Spanking story : ‘The Bedtime Story’ contest entry
Readers,
Here is another excellent story submitted for the ‘Bedtime Story’ contest. ‘The Wish’ is a beautifully-written F/F spanking fairy tale.
Enjoy!
– Dana
POV video: ‘Scolding the Boyfriend’
Continuing the series ‘Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother’:
‘Stepmommy Dearest’ : F/F spanking video
Bedtime Story contest winner!
The ‘Bedtime Story’ writing contest was a tough one, but (as always) entrants made a lovely show of creativity. This time wasn’t just about writing a story – or even just about writing a Good Story – but also about how well that story would translate into an upcoming film.
The winner this month will not only see his or her story in a future spanking video, but will also receive the ‘prize’ – a free spanking session with me.
I am happy to announce that the winner is:
‘Goldilocks and the Three Bears’, submitted by the UK Laureate! UKL has submitted entries to many contests, along with his other poems and stories, and his entry to the Bedtime Story contest was simply spot on. I will look forward with great anticipation to delivering his spanking prize later this month.
(The video which I’ll make to accompany the story will be available in coming weeks. My sincerest thanks to all of the authors – I will be sharing all of the entries throughout the month of March.)
Enjoy! – Dana
Video, Video, Video! (F/M AND F/F)
Readers,
As you may have noticed, it’s been a video-kind-of-week here. I’m happy with the progress of the premium videos on my Clips4Sale and Spanking Library stores, and the free Product Testing videos just keep rolling out!
With that in mind, I thought I’d do a ‘mash-up’ post of sorts today – sharing another fun Product Testing video, along with a short preview from the premium videos on which I’ve been working.
Please do feel free to email me or leave your comment in the box below. As always, I am having a LOT of fun making these little films, so I do hope that you’re enjoying them.
– Dana
Slutty Schoolgirl Morning: F/F spanking premium video
Episode Three in ‘Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother’
F/F Spanking Video: Product Testing with Dana Kane
‘Grab Your Ankles’ : New premium F/M spanking
Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother: Chapter Two
F/F Video: Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother
Spanking PSA: Tears
The ability to reach tears during a discipline session is, for many spankees, an oft-fantasized yet rarely-realized circumstance.
Many of my playmates voice the interest (or longing) to express their emotions through tears during the course of a long, hard spanking.
Here are a few things which my experience as a spanker have taught me (Disclaimer: The following may or may not reflect your experience/opinions and are in no way meant to be definitive statements on the spankee community as a whole.):
– Female bottoms seem to be more naturally inclined to be able to reach tears during spanking play.
Why? I’ve no idea, and won’t presume to guess.
– There is almost zero correlation between the severity of a spanking and ones’ ability to reach tears.
When we’re children – especially in the first few years of life – physical pain equals crying. Toddlers tip over and scream their lungs out for approximately forty-five seconds; eight year-olds scrape a knee and you’d swear that someone had just amputated the entire leg, tears, snot and all; but somewhere along the way we learn that it’s not grown-up to fall apart emotionally every time we injure ourselves physically.
At some time on the way to adulthood, we learn that big boys and girls don’t cry, which means that – in most cases – it doesn’t matter how hard your spanking is – you are unlikely to cry real tears from the discomfort alone.
– Trying to cry/forcing it or fake crying will only frustrate you.
Unless you’re one of those people who can bring tears at any time (a marketable talent if you’re a spanking model), things like holding your breath, squinching your eyes, and trying to hyperventilate won’t help. Also, saying things like “I don’t know why I can’t cry right now” are no help whatsoever, I’m sorry to say.
– Adult crying is something that happens when we think, or talk – not when we scrape our knees.
When a playmate does manage tears during the course of a spanking scene, it is – without exception – a release of pent-up emotion. This is almost always unrelated to the actual spanking activity, and crying most often occurs before or after the spanking itself rather than during.
In my experience, a spankee is most likely to shed tears during conversation prior to beginning the spanking – this may come as the result of some sort of confession on the part of the spankee, or because of some generalized state of guilt which may or may not be verbalized.
Just a handful of times have my bottom and I both been completely caught off-guard by an outburst of genuine sobbing during the course of an over-the-knee spanking. On these few rare occasions, I can honestly say that they were truly cleansing, cathartic experiences for both my playmate and for me.
The only advice that I can offer is: Don’t try too hard. Don’t overthink it. In fact, try not to think about it at all. Adult tears are bashful, private, and wary – they won’t come out while you’re watching for them.
– Dana
The UK Laureate Strikes Again! : F/M Spanking writing
More fantastic writing from our very own UK Laureate: ‘Twelve Strokes of the Cane’. (I absolutely adore this boy’s imagination.)
For more from UKL click HERE.
Photos: What’s Black and Blue and Red allover?
London Calling
A few interesting things have occurred to me in the last day or so regarding my visit to London next month.
First:
Photos: Tardiness is Unacceptable
Readers,
Here’s a little cautionary tale:
Once upon a time, there was a boy who just couldn’t manage to be on time. He was given lots of rope to hang himself, having many opportunities and warnings prior to our last meeting. He assured me that he would, indeed, be there promptly.
Alas, the boy was yet again unable to find himself at the proper place in the proper time.
Eleven minutes late, he was, so for each minute late – ten strokes of the cane. Applied immediately upon his arrival.
One hundred and ten strokes later (and still with a two hour spanking ahead):
Photo: Resolution Contest Winner
‘No Marks for Mr. Marks’ : New (free) F/M spanking video
Many of you are likely familiar with Mr. Marks’ blog imasecretspanko.blogspot.com.
I had the pleasure of administering his first-ever spanking just a few months ago, and have been tickled to administer a couple more since.
During a recent meeting, I thought it would be interesting to film a little spanking scene addressing a concern which Mr. Marks has discussed previously on his blog – marks. He was an excellent sport, and helped me prove my point beautifully. Enjoy!
– Dana
F/M Spanking Story: ‘A Journey to the Mall’
Readers,
Sometimes really nice things, like earrings and silver dollars, slip through cracks. In this case, somehow an excellent F/M spanking story slipped through the cracks during the holiday season..and I felt compelled to share it with you now, anyway. I think you’ll agree that spanking is the same in every season.
Written by the VBB, the ongoing saga of Ann and David continues:
Enjoy! – Dana
“A Journey to the Mall”
I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time, it seemed to be stuck on ten after three. Was this day every going to end? The afternoon seemed to drag on and on and on; all I wanted to do was to go home and spend the evening resting in my easy chair and go to bed early. Time slowly passed by as I tried to keep myself busy hoping that somehow time would pass quickly and I could finally head home. All I could think of was going straight to our bedroom when I got home and crash on the bed. Won’t that be nice no phone calls, no emails, no one sticking their head in and asking stupid questions just a nice soft warm bed to lay on and rest. Finally, I looked at the clock and saw it was 4:30 P.M it was finally time to head home. I was hoping by some miracle the holiday traffic would not be too bad and I could get home without much difficulty. As I headed towards the highway my hope was crushed as I saw a long line of cars slowly making their way onto the barely moving highway. I sat back in my seat and gave in to the reality that I was in for one long frustrating journey home. Unfortunately getting home in heavy traffic not was the only thing that would go wrong for me that evening.When I finally pulled up to the house I gave a massive sigh of relief, I had finally made it home and it only took an extra 45 minutes. I was so happy to be home that as I made my way into the house I yelled out to Ann “Honey I’m home and I am exhausted I’m going straight to bed.” Ann yelled back “Oh I am so glad you made it home, I was afraid you would be stuck in traffic all night.” Go upstairs and change, I want to take a trip to the Grapevine Mall tonight to pick up a new dress for a meeting I have in the morning. We can stop and grab a bite to eat at the Texas Roadhouse after we are done shopping, it will be a fun evening.” I just stood there for a moment, had I heard her right? Did Ann just tell me she wanted to go shopping tonight and did she really say we would have “fun”? Didn’t she realize the mall is a 45 minute drive in decent traffic? It will be at least an hour and twenty minutes in this holiday traffic. I walked into the study where Ann was working on the computer “Ann, I am really tired I really don’t want to go shopping tonight especially at the mall. What so important that you need to run out and get a new outfit tonight? Why can’t you just wear something that you already have?” “I have a very important meeting with a new client in the morning and if the meeting goes well, we will make more money with this one account than we will with all the other accounts combined. It is important I look my very best tomorrow.” I looked at Ann and mumbled “I don’t see why you can’t just wear that red dress you have hanging in the closet. You look really nice in it and besides I am really tired and all I want to do is go to bed early. If you really have to go, why don’t you just go by yourself?” She replied “David I really want you to go with me, we will get my dress and then have a nice dinner. I promise you we will have a fun evening, now stop complaining and go change so we can go; it will be nice to spend the evening together.” “I already told you I don’t want to go. I can’t see why we need to go all the way to the Grapevine Mall just to get a stupid dress for some new client that won’t even care what you are wearing.” Ann looked up from the computer “David I suggest you change your attitude right this minute and go up stairs and get ready to go, do you understand me?” I looked at Ann for a moment contemplating whether I should say something else, but the look Ann gave me told me I had better keep my mouth shut. I turned around and promptly walked out of the office mumbling to myself how I was not going to go to the mall. As I headed up to our room I decided I was not going to go. So I kicked off my boots and laid on the bed determined not to be bullied by Ann and forced to go to the Mall.“What do you think you are doing? Get up right now and get changed. I told you over a half hour ago to get ready and I come up here and find you asleep? I should take you across my knee right now and give you a good spanking with the hairbrush. You are just lucky I don’t have time to give you a good spanking. Now get up and let’s go. I expect you to be in the car in five minutes.” I was angry as I opened the car door; I did not say anything to Ann as I slammed the door. Ann looked over at me and gave me a warning look and said “I hope you don’t plan on having an attitude tonight, you won’t like the result of what will happen if you don’t straighten up.” I gave her a sideways glance and put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway a bit faster than I should have. Ann just gave me another look and said “I see we are going to have a problem with your attitude tonight.” The traffic was even heavier than I feared. Ann reached over and changed the radio to a station that was playing 24 hour Christmas music. As The song “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” started playing, a car pulled out in front of me as I tried to change lanes. I started yelling at the driver “yea have a freaking merry little Christmas to you to idiot.” I looked over at Ann and said “See I told you this was a stupid idea we should have stayed home instead of trying to go to the mall this evening in this mess”. Ann simply looked at me and said with a commanding tone “That’s enough David.” This was Ann’s way of telling me I was about to cross the line and was about to get myself in trouble. I had learned when Ann said, “That’s enough” I had better stop whatever I was doing; otherwise I would face some very unpleasant consequences. Unfortunately, I decided to push her a bit more today and instead of keeping my mouth shut I decided to add another smart comment under my breath. Ann gave me a disbelieving look and just shook her head “Ok I see we need to take care of your attitude.” My stomach jumped just a bit and I thought about apologizing but I was still upset so I kept my mouth shut and sulked rest of the way to the mall.When we finally arrived at the mall I was tired and my mood had become even worse. Even though I had stopped making comments I let Ann know how unhappy I was by my attitude. As we exited the car I slammed the car door and headed towards the mall without waiting for Ann. By the time I reached the mall entrance I looked back and saw Ann walking towards me. She had a very determined look on her face which made me feel a bit unsettled. I have seen that look before, usually when I was about to receive a good hard spanking. I waited for her to reach the entrance and as she did I opened the door for her; I gave her a small smile hoping that I could somehow manage to make up for my previous attitude. However, I was soon to find out I had pushed her to far this evening. What I thought was going to be a bad night at the mall would soon turn out to be a very bad night at the mall. Ann walked past me and said coldly as she walked through the door “We need to stop by the restroom before we go shopping.” I rolled my eyes at her and mumbled “of course we do.” That was the last straw. Ann stopped and looked directly in my eyes “David, I don’t understand why you have to be so nasty this evening, all I wanted to do was to spend some time together tonight. I know you do not like coming to the mall especially after you have worked all day and to be honest I would rather be home myself, but this is very important for me. I was hoping we could make the best of this situation. I was planning on getting what I needed and then go out for a nice dinner. But I guess I was expecting too much from you. All I wanted was a little understanding and support from you” I stood there for a moment, thinking about what she said. I did feel bad about my attitude but sometimes I am thick headed and instead of apologizing I said something which I immediately knew was the wrong thing to say. I quickly mumbled “yea right.” I knew instantly that it was the absolutely wrong thing to say. I stood there for a moment trying desperately to think of something to say that could somehow fix what I had just said. Ann’s eyes grew big and her face turned as red as my bottom would soon be. She turned and walked through the door. I don’t think I have ever seen her so mad. I knew at that moment that not only had I crossed the line but I was in more trouble than I had been in a while.As we walked towards the women’s restroom, I stopped by the water fountain and was planning on waiting for her. But instead of going into the ladies room she turned and walked towards the family restroom. As she opened the door to the family restroom, she looked back towards me and motioned me over with her index finger. I looked at her for a moment not sure what she wanted or why she was standing in the doorway of the family restroom. I slowly walked over to her and I noticed that she was still very upset; I looked down at the ground and nervously walked up to her. She grabbed my arm and ushered me into the bathroom and closed the door behind us. I heard her lock the door, I was about to learn there is more than one use for the family restroom at the mall. She just stood there for a moment looking at me, I could not tell if she was thinking about what she was going to say or if she was waiting for me to say something. After a few moments I started to say something but Ann cut me off with a stern look. The look was a combination of anger and hurt and I could tell that my attitude this evening had really set her off. She was doing everything she could to maintain her composure. She finally let out a big sigh and said “I don’t know what you were thinking; I guess you thought you could be disrespectful and hurtful this evening and nothing was going to happen. Well I have news for you mister, you thought wrong and you are about to find out what happens when you decide to outright defy me.” With that she placed her handbag on the counter and pulled out the old hairbrush she received as a wedding gift.She turned towards me and simply said “drop them” I looked at her for a moment wondering if she was serious. I was about to say something to her but I saw the look in her eye and I knew I had better do what she said. So I slowly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants and hesitantly lowered my pants. Ann stood there looking at me and raised her eyebrow indicating that she was waiting for me to pull my shorts down also. I timidly looked at the floor and slowly tucked my thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and little by little pulled them down. When I had pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles she pointed to the counter “place you hands on the counter.” I shuffled over to the counter and bent over placing my hands about a shoulder length apart and looked into the mirror. I could see Ann moving to my left side with the hairbrush in her hand. Being the bathroom was a family bathroom she had plenty of room to swing her arm without worrying about hitting anything. I caught a glimpse of Ann’s face in the mirror and I could tell she was very upset. Even though we had only been married a few months I have learned to interpret Ann’s looks and what I saw at that moment told me that I was in for a really hard and painful spanking.Ann bent over slightly and patted my right cheek with the hairbrush. I felt the cool wooden back of the hairbrush and a chill went up my spine. I stood there trembling waiting for Ann to apply the first swat with the hairbrush. It seemed like an eternity before Ann brought the hairbrush down on my bottom. I instantly stiffened as I felt the stinging of the hairbrush on the surface of my bottom followed by a slight warming sensation deeper into my flesh. The sound of the hairbrush slamming into my soft bottom ricocheted off the tile walls and the titles amplified the sound as it bounced around the room. As the sound of the swat echoed off the walls it was so loud that I was sure everyone who was walking past could hear it. I looked back at Ann and said “Honey everyone can hear that” the only reply I received were two more hard swats to the same spot where she landed the first one. The echoing sound of the swat and my cries intermixed and bounced around the restroom. I was certain the sound was so loud that someone would start banging on the door wanting to know what was going on in there. I think Ann might have felt the same way as she paused for about thirty seconds. After the sound died down I held my breath for a moment hoping she would not continue. After a few more seconds she let loose with a long string of quick hard and painful swats with the hairbrush. Usually Ann is very focused with her swats choosing just the right place for the hairbrush to land. But this time she just let loose and allowed the hairbrush to land wherever it wanted. She did not give the swats anytime to register at all before she allowed the next swat to land with a sounding smack. Usually Ann is very stern about me moving during a spanking but today she did not seem to care. She just kept spanking me one swat after another. The sound of the relentless swats landing on my bare bottom and my increasingly loud shouts of pain filled the restroom with a strange crescendo of bitter music of wood slapping flesh and my echoing cries of pain. The pain was building so fast that I stopped worrying about whether anyone in the mall could hear what was happening. As the swats were getting harder I started moving around more which was a big mistake, as Ann was not going to slow down at all. All my moving did was to allow the back of the hairbrush to find new and fresh areas to land their stinging blows. I began crying out loud “I’m sorry Ann, really I am” “What are you sorry about David” “I am sorry for my bad attitude and for being disrespectful” as I talked Ann increased the intensity of the strokes. “Are you going to change your attitude?” “Yes ma’am” was all I was able to get out as the swats from the hairbrush were landing harder and faster. The stinging from each slap overlapped the previous sting so that my entire bottom felt as though it was on fire. “Please Ann I’m so sorry ….. I will change my behavior, please stop.” Finally Ann brought the stinging blows to an end. My bottom was so red and hot that when I reached back to rub my bum it felt as though I had placed my hand on a hot plate. I looked into the mirror and saw a few tears forming in the corners of my eyes. As I looked past my reflection in the mirror I saw Ann putting the old wooden hairbrush back into her handbag. She then turned around and said “All right David are you ready to behave yourself now?” I answered “Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry for my attitude and for being disrespectful to you, I didn’t mean to ruin this evening.” “Thank you David, I appreciate your apology, now pull up your pants and let go do what we come here for.The rest of the evening was much better, Ann found a stunning dress for her meeting the following day and we ate a great dinner at the Texas Roadhouse. It was already 9:30 when we headed back to the car to head home and even then the holiday traffic was still bad. As we slowly inched our way onto the highway Ann gave me a sideway glance. I smiled at her and said “Isn’t it wonderful that we are able to spend the entire evening together?” An hour later we finally arrived home, as we were walking into the house Ann patted me on my bum and said “See didn’t I tell you we would have fun this evening at the mall?” I turned around and gave Ann a small kiss “Yes honey, we sure did have fun this evening.” Ann smiled as I headed up the stairs carrying her new dress and sporting one red and very tender bottom.
Photos and Preview from ‘Masturbation: A Real Bitch’ – New F/M premium video
For POV fans, there’s also an addendum video:
(POV) Masturbation: A Real Bitch
available for download.
New free F/M spanking video: 200 for the VBB
As regular readers well know, I often play with a couple to whom I refer as the Very Bad Boy and his Wonderful Wife. On a recent visit, we thought that it would be a fun idea to make a ‘Product Testing on the Road’ video, using one of the more heinous implements which Cane-iac produces – the Twisted Delrin Loop.
This is an implement which I would not even consider using on many playmates, but the VBB is an exception to nearly every rule when it comes to tolerance. Therefore, I decided that two hundred strokes of the loop would be appropriate.
He admitted afterward that after only thirty strokes he was afraid that he wouldn’t make it, and had tears in his eyes by the 100 mark. I knew he would…because his WW was standing just outside camera range. That’s excellent inspiration.
Note: While there is no blood-letting, this is a somewhat intense scene. Those who prefer the softer side of spanking play may choose to opt out of viewing.
Enjoy! – Dana
Conversations with Spankos: Chapter Six
Readers,
For the last few months, I have been corresponding with a delightful lady who’s exploring her spanking interest after many years of being in the closet, so to speak. Recently she asked my opinion on:
Topping from the Bottom.
Naturally, I have one..
I told my new friend that (at least in the context of my play) topping from the bottom is moot. For me, spanking is always consensual. We may role-play that you’re reluctant to receive your spanking, or that you’re a terrible and incorrigible brat, but the real truth is that the only reason I have the great pleasure of spanking my playmates is that they allow me to do so. Therefore, if they choose to brat, talk back, or generally try and control the scene, it is my job as top to discourage said behavior both verbally and physically. Topping from the bottom is impossible if I am in control, and the bottom’s attempts to do so are not only amusing, but welcome.
My ‘bottom’ line? Without a bottom, there’d be no need for a top.
Tell me your opinion – what are your experiences (spankers and spankees alike) and opinions on ‘topping from the bottom’. Please share your thoughts in the comment box below.
– Dana
POV Lecture Series: Teacher/Student (and more free videos coming this week!)
Ma’am, Yes Ma’am, Spanking Sites and Reader Recommendations
What has happened to our wonderful wdspoone (Tom) and his Ma’am, Yes Ma’am blog?…
He’s been removed. He says that Google told him that he was suspected of spamming, then he found that his blog was deleted due to ‘violence’.
Tom’s setting up his new blog at maamyesmaam.wordpress.com – make sure to subscribe.
A correspondent (not the first) recently recommended the Disciplinary Wives Club, and I think you’ll agree that it’s worth more than a glance:
Hogspy lists various news and travel notices for mistresses worldwide:
Otto recently turned a screengrab from my recent video ‘Lingerie OTK’ into a piece of art, which I absolutely love:
‘In Awe of the Cane’ : F/M spanking verse from UK Laureate
‘Cherry Pie’: New premium F/M video
New Contest: ‘The Bedtime Story’
– No characters under eighteen (18) years of age.
– No sex, no filthy language.
– (For male entrants) Stop talking about your genitals!
– Writing rules, such as spelling, grammar, and punctuation will be VERY important in this contest. ( I know that things like punctuation can be literarily subjective, and I know the difference when I see it.)
– Your story may contain as many or as few characters as you’d like, and may depict any scene(s) of Female Top spanking (F/M or F/F)
Think about that poor boy, pictured above, who’s just had a very hard spanking and been sent off to bed to sniffle, while his bottom throbs. Think about what sort of story may soothe him, or make him laugh, or drift him into dreamland…
Think about the storybooks you enjoyed when you were younger: Once upon a time, princesses, knights, ogres, big bad wolves, and happily ever after…and spanking, of course.
Email all story entries to me at danakanespanks@gmail.com.
The winning author will receive a free spanking session with me. I will also print, illustrate, and read the winning Bedtime Story in a future video.
All entries will be printed/excerpted here on my blogsite, and your submission means that you’re okay with sharing. (Naturally, your name and other personal information will be withheld.)
– Entries will be accepted throughout the month of February, 2012, with the winner announced on March 1.
– The winning author may receive his/her prize in my home city of Las Vegas or in any of the other cities planned in my upcoming TRAVEL itinerary.
– If you do not reside in, nor are you able to get yourself to, one of the above linked cities, please submit your entry as a non-contestant, so that the winner may actually receive his or her ‘prize’.
F/F Spanking Story: ‘New Year’s Resolutions that Need Breaking’
– Dana
‘You Count to Us’ : Original F/M Spanking Story
‘Anthony’ wrote another excellent story for his entry to the ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ writing contest. ‘You Count to Us’ is worth a read!
– Dana
Premium Video: ‘The POV Lecture Series’
I have received several requests for POV-type videos, featuring lecturing, scolding…and no spankee. Just an angry wife/teacher/doctor, etc. giving ‘you’ a stern talking-to, eye-to-eye, for your own good.
‘The POV Lecture Series’ is my answer to those requests. I will be taking on various, traditional ‘fantasy disciplinary roles’ in order to verbally convey just how very displeased I am with your behavior.
These will be solo dialogue videos (no spanking), shot in POV style.
The first installment of ‘The POV Lecture Series’ is:
Conversations with Spankos: Chapter Five
Readers,
A fun subject which I have the great good fortune to discuss fairly regularly of late is the ‘Second-Day Spanking’. Many of the female tops with whom I communicate (the WW comes to mind, naturally) enjoy the great power (and slight sadism) involved in spanking an already sore bottom. We know that even that even the thought of being spanked on a sore and swollen bottom is terrifying…and that’s the point, isn’t it? – I should interject here that it is a certainty that male tops enjoy spanking a sore bottom just as much as we ladies do.
Many spankos fantasize of near-endless spankings – spankings which go on for hours, or drag on all throughout the day and night – spankings which, frankly, most will never really be able to endure. (That’s why it’s such a great fantasy.)
A single spanking can only last so long, even with the most practiced top and bottom, as exhaustion will certainly eventually set in. Marathon spankings of two to three hours or more are for the most brave and formidable of players.
I much prefer the Second Day Spanking. Rather than trying to wear your hide down to the bone over the course of several hours, I enjoy the idea of allowing you to spend the evening sitting uncomfortably, knowing that morning holds the promise of more. You’ll have plenty of time to think about the swats of the previous night, along with the fear of many, many more to come, as you make your slow walk toward my lap. When I lower your underpants to reveal a still-pink bottom, I cannot contain my glee. I know that this is going to sting, like hellfire, from the very first smack.
If you have an experience or opinion on Second Day Spankings, please take a moment to leave your thoughts in the comment box below.
– Dana
F/M Spanking Story: ‘Dana Kane’s Weight Loss Program’
The ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ story writing contest turned up more than a few boys who’ve been off their diets. Here’s another sneaky snacker taught a lesson, in ‘Dana Kane’s Weight Loss Program’. Enjoy!
– Dana
Gambling Resolution: F/M Spanking Story
Gamblers beware! The ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ story contest will catch you, too, as the author of this fun story finds out…
– Dana
Stats on ‘The Other Stuff’ Survey
Here are a few of the results from ‘The Other Stuff’ Survey – with 213 responders thus far:
When asked which ‘other’ types of corporal punishment you’re interested in, you responded as follows
(number of respondents, followed by percentage of overall responses):
Flogging | 84 | 42% | |
Single-tail/Whipping | 54 | 27% | |
Face-Slapping | 60 | 30% | |
Bastinado (google it) | 16 | 8% | |
Punching | 10 | 5% | |
Ballbusting | 25 | 13% | |
All of these things sound awful. Please just spank me. | 79 | 40% |
The question regarding ‘other’ types of BDSM play ellicited the following responses:
Foot/Shoe Worship | 61 | 30% | |
CBT | 70 | 35% | |
Rope/restraint Bondage | 82 | 41% | |
Confinement | 21 | 10% | |
Sensory Deprivation | 24 | 12% | |
Wax/Ice play | 41 | 20% | |
Ass play | 123 | 61% | |
Eek! No, thank you to all of the above. | 36 |
18%
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On voyeurism and exhibitionism, you said:
I enjoy watching others, but do not enjoy performing. | 25 | 12% | |
I enjoy performing, but do not enjoy watching others. | 6 | 3% | |
I love to watch AND participate. | 90 | 42% | |
Play is private for me, always. | 77 | 36% |
The question on fetish items which you enjoy returned these results:
Rubber/latex | 42 | 27% | |
Leather | 87 | 56% | |
Hoods/masks | 31 | 20% | |
Gloves | 53 | 34% | |
Gags | 50 | 32% | |
Thigh-high boots | 72 | 46% | |
Stockings/pantyhose | 101 | 65% |
And finally, when asked about your lifetime number of playmates, you answered:
One | 96 | 45% | |
2-5 | 17 | 8% | |
6-10 | 4 | 2% | |
10-20 | 8 | 4% | |
I get around. | 10 | 5%
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Thanks to everyone who has participated thus far…your cumulative replies always manage to interest and surprise me.
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‘Snuffing out a Bad Habit’ F/M spanking fiction – A Must-Read!
Readers,
I absolutely love this original entry to the ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ spanking story contest. The subject matter is unique, and the author’s tone is personal and engaging. Please enjoy ‘Snuffing out a Bad Habit’.
– Dana
Snuffing Out a Bad Habit
*A good day’s work, and it’s only 4:30. Jim’s gonna be thrilled. He’ll
owe me one.* I thought to myself while taking a leak. Thump Thump wiggle
wiggle tuck zip flush.
I washed my hands in the sink, looked up into the mirror, straightening my
tie, *Yup, even under flourescent lights, still handso– woops.* The
self-congratulatory thoughts were cut short when I smiled and saw it. There
in my teeth was a flake of Copenhagen. *Dammit! Must’ve been there since
just after lunch- wonder how many people at the conference table noticed?
Don’t kid yourself- all of them.*
***
“Daddy, what’s this?” my five year old asked, holding up an empty can of
dip.
“Uh, it’s uhm one of Daddy’s things. Thank you.” I said, taking it from him.
“Hey, I was gonna use it as an artifact for the lego explorers!”
My son watches too many “educational” cartoons, I guess. But it did look
like it could be a cool artifact. The shiny gold metal lid with raised
writings and symbols… But then I saw my wife Lauren give me a look. I’m
not always the best at interpreting those looks, but this one was clearly
disapproving.
“No, this goes in the Daddy closet with the tools. Sorry bud.”
“Aw, man!”
And just to make sure I understood, my lovely wife gave me a good uhm,
“chewing” out about how she hopes our boys never pick up that disgusting
habit, oh, and by the way when was I going to grow up?!
****
Then there were the yahoo health articles on mouth cancer left up on
the computer,
and the comment about Roger Ebert, and the looks every time someone
mentioned anything about cancer.
Dipping tobacco was a nasty habit. Not as bad as smoking- my clothes and
car didn’t smell bad, nor did it affect my ability to jog, but it was a bad
habit that I wanted / needed to quit. A remnant of both my country
upbringing and my fraternity days that if I’m being honest was a full blown
addiction. I’d tried to quit before, and had a couple of times. I quit for
30 days before the life insurance physical… Then promptly put in a nice
big fat celebratory dip for having done so.
I tried to be discrete, because I knew my wife didn’t like it, and didn’t
want the boys to know. But in the car, in the john, working outside in the
yard, those increasing rare days playing golf… I had a dip in. Plus it
had become increasingly expensive in the last few years.
It was time.
Didn’t tell anyone, didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, plus I’d
tried twice before and when I went back to it, my wife was livid. Not that
I planned on failing to quit, but based on that experience, I wasn’t
planning on telling her about it either. Starting with the new year, I’d
quit. Well, okay, starting Monday the 2nd. (New Years Day was a holiday,
right?)
A lot of gum chewing, but the first day wasn’t that bad. The second day was.
The third day was even worse. So much for not making a big deal of it and
keeping it to myself. My wife knew because I was grumpy and in a foul mood
and didn’t touch the beers in the fridge. (I knew from previous attempts
that alcohol was a quick way to lose this battle.)
“Honey I am sooo proud of you. I know you’re strong enough to make it stick
this time. I’m so happy! No more little flakes of dried dip when I sweep,
no more spit bottles I find out in the garage, no more half empty cans you
try to hide but forget about until I find them. Come here, how about a big
kiss on those clean lips!” Lauren went on and on…
“Enough!” I roared. The last think I wanted to talk about was dipping, I
was trying to block all thought of it from my mind.
But somehow three days led to a week, one week led to another, and though the
craving never left, I was through the worst of it and had made it over a
month.
****
It was early February and I was about to start on our taxes. I have a small
study in our home that’s really more like a large closet. I’ve always done
my own taxes, and doing them online was fairly simple. I keep fairly well
organized and was almost done but was finishing and couldn’t find our kids’
social security numbers, dangit! I opened the bottom drawer of my little
desk and dug around in the files- the paper copy from last year was in here
somewhere…
CLINK, rattle, rattle, rattle…
One of those half empty cans of dip I’d forgotten about fell off a
stack of papers and made its distinctive sound as it histthe bottom of
the drawer. I stared at it.
I picked it up. I opened it up and took a long deep sniff. Mmmm… It
was mostly dried out -who knows how long it had been there-
But it sure smelled good.
Then I closed the lid and slid the can back across the desk. Nope. It took
me about an hour more finishing up and double checking before finally clicking
“submit” and being done with it. (Well, done with it except for having
Lauren “sign” it too with her email.)
I felt pretty good about myself, and had plans for the refund. Walking
around the house in my socks, I checked and everyone was soundly asleep.
Our littlest had somehow made his way into our bed and was snuggled up with
my wife. Cute.
Down to the kitchen I went to grab a couple of beers and some chips before
heading back up to my study. Long week, taxes done, temptation resisted…
I was going to enjoy myself looking at spanking videos on the computer. Oh
yeah, I may have forgotten to mention that. My wife and I are both into
spanking. Just foreplay, basically, but pretty intense and kinky foreplay I
suppose. Occasionally we’d incorporate real transgressions to spice it up,
but we didn’t live a domestic discipline lifestyle, by any means- most
spankings involved roleplay, which led to great sex. (A lot less frequent
with little ones running around, though.)
So I undid my pants, twisted the bottle cap off, and settled in for some
happy personal time.
One beer (and one mess cleaned off my stomach) later, I looked at the can
on the back of the desk where I’d pushed it away earlier. It wasn’t going
anywhere, just waiting for me. Maybe I should just finish it off. Not like
I stopped at a convenience store to get a can. It just basically (almost
literally) fell into my lap. It was mostly dry, so I wouldn’t enjoy it
much. But I should finish it off before I had it tempt me everytime I came
up here to get work done, right?
****
“Isn’t it a little early for spring cleaning, honey?”
“I don’t care. We haven’t had a free weekend in over a month, and this
house is FINALLY going to get really clean, not just staightened up. Have
you SEEN behind the boys’ toilet?”
No getting in Lauren’s way when she’s determined to clean. She’d go
through a box of swiffers and half a bottle of windex today, I was sure.
I came back from running errands and the house smelled like lemons and
disinfectant.
“Honey I have a lot more to do, but we have that birthday party for the
Smith’s son at 2:00. Would you mind taking the kids? ‘No gifts’ so I just
got him a cookie from cookie bouquet. It’s already wrapped.”
“No problem. How much more cleaning can you do, though? House looks and
smells great already.”
“I haven’t even touched organizing the play room or your study.”
*Crap, I got rid of the can last night, didn’t I?!* I thought to myself.
On the outside, I said,
“You’ve done enough sweetie, there’s no point going upstairs. You know how
I organize our files, and the boys playroom will stay organized and clean
for about 5 minutes- max.”
“I’m on a roll and not stopping, hon. But if you’re worried about the
house being too clean… We can make a big mess in our bedroom tonight
-MeeMaw wants the kids to spend the night!” she said, snuggling up for a
kiss.
“Mmm, and its been awhile since this got any attention,” I said, squeezing
her bottom.
“Down boy! You’re right, but first you have to go to a Batman party.” She
said with a smirk and gave me a little squeeze of her own.
I high-tailed it up to the study and doubled checked that I’d thrown the
can away. Whew!
Then off to the Batman party. I felt sorry for the guy dressed up as
Batman. Somehow the dark knight making balloon animals just seemed a little
sad. But the kids had fun, and did the usual small talk with all the other
dads, all of whom were equally miserable. Kids were excited to spend the
night with MeeMaw, and I was excited they’d be spending the night with
MeeMaw too!
On the way home I went over in my head possibilities for tonight. Go out?
Cook at home? Weird… Lauren always answers the phone, but she
hadn’t when I called on the way to MeeMaw’s and wasn’t answering now
either. Irritating.
***
“Honey? What’s going on? Why aren’t you answering your phone? You know
that’s one of my pet pee-“
“I’m in here.” She called out from our bedroom.
“Oh, you were in the shower -got it- hey wait, that mustve been an awfully
long shower! I called you almost an hour ago!” I yelled to the other end of
the house.
“I know. I didn’t answer because I was angry.” She hollered back.
*Dammit-What now?! Did she not appreciate that I’d just suffered through
not just a preschool birthday party but her mom’s 20 minute conversation
about Aunt Sarah too?!* I made my way to our bedroom and stopped short
when I saw her. Nude, she still took my breath away. Her gorgeous hourglass
figure shimmered. The setting sun’s light coming in through the window
caught the drops of water covering her body. My eyes were drawn
involuntarily to her dark triangle and then her breasts wobbling as she
towelled off her hair. What was I irritated about again?
But when I looked up, her smile was missing.
“I didn’t answer your calls because I was angry. I’m not angry anymore but
we need to talk.” She said calmly.
*Uh-oh.*
“Care to explain this?”
She handed me a swiffer with some dust bunnies and lots of little brown
specks stuck to it.
*Uh-oh.*
“Those look like dip flakes sweetie but they’re pretty old and dry. When
was the last time you cleaned the study?” Notice how I didn’t deny it but
tried to parry the implied accusation?
“Nice try. I cleaned it in January… AFTER you quote quit.” She said,
making air-quotes with her fingers as she went back into the bathroom. .
She returned and had put on her robe and was carrying her hairbrush.
*Uh-oh. *
She sat down on our bed and patted it just beside her, indicating she
wanted me to take a seat as well.
“I’m not going to ask you to explain yourself. You’re just going to dig a
bigger hole for you to have to crawl out of. But don’t interrupt me. I’ve
been practicing what I want to say in my head. While I was in the study,
and after I’d calmed down a bit I looked up quitting nicotine on the
computer. Turns out the average quitter is successful on their sixth
attempt to quit. This is your third time, but you’re above average,
right? Ah- don’t interrupt.
Also read that an occasional slip up is fairly common and doesn’t
necessarily mean that the effort to quit has been in vain. Look I want to
do everything I possibly can to encourage you. This is a big deal. I
want you sitting on the rocking chair on the porch with me when we’re
old and wrinkly, and you won’t make it to old and wrinkly unless you
quit. So I’m going to give you a spanking, and it’s gonna be a good
one.”
“Wait, I-“
“Ah- what did I say about interrupting? My mind’s made up but I
really want you to hear me out. This is not a punishment spanking,
but an encouraging one. We don’t do punishment spankings- well, except
for that time I got too drunk at that wedding- but I want to help you,
help us, win this battle. I want for the spanking to be bad enough
that the next time your tempted to backslide, your backside will
scream ‘No!’ So… Now you get to talk. Do you have anything to add?”
“Not really. Sorry sweetie. Yup, I was guilty of backsliding, as you
called it. And I don’t want to again. ” I thought about arguing or
getting out of it, and I probably could have, but truthfully I really
wanted to quit, and probably deserved this as punishment but if she
wanted to call it encouragement, so be it.
“Alright then, honey, come on.” I stood in front of her and let her
undo my belt and pants, pulling them down. As she pulled my underwear
down too, I had my natural reaction to an upcoming spanking and her
face positioned just in front of my crotch. I couldn’t resist; “But
why not encourge me with a carrot instead of a stick?”
“Oh honey,” she said grabbing me, “there’ll be plenty of time to have
some fun with your carrot later. First though, it’s over my knees you
go.”
Her bathrobe parted, and her thighs were still a bit damp as she
adjusted me a little.
SMACK SMACK SMACK!
She started awfully strong. “Hey, what happened to a warm up?!”
“This [SMACK] is [SMACK] a warmup. I’m not using the hairbrush yet.”
On and on the “warmup” continued. Rapidly it became hot and
uncomfortable, then outright started to really hurt. Before too long,
she picked up the hairbrush and continued at the same pace. I was
tensing and groaning with each searing spank. She didn’t lecture, but
told me in a soothing voice how much she loved me and how she knew I
could do it but just SPLAT wanted SMACK to give me SMACK WHACK all the
CRACK encouragement WHAP she could.
Usually our spankings were given with the spankee naked, and it was
kind of different to have my boots still on and my jeans around my
ankles. It meant I couldn’t really kick, just took it and took it and
took the pain some more. (With lots of growling and gripping the
bedspread so tight my knuckles were white thrown into the mix too.)
Finally she relented, and patting my butt told me to get up and take
off my clothes. Carrot time? I wondered.
“Up on the bed. On your knees, I want your face down on the pillow.”
Guess not. She fondled my bottom, poked a couple of bad spots, then
using her nails and then a finger moistened in her mouth fondled and
teased my whole throbbing bottom, even my bottom hole.
I just groaned feeling the mixture of pleasure, pain, and relief that
she wasn’t inflicting even more pain.
“You know, I think just a little more encouragement is needed where I
missed some spots here, here, and right in here too,” She said, ever
so sweetly, “stay put, honey, I’ll be right back!”
And she was, carrying the long thin wooden kitchen spoon.
“I’m getting a little warm with all this encouragement,” she said,
shucking her bathrobe, and hopping on the bed in front of me. She
spread her knees and crawled toward me, tantalizing me but then kept
going past my head until she was straddling my back on her knees.
“Now, where were we? Oh yeah, we were encouraging all of your bottom
not to be tempted to dip again. Even these parts of your bottom
[snap, snap] and these parts [snap, snap!] And even this little cute
part right [snap!] here!”
Each little strike was intense and stung as she got the insides of my
cheeks and thighs. In my current position I couldn’t even really tense
up and avoid them easily. Over and over again the little snaps of the
spoon stung my tender parts until I was on the verge of tears. Just
when I truly. Could not take any more, she sat down on my back.
“Okay honey, do you think your bottom will be screaming ‘NO!’ the next
time your tempted?”
“Yes” was all I could groan in response.
“Let’s make double sure!” And then she proceeded to spank me all over
with rapid-fire blows of the spoon that did send me over the edge to
tears.
Next thing I realized, she had scooted up in front of me again, her
legs still spread.
“Honey, I love you, and I had to do that for you, and for us.”
She leaned over and wiped my tears and kissed my face and rubbed her
hand in my hair.
“It’s almost time to take care of your carrot, but first, before we
finish this, let’s give those healthy lips some exercize.” She said
with a smile, pulling my face toward her.
My lips (and my carrot) got plenty of exercize that night. I can’t say
that I’ve QUIT dipping- I now think it’s more of a lifetime struggle
against temptation, but it’s been a couple more months now and so far,
so good. At least I have my loving wife there to “encourage” me when I
need it!
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Excellent F/M Spanking Story
Here’s a fun entry to the ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ story contest. My thanks again to the author (and all the rest!) for contributing.
– Dana
(Click ‘Read More’ below to finish the story)
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Followed by twenty-four strokes with the ferocious three-tail leather strap.
He was left writhing and moaning by the time it was over, and it’ll be a couple days before he thinks of touching anyone’s backside but his own!
Resolution Story
Readers,
I received so many wonderful original story entries in the ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ writing contest that it was even more difficult than ever to decide on only one winner. Another very worthy entry is the untitled story below…yet another reason to stick to your commitments. I know you’ll enjoy it..
– Dana
Fun Bloggers and Friends
Readers,
Although I sometimes get a little ‘behind’, there are lots of people and places on the web who I try to visit on a regular basis.
These are all folks who, in their own corners of the web, are working for a more familiar, cohesive internet spanking community. Some are new friends, and some are famous (infamous?), and I am grateful for each and every one of them.
Spanky at Bright Bottom chronicles his (M/F) spanko relationship with much humor.
Ken and Cora at Spanked by my Lady are now making videos! (F/M, FLDD)
– Miss Elsa Svenson’s Spanking Board, an active, free-to-join discussion board(U.K.)
The lovely Ms. Erica Scott – take a look at her new spankinglibrary.com store (M/F)
Mr. Marks at Secret Spanko has an interesting perspective on the spanking lifestyle. (F/M, M/F)
Michael at Disciplined Behaviour writes beautifully. (M/F)
Red Rump and his fantastic artwork will impress you. I promise.
Cane Master and Cane Mistress at Cane-iac.com – these two are wonderful, real-life spanking enthusiasts with a serious knack for woodworking.
Pandora Blake’s blog, and Dreams of Spanking website are both beautiful and intelligent. (M/F, F/M, M/M, F/F)
Bonnie at Bottom Smarts. In a word: comprehensive.
There are so many creative spanko sorts out there – feel free to tell us about other great sites/blogs out there (including yours!), in the comment box below.
– Dana
Original F/M Spanking Fiction: ‘The Predicament’
Another fine entry to the ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ spanking story contest, “The Predicament” is so well-written, you’d think it actually happened exactly this way. (In reality, he has less than one week left to maintain his weight goal, and I am confident that he will.) Enjoy!
– Dana
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F/M Spanking Story; ‘An Ode to New Year Resolutions’
The ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ story writing contest was another opportunity for our UK Laureate to showcase his talent. I think you’ll agree that he’s outdone himself, once again..
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A new Clips4Sale store for Dana Kane
Readers,
My oft-postponed Clips4Sale store is now live, and I’m pretty pleased with it thus far. Take a look:
You’ll notice many of the videos which have been viewable here on my blogsite, now available for download.
I will also begin adding premium videos exclusively to the clips4sale store, with previews and still photos here free, naturally.
” IT : A POV Lesson in Marital Obedience ” will be the first premium spanking video release, and I am hoping that those who watch it enjoy it as much as I did making it. Look for ‘IT’ later this week.
As always, I am interested in your feedback, so feel free to leave your comments below, or email me at:
DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com
– Dana
F/M Spanking Story: ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ writing contest
Readers,
Another example of the great stories submitted by you, this same-named entry to the ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ spanking story contest is a cautionary tale in overspending. My thanks to the author, and all the rest. Enjoy!
– Dana
I made a resolution to improve my finances. You see, I tend to make mistakes that do not help my finances. First of all, I do not balance my checkbook. Once I make a deposit, I glance at the receipt, and that’s all I do.
Second, I tend to put almost everything on my credit card. That has worked well in the past, but I have only paid the minimum payment, and now I am near my credit limit.
Also, I like buying the new gadgets all of the time. It makes me feel good to have all of the newest and greatest stuff. This way I can be very proud and show my new gadgets to my friends.
I do have a good job I like doing, but I tend to live from paycheck to paycheck. So with the New Year coming up, I have just found out my credit cards are maxed out, and I have very little in the bank. My resolution is to balance my checkbook and to pay down my credit cards.
Everything worked well until the third week in January when a new model of a phone came out. I went to the cellphone store to buy it, and I got a surprise. When I went to pay for it, all three of my credit cards were declined. Next I tried to pay for it with a check, and my check didn’t go thru. The store also had a payment plan, and I filled out an instant application. To my surprise, that was declined too. I guess with my credit cards maxed out, they made my credit rating very low.
Then what did me in, was the next day, I got a notice in the mail from my bank, saying I was overdrawn. Now I was desperate. What was I going to do?
So I called a helpline center, and talked to them about what I could do. Since I had no money and I needed a lot of help, they recommended I talk to a special type of financial planner and bankruptcy attorney. They gave me her phone number and told me I should make an appointment as soon as possible.
When I called her, she had a very soothing calm voice and she told me that she could still work with me, although I had no money. The first appointment would be in two parts. First part, a full evaluation and accountability of my situation, and the second part would be a partial resolution of the problem. So I needed to bring in all of my credit card statements, bank statements, plus a projected spending and savings plan.
The first appointment would last about two hours, and then I needed to make a weekly follow-up appointment that would last about one hour. Since I had little or no money, she would expect me to sign papers stating that I would strictly follow her instructions on how to solve my money problems. All of this sounded very good, so I made an appointment with her. I made the appointment for 7 PM, the next evening.
When I arrived at her office, there was a receptionist who I signed in with. See took all of the information that I brought with me and also gave me some papers to fill out and sign. They needed the usual information that included my name, address, etc.
Then there was paper that I found unusual to sign. It stated that I would follow all orders given to me by counselor, or I would be kicked out of the program. It also stated that I would show up on time for my follow-up appointments, and I would strictly follow what I was told to do by my counselor.
I wasn’t sure about signing it, and I asked the receptionist about it. “If you don’t sign it before you see her, you will not be helped by her. So I suggest you sign it,” the receptionist said.
So I reluctantly signed it and gave all of the papers to the receptionist. She carried the papers into the office of the counselor and closed the door. In a few minutes, a smartly dressed young woman came out of her office.
“You must be Jim. Glad to meet you. My name is Mary,” she said.
“I am glad to meet you too. I hope you can help me.”
“Come into my office with me.” Then Mary told the receptionist, “Jim is my last appointment so you can go home now. Be sure and lock the door.”
Mary’s office looked like any other office with a large wooden desk, with a computer, and many papers on it. There also was a door marked “Resolution Room”, which I wondered about.
The first thing Mary did was to ask for my credit cards and my ATM card, and she cut them up. “You won’t be needing these anymore. Now let’s go over your financial situation.”
After reviewing my budget, my expenses, and my income; Mary decided my best way to handle this would be with a bankruptcy. I would need to live on a cash and/or money order basis for the next two to three months. I agreed and then signed some more papers to start the bankruptcy procedures.
Then Mary said, “Now is the time we need to work on the resolution part of your financial problem. Until you have enough money to pay me for my work, and until this problem is resolved by the bankruptcy court, I want you to report here every week to update me on your financial progress and I will administer some corrective measures to make sure you stay on track.”
“What do you mean by corrective measures?” I asked.
“It involves being scolded and spanked to various degrees. You have already signed the papers agreeing to this punishment,” Mary said.
“I didn’t realize that,” I quickly answered.
“Either you accept your weekly punishment or you owe me five hundred dollars right now and more later, or I will file charges and you will go to jail. It is your choice.”
“ I guess I did sign the papers and I have no money to pay you. So what happens next?” I asked.
“You will follow me into the resolution room where your spankings will take place. I expect you to follow all of my commands and orders, without question. And from now on, refer to me as ‘Mistress Mary’ or just ‘Mistress’. Also answer me with only ‘Yes Mistress’ or ‘No Mistress’. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said.
“Good, you obey very well.”
We entered the room and I was shocked at what I saw. There were various paddles and spanking implements hanging on the walls. In the middle of the room there was an old-fashioned wooden chair with no arms. There were also other types of wooden furniture that I had never seen before.
Mistress Mary sat on the wooden chair and said, “I will start you out with a hand spanking. Take off all of your clothes, except for your underwear, and neatly fold them and put them in the corner. Then come and stand directly in front of me, with your hands on your head.”
I felt embarrassing taking my clothes off in front of a woman I had just met. As I stood there in front of her, I was surprised again when I felt her fingertips in the waistband of my undershorts.
“Stand still. A spanking is most effective given on the bare skin.” Once my undershorts were at my ankles she said, “Now step out of your undershorts and then bend over my lap so I can spank you.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, but I obeyed her and lay over her lap. Now I was acutely aware of her perfume and body heat. As she grabbed my waist and guided my body closer to hers she said, “When you are spanked by me, always keep your legs parted, no matter what position you are in.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Then she began spanking me. Although she was just using her hand, it really stung my bare bottom. Also, since my legs were apart, her fingers wrapped around the tender insides of my upper thighs, and those spanks I could really feel. Although the spanking stung my bare bottom, I felt a nice warm feeling in my lower body.
After awhile, Mistress Mary said, “Now stand up and follow me to your next part of your spanking.” She led me over to a piece of furniture that looked like a padded sawhorse in the middle. On the sides, there was wood to put your knees and arms on. “I expect you to climb upon or bend over any piece of furniture I direct you to. I will only use restraints if I have to. So get yourself over this with an arm and leg on each side.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
This kept my poor bottom raised up high and my legs spread apart. Now I felt very exposed and vulnerable. Next, Mistress Mary showed me a wooden paddle like what is used in Ping-Pong, and she started spanking me with it. This stung my bottom a lot more than her hand.
“Now I will want to see you every week to make sure you stay on track with your money problems. After a short review, you will be spanked,” she said.
Mistress Mary then showed me a riding crop. “With this, I can make sure I haven’t missed any spots.”
The riding crop was able to spank my upper inner thighs and even between my butt cheeks. Lucky for me, she didn’t use the crop on me for very long.
“Now stand up and walk over here. Do not rub your bottom, until I tell you to.”
She led me over to two old wooden school desks. They were the old type that slanted down. She had me stand near the front of a desk, and bend over it so my head was on the chair next to it, and my hand grabbed both sides of the chair.
Then she showed me an old long wooden paddle with holes in it. I used to see paddles like this hand from my teacher’s desk when I went to school. “This should bring back memories,” she said. “I am only going to give you six swats with this paddle. So don’t move about and keep those legs spread.” This paddle hurt the worst, so far, on my now tender, well-spanked bottom.
After those six swats, she showed me a cane. “For these, I want you to count them out loud, and then say ‘Thank you, Mistress’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I reluctantly said.
I heard the whooshing of the cane, then the cane whistled, and SWAT! It felt like a hundred bees stung me in a straight line. I stood up and clenched my poor bottom.
“You forgot to count and you stood up, so that will not count. So bend over again.”
“Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress,” I said.
Whistle, Swat! “One. Thank you, Mistress.”
“Good. You are learning to follow my orders,” She said.
Whistle, Swat! “Two. Thank you, Mistress.”
“Only one more, if you stay bent over and count.
Whistle, Swat!
It felt like a hot straight rod on my poor bottom. “Three. Thank you, Mistress.”
“Now you can stand up and rub your bottom. I will expect to see you next week, to see how you are progressing. Nice to meet you and you can get dressed now and leave my office.”
“Thank you, Mistress. I will want to resolve my money issues as soon as possible so I don’t have to see you every week. Thank you for your help,” I said.
Spanking Great Poetry: ‘Maybe Later’
Readers,
Here is a whimsical entry to the ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ spanking story contest. ‘Maybe Later’ is a fun, rhyming verse, all about procrastination.
– Dana
Fantastic F/M Spanking Story: ‘The B.A.C.O.N. Project’
Readers,
Three cheers for this imaginative ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ spanking story contest entry (with some tiny editing for naughtiness). Get ready to laugh, sweat, and learn a valuable lesson..
– Dana
He stared at the little ad and wondered what it could possibly mean: “Need to lose a few pounds quickly?” it read. He glanced down at his bulging tummy, which was large enough to hide his favorite body part from view, and continued reading. “Attractive female college professor seeking males who have lost their willpower, but not those unwanted pounds, to participate in a special project”. Hmm, I like the attractive female part of it he thought. And if she’s a college prof she may even have a brain, lol. “Interested? Call (543) 772-6533.”
He put the paper down and went straight to the refrigerator. That’s it! A giant Dagwood! 15 minutes later he had constructed the most humongous creation in the new Deli world, loaded with 5 varieties of meats, 3 of fowl, chopped liver, bacon, 4 cheeses, onions, lettuce, mustard and, most importantly, at least a half cup of mayonnaise dripping from every orifice!! He smiled and winked at his masterful, sinful creation. A couple drops of saliva somehow snuck out and hit the plate.
“Wait a second honey, I don’t want you to be all alone, especially with a hot stud like me!” He opened the cupboard and weighed his options (instead of himself). Fritos? Nah, not oily enough. Chips? Too ordinary. And just then, as if it was an out-of-body (more like out-of-mind) experience, the obese, 3-pound jar of Cheese Doodles beckoned. Of course!
But what can I wash this down with — it needs lubrication! Chocolate shake? No I’m gonna hit the Haagen-Daz for dessert. He took the one-liter stein out and placed it in the freezer. The sub was oozing irresistibly now; he couldn’t say no.
He tried to grab the sandwich but it wasn’t going down without a fight. Finally, his efforts paid off and he got a grip on things. He wrestled the monster hero, or at least part of it, into his mouth for chomp #1. Quite a lot of the fixings didn’t quite reach their intended destination but this only increased his lascivious pleasure. He chewed, gulped and wiped the residual scraps on his shirt sleeve. This act was repeated a number of times, interspersed with cheek-expanding handfuls of the doodle thingies (lest we forget).
BELCH! “Ah, life is good!” he said to himself. The beer mug readied, he filled it to the brim and thought how much he loved head.
Some time, lotsa hoagie and suds later, he went into the smallest room of his house to relieve himself from some of his extreme gluttony. He looked into the mirror, a slightly cloudy vision, and studied. Ok, I think that’s enough, maybe I’ll be a good boy and skip the ice cream.
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When he awoke, he felt awful. A hangover, not just the beer, but a food hangover. He went into the bathroom, carefully avoiding the scale. But the mirror was relentless. He felt really bad, like he had just lost a big fight.
The ad was still on his night stand, so he read it again. He tried to dial the number of few times but wimped before the last digit. Back to the bathroom. Summoning some courage he called, hoping to get an answering machine. A slightly sleepy, very sultry voice answered, “Hello?”.
“Um, er.. I saw your ad in.. the paper?” he said.
“Is this call in response to my notice of the research project and weight loss program,” inquired the very sexy voice.
“Um, yes. I’d like to participate, maybe take off a couple of excess pounds [cough].
“Very well. Please understand that this is a research study and that you will be required to meet certain criteria, which will be agreed upon in writing at the time of your participation. Is that quite clear, young man?”
“Why yes, certainly!” (Anything for science).
“Ok, please report to 1540 Smartsville Lane at 11am this morning, and be prompt!”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
He hung up the phone, feeling excited but somewhat apprehensive. “..certain critera.. agreed upon in writing..” Probably just some legal shmeagle requirement.
He showered, shaved, threw on some cologne and dressed in his sportiest, sexiest outfit. “Young, college professor..” I hope she’s a knockout, and maybe I’ll even get laid, if she can see beyond the excess poundage..
(Make sure to click ‘Read More’ below to finish the story. – Dana)
11am, on the dot, he showed. He knocked, and she opened the door. Wearing high heels, a leather miniskirt and a fluffy white blouse showing luscious creamy cleavage, she introduced herself, “I’m Professor LeKane, won’t you please come in”? Completely overwhelmed, he stumbled in and followed, her magnetic rump at the lead.
She grabbed a clipboard off the table and flipped several pages. “Your name?”, she asked. “Nate,” he replied. “Hmm, interesting name,” she responded. “Well, one of my girlfriends nicked me ‘Red’ and somehow or other that stuck too. You can call me whatever you like,” he said with a grin. “Now, Nate, as we discussed,” she said, “here is our agreement. I would suggest that you read it care..” “Oh I’m certain that everything is in order,” he interrupted. Grabbing the clipboard he scribbled on the dotted line and handed it back to her, emphasizing his arrogance with a syrupy wink.
“Very well then,” she sighed. “Kindly remove your clothing.” Wow, this is getting more promising by the second, he thought. He stripped down to his shorts and threw his clothes on the floor. Ms. LeKane cleared her throat and, trying to control her temper said, “Would you mind putting those on the chair?”. “Sure, babe” came the response, as he placed the items on the chair. “And the boxer shorts” she queried, snapping her fingers. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, with some sarcasm and a repeat of that silly wink. He removed his boxer shorts.
Clipboard in hand, she circled him, studying his body carefully. It made him feel rather uncomfortable, like a piece of meat. She pointed to a scale over in the corner. Damn, he thought, it’s the old-fashioned kind, with the weights and the balance thingy — you can’t shift your weight around to get a fake read. Reluctantly, he went over to the scale and she followed him, clipboard at the ready. He hesitated, and she responded with a crisp slap on his left cheek, which, surprisingly, stung a lot. Taken aback, he stepped up onto the scale. She moved the weights around and he prayed, but to no avail. Wow, who would have thought a Dagwood could add 6 pounds? She noted his weight carefully and then pointed at some sort of exercycle — it looked a bit different, more elaborate, than any he had seen before. Knowing that she was in an “all-business” mode, he stepped off the scale and obediently marched to the bike gizmo. For some reason, he felt some pangs of fear. That slap on his left cheek, which he was still feeling, seemed to have a more serious intention.
“Thank you for your cooperation, Red. Now kindly position yourself on this equipment by placing your feet on these pedals and your hands on the grips,” she instructed. He complied with her request. Seeing that his hands and feet were in proper position, she pressed a button on the remote control she held. Suddenly, metal restraint devices locked him into position — he was helpless! “Hey, what the hell is this all about?” he said, in a slightly panicky voice”
“Perhaps next time you will take a moment to read what you sign,” she said, with a mischievous little grin. “Let me start up the machine and, if you will give me your full cooperation, which includes always addressing me as “Ms. LeKane,” I’ll try and brief you during the process. Keep in mind that, in the interest of science, I must stay fully focused on this experiment, which I have been devoting my life to for over 6 months now, and that therefore, I can’t engage in idle banter. Is this understood?” She started up the machine and his legs started moving; they didn’t really have any choice.
“Um.. er.. I guess so,” he said compliantly.
“Yes, Ms. LeKane,” she inquired?
“Yes, Ms. LeKane,” he mimicked.
“Very well. Before I begin the first phase of my procedure, which I must conduct without interruption, allow me to tell you the good news.” She turned up the machine a bit now and his legs actually had to do some work. “You will be receiving $50 cash at the end of this session. It’s part of my grant allocation. Oh, I almost forgot,” she exclaimed.
“What, you forgot to get me out of this thing?” he said in a somewhat harsh voice.
“Red.. Nate.. or however you envision your identity,:” she said in exasperation, “please do not say things to anger me. I’m conducting scientific research and can NOT respond in anger.”
“Sorry,” he blurted sheepishly.
“Sorry, Ms. LeKane?” came her response.
“Sorry, Ms. LeKane,” he submitted.
She went over to some stereo equipment. The exercycle kept Nate’s legs moving, his bottom cheeks shifting from side to side, while Ms. LeKane put on some soft music. It sounded like one of those classical composers, maybe Bach? Then she opened up the cabinet.
My oh my! Nate glanced over and his mouth fell wide open. Hairbrushes, paddles, crops, whips, straps and a number of items that he couldn’t identify.
She grabbed her trusty clipboard again, came over to Nate, and turned the machine up another notch. Nate was breathing harder now and she made a note of that. Then she positioned herself alongside him and started slapping his bum cheeks, in rhythm to the music. Left, right, left right… she was catching each cheek as it relaxed, and Nate began feeling the effects immediately. “Ouch!” he declared. But the slapping, or its intensity, didn’t stop. “That hurts, Ms. LeKane,” but she continued.. left, right, left.. Just when it got to the point where he was really beginning to wonder if he could take any more she stopped, and made some more notes.
He began to wonder what he had gotten himself into. Those weren’t love pats. It certainly seemed that this wasn’t the first time this woman had delivered a spanking. “Wow, you hit awfully hard.. for a girl,” he said. Ms. LeKane ignored the remark and kept penciling away on that damn clipboard. Another 50 spanks followed. He winced, squirmed and complained but the nasty slaps just continued to irritate his buttocks. Another respite while she jotted away. He felt so embarrassed, helplessly in bondage on this weird machine, being spanked hard by this gorgeous woman and reduced to a naughty, naughty boy, with an ass that was burning.
“Ok, we’re done?” he asked. No response.
She turned the machine up a little higher and delivered another volley of stingers. He wasn’t counting any more. Some tears began welling up as he tried to remain stoic. Suddenly, she turned off the machine. It’s over, thank God, he thought. More scribbling. She examined his tushy carefully, kneading it like dough, patting it, massaging it, doing who knows what with her hands and fingernails.
“The first portion of my experiment is completed,” announced Ms. LeKane. Noticing that he was sweating, and breathing heavily, she said, “I’ll get you a glass of water.” Marching out of the room, his eyes again glued to that magnetic buttocks, he sighed with some relief. She had left the clipboard within plain view and he glanced at it. At the top, it read:
“THE BACON PROJECT:
Behavioral Application, Conditioning and Ontological Neoscience.”
He had no idea what that meant. Scanning some of the verbiage he noticed references to Pavlov, B.F. Skinner, and other names with which he was unfamiliar. Ms. LeKane came back into the room with a glass of ice water. She released one of his hands from its metal restraint and handed him the water. It tasted very good, and his sore bottom appreciated the respite. Noting that the metal restraints had caused some slight bruising she went over to the cabinet and took out some soft leather cuffs and rope She toweled off some of his sweat and then secured his free hand with the leather cuff and rope, right back on that dreaded machine. She did the same with his other hand, made some notes and said, “Ok Mr. Red, we’re ready for Part 2.”
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She turned on the machine, cranking it a little higher and making Nate move more than he had in about a decade. He felt embarrassed about his fatty flesh bouncing around, especially his rear end. Ms. LeKane made more notes and waltzed over to the cabinet. When she returned she had two whips, one looked like a riding crop, not really for horses, with a nasty loop on the end, and the other, some sort of buggy whip.
“I’m going to take this machine up to your maximum safety level and encourage you to move with this crop of mine.” She swished it thru the air 3 or 4 times. Nate cringed. The machine was cranked up. The music she had put on had a dance like rhythm and the swishes coincided with it. Now they landed, left.. right.. left.. right.. After about 15 seconds he began pleading, “please Ms. LeKane, you’re really hurting me!” But she ignored his pleas, concentrating on covering every square inch of the area of his buttocks, from the “sit spot” to the area where it meets the thigh. She continued relentlessly, for two minutes (glancing at her watch) and then stopped. He was begging now. “Please, please Ms. LeKane, does this experiment have to hurt so much?”
She slowed the machine to a walking pace and stood right in front of him. “When you read the agreement you signed,” she stated calmly, “you will see that you have empowered me to inflict pain levels necessary for this project. The contract includes that I must not do anything to cause any permanent damage, and that evidence of what I do shall not be apparent by the time you have your next session, should you choose to do so. And the good news, is that you will be paid $100 cash for that 2nd session. Are we clear, Mr. Red Nate?”
“Yeah, I guess so..” he said.
“Ok. Now I could use a little respite and you could probably use one also.” That said, she went over to the CDs and popped on Led Zepp’s “Black Dog”. Grabbing the buggy whip, she started dancing, her drop-dead bod gyrating and undulating, “Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove..” Brandishing the nasty whip , she punctuated her bumps and grinds with short, supple wrist flicks that sizzled through the air. She was driving him crazy and when she lifted her arms high in the air he was transfixed by the patches of sweat that appeared at her underarms. What a dance — And what a woman!
She slowly danced twoards him. “Swish” went the buggy whip, leaving a thin red stripe. “Ah, ah, child, way you shake that thing, Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.” She spun around, removing her blouse. He fell in love. Moving in and out she swished away, making thin lines all over him. It hurt like hell but he was way too intoxicated with her to protest. On and on the song went, with intermissions while she danced away followed by more evil cuts from the buggy whip. Eventually, his rump resembled some kind of bizarre peppermint candy.
When the song ended she was sweating heavily, breathing hard. She released Nate, and he crumpled down onto the floor. “Need a woman gonna hold my hand, tell me no lies, make me a happy man“. She turned off the music and got them both tall ice waters and sat down next to him. “This is going even better than I expected,” she exclaimed.
“I’m so happy,” he said. “Anything for science!” “Are we done?” he queried.
“No, just taking a breather before the last phase of today’s experiment.”
His eyes moved to the glistening sweat on her cleavage. “Nate, look me in the eyes. Resist your animal urges for once, please,” she implored. He did as she asked, but gazing into her adorable eyes seem to have the opposite effect of what she was requesting.
“Ok, last phase,” she announced.
“Red.. I want you to get back onto this special cycle but I don’t want to restrain you. I need for you to cooperate voluntarily.”
How could he resist anything she asked for. “Ok, Ms. LeKane”.
He did as he was told and she continued taking notes. She went over to the cabinet, pulled out a fur blindfold and gently placed it on him.
He felt the machine moving now, his upper body bending over and his flanks being raised up into the air. He felt so vulnerable, his tushy right there, all stretched out. He was worried. “Try and relax as much as possible darling,” she cooed in his ear. “It will be less painful and I won’t risk breaking some of my equipment,” she added.
Again, he did as he was told.
“Now Nate, I want you to breathe deeply and try to tell me what you smell,” she asked.
“hmm, that smell.. it smells like some kind of underarm odor,” he said quizzically. (Oddly, he really liked that smell).
“Very good, that’s what it is and it’s from my underarms,” she announced. “Your olfactory system is working well. Now let’s proceed with the next step.”
She placed something in front of Nate’s nose. He sniffed. “Bacon?” he guessed. “That’s correct. Bacon is not bad for you but it’s very dense in calories.” Suddenly he felt something rather cold and very hard being held against his lower butt cheeks. “This is a heavy, dense wood paddle,” she explained. W-H-A-C-K, and he practically hit the roof. “Man, I ain’t gonna be able to sit for a week!” he exclaimed. She had hit dead center and low (a beautifully-delivered smack).
“Did you understand what I just said about the bacon, Nate?”
“Yes I did,” he responded.
W-H-A-C-K a perfect repeat! “YEOWEE,” yelled Nate. Tears started welling up again.
“Where’s the Ms. LeKane, Nate”?
“Ms. LeKane” he blurted, trying to hide the tears from her.
He heard the rustling of paper and opening of a jar.
“Open your mouth, please” she said.
He opened and she placed something in his mouth. “Mmm, that’s a Cheez Doodle with mayo, right,” he asked.
“Correct. Again, something high in calories, but this time less dense. I’ve chosen my newly-acquired tawse to make my point. Don’t be fooled by foods that taste light, but are loaded with calories,” she instructed.
SWISH/SMACK.. SWISH/SMACK.. SWISH/SMACK SWISH/SMACK.. went her tawse. Another “YEOWEE,” went Nate. Wow, that one hurt. He couldn’t decide which implement was worse, only that they were different. But he knew he had reached his limit.
“Please, please [sob] Ms. LeKane, can we finish this yet?”
“All right, Mr. Red Nate, you’ve been a terrific subject,” said Ms. LeKane. She pressed some buttons on the remote and the machine eased him into a standing position. He rubbed his buttocks to attempt to get rid of the horrible fire she had inflicted on his bottom. Then she threw her arms around him. (She made a mental note to herself about tawses that need to be broken in..).
She whispered in his ear: “Nate, you are a very very naughty boy, and you know it.” He nodded. “And what happens to very naughty boys, Nate?” “They get spanked, Ms. LeKane, spanked hard,” he said. “That’s right. And for the final phase of today’s session, I’m going to take you over my knee and do just that. I’m going to do what your mom should have, not in anger, but out of concern for your well-being.”
“And just to make it more poignant, look what we have here,” she added, as she took out a plate full of sliced carrots, celery, tomatoes and several other veggies.
“Now take this plate and set it down to the right of that straight-backed chair,” she ordered. “Yes, Ms. LeKane,” came the conditioned response, now automatic.
Ms. LeKane positioned herself on the chair and pointed to her lap. Nate came forward and climbed over it, his eyes gazing at the vegetable platter, his mind realizing that Ms. LeKane is a lefty.
The spanks began, each one beautifully delivered, using a whippy wrist motion that only a seasoned spanker can execute well, and covering all of the areas nicely, evenly. It hurt his already sore tush but nothing like the implements. He went into a reverie for the next 5 minutes or so until the excellent spanking came to a conclusion.
“You may get dressed now, Nate,” said Ms. LeKane.
He got up, tried to keep himself “together” after this whole experience, an absolute flood of emotions and sensations engulfed him. He dressed himself, regretting that he hadn’t folded his clothes neatly.
“Oh, lest I forget,” said Ms. LeKane, “here is your $50,” and she handed him a crisp bill. “I want you to give yourself a little time to process this experience, and if you choose to continue in the project, give me a call. Your next session will pay $100 and, if you haven’t lost any weight, you will get a very mild spanking. If you can manage to lose 3 lbs or more, you will get a little more than you got today, and you will have a chance to meet some of the other characters you saw in the cabinet. Understood?”
He looked her straight in the eyes and said, “understood, Ms. LeKane, and thank you.”
She gave him a little kiss on the cheek, opened the door and he exited. He don’t know whether he walked to his car or not, since it felt more like floating.
She locked the door, jotted a few final things on the clipboard, carefully cleaned the thick wood paddle, tawse, crop and buggy whip with Sporicidin and drew a bath for herself. She put the Bach CD back on.
She felt quite exhausted but completely exhilarated at the same time. The water was perfect and she guided her gorgeous body into the tub, leaned back. With her eyes closed she envisioned all the wonderful marks she had inflicted, heard his pleas and smiled. In the distance, she heard the phone ring, and Nate’s voice. ***
Dana Kane Premium Spanking Video – coming soon!
Original F/M Spanking Story: ‘New Year’s Resolutions and the Consequences of Failure’
We are off to an excellent start to 2012, with the fantastic story entries from the ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ writing contest. This one, titled ‘New Year’s Resolutions and the Consequences of Failure’ is an educated take on FLDD relationships, and accountability. Enjoy!
– Dana
Contest Winner: ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’ Spanking Story
This month’s spanking story contest, ‘I Broke my New Year’s Resolution’, was one of the most fun yet. Many thanks to the entrants, who have outdone themselves this time around.
It seems inevitable, looking at the numbers, that most of us will break our resolutions (again) this year – and there also seems to be no shortage of spankos who are willing to offer their bottoms up in trade for sticking to their plans. The lengths that these writers go to in order to see themselves properly disciplined for their expected offenses are quite impressive, and I think you’ll agree that each of them should know better next year.
Quite honestly, winners are getting harder and harder to choose. Those of you who’ve endeavored to commit the time and effort to these contests continue to bowl me over…my sincerest gratitude to each of you. I do hope that every one of you one day brings home the ‘prize’.
This month’s winner, whom I’ll call ‘E’, will receive his spanking for a job very well done on “Write What You Know”. This story is exactly what we’ve come to recognize from our spanko authors – a wonderfully-written story with relatable characters and absolutely fantastic spanking suspense.
Don’t read this one in a hurry…it’s too good to rush.
– Dana
New Site Suggestion
Readers,
I haven’t previously written reviews or suggestions of premium video-based spanking sites – and not because there isn’t a wealth of excellent content out there. It seems to me that those of us who are interested in purchasing spanking video content probably know full-well where and how to do so, so there’s never really seemed like much need for my two cents.
For the last couple of months, though, I’ve followed the ongoing construction of Pandora Blake’s Dreams of Spanking website through her Twitter feeds (@PandoraBlake and @DreamsOfSpanking ), and have been anticipating it’s going live. I’m sure that I was among many who were happy to see the unveiling recently.
As expected, there is a lot to like about Miss Blake’s vision, and the first word which comes to mind is ‘classy’. It’s a classy website. The text introductions are intelligent, succinct, and written by someone who’s obviously passionate about corporal punishment.
High-resolution images and beautifully-written scene synopses (along with a very attractive cast of players) make an excellent first impression, and costumes, scene settings, and high-definition technology guarantee great video.
But the most interesting part of Dreams of Spanking?
The FAQ.
This is where the true brilliance shows, in my opinion. We get some insight into the seriously impressive work which has gone into building the site itself, including a genius little bit of code which allows the site to operate without a restricted members’ area.
We also find out that Miss Blake’s website includes all sub-genres (including M/M spankings) within one site, which I’d like to stand up and applaud. We’re too small a group, us spankos, to go around breaking ourselves up into even smaller groups, in my ever-so-humble opinion. And you know my motto: This is about your backside, not your front side.
Naturally, Dreams of Spanking is still a work in progress. The site builders promise a “more sophisticated” search engine function, but the current one seems dandy to me. There is already a nice selection of content available, and they’ll be regularly updating video, photo sets, audio files, and who-knows-what-else.
Lastly, Pandora Blake seems like a nice girl. Genuinely, wholeheartedly nice.
And who doesn’t like to see nice girls spanked, hmm…?
– Dana
DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com
New Video: Product Testing with Dana Kane – Kitty’s Exotic Paddles
London, U.K., you say?
Indeed, I do. March 26-31.
I am eagerly anticipating my first trip to the U.K.
London holds many fascinations for me – the Houses of Parliament, Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, The London eye (dare I?), dozens of glorious museums, and quite literally tons of fish and chips. I fully intend to immerse myself in tourism…minus the coordinated separates and fanny pack, thankyouverymuch…for approximately a day-and-a-half.
Past that, it’s all about the spankings. (I cannot wait to get my hands on you misbehaving British boys, with your seemingly-innate appreciation for all things corporal.) Yes, I admit that dreams of tightly-laced governess shoes dance in my head when I imagine my time in London..
I will pack many, many canes.
And paddles. And hairbrushes. And straps. And other evil little injustices, with which to ‘leave my mark’ on London, as it were.
Since this will be my maiden voyage, I am going to be grateful for any advice you Londoners (or travelers) may provide concerning domestic play locations, decent and affordable lodging, and navigation of the city. If you know of a particularly lovely lady with a nice playspace, please refer her to me.
Likewise tips on great food and little-known sights.
– Dana
The ‘Other Stuff’ Survey
Readers,
NOTE that the request for fantasy scenarios in the below survey is F/F (that’s FEMALE/FEMALE, gentlemen). Please refrain from any further referencing of your genitals – or anyone else’s, for that matter – and please, for godssakes, behave yourselves.
– Dana
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New Video: Product Testing with Dana Kane – OTK Rug Beater
Readers,
I am happy to share this new Product Testing video with you, and to thank Cane-iac for once again manufacturing a product that is both functional and intense. I have put my OTK Rug Beater through it’s paces on several occasions and have not managed to break it yet – impressive.
Recently my friends at Cane-iac made me an offer I couldn’t refuse..a chance to work with an established, well-respected business within the kink community. I’ll be producing some promotional videos for their products (which I wholeheartedly endorse) and am excited at the prospect of having even more reason to make spanking videos.
Take a look around their website at www.Cane-iac.com. You may even find a different version of ‘The Good Boy OTK’ video there…
Social Sites for Spankos
For you social spanko-types, a listing of places where you can meet, chat, and inform yourself online:
Fetlife
While Fetlife caters to the entire kink/fetish/poly/porn community, there are many groups, events, and members with strictly spanking interests. Fetlife is a huge, active, free site, with available premium memberships with access to video.
Spanko.net
This is a site made up of fellow spanking enthusiasts. You can check out photo galleries, upload your own, and join group discussions and chat, all free. Members area and ads are available.
SpankoLife
Spankolife boasts just over three thousand members, and features photos, blogs, and other member-submitted content, free.
Bottom Lines
This is a free, members only, U.K.-based online spanking community. The forum boards look active and well-moderated.
SpankingNeeds
Spanking Needs, as mentioned in a previous post, is another active forum community for spanking enthusiasts. The message boards are well-trafficked, and the site itself is a wealth of spanking knowledge.
SpankFinder
According to the site description, “SpankFinder is a free match-making site for adults and non-professional spanking enthusiasts.” A few of my playmates have mentioned this site as a good place to look for lifestyle playmates.
Spankee Finder
This is mainly a site featuring links and information for professional spanking bottoms in the UK, but also lists local parties, events, and other useful information.
Spanking Tube
Not just a video site anymore, SpankingTube.com now offers members free profile pages, blogs, photo albums, and better-categorized videos.
I have also included links to local Spanking Groups and Parties in the right-hand side of this blogsite. Please let me know if your favorite group isn’t listed there, and I’ll add it.
– Dana
A Song for the Holidays, by Dana Kane
I laid them all out on the table, all twelve of them, just before he arrived; I smoothed the quilt on the bed, and closed the window blinds tight. It was Christmas in New York City, but I had no time to stare out the window at the bustle of downtown shoppers below.
Out came the wrist and ankle restraints, and the lengths of silk rope – within reach at the foot of the bed – and on went my Santa hat, just as the doorbell rang.
My smile was wide when I opened the door, both because I was happy to see him and because he had no idea what he was in for tonight. None the wiser, he walked right in and handed me his coat. Closing the door behind him, I sealed his fate.
As he followed me down the hall toward the bedroom, I decided that I was in no mood for small talk – we would get straight to tonight’s performance. I lead him directly to the table and instructed him to place the twelve spanking implements in order, from least painful to most. When he said that he wasn’t familiar with some of the implements and joked about that changing very soon by the look of things, I told him to take his best guess…and to hurry along.
When he finished, I asked him to strip completely and lie face-down on the bed. He complied, still smiling, but certainly wondering why we weren’t starting with a warm-up and some nice over-the-knee time. His smile wavered only briefly when I picked up the leather restraints and began buckling them around his wrists and ankles, attaching them with the silk ropes to the bed’s four corners.
Once he was completely restrained, I explained to him that his holiday gift this year would be a song. As a fellow music lover, I knew that he would appreciate the sentiment, if not the application. The song would be The Twelve Days of Christmas, naturally, and there was nothing he could do about it now that he was so nicely tied down.
We’d be beginning with the implement he’d chosen as ‘most painful’ and working our way down the line, so I sang to him gently…
“On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me twelve strokes with a brand-new leather tawse..”
..and proceeded to unload twelve hard, intense strokes of a three-tailed leather strap that would light up even the most seasoned spanko.
“Merry Christmas, dear.” I whispered as he wimpered.
“But I’m Jewish..” he said.
“That’s no excuse, dear. Let’s move on..
..on the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me – eleven swats with a big, red rubber loop.” I crooned lovingly, while he writhed about in his ropes.
“On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..ten strokes with a heavy wood paddle…
Nine whippy cane strokes, eight acrylic smacks, seven cane loop stingers, six hairbrush paddlings,
FIVE WOO-DEN SPOONS!…”
“But Hannukah has only eight days. We could stop now, couldn’t we? Please?” he tried.
“What, you don’t appreciate my singing? I worked hard on this song. You should just lie there and enjoy it. Unless you’d like me to start all over at the beginning again…?”
“No, no! I’m sorry. Please, finish the song. It’s very nice.” he panted.
“That’s better. Now, where was I? Oh yes..
..four short canes, three rubber smacks (“Hold still!”), two spanking buddies,
and one with a little balsa ruler!”
I took a stage appropriate bow while he caught his breath, then quickly released him from his restraints. “That was great!” he said, much happier about the whole thing now that it was over, “That leather tawse was really bad – can I have a glass of water?”
“Water? You think we’re finished here? Oh no, dear, we are nowhere near finished.” I laughed as he realized that, even though I wouldn’t be singing anymore (gratefully), the spanking had just begun.
“Now come and stretch yourself across my lap so I can give you a spanking..”
– Dana
What are we looking for?
The Google search box is still the single most powerful tool on the internet.
I can search for things so specific that – in most cases – I can find exactly what I’m looking for within the first ten or so listings. It’s terribly convenient, and keeps us from having to muck about in a bunch of unnecessary information.
When I look at the search terms which lead visitors to my blogsite, I find a lot of what you’d expect – very specified search terms, based on a person’s particular interests. They likely find what they’re looking for within those same ten or so search results.
Since we all obviously spend a lot of time focusing our searches on something specific, I thought that it would be fun to search some very general terms, and see what comes up…
Spanking
The first listing is the definition, by wikipedia:
Spanking refers to the act of striking the buttocks of another person to cause temporary pain without producing physical injury.[1] It generally involves one person striking the buttocks of another person with an open hand. When an open hand is used, spanking is referred to in some countries as slapping or smacking. More severe forms of spanking, such as switching, paddling, belting, caning, whipping, and birching, involve the use of an implement instead of a hand.
AllThingsSpanking.com and Chross.blog.ch are the first fetish-related listings – and both are worth taking a nice long look.
Another site which comes up in the first page listings is SpankingNeeds.com. The forum boards on the site seem active and well-moderated.
Discipline
While the first nine results were completely non-fetish-related, number ten redeemed the general search…
Cali and Heinz’ Firm and Loving Domestic Discipline blog shares this great couples’ adventures in spanking and domestic discipline.
Naughty
SoundPunishment.com rolls in in the top ten search results, and is a U.K.-based spanking video company featuring high-quality M/F content.
Spanking Naught Catherine also peeks in on the first page. Catherine is a U.K.-based “spankee and switch with curves like Venus”, and her site features some gorgeous photos of Catherine and her lovely bottom.
I guess the point is that we don’t always have to know exactly what we’re looking for to find something great. Go surfing.
– Dana
Spanking PSA: Safety First. And Second. And Third.
Readers,
It is impossible to say too much about safety, so..
Some of my playmates are twenty-plus year players, and some have trusted me with their first ever adult spankings. I am fortunate to play often, and with an amazingly diverse group of wonderful people. The one thing which all of my lovely spanking partners share is my concern for their well-being, both on and off the lap. That concern naturally extends to the entire community when it comes to personal safety during spanking play.
I know that many of us are well-versed on the do’s and dont’s of spanking safety, but I see nothing wrong with reiterating what may be, to some, new information. Can we touch on a few things, just in case?
The Cleaning of the Implements (also known as Common Sense)
Whether you play with one partner or many, it is absolutely imperative to clean those toys after each and every use. Buy yourself a bottle of Sporicidin (hospital-grade disinfectant) or fill a spray bottle with alcohol and take a minute to insure that it’s done properly by doing it yourself.
If you’re a party, group, or pro player this is even more important. Don’t be afraid to ask that your play partner clean their paddle, cane, or other implement before it is used on your body. If they’re offended, then politely thank them for their time, and then go and find yourself someone who’s as concerned about safety as you are. A quick scan of the internet will educate you quite quickly on the dangers of coming in contact with the germs and fluids of others. Which leads me to:
The Breaking of the Skin (and the Copious Seeping of the Plasma through the Pores)
Unless you are specifically interested in bloodletting and semi-permanent physical damage, there is absolutely, unequivocally, no reason to experience broken skin or seeping, even during the course of a very hard spanking (yes, this includes heavy wood paddles and canes, too). Strawberries, spots, and bruises are natural, especially if you’ve not achieved a high level of conditioning, but skin-breaking most certainly is not a necessary part of spanking activity.
It is possible to cause thinning of the dermis, through repeated breaks, which will cause the skin to be unable to properly repair itself, leaving you with an area which won’t fully recover no matter how long you go between spankings. You don’t want to render yourself unable to play in the future, do you?
I didn’t think so.
Plasma seepage occurs when the body rushes cells to the assaulted area in an effort to repair the damage that’s been done, and to try and prevent more. This happens with repeated intense impacts, or when the top layer(s) of skin are removed, usually from dense wood implements, or rough-surfaced ones, like sandpaper paddles.
*Note: I am not condemning heavy play, nor am I suggesting that the Breaking of the Skin should never occur. I do, on occasion, take part in heavy punishment scenes in which there is dermal damage – and I do believe that it occasionally contains merit (so does spraying a bit of 90% isopropyl alcohol on a freshly-caned bottom).
I simply believe that everyone involved should be as careful and responsible as possible on these occasions – and that we should all remember that a great spanking isn’t determined by it’s severity.
The Drawing of the Lines ( i.e. “What the hell are you doing back there?!”)
It is common knowledge among my playmates that I do not allow the use of safe words during play. As I consider spanking a completely consensual act, I see no reason to employ them. If my bottom is feeling particularly physically compromised – either from pain, position, or preoccupation – they are instructed to verbalize this to me directly.
While they consent to submitting to physical discipline, I consent to stop immediately if they achieve a level of sensation which they find truly offensive, and not merely painful.
Whether or not safe words are used, both players’ wishes should be observed and respected at all times. Naturally, the best way to achieve this is to discuss both your expectations and clearly state your limits beforehand. If at any time either spanker or spankee feels as though his or her wishes are not being respected, play should stop immediately. While this seems perfectly rational, I have written previously about the numbers of us who’ve allowed a scene to go too far in the wrong direction…proof that sometimes we overlook ourselves in the effort to not offend.
The spanking community are so very supportive and caring of one another, and I know that there are numerous safety considerations, cleaning techniques, and tips which I have not covered here. Please take a moment to share some of your Safe Spanko Wisdom with other readers in the comment box below.
Play safe, and have fun.
– Dana
P.S. Happy holidays!
Thanks for the Memories
I would like to take a few minutes to acknowledge my wonderful playmates – and some of the great memories you’ve given me..
You’ve made me laugh – from ‘Tickle This’ to Flash Gordon to photos of your pets, and ‘it’s the rubber loop for you’. You’ve wiggled, squirmed, sassed and back-talked…all to my great joy.
You’ve impressed me with your imaginations and acting abilities – we’ve explored the schoolhouse, the office, the bedroom, and the woodshed; we’ve played silly games, we’ve played dress up, and we’ve gotten down to serious business. If the world is a stage, then you all deserve Oscars.
You lead the MOST interesting lives, and I am honored to hear stories of your travels, performances, and death-defying adventures. You are musical, sporting, and learned. You also take the time to talk with me about our shared interests, and fuel my ever-present interest in knowing more about why we do this thing we do.
You have shared of yourselves here on my blog – the VBB and his WW, The Contest Winner and his Lovely Wife, Angel, Mover Miguel, Mr Marks, and all the rest have made this a much more interesting place to be.
You’ve trusted me – with your bodies, with your time, and with your friendship.
You have, to a person, been an absolute pleasure.
Thank you.
– Dana
(Now…who’s ready for another spanking?)
Upcoming Travel
Upcoming travel, December 2011 through March 2012.
DECEMBER 2011:
7-8 Ft. Lauderdale
9-10 Tampa
12-13 Richmond
13-14 Washington D.C.
14-15 Philadelphia
JANUARY 2012
9-10 Sacramento
10-11 San Francisco
11-13 Los Angeles
17-18 Phoenix
18-19 Houston
19-20 Nashville
24-25 Atlanta
25-26 Charlotte
26-27 Memphis
FEBRUARY 2012:
6-7 San Antonio
7-8 Dallas
8-9 Oklahoma City
9-10 Indianapolis
21-23 Seattle
23-24 Portland, OR
MARCH 2012:
9-10 Rochester, NY
12-13 Denver
13-14 Kansas City, MO
14-15 Cincinnati
26 – April 2 London, U.K.
More dates coming soon. Email for scheduling:
‘Dear Friends’ from The Wonderful Wife
‘My Birthday Spanking’ Contest Entry: F/M Spanking Stories
Here is another nice little story entry for the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ writing contest. Thanks again to all the contributors.
– Dana
New Contest: ‘I Broke My New Year’s Resolution’
Readers,
The statistics on New Year’s Resolutions are likely not scientific…but they are interesting.
The most common Resolutions annually are:
Our hearts are in the right places, certainly..but here’s
the sad truth:
- As in every contest, you’re welcome to write as little or as much as you like.
- Your story may contain m/m, m/f,f/m, and f/f content. All spankings are welcome. (You do not have to include me as a character in your story.)
- You may write a narrative, song, poem…any pleasing combination of words on spanking.
- Do not include any characters, or situations depicting characters, under 18 years of age.
- When writing non-fiction, please change real names and places to protect privacy.
- No sex, no genitalia, no foul language. No exceptions. (I will either choose to refrain from posting your entry entirely, or edit it into literary oblivion.) This is about your backside – not your front side.
- The winning author will receive a free spanking session with me, either in my home city of Las Vegas, or any of the cities to which I have planned travel in upcoming months (this now includes London, U.K.).
- If you reside in an area in which I do not have planned travel and are unable to present yourself to me here, please enter your story as a non-contestant so that the winner may actually receive his or her ‘prize’.
- By sending your story entry, you agree to allow me to share it here.
Conversations with Spankos: Chapter Four
Chapter Four: Couples Therapy
I receive a fair amount of communication from couples. Usually, they are already engaged in some sort of spanking play, and some are living DD or FLDD relationships. A few are interested in learning about spanking from a ‘newbie’ standpoint, and have little to no prior spanking experience but lots of curiosity.
These Couple Playmates -like the VBB and his Wonderful Wife, and the Contest Winner and his Wife – are some of my most enjoyable spanking experiences. Their comfort with me and trust in the disciplinary process are great reminders of how effective domestic discipline can be for all involved when used properly.
It seems that something about ‘sharing’ the experience allows the dominant partner to explore the discipline play in ways which allow her to open up more to the process of fully spanking the living daylights out of her bottom. The most common comment that I hear from bottoms after couple play is:
“She doesn’t usually hit me that hard.”
And from the top:
“I haven’t enjoyed spanking him that much in a long time.”
I know that this is not always the case, as many partners are strictly monogamous in their spanking play…but would like to hear your opinions on ‘sharing’ discipline or play. Is this something which you and your partner have explored, either in private or at a spanking gathering? If it is, what differences do you notice in your play style, intensity levels, or mood afterward? And if not, why?
– Dana
‘My Birthday Spanking’ Story Entry: F/M Spanking Stories
Readers,
It is impossible to be a fan of spanking and not know who Dana Specht is…and this entry to the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ story contest gives more good reason to respect this powerful disciplinarian. As this is a ‘true story’ submitted by one of my readers, I’ve edited a few specific details in order to protect anonymity.
Enjoy!
– Dana
New Dana Kane Video: The Good Boy OTK
‘My Birthday Spanking’ Contest Entry: F/F Spanking Stories
This F/F entry to the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ Story Contest, submitted by my dear friend Angel, is eloquently written and terribly realistic. (Since a few of my friends do enjoy submitting stories for the contests, and most especially because I do not wish to show favoritism, their entries are allowed as non-contestants. Angel receives her ‘fair share’ of spankings regardless, I assure you.)
– Dana
(Remember to click ‘Read More’ below to read the complete story.)
‘Stuart’s Surprise Birthday Spanking’: F/M Spanking Stories
‘Stuart’s Surprise Birthday Spanking’ is detailed, interesting, and – best of all – a great F/M entry to the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ story contest. Enjoy!
– Dana
STUART’S SURPRISE BIRTHDAY SPANKING
Stuart and Jenna had met at a fall sorority social at a northwestern state university in the 1960’s. Their romance moved along to the extent that they were seeing each other exclusively and spent a lot of their time outside classes together. He was a senior Business Administration student, while she was a sophomore in the Faculty of Education, so they shared little of their schedule during the day. However, lunch was always fun as they gathered in the college cafeteria at his fraternity table or with her sorority sisters. Most everyone in the crowd knew each other and it was the kind of fun that college kids enjoy. Stuart had a 1955 Chevrolet hardtop, salmon and grey in color, and he and Jenna spent some passionate evenings parked in secluded areas around the campus. Things progressed to the point that they both explored each other in what was termed “petting”, and became very passionate and desired more and more intimate contact.
One evening while they were parked on behind a public school on the playground, Stuart shared with Jenna that he had always been fascinated by spanking, and had thought a lot about sharing that with her. He told her that he had a strong desire that she would spank him. Jenna was silent for a few moments, and then asked “Why would you want me to spank you–I care for you so much!”. Stuart carefully explained that it was a mental and physical turn-on for him, and asked if she would try it. He said that he had a small wooden paddle that he had hidden in the glove compartment, and showed it to her. This led to his first spanking by Jenna—over her lap in the car and on his bare bottom. He loved it, and told her how much it meant that she would agree to spank him. Over the course of the remaining school year, she would from time to time give Stuart a spanking with the small paddle.
In June, Stuart graduated from college with his business degree, and went off to work on a job with a gas pipeline company in Houston, Texas. Jenna had a summer job at a packing plant in the northwest, and they were separated by several thousand miles. They wrote and phoned each other as much as possible, but the separation hurt the relationship as Stuart started to date Ruth who worked in his employer’s head office.
As his 22nd birthday approached in late August, Stuart received a phone call from Jenna, who informed him that she was taking one week off at the end of her summer and flying to Houston to visit him. She informed him that “I will be there two days before your birthday, and not leaving until three days after it. I want to be with you every day that week”. “Great”, Stuart replied. “I will pick you up at the airport in Houston and it can just be the two of us together! Wow!, I am so excited that you are coming here!”.
The day soon came that he picked Jenna up in the afternoon when her flight landed in Houston. They kissed and held hands as they walked to the car. “I will take you right to my apartment and you can get freshened up and then I will take you out for dinner”, said Stuart. “Fantastic! All I have had to eat today was peanuts and crackers on the flight…and I am starving” replied Jenna. At the apartment there was some wonderful kissing, touching and feeling, and then Jenna excused herself to take a shower and change into a nice pants suit. When she emerged from the bedroom all freshened up, she announced that she had brought a special birthday present for Stuart, but that he would have to take her out to dinner first, and then she would share it when they got back to the apartment.
They went to a nice steakhouse on the Old Spanish Trail in south Houston, and when they got back to the apartment, Jenna excused herself and went into the bedroom. Delving into her suitcase, she came out with the mystery present, which was wrapped in gift paper and was about two feet long and only a few inches wide. She kissed Stuart and said “Now open it up”. Stuart wondered what it could be but saw that it was a flexible package. He undid the wrapping and to his surprise and somewhat delight, saw a black razor strap that had apparently been modified by cutting off some of its length. It was only about a foot and a half long counting the molded handle. It was two layers thick, but there was tape around it binding the two layers together. Stuart saw that it was about three inches wide, or maybe a little less.
Jenna had a sly smile on her face as she spoke to Stuart. “I hope you like my surprise gift, and what I plan on doing with it. You need a good birthday spanking, and I am ready to give it to you now!”. Stuart gulped, as he eyed the strap which she had picked up. “Please go into the bedroom and take off your clothes and prepare for a real spanking”, she said. Stuart’s heart started to pound—she had a serious look and he started to undress. But, he was anxious to follow her instructions and see where this led. Soon he was standing stark naked and Jenna came into the bedroom and said “Pile the pillows in the middle of the bed, and then lay over them with your bottom in the air. I want to see it extended and waiting for my strap”. Stuart did just what she instructed, and as he lay over the pillows with his bare bottom stuck in the air, he shivered and awaited the first blow of the razor strap.
Jenna said “Stuart, I love you and know you need this spanking. Since it is your 22nd birthday, I will give you one stroke for each year. Don’t move until I am done. You will count each stroke”. “Yes, dear” replied Stuart. In only a few seconds the first stroke of the strap landed square across the middle of his bottom. It hurt immediately with a sharp, serious pain. “Oh! Ouch!…..er…One” exclaimed Stuart with his face buried in the bedsheet. Some ten or so seconds later the second strap stroke landed with a sharp smacking noise. “Two!” “Ow—not so hard—that really stings!” he pleaded. Jenna did not reply, but instead landed a harder third stroke to his now reddening behind. “Please, Jenna—why so hard!!” he pleaded. “I did not hear a count” was all she said. “Three!” he responded. The birthday strapping went on through all 22 strokes, and by about the 10th one his bottom was becoming a very dark red and as she progressed through the next ten, it was clear that some bruises were evident. Still, Jenna kept laying on the razor strap to his enflamed buttocks, until finally he was able to gasp “Twenty two!”. The strapping ended and he rubbed his sore bottom with his hands. “Here, Stuart, that is my job and I have brought some soothing lotion for your bottom” Jenna said. She had a jar of some cooling ointment and rubbed his bottom with it. While there was no doubt that he had received a very hard birthday spanking, he felt a rush and sort of relief that she had come all this way with such a gift and then gave him his first really hard spanking as an adult. “I love you–you gave me just what I needed for my birthday” he told her. Their lovemaking was the most passionate that they had ever experienced. They enjoyed the next few days together, and while he did not receive any more spankings from Jenna, he cherished the memory of that one birthday spanking that she had lovingly given him.
The End.
Spanking PSA: Professional Etiquette
Readers,
While the content of this PSA may not pertain to all of you, I believe that it will serve as an excellent learning tool for some.
There are some things which I consider understood and unspoken that, sadly, do not naturally occur to everyone. While I am not in the advice-giving business, nor do I speak for my fellow professional disciplinarians, it seems a good idea to point out some generally helpful guidelines for those considering contacting/interacting with myself or one of my skilled contemporaries.
First, it is recommended that you take a look at the website of the person with whom you’d like to communicate. Actually read about them, their interests, and their preferred method of contact.
Then, stop. Think about what you’d like to say before you say it. If you are thinking of using any of the myriad words to describe your genitalia, it’s state or function, or of discussing your masturbatory habits…go back to the first guideline. Does the person in question specifically request – anywhere on the site – this information? (The answer will almost always be NO – they do not.)
This is about your backside, not your front side.
Next, either make a considerate telephone call or send a respectful introductory email. Introduce yourself, state your interests, and provide any requested information.
That seems very simple, doesn’t it?
Just in case, here are a couple examples:
Example #1: The Bad Email Example
hey, call me i need a hard spankin
how much do u charge?
Example #2: The Good Email Example
Hello Ms Kane,
My name is Joe and I am interested in receiving a spanking from you. I am 54, fit, and have references available upon request. Please let me know if I may be considered.
Regards,
Joe
###-###-####
– Dana
‘A Perfect Spanking Storm’ : A true story, by the VBB
Readers,
I won’t lie – the VBB nearly won this round.
He was at his super-bratty best, and his Wonderful Wife and I fairly exhausted ourselves in the effort to subdue his behavior. This ‘topping from the bottom’ may seem fairly obvious in retrospect, but it took nearly an hour for it to sink in to us that day…the VBB was messing with our heads.
There we were, working our disciplinarian fingers to the bone, while his brattiness continued to escalate. (It should go without saying that this boy has an exceptional pain threshold to back up his smart-ass comments, so our playtimes are much more intense than the average spanking enthusiast would or could endure.)
After a bit of consideration, I decided that we’d need to take stronger measures if we were to regain control of the situation.
From the VBB:
A Perfect Spanking Storm
It was a perfect spanking storm; two determined and unwavering disciplinarians, one feisty VBB, an unusually higher pain tolerance, a spanking challenge and the emergence of a very bratty inner child. It seems as though the spanking stars and planets were perfectly aligned and the spanking gods had given their blessings for this perfect storm to take place. In its wake was left a trail of utter destruction; five broken implements, two exhausted disciplinarians with one sustaining a bruised leg, an extremely inflamed, bruised, and throbbing backside, two sore feet, two aching nipples and one sincerely remorseful VBB. It was a day to remember, a day which will probably never happen again, a day which no one came out the winner and nothing was settled. It was a day which each of us will remember and probably not wish for it to happen again. It was the perfect spanking storm.
It started off simply enough, a short email proposing a challenge for our upcoming visit. The challenge was straightforward; could Ms. Dana and my Wife both break a bath brush over my bottom at the same time? The challenge was accepted, brushes were bought and rules set in place. As the day of our visit came I started to have some doubts, I was beginning to rethink the saneness of the challenge as I remembered how much it hurts when a bath brush is broken on my bottom. I sent an email that morning trying to convince Ms. Dana that we should forgo the challenge. Her response clearly revealed she had no interest at all in abandoning the challenge. I tried a number of times to convince my Wonderful Wife to forgo the challenge, all to no avail. As our appointed time came for our session I made one last appeal to Ms. Dana and my Wonderful Wife and as before it only fell on deaf ears, although I was given an opportunity to explain why I wanted to call off the challenge. I explained my reasoning that it was going to hurt a lot and Ms Dana simply said “of course it’s going to hurt” and with that my final plea was shot down. Ms. Dana suggested they start off methodical and hard and I suggested they don’t start at all. Telling me to be quiet they proceeded to prove that they could both break a bath brush over my bottom at the same time. My wife quickly matched Ms. Dana’s rhythm and intensity and after only eight hits Ms. Dana’s brush shattered. This made my Wife even more determined to break Hers. With Ms. Dana cheering Her on She increased Her intensity and was determined not to stop until it was broken. Unfortunately Her bath brush split instead of breaking. Because the brush split it was pinching my bottom every time it made contact with my bum. So with a bit of disappointment and in the interest of always playing safe and sane we had to stop the challenge. As the challenge came to an abrupt and unceremonious end we all just kind of paused for a few moments as we processed the fact that the challenge was over before it really began. Looking over at the end table one of us mentioned Dana’s new resin bath brush which she had just bought and wondered out loud if it would have lasted longer. So Ms. Dana picked up her new resin bath brush and gave me a good whack with it. My ill-fated response was to issue a chuckle and utter some uncontrolled smart-ass comment. This led to an unexpected and very hard painful smack to the fleshy part of my upper leg. Her new bath brush immediately broke in half and left a nice big red mark on my leg. Thus in the first five minutes of our play session three implements had already met their fate and others were soon to follow.
It was then my inner bratty child reared his obnoxious head and before I knew it I was channeling the little bratty bugger. From that point, it just all went downhill. Finding myself in a semiconscious state my bratty inner child took over and began uncontrollably to utter smart assed comments. At first Ms. Dana was just keeping track of all the bratty comments. However, as my bratty inner child increasingly became brattier the smart-ass comments were met with a hard and sound smack. The harder and longer the smacks the brattier my inner child became and the smarter the comments were. Before we knew it we found ourselves embroiled in a battle of determination, Ms. Dana and my Wife determined to curb my bratty comments and my inner bratty child was determined to not give in. This battle went on for a while which eventually lead to the demise of two more implements one wooden spoon and Dana’s loop cane which I believed was featured in Her last product testing video. Being that I often bear the blame and unfairly suffer the consequences when one of Her implements is broken, I became very nervous when I saw the broken loop cane. I quickly reminded Ms. Dana that She could send the loop cane in and it will be replaced with a new one. I was very relieved when She mentioned that She was not worried about replacing the loop cane. The battle continued and as the causalities mounted my bottom was beginning to show the results of our very heavy play. It was determined that my bottom had reached the point where we needed to stop. So once again, in the interest of always playing safe and sane Ms. Kane and my Wonderful Wife called a halt to the unrelenting beating of my bottom.
One would think if a spanko’s bottom was no longer eligible for play that the session would come to an end. Well not in my case, my bratty inner child was still lurking about and the two Lovely Ladies were still determined to rein in my bratty inner child, thus came Ms. Dana’s solution to their dilemma. She would show my Wife various new and creative ways of inflecting physical pain and discomfort upon my person. As a result my feet, nipples and other areas of my personhood enter into the devastating battlefield of determination and quickly became causalities themselves. Once I knew their plan I boldly spoke up and told Ms. Dana “You do not need to teach my Wife anything new” of course, this was met with the same results as my other objections. So off they went Ms. Dana teaching new and disturbing ways of inflecting physical pain and discomfort and my Wife eagerly and enthusiastically soaking it all in and gleefully trying everything Ms. Dana showed Her. It was amazing how a change in battle plans affected my inner bratty child, all of a sudden my inner child was no longer as eager to be so bratty. After some very unpleasant and agonizing cane strikes to my feet, my bratty inner child was no longer wanting to play. Once they tired of “playing” with my feet, Ms. Dana proceeded to teach my Wife other evil skills which she enthusiastically put into practice but are two nefarious to describe here. Thus was the beginning of the end of the perfect spanking storm and the presences of my bratty inner child.
Regrettably, before my inner bratty child was brought under control I made a few unfortunate decisions that got me into some real trouble and led to some very painful and humbling consequences. I must have been worried that Angel was getting to close to taking over in the naughtiness department that I momentarily lost my mind and shot my Wife the OK gesture which unfortunately has negative implications for Her. What is worse I know better than to ever give Her the OK sign. I knew I was in real trouble when one second She was standing at the foot of the bed and the next second She was an inch from my face pinching my nipples and reminding me just how much She does not like that gesture. My Wife response to my gesture happened so fast that I had no time to react or to be scared. In fact, Her response was so immediate that I think it took Ms. Dana by surprise. Dana quickly assessed what I had done was a series breach of respect so she jumped right in to lend a hand. If that was not foolish enough my second unfortunate decision of the day certainly was. I made a somewhat mocking head shake while Ms. Dana was talking. I knew it was a very big mistake when She immediately stopped and stared straight at me and asked very sternly if I had just mocked Her. Without even giving me a chance to respond, She went from Ms. Dana to Ms. Kane disciplinarian. Unlike my Wife, Ms. Kane provided plenty of time for my fear level to skyrocket. She grabbed a thick solid wooden spoon and proceeded to give me one of the most scathing and frightening scolding’s I think I have ever received. She then ordered me to lift my shirt where She proceeded to administer the most painful two smacks to my nipples with her wooden spoon. The pain from the first smack was so terrific that I doubled over and covered my chest; the worst moment was when She told me to stand up and lift my shirt again so She could smack the other side. By then my inner bratty child had completely disappeared and left me standing all alone hesitantly raising my shirt and dreading what was about to happen. While the two smacks to my nipples were extremely painful I would gladly have taken more just to avoid the scathing scolding She gave me. I quickly remembered my Wife and Ms. Kane are strictly holding me responsible for my behavior and they are not giving me any leeway with my misbehavior. Ms. Kane made it very clear that I am never allowed to mock Her or allowed to show any type of disrespect to Her or my Wife. Needless to say I offered a very sincere apology to both of them admitting that my behavior was out of line and I never should have disrespected them as I did. I left a comment to Angel on her last entry to Dana’s website suggesting we should try to go six months before either of us got in trouble with Ms. Kane again. Well I think I made it a week before I found myself in trouble with Ms. Kane. However, once these indiscretions were resolved we were back on good terms and once again enjoying our time together.
Back in March when I first emailed Ms. Kane, I never dreamed our relationship with Ms. Kane would develop the way it has. I certainly never expected that my Wife would call on Her again to help Her administer a well-earned punishment. I never anticipated I would be held accountable by two strong dominate women who have no issues whatsoever in administering discipline and holding me to a much higher standard of behavior than I have exhibited in the past. I 22never in my wildest dreams ever thought I would not only have a Wonderful Wife as my HoH but also have a Professional Disciplinarian to whom I would have to give an account to and be responsible to. To my Wonderful Wife thank you for loving me, accepting me with all my faults, accepting my spanking desires and for being my HoH. To Ms. Kane thank you for caring the way you do and expecting more from me than I expect from myself. Thank you for
not being afraid of calling me on the carpet and not letting me get away with hiding bad behavior.
Sincerely a Very Sore VBB
Video: A Couple more F/F Scenes for Discipline Academy
Not only am I always happy to do a little video for my Discipline Academy friends, but it is never hard to convince me that Angel needs punishing.
Here are a couple clips/links to DA’s clips4sale store:
In this clip, Angel is receiving just punishment for breaking the dress code in nearly every possible way.
In the second video, Ms Mona Rogers and I are forced to take strong measures…
‘It’s Not Always What You Think’ : Original Spanking Stories
Readers, enjoy ‘It’s Not Always What You Think’ – an excellent entry to the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ story contest. I think you’ll like the *slant* as much as I did.
– Dana
Zoe: A note from the Contest Winner’s Wife
Dear Dana,
Zoe,
The pleasure was mine. Tim’s story was so well-imagined that it was likely I would enjoy his company, but you were a delightful bonus! Beautiful and skilled – you are a formidable disciplinarian.
I will look forward with much anticipation to the opportunity to play with you two again.
– Dana
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Readers,
THIS is why I hold the writing contests. Every single one has led to my meeting and playing with someone who I find interesting and intelligent. It’s not just about the stories…it’s also about the storytellers.
– Dana
‘Happy Birthday Greg Thornton!’ : F/M Spanking Stories
The ‘My Birthday Spanking’ story contest was a lot of fun, and it looks like the entrants enjoyed themselves, too. The author of ‘Happy Birthday Greg Thornton’ is yet another example of the wonderful readers and contributors of this blog. Thank you again.
– Dana
)Remember to click ‘Read More’ below to finish the story.)
Photo: The VBB…three weeks later
F/M Spanking Stories: ‘My Birthday Spanking’ entry
This entry from another great friend and fellow spanking enthusiast (a non-contestant in the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ contest due to our friendship) is well-penned and really quite funny. Thanks again to my wonderful buddies who take the time and imagination to enter their works – you’re the best.
Enjoy!
– Dana
A Few Words (and a photo!) from the Contest Winner
Readers,
This week, I delivered the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ story contest winner his Prize…
After contacting Tim to tell him of his victory, I found that he was so happy to have won the writing contest that he shared the ‘good news’ with his lovely wife, Zoe. I promptly invited him to ask Zoe along for our playtime, and to my great good fortune she accepted.
Zoe and I had a fantastic time teaming up on Tim, and he was an amazingly good sport about the whole thing (imagine that).
They’ve been kind enough to send along a photo to share here, a few hours post-spanking. Not only can Tim take a hard spanking, but he has a surprisingly resilient bottom! (Below the photo, a few words from Tim on our fun afternoon.)
– Dana
Original F/M Spanking Stories: ‘Twin Cheeks’
Here is an exceptional entry to the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ story contest, written by one of my favorite new playmates. I gave him his first spanking…and will soon deliver another.
A true spanko, he’s even started his own blog, with an interesting perspective on the spanking lifestyle. Visit his new blogsite at: Secret Spanko.
‘Twin Cheeks’
(Make sure to click ‘Read More’ below to finish the story.)
Angel’s Pre-Punishment Blog
Readers,
Another nice entry from Angel, who will be receiving this punishment…today.
F/M Spanking Stories: ‘When I get Older’
Sung to the tune of ‘When I’m Sixty-Four’ by the Beatles, this ‘song’ tickles me to no end for it’s fun style and thoughtful rhyming. Many thanks to the songwriter for his entry in the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ Story Contest.
You’ll be older soon,
And if you say the word,
We will thank you too..
Original F/M Spanking Story: ‘Michael Clicked on His Favourites’
Here is another excellent entry to the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ Story Contest, and another reason why I wish that I could award each entrant with a ‘prize’ all his/her own. Enjoy.
– Dana
F/M Spanking Story: ‘Close to Home’
A very well-written (slightly edited for somewhat naughty content) entry for the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ Story Contest, ‘Close to Home’ is further proof of the creativity of the readers and contributors to this blog. Thank you.
– Dana
I could hear her rustling around in her implement bag. She returned carrying a large but fairly thin wooden paddle, and laid it down on the table before coming up to me.
Give ’til it Hurts: Spanking for Charity
Readers,
In 2012, I will begin organizing and planning several fundraising ideas to coincide with community events all over the country.
The general idea is a ‘Get a Spanking for Charity’-type fundraising booth at spanking parties (held by groups such as Chicago’s Crimson Moon) where all donations will go directly to an animal charity organization in that group’s local area. I will not be selling product at these events, and every dollar given will be passed along to the chosen non-profit organization.
I have always been involved in animal charities, and have had, thus far, a life full of the love of pets I’ve adopted, found, or rescued. There are thousands of worthy places to donate money, and I will make careful choices of the local organizations doing good work. They all need lots of funding, and I cannot imagine a more fun way to help out than Spanking for Charity.
When you’re planning your party schedule and budget for 2012, please remember to put aside a few dollars for what I hope you’ll agree is a worthy cause, and a helluva lot of fun.
– Dana
F/M Spanking Stories: ‘My Birthday Spanking’ entry
Dana Kane, by RedRump
My Birthday Spanking Story Contest Winner
Readers,
This was a particularly enjoyable contest, as the entries are all so varied and unique. I am certain that you will enjoy them as much as I have.
I must issue my usual disclaimer that choosing one winner for these little contests is extremely difficult. There were nearly two dozen individual submissions to the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ story contest, and each author made a genuine effort at excellence. (Entrants: I am, as always, pleased and thoroughly humbled at your willingness to share your talents with me and the readers of my blog. Without your contributions, it would be a much less interesting place.)
And the winner is:
‘A Shared Experience’
Note: Every contest, I receive a few entries which I am unable (read:unwilling) to publish. This is always due to content which I have specifically outlined in the contest guidelines as being unacceptable. It pains me a bit to know that a few of you spend a lot of time, energy, and imagination writing these stories which I then cannot publish because you haven’t heeded these simple requests relating to content.
Yes, it is possible for me to edit your stories, and I sometimes do, but in many instances doing so would simply destroy the narrative and make the remaining pieces impossible to follow. (Also, keep in mind that it is impossible to win the ‘prize’ if I cannot publish your work.)
In the future, please do us all a great favor and stick to the rules…I would love to share each and every submission.
– Dana
Fantasy and Desire, Part One: F/M Spanking Fiction
Readers,
Here is a sexy little spanking story from one of my wonderful playmates. I am hoping to be able to share much more of his writing in future. Enjoy!
– Dana
Fantasy and Desire, Part One:
Isabella couldn’t believe her eyes at first. Her girlfriend Melissa and she had been friends forever and as such, these comfortable after work wine socials had been going on every Friday evening since college. When she and Ernie got together and became lovers she never really saw any reason for them to stop. In fact, Melissa and she both thought Ernie’s presence to their little Friday ritual added to things and he really seemed to enjoy being one of the girls. But tonight she noticed Ernie’s attention really seemed to be drawn to Melissa’s legs, he just could not keep his eyes off them. Certainly she could understand why. Melissa was coyly wearing a very short red skirt, showing not only a lot of her long sexy legs, but the lacy tops of her stockings and the milky cream white of her smooth thighs were showing as well. Worse she seemed to show more of her legs as each glass of wine worked its relaxing magic. That, among other visual glimpse we won’t mention.
.He had never known a woman who had such complete mastery and control of her sexuality and there was nothing she wasn’t comfortable with. She had certainly taken him on more sexual adventures in their short time together than all the other women he had ever met, combined. And even though some were a bit strange to his way of thinking originally, each in the end had been exciting and sensually engaging. So no matter what she had planned he could only look forward to it with excitement and a minimal amount of trepidation. So pouring them each a glass of wine, Ernie headed for the bedroom with anticipation of a night he would long remember…oh if he only knew.
Video: A Broken Heart for The VBB
Readers,
I am very pleased to be able to share this snippet of video with you, by request of the Very Bad Boy and his Wonderful Wife.
The very first time I met the VBB, his WW left him in my care. He and I dealt with some serious issues on that one occasion, and he promised to change his behavior in the future.
All of our subsequent playtimes have included the Wonderful Wife – she and I ‘tag-teaming’ him – and all have been nothing but f-u-n. Even though all of our play has been lighthearted, make no mistake…we play hard. Really hard.
This time was different, though. This time the Wonderful Wife, HoH, determined to request my assistance in dealing with some recent sneaky behavior on the part of the VBB. Of course, I accepted.
First, I count this couple among my most favored playmates, and would be hard-pressed to turn down an invitation from them, whatever the request.
Second (as I explained to the VBB), I am now invested in his process. I was frustrated and disappointed when hearing of his misbehavior and welcomed the opportunity to hold him accountable.
This is just a small part of Punishment Day…and very early on, as evidenced by the lack of damage to his bottom.
Enjoy (we did).
– Dana
F/M Spanking Stories: Fouettard’s Academy – Part Four : End of Term
Fouettard’s Academy: (4) End of term
This marks the end of UK Laureate’s ‘Fouettard’s Academy’ – a wonderfully detailed and entertaining F/M Spanking Story in four parts.
If you haven’t already, please take a moment to attach a thank-you to UKL in the comment box, as he’s shown such generosity in sharing his writing talent and imagination with us all, again and again.
(And if you’re still having trouble commenting, try using the Google Chrome browser…it seems to work fine with the Blogger format.)
– Dana
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Discipline Academy Video, starring Angel (and Dana Kane)
Readers,
Since you’ve had the opportunity to read some of Angel’s thoughts on D/S, spanking, and our time together, I thought you may like to see her (us, actually) in action. After our workday, I could think of no better way to blow off some steam than to film a quick scene for our mutual friends at Discipline Academy. While much of their content is heavy BDSM-themed, we thought it would be fun to do something a bit different…something more my style. Angel, in her wonderful way, was up for just about anything, so I decided to take the opportunity to address a little problem of hers – holding still.
Angel is cute as a button, sweet as she can possibly be, and tough as nails. She proves it in the video we made for Discipline Academy, titled ‘Endurance Challenge’.
Warning:
This is not typical spanko-style video, nor is it anything like the videos which I make here, at home.
Angel and I play out a corporal punishment and endurance scene, which includes somewhat heavy use of cane, leather and rubber implements on the buttocks, thighs, and other areas…as well as some relatively intense verbal and psychological manipulation. While I do not delve into anything disturbing, obscene, or severe…some viewers of my other videos may find this one rather, well…intense.
– Dana
The VBB: Prepunishment Journal: The Final Installment
With his Punishment Day looming, I will let the VBB speak for himself…
– Dana
There always seems to be at least one statement, which Ms. Kane writes in her Emails that seems to leap off the screen and catches my attention. I am not sure if she purposely plans to use specific phrases or if they just happen to be what she is thinking at the time. It really does not matter because the result is the same; they catch my attention and inevitably cause my anxiety level to rise a good deal. Statements such as “We’ll deal with this behavior in short order,” “you will receive true discipline,” “You know that you’re in trouble,” “understand the necessity for seriousness.” While each statement alone elicits a feeling of apprehension, seeing them together creates a much deeper sense of dread. However, none of these statements either by themselves or as a whole produces in me the overwhelming feeling of panic as much as the words …“Punishment Day”… these two words cause a feeling of impending doom to well up in my stomach. The simple phrase caught me so off guard when I first read them that I lost my concentration as a growing numbness engulfed me. As I reread the dreaded words, the numbness gave way to a surge of adrenalin and I had to fight the urge to get up and run. Of course, there was no place to run and running would not have changed what Ms. Kane had written.
Survey Results
With a current response count of 332, the What Makes Us Tick – And Tingle survey is a great way to investigate the many ways in which we spankos come together…and differ.
Forty-four percent of respondents said that they were rarely (or never) spanked at home, with the majority of those who WERE spanked at home receiving hand spankings and/or beltings as the chosen form of discipline. A full fourteen percent (about 44 respondents) said that they’d never really been disciplined prior to adulthood and have no idea why they’re into it now.
Also, over fifty respondents so far have said that they were play spanked by another boy/girl of their age.
I found the numbers for ‘It’s a Hard Knock Life’ – a question about self-spanking to be particularly interesting:
I have never self-spanked, and have no interest in trying. 19%
I have tried self-spanking but found it unsatisfying. 38%
I self-spank occasionally, but only out of necessity. 17%
I like self-spanking from time to time, and find it pleasurable. 14%
I often self-spank and thoroughly enjoy the sensation. 6%
A whopping one hundred fifty-four (154) respondents, a full 46 percent, said that they’ve never managed to have a good cry during spanking, but are hopeful.
For those hopeful masses, five percent answered that they’d cried once during a spanking…and it was amazing.
66% of you like scolding – but no humiliation.
14% like it (verbally) rough.
A full half of all respondents said that, while they’d love to attend, there have been no spanking parties/gatherings for them. Twenty-seven percent have no interest in attending; and a few of you have been to nearly every party on the block.
I am particularly grateful for the mere 7% of female respondents, but cannot neglect the other 90+% who are male (70 percent over 40):
Thank you, gentlemen – once again – for reading, commenting, and sharing. It is my distinct pleasure, as always.
– Dana
New Video: Product Testing – Cane-iac Canes
‘Extraordinary Experiences with Ms Dana Kane’
F/M Spanking Stories: Fouettard’s Academy – Part Three
It just keeps getting better.
The third installment of Fouettard’s Academy, titled ‘Dana’s Idea’, from UK Laureate…
Fouettard’s Academy: (3) Dana’s idea
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Fouettard’s Academy: Part One
Fouettard’s Academy: Part Two
The Governess Makes a Discovery
The Ballad of Lord Hazlemere
The Blue Umbrella
Conversations with Spankos: Chapter Three
I love the conversations that I have with other spankos, and the words that we use to express ourselves are so very important. This is just as true for spanking play as it is in every other aspect of life, and we set the tone and temperature of our interactions with the words that we choose to use.
Chapter Three: What’s in a Word?
We all have favorites; the ones that send the little shocks down our spines. One of the true joys of spanking a bountiful variety of playmates is the discovery of their ‘bottom code’ – the words, terms, and phrases that make the experience most genuine for them.
I know that many spankos don’t care for hefty language, cursing and yelling, and less-than-civilized behaviors while giving or receiving spankings. That being said, most all of us enjoy (or employ) verbal scolding, goading, correction, and embarrassment to some degree.
A few of the many words we use to describe the object of all this obsession/affection (and the ways in which I sometimes employ them):
Bottom – I use this one most commonly, as it has a nice, soft sound and is only a little embarrassing.
Example: “Bend over right now, mister. I’m going to give your bottom the spanking it needs.”
Tushy – The word is silly, and increases the embarrassment, especially during panty spankings.
Example: “My, my, my…your tushy looks almost as good as mine in those shiny red panties.”
Ass – Somewhat harsh, this one is usually reserved for ‘tough lady’ role-play.
Example: “If you’re man enough to show your ass in the boardroom, then you’re man enough to bare it in my office right now.”
Fanny – Another favorite, fanny is just embarrassing enough to be effective.
Example: “Go ahead and kick; I’ll stop spanking when your fanny is nice and red.”
Butt – Clinical, but good for real-life discipline issues and motivation.
Example: “You will receive ten swats with the wooden paddle every time I catch you looking at other women’s butts.”
Backside – Unsexy and hurried, I use this term when giving orders or making a point.
Example: “Turn around, palms against the wall, feet apart…and stick out that backside. This is going to sting.”
There are more, and I’d love reader’s input – which words and phrases ‘work for you’ and which ones make you cringe?
Is it all about the language, or does delivery make a difference for you?
– Dana
Other Conversations with Spankos:
Chapter One: Isolation
Chapter Two: The Bad Scene
DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com
Prepunishment Journal: The VBB and his Wonderful Wife
Thoughts on F/f discipline, from Angel
F/M Spanking Stories: Fouettard’s Academy – Part Two
Readers,
I am pleased to share part two of Fouettard’s Academy, ‘Behavioural Literacy’, from the generous and talented UK Laureate. Fouettard’s Academy is a piece of genuine F/M Spanking Fiction worthy of bound print, and will appear here in four parts.
Many thanks again to UKL (and readers, please encourage more reader-submitted content by either commenting or clicking ‘love it’ at the bottom of each story post. They really do notice and appreciate the feedback).
More from the UK Laureate:
Fouettard’s Academy: Part One
The Governess Makes a Discovery
The Ballad of Lord Hazlemere
The Blue Umbrella
Enjoy!
– Dana
Fouettard’s Academy: (2) Behavioural Literacy
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