, I think maybe, you should be the one to approach her about lack of self-discipline,” Dr. Jackson said.
Dr. Green frowned a bit, then, nodded. “Alright,” she agreed. “How do you recommend that I address this issue?”
“If she is unwilling to take responsibility for her own behavior, maybe, you should provide her with the discipline she needs,” Dr. Jackson informed her. “I have every confidence that you can figure out what needs to be done.”
…………………….
Later, that evening, as she sat in her bed, Dr. Green thought about how she was going to handle her problem student. Was Dr. Jackson serious about her disciplining Lily herself? What kind of discipline? Would Lily be open to receiving her help? She went over all of these questions again and again as she drifted off to sleep.
…………………………..
Two days later, after Dr. Green finished her lecture, the students began gathering their things and heading to their next classes. “Lily,” she called out to the young woman sitting in the front row, “would you wait a moment, please. I would like to talk with you.”
The young woman quietly sat back down as they waited for the other students to go, leaving them alone in the empty classroom.
Dr. Green took an empty chair and pulled it so that she could sit in front of Lily while they talked.
“Do you have any idea why I want to speak with you?” she asked.
Lily shook her head and remained silent.
“Lily, I am very concerned about you,” she began, noticing that the young woman was now looking at the floor instead of at her.
Gently, she reached out and put a hand under Lily’s chin, lifting her head until she was looking into her eyes.
“You have been a very good student, and it isn’t like you to not participate in class and start ignoring assignments. Is there anything I should know about?”
Suddenly, tears were sliding down Lily’s cheeks, and she was trying desperately to look away from Dr. Green.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” Dr. Green asked, putting a gentle hand on Lily’s shoulder. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry,” Lily said quietly through her tears. “I got so busy trying to keep up with my work for other classes, and I get so tired sometimes, and I wrote the paper one time, but it wasn’t very good. By the time I started to rewrite it, there wasn’t enough time to finish.”
“Why didn’t you come to me for help,” Dr. Green asked, beginning to suspect that there was something to Dr. Jackson’s theory about this whole situation.
“I was afraid that I would bother you,” Lily confessed, seeming very shy now. “And, I really should be able to take care of things for myself. I honestly thought I would get the paper done on time.”
Dr. Green nodded. “And what is the reason you have stopped talking and being as active in your classes?”
“I worry that maybe, I don’t understand the reading and the subjects as well as I thought I did, and it is easier not to say anything than to say something that sounds completely stupid,” Lily informed her professor.
“Sweetie, you never sounded stupid,” Dr. Green said, shocked that the thought had ever crossed Lily’s mind. “I always thought you had some very interesting points to make in class. And I am pretty sure you paper would have been interesting too. Besides, anything would have been better than handing in nothing.”
“I realize that, Ma’am,” Lily, replied, looking somewhat embarrassed by her own admission.
“You’ve been feeling out of control a lot lately, haven’t you, sweetie?” Dr. Green asked, wiping one of the girl’s tears with her thumb.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Lily said softly. “I feel more and more pressure trying to keep up with all of my classes and other responsibilities, and it feels like it has gotten too hard.”

“Do you ever ask for help when you feel like this?” Dr. Green asked, already knowing that the girl was going to say no.
Lily shook her head. “My family doesn’t live that close, and I have been so busy, I haven’t really gotten to know anybody here at school.”
“Well, I am going to start helping you now,” Dr. Green told the young woman, “I am worried about you, and I believe Dr. Jackson is too. I know you have been having some trouble in her class too.” 
“How are you going to help me?” Lily asked, looking slightly confused.
Dr. Green leaned towards Lily’s chair and pulled the young woman into a hug. “I am going to be paying more attention to how you are doing in class for a start,” I explain. “I will expect you to come and talk with me if you need help with your work, or if anything else is bothering you. If you don’t have anyone else who you feel like you can go to, I want to be that person for you, alright, sweetie?”
“Thank you, Ma’am,” Lily said.
“There is one more thing we need to deal with,” Dr. Green stated, leaning back from Lily so that their eyes met again.
Lily simply nodded.
“Your behavior recently has been completely unacceptable, and you are very lucky that we had this talk before you managed to cause yourself more trouble than a late assignment, young lady,” I begin lecturing her a bit more sternly. “Letting stress build up can be very unhealthy, and you certainly didn’t handle it the right way. Because you have not taken care of yourself or shown any self-discipline, I think you need me to provide you with consequences for those actions.”
“What do you mean?” Lily asked, nervously.
“I mean, I am going to turn you over my knee and give you a good, hard spanking on your bare bottom, young lady,” I tell her. “And for the rest of the semester, any failure to behave properly and take care of yourself will result in a spanking from me. Do you understand?”
Lily’s tears began again, but to Dr. Green’s surprise, she nodded in agreement.
“Alright, sweetie,” she instructed, directing the young woman to stand up in front of her as she lowered the girl’s jean’s, then, slid her panties down to her knees, “I want you to lay over my lap now.”
……………………………..
The next week, Dr. Jackson arrived in the classroom to find her students seated and waiting for her to begin speaking. She couldn’t stop herself from grinning when she saw Lily in the front row, occasionally squirming in her seat.

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