Tag: Dana Kane

I’ve never met Betty Blaze, but I’ve seen a LOT of her films. She has the quintessential  spanker top look and demeanor, and obviously knows how to give a real, hard spanking. Betty appears to work mainly with Real Spankings site Women Spanking Men, and I’ve not seen a scene where her bottom gets off lightly.

There’s even a place on the Women Spanking Men website where male bottoms may apply to work with Betty and the other tops in paid spanking video shoots – cool!

Ahem.

I mean butts, folks, calm yourselves.

Particularly, female butts.

I consider myself a longtime fan of, depending on your vernacular, the part of the female anatomy lovingly called : The Juicy Booty, A Large Backyard, Extra Junk in the Trunk, Fries with That Shake, Bubble Butt, and the universally known “Damn, look at the size of that ass!” (Yes, I know that most of those terms could be considered derogatory if a person were looking for something about which to become righteously indignant, but I stand by my assertion that all of the above are LOVINGLY listed. I should also point out that I use these same terms when referring to a gentleman’s equally-proportioned assets.)

It’s probably unlikely that there are many people on the planet who do not appreciate a well-shaped backside, whether they’re inclined to slap said backside repeatedly or not. I’m sure that there are also a zillion different personal definitions of ‘well-shaped’, as we are all different in our tastes.

And while I certainly appreciate a small, fit, toned, muscular, or petite female backside, there’s something gloriously and spectacularly visually overwhelming about the big, really big, ones.

Problem is, in this age of fix-everything-cosmetic-procedures, ‘real’ butts are nearly as hard to identify as non-Viagra-fueled erections – sometimes you just can’t tell from looking. Gals get fat from one part of their body injected into their bums; there’s all kinds of crazy fillers now, including collagen, and even (silicone!) butt cheek implants. I’ve even heard horrible stories of black market procedures where women’s butts are injected with fix-a-flat…this is not a joke.

The obsession with big butts obviously isn’t just mine, but the idea that women would go to such lengths to achieve a larger-than-life posterior perplexes me. Not because I’m averse to cosmetic tweaking, but because the results so rarely look natural.

A few examples, good and possibly otherwise:  (*Note: I cannot say for sure whether any of the below have or have not altered their backsides with something other than diet and exercise; I can only offer my opinions. I could be absolutely and heinously wrong in each and every case.)

Coco Austin (personal favorite Large Backyard)

Coco has one of the most famous posteriors in modern celebrity culture. She’s the wife of Ice T and has at least partially built her fame on those gigantic assets you see in the photo on the right. I’ve always been a fan of watching Coco walk back and forth, bend over, and partake in any other movement which allowed me view of her backside. The photo on the left was taken at the beginning of her modeling career and shows a much much smaller rear-end. It seems like Coco’s done a bit more than just squat thrusts to achieve that gravity-defying, wrap-around booty, but I, for one, am not mad at her. (Is it just right, or too big? Does it matter if she’s had some help in that ‘department’?)

Kim Kardashian

Scandal-worthy behavior aside, Kim Kardashian has one of the most photographed bodies in current celebrity. She’s been scrutinized by nearly every person in the country for her weight fluctuations but one thing’s always been the same – her big ‘ol booty. Or has it? In the photo sequence above you’ll notice that Kim’s backside used to be what one would call relatively normal-sized, but in recent years has morphed into something resembling a satellite orbiting the back of her body. (Is this the payoff of hours and hours at the gym, or hours and hours at the doctor’s office? And, does it matter? Would you spank that?)

Blac Chyna

With all respect for personal choices, I hope rapper and video girl Blac Chyna isn’t into spanking, because I’m pretty sure that those implants would explode on impact.

Jennifer Lopez

Before anyone had ever heard of KK, Jennifer Lopez was the reigning queen of notable backsides. It’s easy to tell from her physique that this woman is in tip-top shape, and the lower back slope and narrower hips suggest, to me at least, that this is an All Natural Ass. (She’s admitted to Spanx, as have most women who can affort the spandex miracle. Is this simply nature at it’s best?)

Serena Williams

Go ahead, accuse repeated champion tennis player Serena Williams of having anything but a One Hundred Percent Natural Bottom…I dare you.

Beyoncé

Another fantasticall fit celeb, Beyoncé looks all natural – and if she’s not, who cares, ’cause whoo!

Nicki Minaj

If these before and after photos are to be believed, Nicki Minaj once had not just a less-than-large behind, but nearly none at all. Now, she’s famous for more than her singing and outlandish fashion – she’s become very well-known for that magically-appearing butt. (Last-minute genetic mutation? Overzealous cosmetic enhancement? Do we care?)

Jessica Biel

Jessica’s another star known for her fit lifestyle. Considering that, while she’s packing quite a lot of punch back there, it doesn’t look particularly out-of-proportion to the rest of her body or oddly high…looks like the Real Thing. (Spankable?)

Okay, okay, I could and would go on like this for quite some time, but you’ve probably experienced enough mindless butt-worship for one day.

Back to your regularly scheduled programming…

–  Dana

Yes, Miss Katarina…

You’ll all likely recognize my gorgeous friend Katarina from her years of spanking performing on both sides of the paddle – most recently, she helped me teach my guy a lesson in our video “You Asked for It”.

I’m very tickled to announce that Katarina’s finally begun offering private spanking sessions, something she’s very good at and has been talking about for quite some time. She’s located in the Tahoe/Reno area, and will also be accepting limited travel appointments in select international metro areas.

Her new site, which is still in the process of being populated but already contains the info you need to schedule your very own Katarina discipline time, is:

http://www.disciplinebykatarina.blogspot.com/

For my current friends and playmates, please feel free to include me as a reference when contacting Katarina – I’ll be sure to tell her all the naughty things you deserved being spanked for!

–  Dana

Most readers would probably be surprised at the number of couples I see in my travels. I think there’s an assumption that all professional disciplinarian’s playmates are men, which couldn’t be farther from the truth, as I have a whole bunch of female playmates, as well. But we’re going to talk about couples today, specifically couples who’re trying to work out their DD dynamics.

Yes, many of the couples with whom I play are bb’s (both bottoms), and in a few the female partner is the spankee, but in the great majority of cases the male partner is the (hopeful) spankee and his lady is his spanker.

Occasionally, my presence is simply a little added spice in what is already a regular and cohesive spanking regimen. Most of the time, though, I’m there to act as either an instructor/cheerleader for the possibly reluctant or less-than-confident spanker, or as the person who doesn’t have emotional connectedness to the bad boy in question and can therefore go much further in disciplining him than his loving spouse may feel comfortable doing herself. Sometimes, it’s just a matter of translating the spanko/partner’s language into something to which the non-spanko half of the couple can relate. And always – always – there is humor, because sometimes we just have to laugh at ourselves.

The most common email request I receive from couples goes something like this (usually, but not always, first contact comes from the spanko/male partner):

Hello Ms. Kane,

I’m 48 and my wife is 46. I’m a spanko and she’s not, but she does spank me sometimes. We’d both like her to enjoy it more so that it’ll happen more often, and we are hoping that you can help.

Thanks,

Dick and Jane

I LOVE getting these emails for a number of reasons. First, it’s nice to know that somewhere out there someone is getting spanked for something! Realistically, it’s even nicer to know that there are partners out there who are willing to indulge their mate’s peccadilloes – not out of obligation but out of love and an attempt to better understand. These women are almost never ‘real live spankos’, but many of them make great efforts to be present and knowledgeable in regard to their love’s fetish…not everyone’s that cool or dedicated. Also, I truly do believe the adage ‘the couple that plays together, stays together’, and it really doesn’t matter HOW you play, so long as you do. 

My first advice to these couples is usually, ‘Don’t wait for it to happen. Make it happen.’ We can talk stuff to death without ever actually getting around to doing it, can’t we? There’s also the simple fact that the world will get in the way of our fun every chance it gets, so scheduling is important.

Scheduling fun, you say? 

Hell yes.

Things don’t have to be spontaneous to be fun, you just can’t hang your expectations on those odds. So couples, plan that spanking! Every Tuesday at 9pm, or Sunday mornings without fail. Before long, you’ll be in a regular routine that both of you look forward to equally, and nobody’s blaming anybody else for the lack of spanking going on.

Then it’s just a matter of Practice Makes Perfect – not even the most hardcore spanking fetishists come out of the box with perfecto spanking skills, and a non-spanko partner will need the chance to build confidence with intensity, technique, and implement usage, just like anyone else would. The difference is, she’s not the one thinking about spanking when she goes to sleep every night, so the natural fetishist drive isn’t there – that means learning the right techniques may take longer, or may be more difficult. The worst thing a spanko partner can do in this situation is criticize – and the last thing that the non-spanko spanker can do is apologize. Confidence is critical, and that’s one of the main things we work on in couples sessions. Whether she feels it or not, it should be projected…kind of a ‘fake it til you make it’ psychology, but it works. Before you know it, that projected confidence is so practiced that it comes naturally – then it belongs to her, and your butt is toast.

And isn’t that all most of us really want in life…a toasty butt?

–  Dana

You can read the details of this particular scene on Angel’s blog..

Readers,

All us spanking video fans have our favorite spanking performers, top and bottom, who we like to watch regularly. We also enjoy the novelty of new models whom we’ve never seen before, especially if it’s their first time on film – gotta love those nervous, under-conditioned, camera shy newbies!

One site which seems to find a never-ending stream of female performers who appear to be cut from the archetypal ‘model’ mode is Firm Hand Spanking. From well-known performers to pretty faces (and bottoms) I’ve never seen before, Firm Hand seems to have cornered the market on the Girl Next Door spankees. To prove that I’m not making this up, here are just a few of their most recent models…

Readers,

Here’s an alternate reality future twist with irony – you’ll enjoy ‘Spank Trek 2099″, another Future Spank entry.

– Dana

Spank Trek 2099: A Future Oddity

Harry Hudley was obsessed with time travel.He had been ever since he had seen the “Back to the Future” trilogy  when he was nine years old. He spent  the next twenty years visualizing, developing and finally creating his own time machine.Though, unemployed, largely self taught and living in his mother’s basement .He had, with unique perception, discovered one of the major secrets of the universe. Of course, He had attached the rather minimalist device to his car which, in his case, was a five year old Hyundai.

    Now ready and tuned into 2099, he pushes GO and holds on. There is a loud pop and a bright flash.His cat, Mr Sulu, nearly bounces off the ceiling and the Hyundai disappears in a spiraling swirl of smoke.

   It’s unlike anything he’s ever seen before.The entire village was made up of of conical, rectangular and round igloo shaped buidings all comprised of the same hard synthetic plastic material. There were no poles carrying power, telephone or cable wire but instead small radar-like antennae on top of each building. Very  peculiar, he thinks, as he watches first one then another and another lone male running down the street and each being closely pursued by a group of women attired in very short skirts,  short shorts, sleeveless tops and athletic shoes. Some of them seem to be carrying some type of object or device.

  OOOMMPHHH!!! OW! “Hey, what the…”Crossing in front of an alley Harry is charged, tackled and taken down  by a rather full bodied , raven haired girl of exceptional strength. She quickly places sticky tape over his mouth.”I saw him first! He’s mine! Help me get him over on the bench!”Completely overpowered by the boisterous bevy of beauties, Harry is instantly hauled over Daniela’s lap.Blonde MiMi pulls down his baggy shorts and purple boxers.

Anything but athletic with tousled black hair and rather narrow shoulders, a slim upper body leading down to somewhat wider hips and a full, fleshy bottom, he is easy putty in their strong hands. Daniela is euphoric.”OOH, Yeah!  This is the most seriously spankable bottom we’ve captured all day.”  “Hey,I want a piece of that cute butt!” “No way Sheena! Its one spanking per capture, and this sweet can is  all mine!”Daniela begins wailing into Harry’s upturned bottom with a rapid flurry of sharp smacks.” MiMi lifts up his tape.”Lets hear what he’s got to say.” EEEEEEOOOWWWW!!! She giggles and quickly replaces the tape.Sheena chimes in “Hey! You’re using your hand! Just like a little girl would.Something wrong with your electro paddle?”Harry’s bottom quivers like marmalade from Daniela’s machine like spanks.She grins in ecstasy ” Sometimes the old fashioned ways are best!”

   Finally relenting, Daniela releases him.As Harry bends low to pull up his shorts, Sheena’s temptation is too great.She whacks him twice, in quick succession with her electro paddle set to the “sheer agony” setting.EEEEEYYYYAGGGOOHH!!! Stung by a hundred angry bees on each cheek,almost simultaneously. Harry, as if shot from a cannon, shoots across the street, like a scalded cat, his shorts at half mast.All the girls except an angry Daniela, fall about laughing.

   Two husky Amazonian proportioned female patrol officers, helmeted and  aboard sleek bullet shaped road bikes, observe Harry cross the middle of the road. Tanya nods and smiles at her partner, Carly. “Fresh meat, Carly!  A barebutt jaywalker!”  “Lets go”!”

  The two patrol officers pull up alongside Harry, just as he manages to pull up his shorts.”What have we got here, public indecency and Oh, my! Jaywalking!” Tanya snaps on plastic cuffs and Carly positions him over the seat of the strutted bullet bike.MMMPPHHH!!! He struggles to speak but his mouth is still sealed with tape.

“That’s four lashes of the enforcement strap for each offense.Total of eight and lucky for you we haven’t been issued the new plasma canes yet.Eight strokes with one of those would have you howling like a banshee and trying to jump over the moon!”MMMPPHHH!!!! “Should we let ‘im talk? ” Nahhh! I just want to wail into that cute fat butt, of his.” The big leather jacketed policewomen take positions each side of Harry and, in tandem,  began flailing,with a wilful zeal, into his already crimson red bottom with their heavy black doubled over leather straps.The tape became loose enough, now, that he somehow managed to spew it out. “You people are crazzzeee!!!  AArrrghhhowwohhh!! Tanya is grinning.” Well, that was fun!He is a lively one, isn’t he!” Carly releases him and they both go off in pursuit of two running males on the next street.

  Harry quickly pulls on his shorts and rubs his sore swollen bottom. He had often fantasized about being spanked by a mean but sexy teacher or a matronly conservative female attorney, or even to be captured and chastised by a rogue group of hot sorority girls, but this was insane!
What kind of world did he land in?

  Before he could give the situation any further thought he notices sunlight reflecting off chrome.It was his Hyundai, where it had rematerialized, in the park across the street.He wanted to take something to prove where he had been but nothing, at hand, was removable. A loud pop on his right causes him to turn around.There is a bursting flash of light which seems to spread out and then dissolve, almost instantly. Then another, higher up.Then burning agony! As if molten candle wax had been splashed across his inflamed butt cheeks! It was Sheena! Leading a wild eyed group of girls!She was firing some kind of plasma energy gun at him and with deadly accuracy! OOOWWWWOOOO!!!! Another hit! And now his shorts were smoking! Bolting toward the park he sees Daniela closing in quickly with another group of wild spanking vixens! With an agility born of wild desperation he takes a flying leap over several bushes and through the open  window of the Hyundai.He quickly adjusts the controls and slams the GO button, flashing out and disappearing in spiraling smoke just as Daniela and her friends arrive.

   Harry never got to read the large sign, hovering just above,on the  opposite side of his car.It reads: SECOND ANNUAL SPACEWAYS CITY SPANKATORIUM DAY ANY MALE CAUGHT ON THE STREETS BETWEEN THE HOURS OF TWELVE NOON AND TWELVE MIDNIGHT IS FAIR GAME  FOR THE LADIES! ALL DISCIPLINARY IMPLEMENTS PERMITTED.HARDCORE PLAYERS ESPECIALLY ENJOYED!

(PS. If you’re a member of one of these sites, please have the decency to NOT participate in illegally sharing my content. I give away dozens of free vids, sessions, toys, and all manner of crap..if you’re such a fan, why steal from me?

I don’t get it…)

This isn’t fairytale spankingland, nor is it the place where there are no consequences for one’s actions. It may be the internet, but it’s also still the Real World.

Sharing/downloading/watching content which I’ve produced without my express consent is against the law, as we all well know…right?

There are several places on the internet where users regularly trade in illegally shared material, and I know about all of them. I also know who the admins are for these sites, and the offending users. You see, IPs are stored when you visit any site, and legal representatives have rightful access to that information. So you’re not REALLY invisible – are you?

Nope.

Remember that.

–  Dana

Here’s another fun, futuristic entry to the Future Spank contest – ‘Wise Choices?’. Enjoy!

– Dana

Wise Choices?

“Make wise choices,” was the last thing my mom said before she stepped into the flying car with my dad. They were going to a luxury resort on Mars, and I had reluctantly agreed to come home from the University of Mars to watch the house over my spring break. Being at home was the last thing I wanted to do, but since I knew my parents would be gone the entire week, I had agreed to do it.
“Yeah, right!” was what I wanted to say. Instead I just looked at her and said “yes, Mom. I will.”
We lived in a sprawling city on the moon, filled with an active nightlife and amazing clubs. I had no intention of just staying home this week!
The door closed behind her, and not even two seconds later, the car flew out of site. I sighed with relief. I loved my parents, really I did, but we’d had a turbulent relationship for years, and I didn’t spend any more time at home than I had to.
I ran inside to my room and changed into my short silver metallic skirt and a sparkly black tank top. I had on knee high black boots to complete my outfit. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and applied a coat of red lipstick.
“That will do nicely.” I grabbed my purse and walked from our complex to the teleport center. I selected Club Nox from the menu, and waited. A second later a rocket transporter appeared. I stepped inside and sat down. Less than a minute later I arrived at the teleport center outside of Club Nox, the hottest night club on the moon. There were touch screen food and drink menus, flashing and color-changing lights, and there was always amazing music.
“Becca!” my best friend Jenny screamed as I walked over. She threw her arms around me. I threw my arms around her and hugged her back. “How’s school?”
“Ugh! It’s hard. I’m behind on my reading and got a B- on my last paper for Intergalaxy Communication,” I sighed. “I just need to blow off some steam this week.”
“Aw, I’m sorry Becca. Is everything okay? It’s not like you to be behind or struggling in classes. You love that stuff!”
“I’m fine,” I lied. “I really don’t want to talk about school right now, Jenny. I just want to have a drink and get out on the dance floor.” Truth be told, everything wasn’t okay. I was struggling in school and had been for awhile. I had turned in a few late assignments, was behind on my reading, and wasn’t doing as well as I normally did on tests. I had lost my usual motivation and drive to succeed, and really didn’t know what to do about it.
“Okay,” Jenny said quietly. “Well, you know I’m around if you want to talk.”
“I know. Thanks, Jenny.”
We walked over to the bar and ordered Electric Cosmopolitans from the menu. My parents didn’t approve of my drinking, but I was old enough and didn’t care what they thought. Besides, they weren’t home. How would they even know?
“Becca!” My friend Jack said walking over to Jenny and I. “Don’t you look like a walking felony! I ought to pull you over my knee and spank you for that short skirt,” he said swatting my bottom with a glint in his eyes.
“That could be fun,” I said with a smile. I hadn’t been spanked in years and was only spanked by Nanny, the robot that took care of my older siblings and me, never by my parents. Maybe that’s why our relationship was so turbulent. I was loved, disciplined, and cared for by a robot more than I was by my parents. I was curious as to what a human hand felt like and what the closeness of that experience might be like.
“Maybe later,” Jack said. “Let’s dance!”
“Okay.” I quickly finished my Cosmo and followed Jack onto the dance floor. I had liked him since we were in high school, and we often spent time together when I was home during school breaks.
Several hours and one more drink later, I knew I should get home. I didn’t have a curfew, as I was way too old for one and my parents weren’t even home to care, but I knew I shouldn’t stay out as late as I often did.
I gave Jenny a hug, and then Jack pulled me close to him and hugged me, followed by a simple, sweet kiss. It was the first time we had kissed and I was on cloud 9.
“Call me when you wake up,” he said walking me to the teleport center.
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll spank you!” he said with a wink and quick, hard swat.
I laughed. “Good night, Jack,” I said as the rocket transporter appeared.
“Good night, Becca,” he said, kissing me again.
I smiled and stepped inside the rocket transporter. I sat down, and less than a minute later I was at the teleport center outside of our complex. I walked slowly towards our house. “What an amazing night!” I thought, smiling again.
As I approached my house, I stopped. I noticed a few lights were on. “I thought I turned everything off…” I said to no one in particular. I hesitated and placed my finger on the finger scanner which unlocked the front door. “Hello?” I called out and hesitantly stepped inside. “Is anyone here?” The door closed behind me automatically, and I suddenly felt trapped.
Only silence greeted me. Then I heard a familiar humming sound that I hadn’t heard in seven or eight years. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, and debated running.
“Miss Rebecca, where on earth have you been, and what are you wearing?! That skirt is entirely too short for a twenty one year old young lady!”
I remained frozen by the door as Nanny moved close to me. I took a deep breath and implored myself to start talking. “I really have nothing to be afraid of! I’m an adult, and did nothing wrong!” I told myself.
“Nanny! What are you doing here? My parents retired you years ago,” was all I could say.
“Yes, when you became too old to need me anymore. Your mother thought you might need some looking after this week, and it appears she was right. Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“It’s one thirty,” I said quietly. “I’m an adult and don’t have a curfew anymore!” I said with more confidence.
“On the contrary, Miss Becca, when your parents programmed me, your curfew was 12:30, so you are an hour late, missy! What happens when you break the rules?”
I couldn’t believe what was happening! When my parents created Nanny’s program, they had created it so any rule violation resulted in a spanking. Bad language further resulted in a mouth soaping. It didn’t matter that I was an adult! I was still subject to the rules that were in place as if I were a child!
“Miss Becca,” Nanny said, gently raising my chin so I would look at her, “what happens when you break the rules?”
“I get spanked,” I said quietly. “This isn’t fair! I’m an adult!”
“I know,” she said gently. “But even adults need a spanking sometimes.” She took me by the arm and guided me to the couch in the living room. I was indignant, but knew from experience that fighting back was useless. Once Nanny’s program recognized that a spanking was earned, a spanking would be given. Any fighting or resisting on my part would only make things worse. “You didn’t answer my question, Miss Becca. Where were you tonight?”
“I went to Club Nox with some of my friends.”
“You’ve been drinking,” Nanny said matter-of-factly.
“Yes. I had a couple Cosmos. I’m old enough, and it’s perfectly legal for me to drink.”
“Yes, but your parents don’t approve.”
“No…” I started. “Please tell me you’re not going to spank me for that!” I was begging now. “It’s not illegal for me to drink. It’s not fair to spank me for that!”
“We’ll see,” Nanny said slowly. “This was a grey area for your parents and there is no programmed punishment for drinking once you’re old enough, only that they don’t like it when you drink.”
I didn’t say anything. Nanny had always been more than fair when it came to punishing me. Nanny took me by the arm and guided me over her lap. I took a deep breath as she slowly began to spank me over my skirt. My skirt barely covered my bottom and really didn’t offer much protection.
Nanny might be a robot, but she looked and acted like a human. She was small, petite, and about five and a half feet tall, only a little taller then I was. She had short, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. I had learned long ago not to underestimate her size though. She had the ability to hold me fast, making any escape an impossibility, and would deliver a harsh spanking when it was warranted.
“This isn’t so bad,” I thought. I knew I would be crying hard long before my punishment was over though. The swats were slow and medium hard to begin with. I felt myself actually relax as I accepted my fate. Even though I was in for much worse, it was almost a relief to be held accountable for something again. I realized that I actually craved the physical discipline that Nanny had so adeptly provided me as I grew up.
“Nanny?” I said slowly.
“Yes, Miss Becca?” she said continuing to spank me as she talked.
I took a deep breath. Even though I knew I would be punished, I knew I needed to tell her about school. I knew the discipline would help me get back on track.
“I’ve been struggling with school lately. I’ve turned in a few late assignments, I’m behind on my reading, and I’m not doing as well as I normally do on tests. I’m not meeting my own expectations.” Nanny didn’t say anything, but flipped up my skirt and delivered several dozen hard and fast swats. I started squirming and cried out in pain. She paused after a few minutes, then started spanking me slow but hard again. “I feel lost, overwhelmed, and am floundering,” I said once I caught my breath again. “I don’t have any motivation, or my usual drive to succeed.”
“Would I be correct in saying that you’re not taking good care of yourself right now? Staying out late, not getting enough sleep, not eating as well as you should, and not exercising enough?”
“Yes, Nanny,” I said quietly.
“You are out of control right now, Miss Becca,” Nanny said rubbing my bottom. “You are wearing clothing that is not becoming of a young lady, drinking, not staying ahead in your classes, and not taking care of yourself in general. Is that correct?”
“Yes, Nanny,” I said quietly.
“I am really going to spank you hard tonight, Rebecca! You clearly need it! You cannot ignore and stop taking care of yourself. That ends tonight!”
“Yes ma’am.” I knew she was right. I truly needed the physical discipline, and always felt better after it was over. “You’re absolutely right. I need the discipline and accountability, and my parents never provided me that, even though there were many times after they retired you that I deserved and needed to be spanked. Why is it that you care about me more than they do? Why am I not worth it to them?” I started crying.
“You are worth it, Becca, and your parents do love you. Your mother re-activated me because she recognized that something was wrong with you and that you needed someone to talk to. Rather than bottle up your emotions, you need to talk to your parents. Holding in your feelings is not healthy and it is hurting you. I won’t tolerate that, Miss Becca!”
“Yes, Nanny.”
Nanny put her hand in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down. I resisted the urge to put my hand back. I knew I needed this spanking, as bad as it was going to be. I instinctively trusted Nanny to spank me as much as I needed and to give me what I deserved.
Without saying a word, she began spanking me hard and fast. I had forgotten how much her “hand” hurt! Within a minute I found myself squirming as the stinging in my bottom built rapidly.
“Hold still, Becca!” Nanny admonished me.
“I’m trying!”
I grabbed onto the seat cushion and held on tight. I buried my head in the cushions as the tears began to fall. I took slow deep breaths, and tried to stay still. I didn’t want to have my arms or legs pinned as Nanny had done so many times before. I already felt helpless as it was. I continued to cry softly and yelped when she delivered several stinging swats to the sit spot, the point where the lower curve of my bottom meets the top of my thighs. I knew I would be feeling this spanking for days every time I sat down, stood up, or pulled my pants on.
By the time Nanny finally paused, my bottom was on fire. “Miss Becca, that skirt of yours is entirely too short and inappropriate for a young woman to be wearing.”
“Nanny, you’ve been retired for years. It’s the fashion and everyone’s wearing them now!”
“You won’t be, by the time I’m through with you, young lady! Your skirts will go past your hands at the very least, and I would prefer if they were longer. Is that understood?”
I didn’t say anything, which was probably the worst thing I could have done in retrospect. I was an adult and there was no way I would let Nanny decide my wardrobe choices! Nanny somehow knew what I was thinking, and began spanking my thighs. Her hand moved quickly down my right thigh then back up again, focusing several stinging swats on the sit spot before moving over to my left thigh. I involuntarily yelped, squirmed, and started crying all over again. My resistance quickly broke down. Once Nanny had thoroughly spanked my left thigh and delivered several more stinging blows to my sit spot, she paused and rested her hand on my back.
“How long will your skirts be, young lady?”
“Past my hands,” I choked out. “Well, at least when I’m at home!” I thought.
“That is correct. And don’t think you can get away with wearing short skirts at school, Miss Rebecca. I’ve communicated with a friend of mine who works at the University of Mars. She will be watching you from now on, and will hold you accountable for your wardrobe choices, as well as for your school work.”
My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“What? Who’s your friend? You’re a robot…” was all I could say.
“Yes, and even robots have friends and the ability to communicate with each other over a charge they have in common, missy!” she said with a quick, hard swat. I yelped, and nearly jumped a foot.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“It’s okay, Becca. My friend is Miss Jones, your Intergalaxy Communication professor.”
“I should have known. You are so much alike!”
“I’ve heard that before. She is concerned about you, and is more than willing to keep an eye on you and hold you accountable.”
I nodded. “I think that would help me stay on track.”
“Yes it will. You’re a bright girl, but need a little guidance and direction.”
“Yes, Nanny.”
“Now, speaking of school. You received a B- on your last Intergalaxy Communication paper, is that correct?”
“Yes ma’am.” I was shocked that she knew things I hadn’t told her after being in storage for seven or eight years, and had clearly communicated with my university professors.
“Was it your best work?”
“No…” I said quietly.
“How do you propose we address this?”
I knew what she wanted me to say. “With the brush,” I said quietly.
“Good, I think so too.” I heard the compartment on her right arm open and watched out of the corner of my eye as the dreaded brush appeared. I braced myself as Nanny tightened her grip around my waist. Nanny had given my bottom enough time to recover so even a medium swat was excruciating. She didn’t need to spank me with all of her strength to get her point across. She didn’t hold back though, and delivered dozens of stinging swats in rapid succession. I squirmed and tried to get away, but her left hand held me tightly against her. The tears were flowing freely and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. My breathing became rapid and shallow, and I was close to hyperventilating when Nanny suddenly stopped. It felt like she had spanked me forever, but in reality it had only been about five minutes, maybe less.
“Breathe, Becca,” she said, gently rubbing my bottom and back. I forced myself to take slow deep breaths and felt myself calm down. “It’s only a spanking. We’re almost done.” I nodded and continued to breathe deeply. “I have the feeling you won’t be falling behind in school any time soon.”
“No ma’am.”
“Becca, there is nothing wrong with a B- if you’ve done your best on your assignment, essay or test. If you haven’t studied or put in the time you should, that’s unacceptable.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Miss Jones is going to check in with you. If you fall behind, or do anything less than your best in any class, she will spank you. Oh, and she can easily tell when you’re lying, just like I can.”
“Yes ma’am,” I said again.
“Now, we still have the matter of you breaking curfew to resolve.”
“Nanny, please. I’ve been punished enough,” I begged.
“I think I’ll be the judge of that, Miss Rebecca. You were an hour late. Do you think you’ve been punished adequately for that?”
The way Nanny phrased the question, I instinctively knew what the answer she expected was. I couldn’t bring myself to admit that I hadn’t been punished enough for breaking curfew and being an hour late yet.
“I’m an adult and haven’t had a curfew in years!” I complained, instead of answering the question. “It’s not fair to spank me for violating a rule I didn’t even know was in place!” It was a logical argument, though I knew my whinny voice wasn’t helping my case.
“That may be, but how many times did you break curfew in high school where you weren’t spanked?”
Ugh! She had me trapped and I knew it. I had absolutely no way to win this argument.
“Too many times to count,” I admitted reluctantly.
“Would you rather be spanked for all those infractions or just for being an hour late tonight?”
“Being an hour late,” I said quietly. I knew the punishment for being an hour late would be way more tolerable than if she calculated how many times I had legitimately broken curfew and how late I had been those times, but hadn’t been punished.
“Good choice. And you broke curfew 14 times and were a total of 4 hours late, by the way.”
“How do you know that?!”
“I can see on the house log when you scanned your finger to enter the house.”
“Oh…” was the only thing I could say. Ugh! Robots were too smart sometimes!
“Instead of punishing you for that, I’m only going to punish you for being an hour late tonight. Is that right?”
“Yes ma’am,” I said quietly.
“Alright then.” I heard the compartment on her right arm open again and watched out of the corner of my eye as the brush went away and the belt came out. She folded it in half so she could administer it with me still held firmly in place over her lap. “You will receive one stroke of the belt for every minute you were late.”
“Yes ma’am,” I said quietly. I hated the belt, but was grateful she hadn’t picked a paddle.
Nanny re-adjusted me and tightened her grip around my waist. I knew she would pin my arms and legs if I interfered with my punishment. I took a deep breath as the first stinging hit landed square on my bottom. “Owww!” I cried out. My bottom was already very sore, and even a medium hard slap of the belt was excruciating. “Breathe, Becca. We still have a ways to go.”
I took slow, deep breaths, and tried to keep count of the strokes. It made it a little easier to cope with the pain. It wasn’t long before I was crying again. The first 20 strokes were paced about 5 seconds apart. She picked up the tempo after that, and I stopped counting after 25 strokes. I was really crying, and prayed that every stroke was the last. A few minutes later it was over, and I was shaking. Nanny gently rubbed my bottom and my back as I calmed down.
“Becca, I may be a robot, but I love you and care about you, and I’m not going to let you give up on yourself or stop taking care of yourself. You are worth it. You have to believe that!” she said soothingly.
“Yes, Nanny.”
Nanny gently pulled up my underwear and patted my bottom. Even that love tap was excruciating and I almost started crying again. Nanny helped me up and guided me towards my room. She pulled out my pajamas. I went to the bathroom and changed. I quickly looked at my bottom in the mirror. It was dark red and peppered with bruises and welts from the brush and belt. It was one of the worst spankings I had ever had, but I felt so much better than I had before the spanking. I got a bunch of lotion and rubbed it into my well spanked bottom. I quickly washed my face and walked to my bedroom. Nanny had turned off my light and pulled back the covers. I handed her my clothes and gave her a long hug before climbing into bed. I winced as my bottom touched the mattress and quickly rolled over onto my stomach, but not before noticing the smile that crossed Nanny’s face. She laughed as she placed my clothes in the laundry hamper where they vanished in an instant. They would be returned to my closet by the time the sun was up. I had no intention of wearing my short silver skirt anytime soon though! Nanny pulled up the covers and sat on my bed, rubbing my back and stroking my hair as she had done many times before. I breathed a contented sigh of relief.
“How do you feel, Becca?”
“Better than I have in a long time. I feel safe. I feel as though a weight has been lifted from my shoulders…Thank you, Nanny. I really needed to be spanked and held accountable for my actions.”
“You’re welcome, Becca…but don’t think for even a minute that you won’t be paddled before the week is over!”
“Stop reading my mind!” I said laughing.
“Oh, Becca. I can’t read minds. I can just read your body language.”
I rolled my eyes. “Would you come back to school with me?” I asked after a minute. “You could visit Miss Jones…and I would like having you around again.”
“I’d like that, Becca. I’d like that very much.” Nanny continued to rub my back and stroked my hair until I fell asleep. I slept more soundly than I had in a long time, and knew that everything was going to be okay. I felt confident in myself again, and was happy with how tonight had turned out, even if it was at the expense of my being able to sit comfortably for a few days!

Sometimes you have no other reason to post a photo than the simple fact that it’s fabulous. I give you such a photo….

You’re welcome.

–  Dana

Sarah Gregory has been updating her site a LOT lately, and, as always, it looks like she’s having a whole lot of fun! Sarah always has a varied cast of both tops and bottoms, and she’s game for giving or taking a spanking – this makes for a really interesting and sexy mix of content on Sarah’s site, and I’m particularly loving these most recent ones.

A few of my recent favorites:

What does a blogger do when she can’t think of a damned thing else to talk about but needs to post something up in order to keep a regular and diverse stream of available content?

With about 75 seconds of research, I’ve come upon Meme.

What is a meme? I had to google it a while back to figure it out. My conclusion: I’m still not sure.

Seemingly, a meme can be anything from a silly captioned photo to a slogan to a list of personal attributes. I’m still a bit stumped on this one, but of late ‘meme’ appears to be the term used for those survey things we used to do on MySpace in the olden days. For the most part, they’re vain and self-serving (two things which I think get a bad rap), but are at the very least an insight into trivial things you may not have otherwise known about a person.

For all the above stated excuses, I give you – ripped from the pages of my friend Erica’s blog – this ridiculous ‘meme’.

–  Dana

The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?
My favorite caller  –  Wrong Number.

When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
My fella returns the cart with 100% efficiency. 

In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?
If you can get me to shut up, I’m a great listener. 

Do you take compliments well?
I never look a gift compliment in the mouth.
 
Are you an active person?
I wouldn’t run if someone were chasing me, but otherwise am generally active.

If abandoned alone in the wilderness, do you survive?
Not for five seconds. I am a complete wimp. First I’d plop down in the middle of the wilderness and cry. Then I’d probably eat something poisonous and croak. (The above answer is Erica’s, but because it is so profoundly succinct I’ve decided to steal it. I, too, would die almost immediately if not sooner.)

Did you ever go to camp as a kid?
Once. I still cannot believe that I was allowed away for that weekend camp, and with good reason. I was SUCH a misbehaver!

What was your favorite game/s as a kid?
Anything that could be played outside and shoeless; preferably involving lawn darts or some other wildly dangerous 1970’s toy.

A sexy person is pursuing you, but you know that he/she is married, would you?
Never.

Are you judgmental?
Yep. Everyone is, about something. I’m judgmental about littering, kicking puppies, shoving old ladies….lotsa stuff, really.

Do you like to pursue or be pursued?
Both.

Use three words to describe yourself.
Intent Upon Contentment

If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind?
Weird question…I’m going with deaf, since ASL is cool.
Are you continuing your education?
I’m always learning, but am not currently paying anyone (with interest) to teach me.

Do you know how to shoot a gun?
Better than you’d think..

How often do you read books?
Every day. (Me too, Erica.)
 
Do you think more about the past, present or future?
I don’t think I think much about the present, because I’m in it and it’s happening. Past and future are probably neck and neck.
 
What is your favorite children’s book?
Where the Wild Things Are 

Where is your ideal house located?
Someplace with grass and big trees and a huge yard with a little garden and three fat chickens.
 
Boxers, briefs, thongs, panties or grannies?
Yes, please.
 
Last person you talked to?
He’s right….here.

Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?
Yep. (Another kindof wasteful meme moment, don’t you think?)
 
What are your keys on your key chain for?
The things a person needs keys for. Duh moment.

Where was the furthest place you traveled today?
Since I arrived home from my most recent trip after midnight, I’d have to say about 1800 miles.

Where is your current pain?
I feel no pain.

Do you like mustard?
Yep.

Do you prefer to sleep or eat?
Eat. Always eat. I can sleep anytime.

Do you look like your mom or dad?
Definitely my dad.

How long does it take you in the shower?
I don’t shower unless I’m in a hotel and don’t want to float in a much-used tub. Otherwise, I’m an hour-long soaker.

What movie do you want to see right now?
I could re-watch Birdcage… 

What did you do for New Year’s?
Went to bed at ten, just like most other nights.

What was the cause of your last accident?
I cannot recall an accident in recent memory. I did once slam into a coworker’s brand new jeep while backing out of my parking space, but that was years ago. 

Readers,

Below is an email, excerpted, I received from one of my playmates. New to the spanking ‘thing’, we all have a lot to learn, but I wanted to share this email for a couple specific reasons.

Not only does my somewhat-new friend now understand the enormous emotional/psychological impact of spanking, but there’s also been a revelation which I, myself, have never before had. Apparently, I’m lucky because I get to, in many cases immediately, take out my frustrations on loved ones when I see them taking part in dangerous or self-harming behaviors. Most folks don’t have the luxury of yanking someone across their lap for a good hard spanking when it’s obviously deserved…

for this I am grateful.

And also for every one of my cool, smart (and smartass), amazing friends and playmates – you all rock!

For the rest of the Newbies out there, why don’t some of you tried-and-true spankos share some of your first-year revelations in the comment box below?

–  Dana

Here’s the original email:

Dear Dana-

As I sit here, with a ridiculously and well deserved sore bottom, I can’t help but to reflect back on our time together last night and throughout the year.

Being new to the “spanko” world has been exhilarating, painful (bc in the beginning, and even now, I found myself in trouble ALL of the time!) and most of all, surprisingly nurturing and loving.

You kind of caught me off guard as I didn’t expect to find a person like you and didn’t even know enough about the spanking world to know that “loving and nurturing” people even existed in the “spanko” world. One tends to read about all the horror stories of their tops and not the other way around. And with that being said, I stand in gratitude that our paths have crossed. I’m blessed that I was caught off guard because I tend to be a tad bit closed off but I’m working on that piece within myself.

Which brings me to the point you so painfully made on my bottom last night-

I totally get it now as to why you had to discipline me in the way you did last night. When you TRULY care for someone, you don’t want them to put themselves in harms way and I realize now, how much I was doing that and most importantly how much you care for me.

Our relationship is completely different than any relationship I’ve ever had, for several reasons but the main reason is because I have given you permission to “correct” behaviors that you see as harmful and, most importantly, I trust you and I know that whatever discipline you give to me is done with love and compassion and is for my own good. And for both of our own good!

You should count yourself lucky that you get to “spank” the people you care about if they are putting themselves in harms way etc. As for me, it isn’t possible to spank such people …(it’s not my dharma) so, all I get is frustrated, let down and riddled with anxiety when people are careless with their lives.

So basically, what I’m trying to say is that last night was like a mirror reflecting back on me. I could see how frustrating it must be for you to care for people who don’t care for themselves AND, I saw that piece within myself. There are tons of people I care about that don’t care about themselves. And it breaks my heart. Reflecting back to you, I don’t want to be that person to YOU. Because I do care about myself.  Your time, energy and love is not wasted on me. I’ve just never slowed down long enough or no one has been able to catch me to point these blind spots out to me. Or perhaps both?

I wish I could say that I’m going to be absolutely perfect from here on out but we both know that ain’t gonna happen! But what I can say and I am committed to doing, is taking much better care of myself than I currently am. And when I slip up, I’m sure you will be there with a firm hand to put me back on the straight and narrow. Ouch!!

Readers,

Well, damn.

What does a girl have to do to avoid yuk winter weather? Huh?

I’ve abstained from the Northeast and Midwest this winter, and done my best to pay close attention to the blue northers which seem to be just about everywhere this year.

So I figured that a trip to Atlanta and Charlotte this month would be doable. (Yes, I know that they had that freak snow in ATL a couple weeks ago, but that was FREAK -meaning : doesn’t happen often.)

If you haven’t figured out the gist of this post : I’m currently sitting in front of my Mac…in Las Vegas. Should’ve flown from Atlanta to Charlotte yesterday, and spent the next two days in lovely CLT. Instead, I took a last-minute, very very VERY expensive flight home from ATL late Monday night. A forecast of ‘ice pellets’ (what the hell is that, anyway?) in Atlanta and 5-8 inches of snow in Charlotte sent this Southern-bred gal right back to the Mojave desert, tootsweet!

Luckily, I had the opportunity to see and enjoy all my favorite friends in Not-hot-lanta, but, alas, have missed my pals in Charlotte. This is only the second time in all my travels that I’ve had to bypass a visit, and I’m torn – as much as I hate the nasty winter weather, I hate (almost) as much to miss seeing my playmates. (I’ll be back soon, you all…promise!)

I should take a moment here to rub in the fact that skies here in Las Vegas are blue, windows are open, and there’s a nice cool breeze…

–  Dana