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Excellent F/M Spanking Story
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.)
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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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.
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, Disciplinarian – Your Questions Answered – 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.
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.
A. No. I have a bunch of very pretty tattoos – most of which I keep covered during domestic and spanking scenes.
A. No.
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.
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.
A. I am always happy to discuss your participation in video production. Email me for details.
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.
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
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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Spanking Story Contest – Win a Dana Kane Spanking
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.
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.
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