Spanking Tolerance and the Base Ten System

During a recent spanking I asked for a verbal acknowledgment of the current level of discomort that my bottom was experiencing – a ‘check-in’, so to speak. Unable to properly vocalize this, my spankee was at a bit of a loss. In a follow-up communication I received an excellent question.
 The question was something like: “With no prior experience to build on, how do I determine the difference between, say, a 5 and a 6? What do YOU consider a 5 or 6, and, how do I figure that out?” (Let me interject that the inquirer’s language was much more succinct…)

My reply:  ‘In studying tolerance and ‘rating’, I’ve found that everyone has a different set of factors in determining their 1-10 scale. As we communicate and (both) learn your tolerance and needs, you will come to develop your own system. It is my job to interpret your scale, not the other way around. As your experiences increase, you’ll have more data to decide these nuances.’

I am curious now – how do all of you determine your tolerance? What factors are considered? Strictly pyhsical discomfort, psychological/emotional state, verbal interference, environment? (I understand that the use of a 1-10 scale cannot be interpreted literally, but is a technique that I use occasionally to determine the general comfort/discomfort level of a playmate if it is not immediately apparent.)
Also, do you other spanking tops ever employ a base 10 scale for determining pain, tolerance, or discomfort? If so, how do you relate to the determinations made by your bottoms?  

I am interested in your thoughts on this subject…please reply via the comment box below so that other readers may also benefit from your wisdom.


– Dana

Hospitals and other Medical providers use a pain scale like this one.
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Free your Mind, and your Ass will follow.

It is unusual for me to comment on sessions without request of my playmates, but today’s spanking is an exception to the rule. I don’t spank and tell, so there will be no details, but this particular session bears mentioning.
Why? Because today I had the rare honor of providing a woman with her first ever adult spanking. This lovely and intelligent, grown woman stepped way outside of her comfort zone today – and trusted me enough to go there with her. I was, and am, impressed. 
I am impressed every single time someone manages the mental fortitude to overcome fearing the unknown in order to increase their happiness. Bravo!
And, while I adore my male playmates and their boxers/briefs, pastel full-bottom satin panties were certainly a sight for sore eyes..

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I took several photos during another recent spanking (by request, naturally) and am dismayed to find that the combination of low lighting, dark furniture, and very tan bottom have made them impossible to view. Luckily, this particular boy – who I’ve now seen twice – has the potential to be a long-term playmate…so I will make sure to capture his next spanking properly.

*****

I like being with creative and thoughtful people. Having the opportunity to make the acquaintance of such a diverse group of people is one of the things that I most enjoy about this career(life). I held the first spanking story contest in hopes of getting to know more about the interests and experiences of my fellow spankos…and of giving a spanking, of course. With those goals accomplished (E will receive his ‘prize’ this week – stay tuned), I also was very pleasantly surprised with the creativity and care that the contest inspired.
May’s contest will reflect the certainty that I now have in the ability of my fellow spankos to tickle one another’s fancies (and mine) through creative sharing. I look forward to giving many ‘prizes’ to deserving contest winners in the future. New contest starts May 1.

*****
The computer crisis has ended, gratefully.

– Dana
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NYC-PHL-BOS Travel Update and eek!

Travel dates for my upcoming visit to the east coast are:

New York City – May 13-15th
Philadelphia – May 16th
Boston – May 18 -20th

Session availability is very limited. Email me for scheduling at DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com.

On another note, my Mac is in ICU. I will be posting more Spanking Story Contest entries, photos and free videos, as well as May’s contest details as soon as it is up and running again.

– Dana

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No News is Good News

I will be taking a much needed and oft-postponed week off to catch up with relatives and friends this week, and will be unable (or unwilling) to post new blogs until April 19th. 
Until then, amuse yourselves with the free videos you’ll find on the sidebar to the right; re-read all the wonderfully written spanking story contest entries which have been posted thus far; fill out the Spanking Preferences Survey, also found on the sidebar to the right; and take a look at all the other great spanking content available in my blogroll.

I will leave you for the week with an after-photo from my most recent video ‘Do you feel Cute now?’

Yes, that is him…sprawled on the floor, and feeling much more contrite.


-Dana

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The First 108

I have received 108 responses to the ‘Spanking Preferences Survey’ to date. Thanks to all who have taken the time to participate thus far. 
Here are some of the statistics from the first 108 responses – see how you compare to other spankos.


* For the question “How would you categorize your Spanko Status?”, thirty-nine percent (39%) chose “I participate occasionally in spanking with a play partner.”; eighteen percent (18%) of respondents selected “I am an active lifestyle spanko.”; “I am in a domestic discipline relationship.” and “I participate in spanking occasionally with my relationship partner.” both scored seventeen percent (17%);  only six percent (6%) selected “I am an inactive spanko..”.


* “Let’s discuss scolding” shows less diversity, with fifty-two percent (52%) of respondents preferring lots of scolding, thirty-nine percent (39%) who prefer some, and only eight percent (8%) who don’t care for talk during spankings.


*Percentage of respondents for the question “Rate yourself on the sensitivity scale.”:
3-4      2%
5-6     26%
7-8     51%
9-10   21%

If you haven’t responded yet, follow the link above.
– Dana

DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com


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New Video Teaser – Screenshot

Here is a screenshot from the the new f/m spanking video I just made. I will post the full video soon.

“Dana
Contemplating his punishment.

‘This should have been a fun, non-disciplinary spanking. It turned into punishment for a smart-ass.’
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Travel, Mentions, and Next Month’s Contest

©Dana Kane

Travel dates for New York City (May 13-15), Philadelphia (May 16&17) and Boston (May 19&20) are fast approaching, and availability is already limited. Email me for details and scheduling. DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com

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The dates are set for the Tampa Tanners ‘Back-to-School’ Bash. Join me in Tampa, Florida, August 19-21, for what is building up to be a great new group of spankos. Take a look at their blog for more information on upcoming events: tampatannersnews.blogspot.com/.
I will be extending my visit to Florida, remaining a bit in Tampa then on to Miami and Orlando. Appointments in these cities will be limited, naturally. Email me for details.

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 Previously, I’ve taken a minute to thank the handful of top referrers to my blog – here.
I would like to take that same time now for some of the other bloggers who have sent readers my way. Thank you:

Audrey Knight at Spanking360.com
NaughtyDen at SpankedHusband 
Marqe at Marque’s Study 

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*  Unfortunately, I will not be sharing some of the wonderful stories which I received during the Spanking Story Contest. Although this is disappointing, I choose not to publish content which depicts characters under legal age, precluding some of the submitted works. To avoid this disappointment in future, I will restrict submissions to adult (18+) experiences only.

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While on the subject of contests…



The Spanking Story Contest was so thoroughly enjoyable (you are quite the talented writers, gentlemen) that I have decided to concoct these little contests regularly. They won’t all be story-writing contests, but you will always be required to use your imagination and the winner will always receive a free spanking session as reward.

The next contest will begin on May 1st.
There will be no hints.

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Today’s F/M Spanking Story – Punished Cheater

 This story is another of my favorites from the Spanking Story Contest, but it’s no ‘short’ story. Grab a cup of coffee, get comfortable, and enjoy.    (Be sure to click on ‘Read More‘ at the end of the visible post for the full story.)        – Dana

©Dana Kane

Discovering Adult Spanking  

    
      After school there were no more women to spank me and keep
my male behaviors in check when I acted like a fool. I found myself
getting into so much trouble, drinking, smoking pot, but there were
no strong women around to set me straight. My girlfriends were not
dominant, they always deferred to me rather than standing up to me
forcing me to face my misbehavior. Secretly I wished I’d find a
woman that would take me over her knee and use her hairbrush on
my bottom. I would hint to girl friends that maybe I needed a
spanking or I would give them a spanking hoping they would turn
the tables on me and spank me but soon I would find myself looking
again for another women hoping that this time I’d find the one I
needed.
      I have been married twice the first one ended in divorce because
we had grown into different people, we were too young and I was
still looking for a strong women that would put me in my place and
she wasn’t the one. I cheated on her as well, I had sex with three
women I didn’t care if it hurt her I just wanted the sex this just
showed how much I needed to be taken by the ear and marched
into the bedroom for a good long spanking.
      After several more women I married a lovely woman who
was tough but never came close to spanking me, I had given up
on finding a disciplinarian. Then came the Internet and oh my God
 there were spankers all over the place! I soon found myself
spending way too much time on spanking web sites and message
boards looking for a woman to spank me. At last I found her she
called herself Strict Nanny. We sent emails and talked on the phone
about my needs and why I wanted, no, needed a spanking. She
wanted to know all about how I was punished as a boy and why I
felt the way I did about dominant women. I was very excited about
the prospect that she would spank me someday and I was scared
as well that I might get caught by my wife and of course about how
much it would hurt. Like everyone else I couldn’t really remember
how much a spanking hurts but I did remember how much I had cried
as a boy when my mom spanked me with her hairbrush and
SN had been very clear that if she spanked me it would be real
and very painful. I knew I needed this but I was scared to commit to it
for so many reasons. What if my wife found out? What if it hurt so
much I couldn’t sit down or my wife saw the marks on my bottom?
What if they found out at work that I liked to be spanked?
      Each time we talked she would dig deeper into my past wanting
to know the deep down reason I wanted to be punished it took a long
time before I admitted I’d cheated on my first wife I was afraid to
admit to SN that I had done that because I knew what a pig
 it would make me in her eyes and I was apprehensive that she
might decide not to spank me. But she didn’t get mad when I told her
she just said, “D, I am very disappointed in you.” Believe it
or not her saying that almost made me cry I felt so bad because I
really had felt guilty about this for years.
      As the weeks went on I would read her emails telling me what
to expect if I were to be spanked by her and I got very sexually aroused. 


I knew this was wrong I was going to be punished I shouldn’t get
aroused by the thought of that but it didn’t matter every time I read an
email or talked with her on the phone about how I would be spanked
I was aroused, and she knew it. One time right in the middle of our
conversation she asked, “Are you hard right now?” I was so
embarrassed I said no but she knew I was. She told me, “Don’t be
embarrassed D, most men are aroused by the idea of a spanking
from a women but understand this mister, you won’t be hard for very
long once I start spanking you!” That sent a chill down my spine; I
told her I had to go and hungup. 
      It took me over a month to over come my fears, well push them
to the back of my mind is maybe a better way to put it, and make the
call I knew I had to make. I was so scared asking her to please
punish me for my past misbehavior. She had told me early on that
if I wanted her to punish me like a little boy she had to be in control
just like my mom was. That meant once I asked for her to spank
me I could not chicken out, I would have to show up when told to
and I would have to take my punishment, no changing my mind.
I had to give up all control and that meant I had to give her my home
address and home phone number, if I didn’t show up for my spanking
she would call my wife and tell her all about it; if I didn’t let her
finish my spanking and left early she would call my wife. When she
first told me this I felt my tummy do the kind of flip flops I
remembered having when my mom would tell me I was going to
get a spanking this was when I knew I had found the right women
to spank me after all these years.
      I made the call and gave her my address and phone number and
then I had to wait for her to check the information to be sure I hadn’t
lied. Every time the phone rang I was scared that it would be her
calling my wife to tell her what I was up to. Then three days later
the phone rang, I answered it and it was her voice, “Hello may I
speak to the lady of the house please?” My wife was standing right
next to me I had to give it to her. They talked for a short while then
my wife hung up the phone I asked who it was and she said, “Oh
just someone trying to sell me another women’s magazine.” Oh
man I had almost peed my pants, I had felt like a little boy thinking
my teacher had called to tell my mom I been a bad boy in class.
Now waiting for her call to tell me when I would get spanked
made me feel like a little boy waiting for mom to get home to spank
me.
      The next day she called my cell phone with the date and time I
had to show up for my spanking; she made it very clear that I had
better show up or my wife would get a phone call from her, I knew
this was not an idle threat.
      She told me, “D, I know how much you really need this
and that is why I am making sure you show up I hope you
understand that.” I did understand but man was I getting scared.
I was to report for my spanking the next day at 12 o’clock sharp and
not a minute late. She then began to scold me over the phone about
the reasons I needed to be spanked. She told me that what I needed
to be punished for the most was my poor treatment of women in
my past especially my ex-wife. She had scolded me on the phone
several times over the last month, about what a pig I had been to
several of my past girl friends and how she was going to make
sure that after she was done spanking me I would remember every
time I sat down what a bad boy I had been. In the past I had not
taken the scolding very seriously but now knowing I had to report
tomorrow to be spanked or my wife would find out I was really
scared and I almost started to cry. I think that made her happy
because she kept scolding me and telling me how much the spanking
was going to hurt I did start to whimper and say, “I’m sorry I really
 am sorry.”
      That night I found it very hard to fall asleep I kept tossing and
turning, all I could think about was the spanking I was going to get
the next day and for once I was not sexually aroused. The next day
was a Saturday, I had told my wife I had to go in to work for some
overtime I hated to lie to her but I couldn’t tell her I was going to get
a spanking. I went to my shop and waited for the fateful hour to
approach. I went on line and watched spanking videos of men being
spanked by dominant women but somehow I just knew my
spanking was going to be much more real than what I was seeing
on the Internet. I was so into surfing, maybe to try and forget
want was about to happen, that I didn’t notice the time when I did
I realized I was going to be late! I ran to my car and speed down
the freeway to try and get there on time I was doing 90 at times
I was lucky I didn’t get stopped by a police officer.
      Arriving at 12:05 I heard the sound of someone getting a
spanking from the other side of the door, I felt relived she
wouldn’t care I was a little late, I knocked on the door. The spanking
sounds stopped but I could still hear someone crying, the door
opened and I saw SN for the first time. She was about
a foot taller than me and looked strong. She wore a housedress
with an apron, here hair was up in a very tight bun; it was like
looking at a mom from my boyhood.
      “You’re late young man! Get in her now!” She didn’t yell she
was just very firm, she was holding a hairbrush in her right hand.
I went inside and saw a man about twenty-five naked standing in
a corner with a very red bottom crying.
      “You know you were to be here at 12 O’clock there is no excuse
for tardiness young man you will receive extra for being late.” She
stood with both hands on her hips.
      “Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry.” I was looking at the floor afraid to
look at her face, I felt like a 12-year-old.
      “I am almost finished with J and then we will deal with
you, go into that room,” she pointed to a room on the other side of
the room we were in, “You will stand in the far corner with you
hands on your head and think about the spanking you are about to
get, now move!” I ran into the room and found the corner; standing
there I listened to the rest of J’s spanking and found myself
getting very scared. I was really taken back to High School, I
remembered sitting outside the coach’s office while he paddled
another boy knowing I was to be next. J was really crying
hard and the sound of the hairbrush spanking his bottom was really
scary I kept asking myself ‘what am I doing here why did I ask her
to spank me?’ The longer I stood in that corner the more I wanted
to run away but I knew if I did she’d call my wife.
      J’s spanking stopped and all I heard for awhile was him
crying then he came into the room I was in and got dressed still
whimpering and then he left, I heard the front door close and SN
walking around the other room but she didn’t call me or
come into my room she just left me standing in the corner waiting
and getting more anxious by the minute.
      She left me there for twenty minutes by the time she came into
the room I was ready to try and talk her out of spanking me just
like I did as a boy.
      “Please I don’t want a spanking anymore I’m sorry please.”
I begged.
      “D we both know how much you need this don’t we
young man?” Her voice was so smoothing like a loving mom.
      “Yes, but I’m really scared I didn’t think it would be this
scary please don’t spank me.”
      She came over to me and gently stroked my hair ***
 and said, “D you are going to get a spanking and that is final.
It is going to hurt a lot and you will feel it for several days. I think
you will cry like a baby but after you will feel so much better. Now
no more argument you know I will call you wife and tell her all about
her naughty boy if you don’t take the spanking you asked for.”
      “Yes Ma’am.” I knew I had to take it and deep down inside I
knew I wanted and needed it.
      “Well then let’s get started come with me young man.” She took
me by my right ear and marched me to the bedroom that looked like
a boy’s bedroom. She sat on the bed and had me knell in front of her
as she began to scold me about my treatment of women and asked,
“What did you tell your wife you were doing today?”
      “I lied to her and told her I had to go to work, Ma’am.”
      “So even on the day you knew you were going to be spanked
for treating women badly you lied to you wife!” I could see the
disappointment in her eyes and it hurt.
      “Why were you late?”
      “I, well I,ah..”
      “Tell me why you were late young man!”
      “I was watching men getting spankings on the Internet and lost
track of time, Ma’am.”
      “So knowing now important it was to be here on time you just
couldn’t pull yourself away from the Internet, did you drive recklessly
getting here?”
      “Yes Ma’am I was speeding.”
      “So if you hadn’t been speeding you would have been even later!”
      “Yes Ma’am I am so sorry.”
      “How fast were you going?”
      “Ninety Ma’am.”
      “Well that will cost you extra, let’s say one for every mile per
hour over the limit that’s how much young man?”
      “Ah, twenty-five, Ma’am.”
      And for being late that will cost you five for each minute how
many is that?”
      “Twenty-five Ma’am.”
      “So after your punishment spanking you will get fifty extra spanks,
I think I will use my spanking paddle for that.” I was starting to feel
tears in the corners of my eyes.
      “Take off you shoes and socks!” I removed them and then she had
me stand in front of her with my hands on my head. My belt was
un-buckled, my pants were un-zipped and pulled down I was told to
step out of them. Then she stood up and removed my shirt now I
stood in only my white Jockey shorts. She pulled me over her lap
and gently rubbed my bottom and scolded me some more and then
without any notice she began to spank me, hard. I felt the first slap
right across the middle of my bottom and it sent a flash of pain
straight up my whole body. It didn’t really hurt that much at first as she
worked from one side to the other and right in the middle. But in a very
short time the sting began to build and build until I was starting to
wiggle and kick my legs. I could feel the heat building up and I knew
this was going to really hurt very soon.
      Just as I was starting to make some noise, I had tried to stay
stoic and take it like a man but I was starting to yelp a little, she
stopped and stood me up. While pulling my underpants down
she scolded me, “D you have treated women very badly
young man and I will not stand for that!”
      “I’m sorry Ma’am really I am.”
      “Please, who do you think you are fooling young man! I
haven’t even made you bottom very pink yet. You will be sorry,
very sorry by the time I am done!” Then I was pulled over her left
leg and pinned down with her right leg. I knew the real spanking
was about to start. She took my right arm and pinned it behind my
back making sure I wasn’t going anywhere until she decided I
would and then picking up her hairbrush she began to give the
hardest spanking of my life.
      As the brush spanked my bottom the burning and stinging just
keep building until it reached a point I could control myself any longer.
I was yelling and crying out for her to stop and saying how sorry
I was and please I’ll never do it again, all the things every little boy s
ays to try and get mommy to stop spanking him but to no avail the
brush just keep burning my bottom. When the yelling didn’t work I
then tried to kick and wiggle and squirm my way out of her grasp
but she held me firm and only spanked harder. At last all I could do
was cry and cry I did, big fat wet tears burst from my eyes and I felt
my nose running like a little boy.
      She kept spanking me and scolding me for what felt like hours
when at last she stopped there was a puddle of my tears on the floor.
      “Now for you extra spanks young man,” She put the hairbrush
down and picked up a paddle with holes in it like my dad used on me.
      “Fifty extra isn’t that right young man?”
      Still crying I said, “Please Ma’am no more please my butt hurts
too much!”
      With a very gentle voice she said, “Now D this is a
spanking we both know it has to hurt or it won’t do any good.” Then
she began to paddle me and within a few swats I was crying again.
      When at last the paddling was finished I was stood up, I tried to
rub my bottom but was told if I did I’d get the paddle again. Then I
was marched to a corner and told to stand there with my hands on my
head.  After I started to calm down she told me she
still had a very special punishment in store for me.
      Through my tears I asked her, “What punishment?”
      She stood next to me and touched my hair gently saying, “We
both know that your main source of guilt is from cheating on your
 ex-wife don’t we?”
      “I guess so, Ma’am”
      “I think there is more, have you cheated on you current wife?
Is that why you feel so guilty D?”
      “No Ma’am I haven’t.”
      “Really so you feel all this guilt because you cheated on an
ex, I am going to cane you D.”
      I had seen videos of boys getting the cane in English schools,
“Like in English schools? I have seen movie clips of that.”
      “Yes, well in the movies they don’t really cane the boys for real;
believe me you are going to get a real caning young man, six strokes
for each woman that you cheated on your ex with.”
      I did know what to say I had no frame of reference I had no
idea how much a cane might hurt. It couldn’t hurt more than the
hairbrush and paddle could it? “Ok I guess if you think I need that
but do I really need that my butt, I mean my bottom really hurts a
lot now and I..” I started to cry again. I was left in the corner for
maybe ten minutes to think about the caning I was going to get
soon, the whole time my bottom throbbed with pain and I just
couldn’t imagine it hurting any more.
      She took me by the ear again and marched me to a different room
 with benches, a cross thing and other, I guess spanking furniture;
I was told to bend over this bench that had restraints for the arms and
legs.
      “No I won’t do it my butt hurts too much!” I said.
      She didn’t say a word she just put the phone on speaker and
dialed my home, I heard my wife’s answer and before SN
could say anything I was bent over the bench.
      “Oh I’m sorry wrong number, sorry again bye.” Then she hung
up the phone.
      “You made the right choice D you know you need this
don’t you?”
      “Sure I guess whatever.” Damn I was sounding like a surly
teenager!
      “It is just that attitude that made you mistreat women all these
years young man I am going to help you over come it,” Then she
fastened the restraints around my wrists and ankles. I was bent was
over with my bottom up very high and spread wide apart. The cool
breeze I felt against my hot sore bottom helped a little to cool the fire
but I didn’t think it would help for long.
      “Normally a young man would be expected to take his caning
without restraint but you, D, are a boy who hasn’t learned
self-discipline. That is why you cheated on your wife and why you
treated all your past lovers as pieces of meat only there to please you.
Well what do you have to say for your self?” She slapped my bottom.
      “Please Ma’am I’m so sorry really I understand what you are saying
and know I have been bad that’s why I wanted a spanking but really I
think I have had enough I know I will do better, please?”
      “Really D? You are still trying to talk your way out of
your punishment like a little boy? We still have work to do young
man.
      Then she went to the wall and pick out a cane and swished it
through the air, the sound it made caused me to tense up my whole
body I sensed this was really going to hurt.
      “Please Ma’am please don’t do it!”
      Then I felt the cane gentle taping at my bottom as she took aim
just below my tail bone about one inch below the top of my bottom
crack.
      I heard the sound of the cane swish through the air and then
felt a deep sting right across my bottom at first I thought that wasn’t
too bad and then I felt this pain begin to build up deep inside my
bottom and it just kept growing as the next stroke landed just below
the first. I heard a yell and realized it was from me I pulled against
the straps but couldn’t move an inch. The next one landed below
the last and again I yelled and tears ran freely again.
      After the sixth stroke she asked, “What was the name of the
first woman you cheated on your ex with?”
      Trying to answer while crying was hard but I said, “K,
Ma’am.”
      “Well then we have taken care of K now who was the
second?”
      “Ah, that was D Ma’am she was a friend of ours.”
      “Then these are for D,” And again the cane bit into my
bottom with a fire and deep burning hurt, each stroke a little further
down my bottom soon my whole bottom would be destroyed. I was
crying so hard now and begging her to stop apologizing for my cheating
with every stroke.
      “It’s not me you need to apologize to young man it is your ex-wife!”
      The last stroke landed just above my sit spot and I knew the next
set would land on the most sensitive part of by bottom.
      “Now what was the name of the last woman you cheated on you
ex with D?”
      I was crying so hard I couldn’t talk only crying blather sounds
came out.
      “D I want her name please!”
      I finally said, “I can’t remember her name it was just some one night stand.”
      “IS THAT SO! You cheated on your wife with a woman and you
don’t even remember her name! This is really going to hurt young man!”
      Then I felt the cane again on the softest part of my bottom and she
was swinging it a lot harder I was crying out in such pain after each stroke
and all through it she was scolding me.
      “You are such a pig! You cheat on your wife with a friend, someone
she knows and then you cheat with a woman you don’t even know
her name. I bet you never asked!
      “I tried to say I was sorry but nothing came out but crying.”
      Then she said this, “Tell me the truth D, have you cheated on
you current wife?”
      And the cane smashed against the very center of my sit spot I
screamed out, “YES I HAVE I’m SO SORRY!”
      “I knew it! I could just tell you were a cheating pig! You are
getting twelve extra for that D!”
      She was right I was a cheating pig, I felt so bad about cheating on
my wife and I knew I deserved any amount of punishment Strict Nanny
gave me. She gave me the extra strokes down the rest of my bottom and
onto the back of my legs then finished by crossing all the other cuts.
      I was left to cry on the bench and to think about my behavior for a
long time. By the time she came back to let me loose I had stopped crying.
Even though I was in a great deal of pain I felt good, I know some of
the high was from the endorphins but most of it was from the guilt
being lifted from me. I felt I had been punished for my behavior and
for some reason I felt better now.
      “Thank you Ma’am I really needed to be seriously punished. I
know I have been a pig and will try to do better.”
      “Good I hope you do I think the first thing you need to do is
never cheat on you wife again!”
      “I know I only did it once about a year ago and I felt real bad
after I didn’t even enjoy the sex.”
      “My guess is she didn’t enjoy it as well. You also should admit
to you ex what you did I think you will feel much better if you do I
understand about not wanting to tell you current wife but someday
you better find a way before she figures it out. I bet she already thinks
you did women can just tell when their man is a cheating pig.”
      Then she gently rubbed some lotion on my sore bottom and told
me my cuts would take several weeks to heal and that I’d be
remembering this day for a long time to come. When it was time to
get dressed she gave me a pair of the frilliest pink girl’s panties to wear.
      “I want you to wear theses as a reminder to be a good boy around
 women. Anytime you start to find yourself acting like a pig you put them
on understand D?”
      “Yes Ma’am.”
      That was the first time SN spanked me but not the last
she called me several times over the next year telling me to report to
her for a spanking always with the knowledge that if I didn’t show
up my wife would get a phone call or letter, I always showed up
.

(Note: This story is edited. The asterisks are mine.      – Dana)

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Excellent F/M Spanking Story

There are still so many great Spanking Stories to share with you – this is another example of excellent reader-submitted F/M Spanking. Enjoy!  
(Make sure to click ‘Read More’ for the entire story when you get to the bottom of the visible post.) – Dana Kane

I’m one of those people who have been into spanking ever
since I hit puberty.  I spent years making myself crazy,
feeling guilty about my interests, trying to figure out why
I was so into spanking and being spanked and futile
attempts to “cure myself.”  
Imagine my delight when I discovered *** *** and
their annual parties that began here in *** ***. 
I was really too shy at first to do more than watch and yearn
to be spanked. 
But at one of the early parties, I met this switchy woman
from *** *** named L who loved doing role play. 
Her energy and demeanor were so wonderfully innocent
and child-like, even when she was topping (she really knew
how to turn a naughty boy’s bottom beet red), that it really
felt like two kids playing.  All of a sudden, I realized
that I could just relax and enjoy my spanking experiences
for what they were.
As much as I loved playing with L, I was still yearning
for the kind of spanking that would bring me to tears like
a little boy.  That came a few years later when I met J
on Prodigy, an early competitor to AOL.  When we met,
J had no RL experience giving or receiving spankings. 
But she was an enthusiastic student and for quite a while,
we would meet at least once a month to spank each other.
A typical session would begin with me peeled down to my
briefs as I lay across her bare thighs.  She liked to start things
off by spanking my cotton clad bottom, periodically slipping
her hand through the leg band to feel the warmth she was
generating.  Soon enough, the instruction came to lift my
 hips so she could not just lower my underpants, but slide
them down my legs until they were at my ankles.


It only took a few sessions for J to learn how to effectively
use her hand on my bare bottom.  Those slaps had quite a
sting to them.  But I have a tough hide, especially emotionally. 
So after a good 15 minutes or more of solid hand spanking,
she would put me in the corner to “stew in my own juices,”
as she liked to say.  Even though Corner Time was usually
less than 15 minutes, it always felt infinitely longer and had
the result of getting me deeper and deeper into a space of
surrender in anticipation of the next phase of my spanking,
which was began with her hand and progressed to this very
wicked, short handled bath brush that I dubbed the
“heavy artillery.” 
That brush had me squirming like crazy across her lap,
but in this phase of the spanking, although my emotional
walls were weakening, they weren’t down enough yet for
my tears to come.  For that, I needed to spend more time in
the corner with my red and increasingly tender bottom on
display before going over her lap for one final assault.
For the third phase of my spanking, J just went right to
the brush.  Even though she was causing me great pain in
my bottom, I could feel her love and concern for me just
flowing out, which in turn helped me feel safe enough to
finally let go and cry.  “It’s OK, sweetie,” she would gently
say as she continued to not only spank, but actually spank
harder and faster.  “Just let it all out.  You can do it.”  It
didn’t take much longer to get me bawling, all the time she
spanked with one hand, while rubbing my back with the
other.  At the end of the spanking, she just held me in her lap.
After I recovered sufficiently, it was her turn to go over my
lap for a very similar bit of OTK therapy.  Then when she
recovered, usually after a brief post-spanking nap, I would
get the second three-part spanking of the day, followed by
her second spanking  With each subsequent spanking of the
day, my tears would flow sooner and more freely and deeply. 
Those spankings gave me a much needed cathartic emotional
release, which we teasingly referred to as “emotional enemas.”
I still both smile and rub my bottom at their memory.

(Dana’s note: The asterisks are my edits – I have also edited some names for privacy.)

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F/M Spanking Story – Dana Kane Contest Entry

*** was a single woman , a gym teacher who had
recently retired after twenty years. She lived alone
in a large Victorian home in a small town in northern california.

She was a very strict woman and my first day living
with her laid out her rules and regulations.
Immediately I began breaking every rule. She said
nothing merely grinned and told me
that I would regret my behavior.

After about a month the principal called her to
school. I had been caught cutting class and was
discovered drinking beer with two other guys,
in the woods not far from the school. I was given
a warning if I did anything else wrong I would be
expelled. She said nothing to me on the way home
but the minute we got in the house
she ordered me to go and wait for her in
the living room.

I stood defiant in the middle of the room waiting
for her return. To be honest I had never been
so nervous. When she returned to the room she had
a razor strop in hand.
Very quietly she ordered me to bend over the back
of the sofa . I did what I was told.

I was shaking and trying hard not to show my fear. 
After what seemed an eternity she spoke and in
a no nonsense voice ordered me to lower my jeans.
I hesitated for only a moment, but it was a moment
too long. I felt the leather hit my hand as
I tried to lower my jeans. I cried out but had
my jeans around my ankles in moments.
Almost immeadiately i felt the strop hit my ass
and upper thigh. I was grateful that my cotton
boxer shorts softened the sting of the thick
leather strop. I managed to take the first ten
swats, without a whimper.  ***, paused and for a
moment I thought I was home safe.

“Drop the boxers now so we can finish up” 
she said quietly. I felt blood running to
my cheeks but fear had me drop the boxers. Moments
later, i felt the strop hit my buttocks. I
truly have no idea how many swats she delivered
before I broke into tears, but I was sobbing.
When she finally stopped she came over and pulled
me by the back of my neck to the corner of the
room where i remained till it was dinner time.

That night at supper it was embarrassing to sit
across from *** but she acted as if nothing had
happened. As I cleared the dishes from the table
in a quiet tone she said ” Next time it will be twice
as hard. ” I swore there would never be a next
time.


but i was wrong.

(Dana’s Note: This story is exerpted. The asterisks 
are my edits.)

I hope that my readers are enjoying the Spanking Stories as much as I have. Check back often – there are lots more to read.

-Dana Kane 

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With that in mind, my friends at Paddles and Panties designed this teeny yet evil ABS Traveler paddle and a stinger favorite of mine, The Rule.
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-Dana
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F/M Spanking Story – Dana Kane’s Spanking Story Contest Entry



Here is another great entry from the Spanking Story Contest –
I will be posting all the stories from the contest throughout the month of April –
dozens of excellent, reader-submitted F/M Spanking Stories.    
-Dana

This is a story I wrote about the only time my girlfriend, M,
(now my ex) spanked me in front of someone else:

M’S VISITOR

I used to date a woman named M who was the kind of person
who liked to take charge.  In a conversation with her one
night about how we were punished growing up,
I revealed to her that I used to get spanked by my Aunt (***)
  To make a long story short, when Mary saw how
respectful I was to my Aunt even as an adult, she decided that
 it wouldn’t be such a bad idea if she spanked me when I deserved it,

It was about eight o’clock p.m. on a weekday, and I was waiting in
my studio apartment for M to come over, with both anticipation
and dread.  In a telephone conversation the night before, we had
some silly argument about where to go on vacation, and M became
quite perturbed, but I thought I avoided a spanking because the
conversation ended with our agreeing to meet for lunch (we worked about
10 blocks away from each other).  M also said she would spend the
night at my apartment.  But for some reason, I didn’t put the lunch
date in my calendar, and I totally forgot to meet her.  I
realized this when I got a message from her at about
five p.m., letting me know that I stood her up for lunch. 
She said she was going out with friends for dinner and drinks,
and that when she came over that evening, as she so eloquently
put it, “the back of my hairbrush and your bare butt are going to
get up close and personal.”

At about ten p.m., the doorman rang my buzzer to let me know I
had visitors.  I thought I had misheard because, of course,
I was only expecting my girlfriend, but then when I opened
the door, I saw both M and her close friend, S.  When
they came inside, both slightly buzzed with the scent of
alluring perfume, cigarette smoke and cocktails, I kissed M
warmly on the lips, and gave S a peck on the cheek.  M said,
“I thought I would bring S over for a nightcap,” and
she asked me to open a bottle of wine.  I always felt a
little funny around S because I knew she disciplined her husband
by spanking and by other means, plus I knew that M has told her
everything about our disciplinary relationship.  In
fact, S helped M pick out the paddle style hairbrush she uses on me. 
Just as unsettling was the fact that S is gorgeous, with her
beautiful Scandinavian complexion, long straight blond hair,
bright blue eyes, and athletic lithe body.  More than once,
M spanked me because she caught me staring at S.  The fact
that she’s a lawyer who works in a high-powered
corporate firm, who on that evening was wearing a perfectly tailored
charcoal business suit, the skirt of which stopped well short
of her knees, only added to the appeal.

After I poured the wine, I wondered if M (who looked incredible
herself, in her navy blue tank top with matching jacket,
and tight designer jeans), forgot about my spanking, or whether
she was just waiting for S to leave.  When we finished
our glasses of wine, M suddenly said, “OK, you know we have some
business to attend to.  I will not tolerate you arguing with me
about silly things.  But, what has earned you a date with my
hairbrush was how you stood me up for lunch.  How many times
have I told you to write thinks like that down, so you don’t
forget?  Get ready for your punishment.”

I looked over at S, felt myself blush, and said to M, “aren’t
you going to wait until S leaves.”  S pretended to look at
the books on my bookshelf.  M responded, “You know S knows all
about this aspect of our relationship, and how, in fact, she
was instrumental to my learning how to become your disciplinarian. 
You also know that she disciplines her husband the same
way, and quite a bit more severely at that.  I won’t ask you again.”

The room had just got much warmer, and my throat tightened up,
but, as is the routine when I was about to be corrected by M,
I stripped to my underpants and waited by the foot of the bed. 
I was hoping beyond hope that before M removed my
last garment of clothing and pulled me over her lap, she would ask
S to leave so that she could punish me privately.  But nothing doing. 
M sat in front of me on the bed, and repeated why she was going
to spank me.  She added to the list the fact that my apartment
was messy.  “I didn’t know you would bring a guest!” I said,
but M explained that it was too messy for her, guest or not.

As I faced her and away from S, she pulled down my briefs and
I stepped out of them.  “Now bring my my hairbrush, it’s in
my purse” said M in her sternest voice.  As I turned just my
head around, I saw that her purse was on the small table
next to the easy chair where S was seated.  “But M!” I started
to plead.

“I told you to get my brush.  Do I need to repeat myself again?” 
M said this in such a tone of voice that I knew I would be
very sorry if I defied her.  I quickly turned around with my
hands over my privates, practically ran to her purse, reached
in it to get the brush (with one hand still covering myself
as best I could) and returned to M.  I avoided making any
eye contact with S, but I could almost feel her eyes on me. 
I handed M the brush and she pulled me over her lap.  I
looked over towards S, and saw her stand up and come closer
so she could get a better view. 

M began her spanking and I knew she was showing off to S
because she spanked with particular zeal.  Instead of alternating
buttocks, which is how she usually spanks, she smacked each
cheek ten times hard.  Then she started alternating. 
“Now[SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK], not only did you
argue with me on the phone [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK],
but I just won’t tolerate you not writing down our lunch
appointment [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK], and
you standing me up [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK].  And then I come over [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK] to find your apartment a mess [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK] made more embarrassing [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK] by the fact that S is with me [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK]. 
Am I getting through to you? [SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK]. 
A pause of about 10 seconds, then approximately another ten
to each cheek.  This was most she had ever lectured during
any spanking up through that time.

During the first twenty, I gritted my teeth and took my
punishment silently not wanting to be embarrassed in front of
S, but when she started lecturing me with
the swatting in between, it just was too painful, and I howled
and begged her to stop.  After the final 20 swats, I was bawling,
and I assured her repeatedly that she had gotten through to me. 
Of course I promised her I wouldn’t argue with her
anymore, would never stand her up again, and would keep my apartment
clean — anything to stop her wicked hairbrush from descending
again and again on my incredibly sore butt.

She ordered me to get off her lap, return her brush to her purse,
and to stand in the corner with my hands clasped on top of my head. 
S, who was standing right behind me, said to M, “look how red
you’ve made his cute little bottom!  To me,
there’s nothing quite like a freshly spanked male ass!”  I’m so
proud of you M. What an effective disciplinarian you are.” 

Through my pain and tears, I heard M say thanks, and they
started talking about something else as if I weren’t in the room. 
“Well at least,” I thought, “S isn’t focused on me and seems to
have forgotten about me.”  S, who had returned to the chair she
was sitting in before, then said, “M, I ran out of
cigarettes at the restaurant.  Can I borrow one of yours?”   
M said she could and said she would join her, and I heard her
opening her cigarette case.  

“You can come out of the corner for the meantime to light our
cigarettes,” said M.  I turned around again covering up as best
I could with my hands, and went to put on my clothes.  “Did I
tell you that you could get dressed?” asked M.  I wouldn’t
dare argue with her so with one hand over my privates, I got the
lighter from her purse, lit M’s cigarette, and was about to light
S’s when M said, “for God’s sake, light her cigarette and put
your other hand at your side.  S has seen her husband and plenty
of other boys naked many times.”

I followed M’s directions but, to minimize my exposure, I quickly
lit S’s cigarette and quickly turned around.  “***,” said S, “I want
to say something important to you.”  My back was towards S and I
dared not turn, as now I felt some stirrings in my groin. 
“What is it?” I responded.

M said, “***, you will cut out this nonsense right now!  I will
not tolerate your being rude to my guest.  Now I want you to turn
around, look S in the eye when she’s speaking to you, and keep
your hands clasped behind your back until I say
you can unclasp them!”  I hesitated, and M warned “If you don’t
do so immediately, I’m going to get my brush, and you’ll find yourself
 over my lap again.”

Of course I did what M asked, except that when I turned around,
I found I couldn’t look I beautiful blond S straight in my eye. 
I thought she was going to say something to M but, instead,
she grabbed my chin with her hand forcing me to look at her. 
She then proceeded to lecture to my naked blushing self, completely
exposed, how lucky I was to have a girlfriend like M, who took the
time and the effort to properly discipline me.  “You know ***,”
she continued, taking a deliberate  drag of her cigarette and
tilting her head up to slowly exhale the smoke (not exactly in 
my face, but very close to it), “if R stood me up for
lunch, even without any other punishable offenses, I would have
used my big paddle,and turned his butt purple, as opposed to the
lovely shade of red your butt is now. So you should also thank M
for showing you some mercy.”  Just then I saw her eyed
glance down for an instant.   When she looked up, she had a half
smirk on her face.  “M, I can never get over how long your
cigarettes are, and I’ve always wondered if other things in your
life measure up.”  They both giggled, as S squeezed my chin and
let go, and M ordered me back to the corner, still with hands clasped
behind me so that I could not rub my sore buns. 

Thankfully, S left about five minutes later.  That night, after
 we had sex, M explained that, on the day S helped her pick out her
hairbrush, she had promised that S could watch a punishment session. 
“I’m not sure if I’ll have her watch again, but you deserved every bit
of that spanking for what you did today.”  I agreed with her wholeheartedly,
promised I wouldn’t do it again, and we had a second go-around. 
Even though she rubbed my buttocks with soothing cream
before we went to sleep, I still had to spend the entire night on my stomach.

-S

(Dana’s note: The *** edits are mine – scenes involving childhood
spankings are removed, as well as names and identifying characteristics.
-Dana)

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Dana Kane’s Spanking Story Contest Winner

Spanking Story Contest – March/April 2011
– Win a Free Spanking Session with Dana Kane –

The Spanking Story Contest was a lot of fun, and I have received many well-written entries. Nearly every day brought a new story or two (or three), and I have enjoyed every one of them immensely. Some entrants were so happy to share that they submitted more than once…and some wrote about their spanking experiences for the very first time. As varied as the stories are, one thing is common – a genuine enthusiasm and love for spanking. 
It should go without saying that choosing just one favorite among so many great stories was not easy, nor was it quick; I have spent hours reading and re-reading all of the stories that have been so lovingly shared. I look forward to sharing them all with you throughout the month of April. (It should also go without saying that everyone is entitled to an opinion – you are welcome to disagree with my choice, but keep it to yourself – the Spanking Story Contest has been great fun and I intend on keeping it that way.) Enjoy!
Without further ado, the winner is….
E
For submitting my favorite Spanking Story, E will receive a free spanking session with me at my playspace in Los Angeles during the month of April. If we are all very lucky, maybe he will write 
about it…
E’s Story: 


Ms. Kane, while begging your pardon, I shall answer all three of your questions, for each answer refers to the others.

First Adult Spanking Experience

Ms. Kane, I was born in the first half of the last century. In 1974, after what had been a lifetime of wants and needs for corporal punishment by a Woman Authority Figure, I finally was more afraid of never doing what I always wanted to than I feared the pain or the experience which would transform me irreversibly to the social and even psychological category of “pervert.” This was long before the internet allowed us to break our isolation, and just before the term “Dominatrix” was coined by the adult contact magazine business, but it was the time of the “Los Angeles Free Press,” a tabloid “underground” newspaper which had advertisements of providers of sexual services, masquerading as “Massage Parlors.”

Under the “specialties” section of those advertisements were providers of what was then called “English Massage.” Well, spanking or flagellation was sometimes called “The English Vice.” For me, the archetype of the woman by whom I wished to be punished – and quite severely – was that paradigm of decorous ruthlessness, the English Governess. For someone like me, whose needs seemed to be the punishment of some inner child at the cusp of adolescence, the fictional heroine Harriet Marwood, Governess was my ideal.

Turns out she wasn’t working in *** then, but I made an appointment at a place which called itself something like “The English Palace” up on *** near ***. It had been a motel, I guess, but I was there on time, with rising expectations which come with, at last, lowered trousers. The Disciplinarian was a woman younger than myself, and I wasn’t much over 30 at the time, and she was both very new and very tentative. She wanted to please me,  wanted to give me a good spanking, but just didn’t know how. But by gosh, she tried, and there was something enormously sweet in the experience, even if control of the situation fell to me by default. I don’t even recall what implements she used, or what positions were involved. But it did hurt, and I was grateful for that, and thanked her. At the end of the session she asked me to manage her career as a Dominant, whatever the term was. I declined, but kept that as the best memory of the experience – that it was necessary and possible to make it work for both parties.

Most Memorable Spanking to Date

Ms. Kane, very fortunately I’ve either had more wonderful experiences than bad or mediocre ones or have the use of traumatic amnesia to erase the unpleasant memories. That’s a bit of a paradox, since I have come to believe is that one reason I seek painful disciplinary spankings is because at some time in the past I unconsciously dealt with a bad painful experience by “eroticizing” it; turning pain and fear and humiliation into pleasures in order to survive and even prevail against them.

My most memorable experience came six or seven years ago, at the hand and will of *** ***, to me the premiere Dominatrix of the *** *** area. She and I had created a friendship before we became Governess/Doctor and young charge, so she knew me quite well. We could improvise our scenes from our knowledge of each other, and from the capacity for make-believe some of us never lose from childhood.

Your site states that you are seeking “incorrigibles.” This screen name, “***” is a variant of one on which I posted on one of ***’s sites as “incorrigible.” Needless to say, she helped me choose this nickname, because it fits my character. I am willful, often forgetful, rebellious, but I hope without disrespect or malice or even resentment to those kind enough to treat me with appropriate severity. So Ms. ***’s self-chosen role was to discipline and when necessary punish the boy within me with the goal of making me the man she and I hoped I would be. That mutual goal became the premise of our disciplinary sessions. It’s not just that she hurt me for my own good. I was cleansed, punished, and brought to atonement so I would go out in the world and do good.

One day in my pre-session check-in call I said that I was wearing jeans, which was probably a dress code violation. Ms. *** took it from there, as soon as she shut the door behind us. She went deep, psychologically, into what seemed a simple naughtiness. She knew that I dreaded hurting anyone inadvertently, such as by an unconscious act of disrespect. Well, all my punishments at her hand began over her knee, a progress of hand and hairbrush and paddles, and then in various positions for the strap and tawse. There were cleansing enemas for which I grated the Ivory soap with a red bottom, there were penmanship exercises, chores, and of course there was the cane. Ms. Kane, I feared that implement. Now I am addicted to it. Ms. *** laid on with a will, but also with Ralgex, a British product similar to BenGay with capsaicin added. Ralgex went on before and after the caning, but at all times, the goals were in mind. She asked if I understood why she needed to be severe. I said I understood and needed her to be severe. We went on for hours, and it was a catharic experience for both of us. The aftercare was mutual. My gosh, it was wonderful.

Origins of My Love for Spanking

Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote that “the Sphinx must solve its own riddle.” It is, I think, up to us to parse how and why we are this way. I suppose, for I have no memory of my early childhood, that at some time I was punished on the buttocks by a woman, and my brain turned that into a pleasure which needed to be repeated. I recall no time as a boy when I didn’t look at some older female – girls, teenagers, women of all ages – and wonder or hope “Would she spank me?” Passages in books in which females spanked or punished males thrilled me. It is possible that all of this is a result of early imprinting, but many boys are spanked and not all turn that into a desire. It is possible that you and I and those like us share some genetic inheritances from matriarchal primates. What we do and what we are is human behavior, and not “other,” but there is a lot of diversity in our species. I have come to believe we are not perverts or damaged goods, but have some role in the survival of our species.

So, Ms. Kane, thank you for doing what you do and for being you.

Respectfully submitted,

E

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Dana Kane spanks the U.S. (and abroad!)

-Travel Reminder-
I am currently filling out my travel calendar for the rest of 2011, and am interested in your suggestions and visiting requests. If you’d like me to visit your city, please send an email to DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com.
Current 2011 travel includes:

San Diego – April 8th and 9th

Las Vegas – Late April/Early May (tbd)

New York City – May 13, 14, and 15th
Philadelphia – May 16 and 17th
Boston – May 19 and 20th
London, UK – July (tbd)
Tampa, Miami, Orlando – Late August (tbd)

Fall:
Ohio, Michigan, Illinois, Minnesota
Ontario, Canada
Carolinas, Virginia, Atlanta
Seattle, Portland
Vancouver, BC

Winter:
Denver, Phoenix, Houston, Dallas

I am looking forward to meeting many like-minded playmates – check back often as I will be updating travel monthly.

-Dana
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Dana Kane Spanks NYC, Boston, and Philadelphia May 2011

 TRAVEL NOTICE

“Dana Kane Spanks NYC, Boston, and Philadelphia May 2011”
I will be visiting New York City, Boston, and Philadelphia May 12-21, 2011. Dates will be confirmed within the coming week – email DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com for details.

-Dana Kane
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Dana Kane, Disciplinarian – Your Questions Answered – FAQ

Recently, I have been receiving more and more emails from boys who seem reluctant to ask me any questions – they are apologetic for wanting to share their interests and expectations of a possible spanking session with me.
I understand that politeness and good manners are necessary – I expect them from every person who I meet, and give them readily. I do not, however, expect or require that potential playmates subjugate themselves to me in order to be considered. Naturally submissive boys are encouraged to bow and scrape to their hearts’ desire and will be received with abundant glee, but for those of you who have no interest in psychological submission…have no fear. 
I appreciate your questions – I WANT your input.
With this in mind, I’ve put together a little FAQ to get the ball rolling. Anything else you want to know? Just ask…   

-Dana Kane


(I’ll permanently embed the FAQ in the sidebar of the blog and add to it if/when necessary.)
Dana Kane FAQ

Q.   Do you spank at home, in a hotel, or dungeon?

 A.    In Los Angeles, I take sessions at a private, fully-equipped dungeon-type playspace. I do NOT do home or outcall sessions. When traveling, I always attempt to find a private yet professional space in which to hold sessions. While dungeon-type playspaces are not typically outfitted with a very domestic feel, I prefer the discretion and privacy afforded there, which cannot always be duplicated in a hotel suite.

Q.   Are you a Dominatrix?

A.   I do offer a variety of BDSM play sessions, yes. I built the danakane.blogspot.com site so that my main interest and fetish – spanking – would have a place to stand apart from other types of D/s play. I understand that most spankos have little to no interest in ‘whips and chains’ and have kept that in mind with the strictly spanking site(blog) and it’s content.
I do not employ humiliation tactics, hoods, or full-body leather in domestic scenes…relax.

Q.   Do you have a bunch of ugly tattoos?

A.   No. I have a bunch of very pretty tattoos – most of which I keep covered during domestic and spanking scenes.

Q.   Can I have a blow/hand/foot job?

A.    No.

Q.   Why do you give away your spanking content for free?

A.    I love spanking, I am a total ham, and I believe that sharing my interests with fellow spankos is good for my professional reputation and overall relationship with clients and fans.

Q. Will you be selling videos in the future?

 A.    Probably, yes, but will still give away free photos and videos. I’ve no intention of charging for every little bit of content that I produce, now or in the future.

Q.   Can I be in one of your videos?

A.   I am always happy to discuss your participation in video production. Email me for details.

 Q.   Can I call you and talk about it all?

A.    Absolutely. I require that all prospective new playmates send a respectful and detailed introductory email, outlining interests, experience, limits, etc.  Once a common rapport has been established and a tentative day/time has been set for our meeting we will confirm via telephone and you will have the opportunity to share any information – and ask any other questions –  you feel necessary.

Q.   Tell us about YOUR spanking experience, Dana Kane.

A.    I was not spanked much as a child. By the time I was eight or nine years old, my parents realized that spanking just was not very affective with this headstrong little girl. The only way to get my attention at that age was to force me to stay in my room, thereby stopping me from running all over the neighborhood with my best friend and driving all the old neighbors crazy.

Spanking began for me in an adult, female-led domestic discipline relationship…which happened completely by accident.  What began as a sort of fun, sexy joke became a real and integral part of a very successful and long-term relationship. It was years before anyone outside the relationship had the opportunity to judge my spanker ‘skills’.

In the ensuing years, I have not intentionally sought out domestic discipline relationships, but they have managed to find me again and again. It is a comfortable, natural, happy place for me to function from – and it turns out that sharing my love of spanking with others is a comfortable, natural,  happy place as well.

I look forward to sharing this love until I cannot swing my arm anymore…thank you for allowing me that opportunity. Until we meet –

-Dana Kane

DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com

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Spanking Story Contest

The Spanking Story Contest is a huge hit!

I have received dozens of entries from all over the country (and worldwide) and am excited to be able to share them with all of you soon.

The Contest ends March 31st, 2011, and I will announce the winner on April 1st. I am accepting story submissions until the very last day of the contest, so if you haven’t sent your story in yet…it’s not too late. Even if you’re on the other side of the globe and cannot possibly be in Los Angeles to claim the prize, I -and other spankos everywhere – would still love to read about your experiences.

You may submit your story to me via email at DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com, or at Mistress@Danalea.com. I will publish/exerpt the submissions that I receive on my sites for all to enjoy…Free!

Good luck to everyone who’s entered.~

 – Dana

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Dana Kane Spanks San Diego April 8 & 9

I will be visiting San Diego on April 8 and 9 (Friday and Saturday) and booking a limited number of sessions in advance only. Email DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com for details.

– Dana

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Free Spanking Video – Dana Kane – OTK

(audio sync repaired!)
-Dana

Dana Kane Spanking Video – OTK Hairbrush Discipline

Free spanking photos, spanking videos, spanking story contests – updated regularly.

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Dana Kane – New Spanking Photos/Free Spanking Video

Here are a couple of photos, snapped today – the video will be uploaded soon!

-Dana

“Dana

DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com
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I update the site regularly with free spanking photos, free spanking videos, spanking links, and other content. Come back often.
– Dana Kane
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Spanking Story Contest – Win a Dana Kane Spanking

Spanking Story Contest – Win a free Spanking session with Dana Kane!

 


One of my favorite things has always been the stories that my spanking partners tell: about their first erotic spanking, their most favorite spanking ever, and the origins of their spanking fetishes.
The stories always interest me – I love learning what others enjoy, remember, and fantasize about their spanking experiences, and that knowledge always leads to a more enjoyable and intimate experience for us both during a session.

With that in mind, I have concocted a Spanking Story Contest. The rules are simple:
  *Tell me about your first adult spanking experience, your most memorable spanking to date, or about the origins of your love for spanking.
  *No graphic sexual content, please.
  *Leave out any personal details which you do not want to share with the public, and I will, of course, remove your name and identifiable data – your Spanking Stories will be published/exerpted on my website at DanaKane.blogspot.com.
  *Send your story to me in an email at DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com, with the subject ‘Spanking Story Contest Entry’.
  *The Contest begins February 22, 2011, and ends March 31, 2011. Free session to be awarded during April 2011.
  *By entering the contest, you agree to allow me to share your story, here and elsewhere, in print and digital media.

I will choose (arbitrarily, subjectively, and at my sole discretion) my favorite from the submitted stories and award the best with a FREE, ONE HOUR SPANKING SESSION at my playspace in Los Angeles, California.
Good luck~
Dana

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