‘At Stazione Santa Maria Novella’ : Excellent F/M spanking story



This entry to the Brief Encounter story writing contest is beautifully set, and I particularly enjoyed the subject matter. Have fun with ‘At Stazione Santa Maria Novella’.

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AT STAZIONE SANTA MARIA NOVELLA
BY THE TIME I FOUND OUR PASSPORTS, WE HAD MISSED THE LAST RAPIDO

TRAIN TO ROMA. WE HAD MISSED IT BY 45 MINUTES. ALEXIS MY BRIDE WAS

NOT AMUSED.  USUALLY I AM ON TOP OF EVERYTHING BUT THIS TRIP, MY FIRST

TO EUROPE HAD BEEN LESS THAN AN IDEAL HONEYMOON FOR EITHER OF US.

HAD I NOT BEEN STILL RECOVERING FROM A NASTY BOUT OF FLU I MAY HAVE

HANDLED THE WHOLE THING IN AN EFFICIENT MANNER.
AS WE SAT IN THE NOW DESERTED STATION, ALEXIS RUMMAGED THROUGH

HER BAG. SHE IGNORED MY NERVOUS CHATTER. HER SILENCE FRIGHTENED

ME.  FINDING HER HAIRBRUSH, SHE BEGAN BRUSHING HER LONG AUBURN
WITH SUCH INTENSITY THAT I JUMPED UP AND BEGAN PACING THE

DESERTED PLATFORM.
“STOP PACING AND SIT !” 

SHE SPOKE SOFTLY BUT WITH A FIRMNESS OF TONE THAT BOTH FRIGHTENED

AND AROUSED ME.  WHEN I  RETURNED TO MY SEAT NEXT TO HER, I SAW IN

HER LAP  THE RED BIKINI PANTIES. THE RED PANTIES WITH THE WHITE LACE

TRIM. THE RED BIKINI PANTIES WITH THE WHITE LACE TRIM THAT SHE HAD

MADE ME WEAR LAST WEEK WHEN WE WERE IN VENICE. 

MY HEART STOPPED AS SHE TOSSED THE PANTIES INTO MY LAP.  MY MIND
FLASHED ON THAT NIGHT IN ONE OF THE DARKENED ALLEYS OF VENICE,  WHEN USING THE SAME BRUSH SHE HAD IN HER HAND NOW, SHE HAD BENT ME OVER, AND WITH SLACKS AND THE RED PANTIES AROUND MY ANKLES
HAD PUMMELED MY BARE BOTTOM UNTIL SHE SAW TEARS.
  ” PUT THEM ON, NOW ! ”  
I KNEW BETTER THAN TO ARGUE. WITH A COLOR IN MY CHEEKS BRIGHTER
THAN THE COLOR OF THE PANTIES I HAD BUNCHED UP IN MY HAND  I
SCURRIED AWAY TO FIND A RESTROOM.

WHEN I RETURNED SHE SAT QUIETLY  SLOWING BRUSHING THE ENDS OF HER
SHOULDER LENGTH RAVEN BLACK HAIR.  THE SILENCE IN THE HUGE AND
DESERTED TRAIN STATION  ONLY ADDED TO MY APPREHENSION.  FEELING
MUCH LIKE A SCHOOLBOY OUTSIDE THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE  I WAITED.
ACROSS THE TRACK AND AT THE OTHER END OF THE STATION I SAW AN ELDERLY WOMAN SWEEPING.  MY HEART SANK.  I AVOIDED LOOKING AT
ALEXIS AND WAITED. FINALLY IT CAME.

  ” ASSUME POSITION NOW !” SHE SAID IN ALMOST A WHISPER.

AS I HAD THAT NIGHT IN VENICE, I STOOD DROPPED MY TROUSERS AND
THE RED PANTIES TO MY ANKLES THEN BENT OVER THE ARM OF THE BENCH AND WAITED.
I DONT RECALL HOW LONG I HAD TO WAIT WITH NERVOUS ANTICIPATION BUT
WILL NEVER FORGET THE SOUND OF BRUSH MAKING CONTACT WITH MY BARE
BOTTOM. IT ECHOED THROUGH THE STATION SWAT AFTER SWAT. I TRIED NOT
TO MAKE A SOUND BUT SOON THE BURN OF THE BRUSH ON MY STILL TENDER
CHEEKS, MADE ME CRY OUT.
  ” MERCY! PLEASE !  I AM SORRY ! “
THE WORDS TUMBLED FROM MY LIPS .EACH PHASE I UTTERED SEEMED SO INADEQUATE TO  WHAT I WAS FEELING. AFTER WHAT SEEMED AN ETERNITY
IT STOPPED. MY ENTIRE BODY FELT THE FIRE AND THE AROUSAL . ***.
  ” COVER YOURSELF ”  SHE SAID IN A MOCKING TONE.
  “THIS IS A PUBLIC PLACE.”
AS I FASTENED MY BELT AND ADJUSTED MYSELF, MY EYES DRIFTED TO THE
END OF THE PLATFORM. SHE WAS STILL THERE  AND WITH HER A VENDOR
WHO WAS OPENING HIS STAND.  HAD THEY BOTH WITNESSED MY HUMILIATION?

WITH A WICKED SMILE THAT SO AROUSED ME SHE SAT AND THEN QUIETLY SPOKE.
“PET ”   SHE SAID,  ” IT LOOKS LIKE THAT VENDOR IS OPENING. DO BE A GOOD
BOY AND FETCH ME AN EXPRESSO “

AS I HEADED DOWN THE PLATFORM TO THE VENDOR, I HEARD ALEXIS
SLOWLY BRUSHING HER HAIR.
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New F/M spanking story, from ‘Brief Encounter’

The Brief Encounter spanking story contest inspired some very talented writers, and I am happy to share those inspirations with others who enjoy reading original spanking stories written by real spankos.  This entry is impressive in it’s detail and language, and I’m sure you’ll have a great time reading.


– Dana

*****

Ben Mitchell checked his watch and let out a sigh of impatience. It was only three after eleven, and the next train was not due until eleven twenty. A gust of cold night air passed through the empty train station, rustling the newspaper clutched in Ben’s hands. Ben wasn’t much in the mood for reading anyway. After putting in five hours of overtime at the brake shop, Ben was eager to get home and get some much needed rest.
Ben didn’t usually stay out this late, but the shop had been a lot busier this month and he’d lost three employees in the past two weeks, so the bulk of the responsibility fell on his shoulders.
It was a bit unsettling seeing the train station so deserted. In twelve hours the station would be bustling with hundreds of commuters, but now it was peacefully silent. Among the vast empty space, Ben noticed the large billboards sprawled across the station walls. These advertisements would normally be concealed by the enormous crowds passing in front of them during the daytime, but now were plainly visible in every direction.
In addition to ads for cell phones, car insurance, and prime-time television shows, one ad in particular caught Ben’s eye. The billboard displayed a gorgeous female model, reclining on her side with her back to the viewer, posing absolutely naked except for a pair of lacy red panties. The brunette beauty looked over her shoulder, staring seductively back at Ben, tempting him to buy the sexy underwear clad tightly around her full, sensuous hips.
Although Ben was not in the market for women’s undergarments, he had to admit the billboard had his attention. The barely clothed woman was a quite fetching sight among the dreary graytrain station. Ben liked that the model was not rail-thin like so many of the covergirls nowadays. The girl in this ad had healthy curves outlining her figure, especially around her hips, buttocks, and thighs. Her rather skimpy panties complemented the full, rounded cheeks peeking out. She had, in Ben’s opinion, a proper woman’s body.
Ben made a mental note to remember that ad, and hopefully find the name of the model in it. He did not recognize her from any other advertisement in his memory, but he hoped this would not be the last time he saw her.
At last a train finally pulled into the station. Ben folded his newspaper under his arm and made his way into one of the locomotive’s many compartments. Not surprisingly, the compartment he chose was empty, save for one person in a winter cap seated at the front of the car. Ben took a seat two rows behind the other passenger and waited as the train sped into motion.
Ben was tempted to close his eyes and attempt a few minutes of shut-eye, but thought the better of it. With his level of fatigue, there was a very real danger of him not waking up in time for his stop. Ben slapped his face with both hands and stared wide-eyed out the window, determined to watch for his stop.
“Excuse me sir?”
Ben was caught off guard by the greeting. The other passenger in his car was talking to him. She was young, in her early twenties, and wrapped in a long blue coat. She’d taken a seat across the aisle from him and now was perhaps the only thing keeping him from drifting into deep slumber.
“Yes?” Ben said wearily.
“Can you tell me if we already passed Hollander? I’m new to this city,” the passenger said.
“No, Hollander isn’t for several more stops,” Ben said. “You should have taken the number six, this one goes the long way.”
“Oh, it figures!” the woman said. “At least I didn’t miss it.”
Ben smiled.
“How long you been in Newport?” Ben asked.
“Just this week,” the woman said. “I’m here for a modeling job, actually.”
Ben should have known. The woman was beautiful. Despite her winter coat, Ben could tell she boasted a very shapely figure.
“Oh, what kind of modeling do you do?” Ben asked.
“Lingerie,” them woman said, shyly.
It should have clicked for Ben, but it didn’t. Not right away. The brown hair, piercing eyes, fair skin. But given that he was seconds away from drifting into Slumberland, one could hardly blame him for not recognizing her.
“Say, I haven’t seen you in anything, have I?” Ben asked.
The woman squirmed in her seat.
“Maybe,” she said. “I just did a shoot for Emilie’s. They’ve been advertising a lot around here.”
And then it clicked. Ben hardly recognized her with her clothes on, but when he took another look at her pretty face and lovely shoulder length hair, a light bulb flicked on above his head.
“You’re not-” Ben began, “the girl on that billboard, in the red panties?”
The woman nodded.
“None other,” the woman said. “I’m Veronica Cruz.”
“Ben Mitchell,” Ben said, extending his hand. Veronica offered her hand and Ben took it, and squeezed it firmly. After years of labor in the brake shop Ben’s hands had become rugged and strong, and often didn’t realize his strength.
“I was just admiring your ad back at the station,” Ben said. “You’re very beautiful.”
Veronica looked away coyly.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“How long have you been in modeling?” Ben asked.
“About eight years,” Veronica said. “It’s always been my love, ever since I was a little girl. I started going to auditions when I was fourteen. I’ve been hooked ever since.”
“Your parents supportive of your occupation?” Ben asked.
Veronica nodded.
“My Mom, yes, my Dad, not so much.”
“What’s your Dad’s problem with it?” Ben asked.
Veronica took a breath.
“He- didn’t want me doing sexy modeling. When I started auditioning I was just modeling dresses and jeans. And then I got older and I started getting offered swimsuit shoots and he hit the roof.”
“So I take it he wouldn’t be too happy seeing that billboard back at the train station?” Ben asked.
Veronica laughed.
“Not at all. But after he divorced my Mom I stopped caring what he thought. Now I’m glad I started doing lingerie modeling. He has to see that same billboard every time he goes to work back home. And I love it.”
Ben laughed too.
“You’re quite the defiant daughter,” Ben said. “I bet you got in tons of trouble as a girl.”
The lights on the train flickered as the train hit a small bump.
“You could say that,” Veronica laughed. “I got grounded a lot a teenager. Always seemed to me it was worth it though.”
Ben nodded in understanding.
“So what else do you do?” Ben asked. “Besides modeling and being a defiant daughter?”
Veronica giggled.
“Well I love reading and horseback riding,” Veronica said. “Actually reading is my other passion. I read at least two books a week. Thick books, mind you.”
“What are you reading there?” Ben asked. He noticed Veronica had a small black book protruding from the gray handbag slung over her shoulder.
“Oh this?” Veronica asked. “Just a how-to guide for succeeding in the modeling business. Not the type I read for fun.”
“May I see?” Ben asked.
Veronica cringed suddenly.
“It’s-” Veronica stammered. “Nothing you’d be interested in. It’s all boring advice for models.”
“I have a lot of interests,” Ben said with a smile. “Come on, let me have a look.”
“I’d rather not,” Veronica said. She pushed the book further into her purse to conceal it, but found there was not enough room. Veronica turned the book to its side and attempted to zip her purse closed, but in struggling to do so, the train lurched abruptly. The contents of her purse spilled out onto the train floor- including the book.
“I’m sorry, let me help you with that,” Ben said.
“No, it’s okay, I-“
No sooner were the words out of Veronica’s mouth that Ben picked up the small black book and took a peek at the cover.
The cover read “One Hundred Erotic Spanking Stories.”
“This is a peculiar title for a book about modeling tips,” Ben said teasingly.
“Give me that!” Veronica said, snatching the book from Ben’s grasp. She stuffed the book back into her purse along with her other belongings and zipped it closed.
“You enjoy spanking stories?” Ben asked.
Veronica’s face turned beet red.
“Sometimes,” she said.
“Nothing wrong with that,” Ben said.
Veronica turned to Ben, surprised.
“It’s just something I started reading. Out of curiosity,” Veronica said.
“I like spanking stories too,” Ben said. “I’ve read quite a volume of them. Most of them on the Internet.”
“Oh,” Veronica said.
“How long have you been interested in spanking?” Ben asked.
“A- a while now,” Veronica said. She was silent for a moment, but to Ben surprise, she continued.
“When I was in high school I was friends with this girl Marybeth. She told me her Dad spanked her. I thought that was so strange, but exciting. And I started wishing I had been spanked.”
“Haven’t you ever been spanked?” Ben asked.
Veronica shook her head.
“Never.”
“That’s too bad,” Ben said. “I think every girl should be spanked.”
Veronica tightened her coat anxiously.
“Have you ever spanked anyone?” Veronica asked.
“Yes,” Ben said. “My ex-girlfriend, and one of my female friends in college.”
“Tell me about it,” Veronica said. “Please.”
Ben thought for a moment. He realized he was suddenly no longer exhausted, and in fact newly energized having met Veronica.
“Well, the first time was with a female friend when I was in college,” Ben said.
“Where did you do it?” Veronica asked.
“In my car, in the parking lot outside the restaurant where we just ate,” Ben said.
“Did anyone see you?” Veronica asked.
“I don’t think so, it was dark out,” Ben said.
Veronica’s eyes went wide. She was entranced by Ben’s words.
“So what did you do?” Veronica asked.
“Well, we sat there talking for a while, and then she bent over my lap teasingly,” Ben said. “And she asked me to slap her bottom hard. So I did.”
“Just once?”
“Just once.”
Veronica squeezed her thighs together, while keeping her eyes on Ben.
“Was she- bare bottomed?” Veronica asked apprehensively.
“No, she had her jeans on,” Ben said.
“Oh,” Veronica said, with a trace of disappointment.
“So what happened? You just spanked her once?” Veronica asked.
Ben nodded.
“I was hoping things would go further but we got interrupted. Some people walked by in the parking lot and she asked me to take her home. We never went out again unfortunately.”
“But you spanked some other girls, right? Your ex-girlfriend?” Veronica asked.
“Yes,” Ben said. “Beth, my first serious girlfriend. I spanked her when we were just dating.”
“How did that go?” Veronica asked.
“Well, we were on the couch watching a movie at her parents house late one night. When the movie was over we started kissing. Things heated up, and I asked her if she wanted to be spanked.”
Veronica smiled.
“She said yes, so I asked her to drop her drawers, and she did,” Ben said.
“So she was bare bottomed? When you spanked her?” Veronica asked, clutching her knees in excitement.
Ben nodded.
“She pulled her jeans and panties down and bent over my knee. The room was dark but I remember the way the moonlight looked on her bottom, it was so beautiful.”
“And then what?” Veronica asked.
“I spanked her. I don’t remember how many times, but a lot. I went for about five minutes or so. She was very calm throughout the entire session. She held very still and didn’t talk much or complain. Actually, she asked me to spank her harder.”
“Did you?” Veronica asked.
“Yes, I really gave it to her after the second time she asked. She didn’t mind it at all. By the time I was done her cheeks were bright red, but she said it was perfect.”
Ben could not believe how entranced Veronica was by the story he was telling. She was practically on the edge of her seat waiting for Ben to spill more details.
“What a lucky girl,” Veronica smiled.
“I thought I was the lucky one,” Ben said.
Ben checked out the train window to see where he was. His station was not for about two more stops.
“So have you ever spanked anyone else? Just those two girls?” Veronica asked.
“Well those were the only two girls I formally spanked,” Ben said.
“What do you mean?” Veronica asked.
“Well, I‘ve maybe slapped a few girls on their bottoms. You know, casually,” Ben said.
“What do you mean, casually?” Veronica asked.
Ben cringed. He usually didn’t tell people about this part of his life.
“I mean, I used to- when I was younger, mind you, go around and slap woman on their behinds. Without their permission.”
Veronica seemed more intrigued than offended.
“Like, where, anywhere you saw them?” Veronica asked.
“Basically, yeah,” Ben said. “Around campus during college. Or on spring break, at the beach all the girls would be walking around in bikinis, so my buddies and I would slap them on their bottoms whenever we passed them by. We got some dirty looks, but never got in serious trouble.”
“Wow, that’s kind of sexy,” Veronica said.
“Really?” Ben asked.
“Yeah. I would love to have that done to me at the beach,” Veronica said.
“Well I’ve matured since then, but there are guys who still do that,” Ben said.
Veronica sighed.
“Oooohhh, I really want to be spanked now!”
“Well, why don’t you? Ben asked. “With a gorgeous heinie like yours, you shouldn’t have any trouble finding a guy to spank you.”
“I asked my ex-boyfriend, but he was never into that,” Veronica said. “He treated me like this delicate flower all the time. He said he couldn’t stand to hurt me.”
Ben nodded understandably.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find a guy who will give you what you need,” Ben said.
“Thanks,” Veronica said. The train screeched to a stop.
“Well, this is my stop,” Ben said. “It was nice to meet you Veronica. Good luck with your modeling career.”
Veronica smiled.
“Nice to meet you too, Ben,” Veronica said. She gave Ben a firm embrace. As she released him, Ben turned to walk to the train’s exit. He shot one last glance at Veronica, before exiting the train.
As Ben stepped onto the train’s platform, the first thing he saw was the same billboard featuring Veronica in her red panties with her bottom posed suggestively towards the camera. Ben smiled glumly and walked away.
“Wait! Ben! Wait!”
Ben turned around to see Veronica hopping off the train and hurrying towards him.
“Veronica?” Ben asked. “What is it?”
“I have to ask you something!” Veronica asked.
Ben’s felt his heart stop. What could this beautiful woman possibly want to ask him?
She waited until she was just a foot away before speaking.
“Will you spank me?” Veronica asked softly.
“I’m sorry?” Ben asked.
Veronica looked around her, noticing a few other passengers exiting from other cars. She stepped closer to Ben.
“Spank me,” Veronica whispered. “Please.”
Ben put his hands on Veronica’s hips.
“Why would you want an old man like me to spank you?” Ben asked.
Veronica laughed.
“You’re not that old. What are you thirty-five?”
“Thirty-nine,” Ben said.
“That’s perfect,” Veronica said. “You can give me the discipline my Dad never did. For being a defiant daughter.”
“How am I going to spank you? I’ve got my brother and his wife staying over at my place,” Ben said.
“You can do it at my hotel,” Veronica said. “I’m alone there. We won’t be bothered.”
Ben looked around the train platform, and back at Veronica.
“Tell you what,” Ben said. “I’ll spank you, under one condition.”
“Anything,” Veronica said.
Ben grinned.
“When I spank you, you’ll be dressed like you are in that billboard.”
Veronica blushed.
“I’ve got those same panties back at my room. Come on, the train is leaving.”
*****
Veronica’s room was lavish enough. Apparently lingerie models were treated to the best amenities money could buy. Veronica flicked a switch and a dim light illuminated the mini-bar, plush queen bed, and 42 inch plasma screen television among the other luxuries in the room.
Ben walked to the window, which opened to a balcony overlooking an ocean view. He looked back to Veronica.
“Where’s the butler?” Ben joked.
“You’ll have to call room service for that,” Veronica giggled. “Can I order you anything?”
“No, I only came here for one thing,” Ben said happily.
Veronica opened her blue coat.
“Guess I’ll go get changed.”
Veronica removed her coat and hung it up in the closet. She had an attractive red sweater and black pants underneath, which she retreated into the bathroom to remove. Ben lay down onto the plush queen sized bed and let it absorb his body. He was actually going to spank a beautiful girl. Ben thought about where the spanking should take place. The bed seemed a bit too bouncy, but he noticed the room also came equipped with a sofa near the window. Ben decided that was his best bet. Ben took a seat on the sofa and saw there was plenty of room for him to sit and for Veronica to recline across his lap.
Perfect.
Veronica seemed to be taking her time, but that was understandable. Most likely she was fixing her hair and makeup, trying to look perfect when she finally made her appearance. Looking around the room, Ben noticed a portfolio sitting on the nearby table. Ben figured it might be a few more minutes before Veronica would be ready, so Ben’s curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take a peek. Grabbing it, he opened it to find it full of Veronica’s modeling photos. Headshots, summer dresses, and lots and lots of swimsuits. Ben flipped past page after page of Veronica in skimpy, sexy swimwear. Monokinis, string bikinis, cutoff shorts and halter tops, Veronica had modeled in countless sexy ensembles. Ben flipped through the portfolio slowly, taking several moments to enjoy each of Veronica’s glamorous and provocative photos.
After admiring a photo of Veronica in a stylish one-piece that showed her beautiful long legs nicely, Ben flipped past the swimwear chapter and onto the lingerie section. Here Veronica was adorned in beautiful bra and panty sets. Some looked to be taken on a runway, with Veronica strutting sexily down in nothing more than a bra, thong, and high heels surrounded by spectators and photographers with their cameras flashing.
Finally, Ben came across the Original. The photo of Veronica in the red panties. The portfolio contained some alternate shots from that photo session.  Some showed Veronica in a similar pose, and some had her facing the camera covering her breasts with her arm, as well as a few in which she was wearing a matching bra. All in all, the Original, with her posing without the bra and her posterior facing the camera was in Ben’s opinion, the best of them all.
Ben was about to flip to the next page when the bathroom door opened.  Ben waited.  Veronica tentatively stepped out. She had her complimentary frette bathrobe and slippers on, and she strutted sexily towards Ben.
“Enjoying my photos?” Veronica chirped.
“Not as much as I’m enjoying you,” Ben said.
Veronica gave off a sheepish grin. She loved to be complimented.
“Alright, lose the robe, you know what we agreed,” Ben said.
Veronica untied her belt and opened her robe, letting the soft material fall to the floor. True to her word, she wore nothing but her sexy red panties underneath.
She looked as magnificent in person as in her photos. Long, lovely legs. Firm, curvy thighs. Beautiful smooth belly, and large full breasts. ***
“Well well,” Ben said. “Let’s get started. Why are you here, Miss Cruz?”
Veronica giggled.
“Because I’ve been a very naughty girl,” Veronica said. “I’ve been doing some sexy modeling. So I need to be punished.”
“Yes you do, Miss Cruz,” Ben said. “I think you need a spanking.”
“Yes sir, whatever you say,” Veronica said obediently.
“Good. Now bend over my knee,” Ben said.
Veronica eagerly stepped towards Ben’s side and laid across his lap, perching her buttocks sexily across his knee.
Ben took Veronica’s long, flowing hair and brushed it aside, and admired the smooth skin of her back. His eyes passed down across her spine and settled upon her bottom. Her sexy red panties hugged the curves of her buttocks so snugly. Her cheeks were so round and full, that the skimpy panties did not even cover the lower portion of her behind. The flimsy material stopped a good two inches above the fold where her buttocks met her thighs. Ben found this to be very sexy, but he knew Veronica would not want to be wearing these panties when he spanked her.
“Miss Cruz, I would like you to remove your panties now,” Ben said.
“Yes, sir,” Veronica said, eager to comply. Veronica inserted her thumbs into the sides of her panties. Very slowly, she slid them down her hips, exposing her soft, vulnerable cheeks. She slipped them down further and let the panties settle around her thighs.
Veronica’s bottom was truly a thing of beauty. Ben sat in awe at the lovely contours of her delicate mounds, that to him just seemed to be screaming “spank me!”
Ben decided to do just that. He raised his open palm in the air and brought it down in one thunderous smack.
Veronica yelped. Her cheeks jiggled upon the recoil of his smack. Veronica truly had a bottom made for spanking. Ben raised his palm, and smacked them again.
SMACK!
Veronica squealed. The sensation was as wonderful as she imagined. With this total loss of control, Veronica felt more empowered than she had in her entire life.
Ben slapped her bottom again and again. Veronica shut her eyes and let her bottom absorb the wonderful heat gathering upon her posterior. This was exactly what she needed. Veronica felt as though her bottom had never been more at home than it was under Ben’s hand.
Ben felt the same way about Veronica. He loved the way her firm cheeks felt against his palm. Her bottom felt so inviting to him, as though his hand never belonged anywhere else.
Ben spanked Veronica’s bottom faster and harder. She didn’t seem to be uncomfortable; instead she remained calm and submissive to his treatment of her. He alternated spanking her left and right cheeks, higher and lower, spreading plenty attention over the entirety of her bottom.
Veronica’s breathing picked up. Her excitement was building.
“Does it hurt?” Ben asked.
“Yes,” Veronica said. Ben slowed his spanking.
“But in a good way. Please, continue,” Veronica said.
Ben spanked her faster again, admiring her fortitude. He could see some color forming on her cheeks, slowly shifting from pale white to rosy and red.
In spite of the discomfort, Veronica felt as though she were in heaven. Being spanked was a magnificent experience, better than a full body massage or even sex.
Veronica kicked her legs up and down, enjoying every swat Ben graced on her naked bottom. Several minutes passed, and Ben continued the spanking without interruption. The stinging feeling forming on her bottom became more and more intense, but Veronica remained calm and passive, and simply allowed the intensity to increase.
She let out a soothing sigh. All the stresses of her life were momentarily suspended. She was getting her bare bottomed spanked, and that was all that mattered.
Veronica’s resolve reminded Ben of his ex-girlfriend. Her calm complacency was truly admirable. Ben believed she might very well remain silent and submissive to her spankings for as long as Ben deemed she must. He and only he would decide when her spankings would stop. Veronica’s only duty was to endure them.
Ben felt a cramp gradually forming in his hand, and decided perhaps enough was enough. He slowed his spanking, finally culminating into one final swat to the center of her butt.
“There,” Ben said, rubbing her well-spanked cheeks. “All done, naughty girl.”
Veronica laughed.
“Thank you sir, thank you so much.”
Veronica pulled herself to her feet, and rubbed her sore bottom.
“Ooh, I want to see how red it is,” Veronica said, cringing as she rubbed her crimson cheeks. She stopped to kick off the red panties, which had now gathered around her ankles. Ben admired her reddened behind as she scampered off to the bathroom, stark naked. She almost looked as though she was still wearing the panties with how rosy her rear had become.
Ben massaged his palm. In truth, he felt Veronica deserved many more spankings, but he felt his hand needed a break more than anything else. After giving his hand a few moments of rest, Ben regretted ending Veronica’s spanking so soon.
Veronica emerged from the bathroom, still wearing nothing but a bright smile across her face.
“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” Veronica said.
“I can guarantee you that,” Ben said.
“May I get dressed now?” Veronica asked.
“Not just yet,” Ben said, holding up his index finger. Veronica froze.
“Have you learned your lesson, young lady?” Ben asked.
“Yes sir, I have,” Veronica said. “Having my bare bottom spanked was exactly the lesson I needed.”
Ben looked at Veronica skeptically.
“Did you get enough spankings though?” Ben asked. “Don’t you think you deserve a few more?”
Veronica paused. She felt her heart skip a beat.
“Maybe,” Veronica said.
Ben simply looked at her. Veronica grabbed her forearms nervously. She knew the correct answer.
“I do, sir,” Veronica said. Ben smiled. He extended his knee invitingly to Veronica. Veronica stepped towards him and bent over his lap once again.
“May I have a few more spankings please?” Veronica asked.
“Yes, you may,” Ben said. He looked at Veronica’s cheeks once again, admiring the work he’d already done. Veronica was spunky, and Ben decided she could handle plenty more of what Ben could offer her.
So Ben spanked her. He spanked her fast and he spanked her hard, loud enough to make the smack echo against the walls and hard enough to make both of her cheeks jiggle about. Without a work of protest from Veronica, Ben raised his palm in the air, and bestowed her naked bottom with twelve more minutes of glorious spankings.
*****
“Will I see you again?” Ben asked. They stood at the entrance of the train, the doors open and waiting.
“Yes,” Veronica quipped. “On billboards all over town.”
Ben forced a laugh.
“I’ll be looking for you whenever I’m in this station,” Ben said.
“I’ll do the same. When I’m in town again,” Veronica said.
“It was nice to meet you,” Ben said.
Veronica nodded.
Ben turned to take one last look at Veronica, hoping it would not be the last time he would ever see her. He walked up the train’s steps and took a seat near the window so he could see her. She stood on the platform, watching him. The train let out a puff of steam, and slowly lurched into motion. Ben watched as Veronica got farther and father away as the train trembled across the tracks and sped off into the night.
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‘In-Flight Spanking’ : F/F spanking fantasy story



Readers,


This great F/F spanking story was emailed to me by a new correspondent this week, and I’ve gotten her permission to share it here. She’s written a fine little spanking fantasy, and I thought you’d like it, too.  Enjoy!


–  Dana

*****


In-Flight Spanking

It was June, Summer of 1992. My family and I were headed to the airport to catch our flight to Miami where we were headed on a week’s cruise. Summer vacations were always somewhere tropical while winter vacations were usually spent skiing in Tahoe or Jackson Hole. 

Our flight was early so not being much of a morning person, I was dragging and not in the best of moods. My brother, Matthew, managed to get on my nerves straight away. Already we had started with our early morning insults and annoying each other in the car. Per her usual, my mother lightly scolded us. Too bad she didn’t have a wooden spoon to pull out and threaten us with. We might have actually given a Sh*t. 

Our wait in the terminal wasn’t too long and soon they were boarding First Class. Mother and Daddy got situated in the row beside us and I quickly threw my backpack on the window seat to make my claim. I climbed past my brother and got settled into my big roomy leather seat. I hadn’t payed much attention to the flight crew but an unfamiliar accent did capture my attention. She was quite tall, blonde, very busty and middle-aged. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose bun. A very stunning woman and obviously european. She took our drink order while we waited for the rest of the plane to board. 

Before too long, our attendant came to do her walk thru and gather our glasses at which time she noted and asked that I buckle my seatbelt. I didn’t do it right away but I was going to after I finished glancing at my magazine and got my backpack tucked back under the seat in front of me. Again she passed us by and asked that I buckle my seatbelt to which I rolled my eyes and said “I am!” “Click!” She paused for a moment, raised her eyebrow and gave me a short but glaring stare with her deep blue eyes. 

An hour into our flight, my brother and I started our usual teasing and bickering which sometimes could be playful but usually ended up getting ugly. Occasionally, my mother would glance over and send the “knock it off look” while daddy buried himself in the Times. At one point, one of us kicked the seat of the gentleman in front of us which earned us an ugly stare but when it happened again, he called our attendant to handle the situation. I’m sure most of First Class wondered why my parents didn’t just separate us. Clearly we weren’t mature enough to handle sitting together. Nonetheless, the lady attendant seemed quite fine to deal with the situation. She leaned over and asked me if I could join her in the galley. I sat there like a deer in the headlights. Why did she want me to go up there? I looked over at my parents for some direction but they had both dozed off. With her eyebrow raised, she said “young lady, I’d like to have a word with you up front please.” Although I hesitated, I got up and scooted around my brother who was overly excited to see me get in trouble. He had his head stretched all the way in the aisle as he watched me walk up to the galley but the show would quickly be over for him and anyone else watching as she quickly closed the blue curtain separating the galley from the cabin. 

“What is your name young lady?” Hardly able to look up at her, I mumbled “Katelyn.” “Katelyn. That’s a lovely name and you are a lovely girl but I’ve been watching you carry on with your brother and continuously disrupt the passengers around you. You are not at home. You are in a plane! First Class no less! If I were your mother, I would have hauled you up here and taken you across my knee for a good spanking!” I couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle. “Is this funny to you?” Shrugging my shoulders was not the desired answer here but before I could respond “no ma’am,” she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her as she threw down her jumpseat and took me over her lap. I wanted to cry out but I was so embarrassed by the thought of anyone hearing what was happening. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her hand came reigning down with great force. This wasn’t going to be a lengthy drama so she got right to the point. “Is this still funny young lady?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “No! Please, I’m sorry!” I said, trying to whisper and breathe at the same time. But for all of my trying to be discreet, she took advantage of the fact that I was wearing shorts and gave me the last 3 slaps on my bare thighs. I couldn’t hold back my yelp. The sting was intense but I was more concerned with the fact that everyone would know what just happened behind that curtain. She lifted me off her lap and I was completely disheveled. I immediately went to soothe the back of my thighs. “Katelyn, you may take your seat now and put that SEATBELT on!” 

“Katelyn, KATELYN!” my brother was shaking my arm to wake me. “We’re getting ready to land,” he said. 
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Travel Update: September 5-8

I will be re-visiting Denver and St. Louis, and making my first trip to Cleveland, Wednesday through Saturday, September 5-8th. 
Disciplinary consideration in these cities is very limited.


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‘An Officer’s Story’ : Excellent new M/F spanking story

‘An Officer’s Story’ is yet another example of the wonderful imaginations of our fellow spanking enthusiasts. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I have! (Brief Encounter story writing contest entry.)


–  Dana

*****


An officers story. 




As a Commander in the Navy I have the usual pleasure to meet and greet the new officers in my command. Today I am standing on the train platform waiting for the 4:40 to arrive from San Francisco. I wander from end to end, wondering just what this new nurse is going to be like. She seems pretty competent, from her last fitness report, and the only disconcerting comment was she was some what unconventional in a military sense. I am not quite sure what that meant, but I have run into all sorts in my military career and certainly know how to handle a defiant nurse. 


The train finally pulls in and I wait for my new arrival to debark. No nurse. Soon the train picks up some new passengers and departs. “Well, where the blazes is she?” I look around and the entire platform is empty except of one person, a woman, wearing a miniskirt, smoking a cigarette, looking a bit lost. This couldn’t be my new nurse….just couldn’t be. But our eyes meet and she saunters over as I start waking toward her. “Lieutenant Taylor?” I asks. “Yeah, that’s me.” She replies. “Lieutenant, we do observed military courtesy around here, and it’s ‘yes sir,’ not ‘yeah,’ do I make myself clear?”
“Oh, yes surh,” she replied scarcasically. “Lieutenant, if we’re going to get along, it’s going to start right now, is that understood?”   
“You sound like my father, but I’ll try, sir, she replied with a bit more sincerity in her voice. 
“I don’t know how they ran things up North, but you will observe military courtesy here….again, am I understood? And, where is your uniform?” 
“Well I didn’t think it was necessary while traveling, sir. ”  “It’s necessary now, and put out that cigarette. Now, I get your bags and we’ll get to the base and discuss this again.” She causally flipped the cigarette butt onto the platform and snuffed in with her shoe. I just shook my head and stared at her. “What?” she said. “You’re lucky that you’re an officer, or you’d be eating that butt,” I warned. “Whatever” she replied as we made to baggage claim, just off the platform. 

As I picked up her bags and made it to the car, she trailed behind and finally got to the car and sat down. “When we get to the base and the BOQ, (Basic Officers Quarters) you will be in uniform immediately is that clear?”  “Yes sir” was the meek reply. 

It was a half-hour ride to the base and she never said a word during that time, and neither did I. We rolled up to and through the main gate and around the base to the BAQ.  I stopped the car and walked her up to the front door and opened it. 
“You’re the only one her now, but another two nurses with be joining you by the end of the week, Now. I’m going to be back in 30 minuted and I want to see you in uniform and ready for duty…again, do I make myself clear? 
She looked at me with a bit of defiance, and uttered out another meek, “Yes sir.”

I did return in 30 minutes and there was my new nurse, still not in uniform, sitting on the front stoop again smoking a cigarette. 

“Lieutenant, just what the hell do you think you’re doing”? “I gave you a direct order and I expect it to be followed to the letter, Now you put that cigarette out, walk right back in there and get into uniform…” With that she flicked the cigarettes butt out to the grass and looked at me with a “what are you going to do about it” look and turned to the door. “Lieutenant,” I said as I followed her through the door, “You’re going have a little lesson in how I run things around here, Now get changed NOW” “Then, I want you standing at attention right here.” I said, pointing at a spot on the deck.” She just nodded with a nonchalance glance and shuffled off to the bedroom to change. “Daddy’s little darlin” I thought as I waited and waited, pacing the floor. Finally she emerged in uniform….white stockings, crisp starched nurses dress and her hat. “Right here, at attention” I pointed to a spot on the deck. “That’s better,” I said, as she dutifully complied.  

 “That’s better. Now do you want to explain your actions? You’re a nurse and an officer for christsakes. You’re suppose to be setting an example, and you act like a fricking hipster or something. That is completely unacceptable here. Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?
 

“Well? No answer? If this were the British Navy I’d have you flogged for insubordination and failing do obey a direct order” “What? I didn’t hear you.”  “You didn’t think it was important? “That’s it? You didn’t think it was important?”

 “That’s no excuse around here and we’re going to make sure you learn this right here and now!. Maybe I can’t have you flogged, but I certainly can do the next best thing.” “Get over here, and that’s an order.

Sitting on the corner of the sofa, I grabbed her  arm and drag her across my knee.

 “Please sir, you can’t do this…” “Oh, yes I can; and besides that, who are you going to tell, your superior officer?…Oh, wait, that’s me”!

 I smoothed the startchy material of her pure white dress uniform and start giving her good hard spanks on the back of her dress. In moments her white-stocking clad legs start kicking like a little girl.

 “Stop that” I command. “Yes, sir, but your hurting me.” I’ll do more than that if you don’t keep your legs still.” As I continue the spanking with hard,
 slapping slaps. Then it stops.

 “I am not sure I’m getting though to you Lieutentant, this certainly doesn’t seem to be making the kind of impression I wish to make on you.

I start to lift the back of her dress and she tried to protest and reach back to keep it down. I slapped her hands away.  “Now stop that, and that’s an order. You’ll take every bit of this spanking and more if I desire. Do I make myself clear, Lieutentant? Good. 

 I lifted the back uniform dress and lacy hemmed slip and find she is wearing some bright red lace panties and a garter belt for the white stockings.

 “Are these standard issue, Lieutenant?”  I say snapping the waist band several times. “No, sir.” “NO, Sir? Is that all you can say”? “I should make you change right now, but that can wait for a bit. I’m sure your ass won’t know the difference in a few minutes anyway.”

 I start spanking her well-rounded and very shapely bottom again. Up, down, upper thighs, hard stinging swats. “Quit moving.” I stop only long enough to yank these panties down and then keep on spanking until her  bottom is red, red and red hot. Then I stop. “OK, lieutenant, get up and I want you to stand right here,” I say pointing to the same place on the deck. “Right here, and keep that dress up so I can see that red bottom of yours; It does match those red panties quite a bit. Now, I am going out for a few minutes. When I get back you’d better have your standard issue panties and stockings on and standing exactly right here; And, you will bring those red panties with you, and then then we’ll finish your punishment.”

“But, sir, you can’t…” “I told you what you can do with that. Now keep your mouth shut, unless you want to go on report also. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, LIEUTENANT? GOOD.”

 After I leave, she sheepishly moved to the bedroom to remove the lacy red panties and put on the standard white ones, also removing the garter belt and pulling on the white pantyhose stocking wondering just what happened and what is going to happen. Her bottom is red, throbbing and so hot and tears were swelling up in her eyes. “What a bastard” she thought, I really never thought he’s actually spank me and so hard…boy, damn, my bottom hurts!”

 She removes the red lacy panties and replaces them with the standard issue white nylon ones and changes into the white pantyhose, She lets her  dress down smoothing it out as she leaves the room and reenters the front room and moves toward the attention spot on the floor holding the red panties in bunched up in her right hand before he comes through the door.

 “I can’t believe this is happening. I know I probably deserved this, but I cannot believe it! Turned over  his knee and spanked like a little bratty girl. Here I am a Lieutenant in the Navy…an officer and to have a superior treat me like this is, is, well, maybe not so bad. Beside that, I guess I did deserved it.”

This, and a myriad of other thoughts rush through her slightly dizzy head. Then she is brought back to reality when she hears the main door opening as she  rushes to re-assume her position at attention looking at the front door.

Before the door is completely open, you hear the order to about face. You dutifully turn so you back is to the door. You hear the door close behind you.

 “OK, Lieutenant, lets do a uniform check. lift the back of your dress. Yes, that’s much better, I never want to see you out of uniform again, is that clear?  “Civvies are for civilians, not officers. Now let down your dress and turn around. 
 She slowly turned around and are horrified to see him holding a long slender switch.

 “I had one hell of a time trying to find this switch, around here, but I think it will do the job.”

 “Sir, you can’t be serious. You can’t whip me with that.”

“Lieutenant, I think we’re already past what I can and can’t do. Now, put those red panties you have in your right hand, down on this end of the sofa and then I want you to bend over this end. I want you to be looking at those panties and remember  they are at least half the cause of this punishment, your attitude the other.”


You hesitate, but slowly turn.

 “Not fast enough,” you’re told, and then hear a very audible swish, and then feel a deep burning sensation on your calf’s. “Ouch, my God that hurts.”

 “Well then get moving. There is a much better place to use this supple switch on,” as another stroke finds its spot just above the last one.

“Ow. I hurrying”!  she assert as she tosses the red panties on the sofa and slowly moves to the other end. She glances over to him, avoiding eye contact, but fixated with the slender switch he is flexing in his hands and tapping on his pant leg. She stares at the end of the sofa and places her hands on the couch and then stops short of actually bending over. 

 “Good, now bend over the end and put your hands in from of you and get a good look at those red panties. Do it now! I am not going to tell you again.” 
Now you obediently comply this time. Your bottom is jutted up in just the right position, and you feel your dress being pulled up. No use in trying to talk your way out of this. You try to prostest when he takes down your pantyhose to mid-thigh only to be reminded that back talk will get you an extra stroke.



Your muscles tense up when you hear the swish of the switch cutting though the air and then being gently tapped on your panties, now taut on your well-positioned bottom.


“Now hold still and this will be over soon.” “Yes, sir, “you mumble, your hands grabbing on to the cushions still looking at those panties that seemed to have cause all this mess.


The first stroke lands squarely across your bottom, you yelp and reach back to protect yourself only to find the switch lightly hitting your hand back to
above your head.  The next stroke falls, you shriek. Then another and another. The switching goes on. Stroke after cutting stroke. Deep, penetrating, burning, strokes searing your poor bottom.

Suddenly it stops, but then you feel your and panties being yanked down again, but tpo spent to do a damn thing about it.

“We’re almost done, Lieutenant. I think I finally getting through to you and next time you’ll remember to act like an lady and an officer. Now hold still
 for the remainder of your punishment.”

Again the switch starts cutting stripes on your bottom. Another 15 or 20 searing strokes, but you’ve lost count.

Finally, a few breath-taking criss-cross strokes across the already redded weals of your very sore bottom.   The whipping stops.
 You lay there, with tears welled up in your eyes, and still clenching the red panties in both hands.

“OK, Lieutenant, rub your bottom if you wish. I think I’ve got my message across” he said as he tosses the well-worn and frayed switch in front of her on the sofa.

“Yes, sir, you certainly have,” she says still gasping for breath. You reach back and lightly caress your very tender bottom with the red panties.

“Now, pull yourself together and meet me at the bar in the Officers Club in 30 minutes and I’ll buy you a drink and we can talk about military justice.”  With that and not a word more her commanding officer calmly walks out the door.

You stand up and make your way to the full length mirror.

Your bottom is stripped like a barber pole. You eyes are still tearing and your hair is a mess.

You make your way to the bathroom and wash your face and place a cold damp hand cloth on your bottom. Ah,
at least some relief! You very carefully pull up your stockings and panties trying not to let them touch your skin, and
let your slip and dress down. You fix your make-up, brush your hair and make yourself presentable. You make your way to the front room and  sit, albeit very gingerly, on the corner of the sofa thinking about what just happened. Laying on the sofa is that wicked slender little switch that just layed into your bottom along with your red panties..  

 “Nasty little thing.” you think. You pick it up, swish it in the air a few times just to hear it, and a shiver goes up your spine….you place it on the end table and then retrieve your non-standard red lacy panties and look long and hard at them. In a minute,  you pull up your dress and  gingerly remove your standard issued panties and pull the red ones on again. Owie, ooh, holy cow, he whipped me good,” you think to yourself as that material goes over the her well welted bottom.  “Hell, he’ll  never know, you convince yourself and again don the garter belt and white stockings. “There!” You glare defiantly at yourself in the mirror and you let your dress down and smooth it out. “At least that feels better!”
“Now, for that drink. I hope I can stand at the bar.”
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Sunday DanaKaneSpanks.com site update: 7/22

2 a.m. : Spanked for Snoring
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It’s two in the morning, and his snoring has kept me awake all night. When I can’t take anymore, I roll him over and pounce on him, straddling his back and pinning him to the bed, spanking him relentlessly with my hands.
Then he gets himself into even more trouble, suggesting that I am too heavy – so I bounce my weight up and down on his back and spank him even harder.
When I’ve finally tired myself out, a long close-up bottom rub is his reward. Then I roll him over and spoon him, telling him to sleep quietly, if he knows what’s good for him.
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POV: Singled-out Student
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Everyone else did great on Friday’s test…but not you. You failed. Again. You’ll receive a stern lecture in front of the rest of the class  – I tell  you that you’ll be spanked, hands on either side of the chalkboard – with a huge wooden paddle, for everyone to see. 
 
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‘Cold War Casualty’ : New original spanking fiction



‘Cold War Casualty’ is a brilliantly-written, original entry to the Brief Encounter spanking story contest.
(The asterisks are my edits – for somewhat sexual content.)


– Dana

*****


Cold War Casualty

Prague, Czechoslovakia – February 12, 1988
The 477 Metropol from Berlin pulled into Prague’s Nadrazi Holesovice station at 1:19am, thirteen minutes early due to skipping the stop in Dresden for some unannounced reason.  I never liked the Nadrazi station; it just seemed too industrial, too cold and isolated, and lacked the grandeur, history and buzz of Hlavni, the main station downtown.  Even though it opened three years ago, there still seemed to be constant construction going on, and even at rush hour it seemed desolate.  Of course, at one in the morning it was positively deserted, especially since I was (by choice) the last one off the train.   Waving off the porter in his blue overalls, I carried my own suitcase and brief case and made my way down the track.  Just to the left of the station entrance I spotted the news kiosk, and as I approached I smiled to myself as I recognized a familiar face behind the counter. 
In my line of work it is critical to have an almost photographic memory, especially for faces, but hers was particularly easy to remember, with her Dutch features, blunt-cut chin-length blonde hair, and almost aqua eyes.  The first time I’d seen her she was no older than 20, operating as a barmaid in a gin joint in Mombasa, back in ’66 when Van Owen and Roland and I were Thompson Gunners on our way to Kasai to help the Congolese resist the Soviet invasion…  She was rumored to have been Mossad, and having once heard her whisper in rapid, clipped Hebrew to an Ethiopian operative in Addis Ababa, I tended to believe the rumor.  Working with a familiar asset was always a double-edged sword; while I could be confident of her loyalties, her history and visibility made her more likely to become compromised or rolled up.  But in this operation it shouldn’t really matter; she was just there for the brush pass, then I was on my own.  I picked up a copy of Lidove Noviny, Prague’s only daily newspaper, though it was really just another Soviet propaganda tool, identical in everything but the title to the Moscow Pravda.  I handed her a 10 Koruna note, and she handed me my change, barely making eye contact.  I pretended to count the change, but in reality I was just making sure the coins included a 1986 US Nickel, which it did.
I headed to the exit, and breathed in the bitter cold air, which would have been refreshing if it weren’t for the acrid smell of the industrial pollution.  I was surprised not to see the car and driver waiting for me, but remembered the train was early and headed over to the bank of pay phones.  As usual, three of the four had ‘out of order’ signs on them, and as I picked up the handset at the one working phone, I felt that telltale sticky pull of a wad of gum stuck to my shoe.  I bent down to scrape the gum off, and suddenly heard the distinctive sound of a blackjack whipping through the air.
I awoke on a sofa, hands and feet bound.  I could tell that, not surprisingly, both of my guns were no longer on me.  I left my eyes closed for a few minutes to regain my senses; meanwhile I took in the sounds and smells. The noises of the train station were quite evident; the track announcements, the whistles, the engines, so we were still somewhere in the station.  I heard two female voices; from the echo I could tell it was a large room, probably with steel walls.  I could smell motor oil and the distinctive odor of freshly shaven metal, as well as the musty smell of the sofa I was on, leading me to guess that I was in a warehouse or machine shop.  I slowly opened my eyes; if the clock on the wall was correct, I’d been out for a little over an hour.   Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a bottle of Russian vodka in an ice bucket on a makeshift wooden table, confirming my fear that the women were not merely Stasi, but more elite KGB agents…  Sitting on a metal chair, pointing a Marakov pistol at me, was a slim agent in her early thirties, with short, dark hair and piercing eyes; she smiled at me and called to the other agent “Natasha – He’s awake.”  As the other agent came out of the shadows, I saw her Eurasian features and my heart sank; there was a good chance she was a Russian Gurkha – descended from the Tartar horsemen who invaded the steppes of Russia with Genghis Khan, and famous for their ruthlessness and well as their expertise as ‘swallows’ (female operatives who are trained to use sex as a weapon).   
            Sure enough, as she approached the sofa I could see that she was wearing only a bra and red panties with a pattern of tiny hammer and sickle emblems.  She stood in front of me and dramatically let down her hair; almost waist-length and so shiny and dark black that it almost seemed to have an element of dark blue when the light glanced off it.  She untied my wrists and ankles, letting her hair cascade over my face, then sat down next to me.  She put her hand on my thigh, and handed me a shot of vodka, telling me “you’ll need this.”  I drank the shot, and they both began caressing me and purring “we can do this the easy way or the hard way; your choice…”   Natasha took off her bra and climbed on top of me, *****


  She began to moan and pushed harder, until the short-haired agent intervened with several loud slaps to her bottom, admonishing her to wait until later…  Natasha cursed in Russian and slowly got off of me, straightened her panties, and sat back down next to me.   Again they repeated “we can do this the easy way or the hard way; your choice…”  but I played dumb and acted as if I had no idea who they were, claiming to just be a businessman in Prague to visit my Grandmother, but their caresses turned to pain as one pinched my nipple while the other squeezed my crotch a bit too hard as they told me to drop the act; they knew exactly who I really was; one got up and dumped onto the table the collection of passports and IDs in varying names and nationalities that had been in a secret compartment in my briefcase.   I reverted to Plan B, explaining that I was actually a forgery expert, in Prague to sell fake passports to citizens trying to escape, and that I would gladly cut them in on the take.  They rolled their eyes, and told me “Drop the act; we have your 201 file.”  I hoped they were bluffing, as the 201 file is the top-secret internal document at the CIA that contains all the personal information on an agent, including training and operational details, strengths, weaknesses and psychological evaluations.  My hopes were dashed when they handed me the file; while it was a poor quality repro, it was legible and definitely a copy of my real file… 
She sat down and they resumed the caresses, and again whispered in my ear “we can do this the easy way or the hard way; your choice… either way, we’re not leaving without the microchip.”  I admitted I was an agent, but insisted that I no longer had the chip – it had been passed off to another operative on the train…  They sighed and told me “guess it’s the hard way; time for the strip search…”  After a very thorough strip search, they both fondled me as they cooed “one last chance; wouldn’t you prefer the easy way?”   I summoned all my courage to reply confidently “I don’t have the microchip any more.”  The short-haired agent, whose named I’d learned was Dana, opened a large bag and began taking out all sorts of implements, teasing me by rubbing each one over my body before laying them down on the makeshift wooden table.  Natasha gave me another shot of vodka, and then they sat down on two metal chairs facing each other, knees interlocked, and pulled me across their knees.   They spanked me for about 15 minutes with their bare hands, often four hands crashing down at once on my bare bottom.  Finally they had me stand up, and Natasha handed me hairbrush and had me brush her long silky hair as she explained that they had never failed to break an agent one way or another, so wouldn’t I prefer to just stop now, hand over the microchip, and get my reward?  I brushed her hair obediently, trying desperately but not successfully to suppress my erection, and insisted that I no longer had the chip.  They pulled me back over their laps, and spent close to an hour spanking me with various wooden, rubber and leather paddles, constantly interrogating me, but I stuck with my insistence that I no longer had the microchip. 



They spoke to each other in a clipped Russian dialect that I could not understand, despite being fluent, and then Dana put on thick rubber gloves and began to rub a cream of some sort on my already beet-red bottom.   “I’m sure you’re familiar with capsaicin cream,” Dana whispered, “but you probably aren’t aware that unlike the 0.1% cream sold in the US, our chemists have devised an extraction method using the Naga Jolokia pepper, or what you call the ghost pepper, the world’s hottest pepper.  This enables us to make concentrations of up to 80%, or 800 times more potent than those American creams – that’s why I need to use these gloves.”  Sure enough, unlike the American creams I was trained with, which took at least 15 or 20 minutes to start working, I could immediately feel the most intense burning sensation.  Still, I had been trained to endure great pain, and I maintained my steadfast insistence that I no longer had the microchip.  They spoke to each other again in that clipped Russian dialect, and all I could make out was the word ‘bench’.   They led me over to a specially designed punishment bench, and securely strapped my legs to the lower part and strapped my arms to armrests.  They laid out an assortment of implements, and they each selected heavy leather prison straps, and began to simultaneously use them on me.  I tried to keep count internally, just to distract myself from the pain, but with them both strapping me at the same time, and going at such a fast and furious pace, I lost count around 200.  The strapping continued for what must have been six or eight hundred strokes, before they stopped momentarily to have another shot of vodka.  They then each picked up large Martinets and gently and sensually let the leather strands caress my backside before resuming a fast-paced whipping that again must have lasted for at least 600 strokes.   They spoke to each other in that undecipherable dialect, and while I couldn’t understand, I could tell that they were clearly getting frustrated that I had not yet broken.  They each picked up long narrow wooden paddles, about as long as a yardstick but much thicker, with 3 holes at the end, and began a severe paddling.  After what seemed like an hour, but was probably about 15 minutes, they switched to canes.  At this point, I was on the brink of giving in, but realized that both of them had broken into a sweat, and they seemed to be losing stamina, as the cane strokes seemed to be getting a bit lighter, so I managed to maintain my resolve and make it through…
Clearly frustrated by their inability to break me, they went to the corner of the room and spoke in hushed tones to each other and drank another shot of vodka, then brought a shot back to me.  They removed the restraints that were holding me down, led me to bare mattress in the corner of the room, and then they laid me face-up on the ancient mattress.  Dana attached my wrists to restraints connected to a long broomstick-size dowel, and then did the same to my ankles, leaving me spread-eagled on the mattress.  Natasha began caressing my chest, abdomen and legs, her long silky hair cascading over me, ***.  ***
  They used the spreader bars to turn me over, and gave me at least another 100 strokes with the cane, then rolled me back over and started over again with the stimulation… whispering “as soon as you tell us where the microchip is, ***”  Finally after about half a dozen cycles, I just couldn’t take it anymore; I’d been trained to endure all sorts of pain, but my training had not included any ways of coping with such excruciating denial of pleasure… I whispered “coin… it’s hidden in a coin…please let me finish”  “Where’s the coin?” they purred… “pants pocket”; Natasha gestured to Dana to go get it while she released me from the spreader bars and kissed my chest and caressed me and whispered “good boy…”  Dana returned with my pants and scooped out a pocketful of change in various currencies and asked which coin.  “An American Nickel” I said, and she found three and handed them to me.  I looked at the dates, and selected the correct coin, then removed my wedding band, and inserted the coin, tail side down, into a hidden bezel on the inner surface.  Three hard raps on the concrete and the back popped off, revealing the hollow center, sized perfectly to fit a microchip.  They let out a shriek of delight, and hugged each other, and then me, and then Natasha ***, while Dana stroked my hair and my chest and complimented me on my ability to handle an extraordinary amount of pain.  ***, explaining that now that I had given them the microchip, I had no alternative but to join the KGB, as I was a dead man if I returned to the US… And that they both really looked forward to helping to train me to handle denial of pleasure as well as I handled pain…
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‘A Priceless Spanking’ : Great M/F spanking story



Readers,


This entry to the Brief Encounter story contest is funny and well-written. I think you’ll enjoy ‘A Priceless Spanking.’ (The asterisks are my edits, for slightly naughty langugage – although it should be said that it’s still obvious.)


– Dana


                                                A Priceless Spanking


Sara had not been the best girlfriend in the world. She ran up $1575.50 on Andrew’s credit card. Designer snake print jeans $489, Lace-Inset Blouse $897.00, designer heels $178, red panties 11.50. The spanking she was going to receive, priceless.  
Sara was lying naked on her stomach with her laptop in front of her. Her long dark hair was cascading down her back all the way to her lovely bottom that protruded proudly in the air. Her large breasts rested comfortably on her bed. Sara opened her e-mail account.  Apparently, she had inherited a large sum of money from a long lost Nigerian relative and only had to send $500 to cover the processing fees. Sara laughed. “How could anyone be stupid enough to fall for this?” she thought. “O here’s one from Andrew.” Sara read Andrew’s e-mail:

“Meet me at 135 Baker St.  Coventry, CT at 3pm” was all it said.  

“Hmm that’s odd” Sara thought. “He must have a surprise planed for me, how fun.”  Sara looked at the location on Google Earth. “Looks like a train station, not very romantic. Well I better get dressed.” Sara got up and put on her new red panties. “I better not wear the rest of my new clothes, Andrew might ask questions.” Sara put on her socks, some old jeans, a tee shirt and some running shoes. There was no reason to get dressed up for a train station. 
When Sara arrived at the train station she was surprised that it was empty. Just then Sara saw Andrew walking towered her. 
Andrew:  “The station is shut down for repairs. We have it all to ourselves.” 
Sara: “I don’t have sex in train stations if that’s what you had in mind.”
Andrew: “Don’t worry, so apparently you ran up an enormous bill on my credit card.”
Sara: “(smiling) So, what are you going to do about it?”
“Perhaps I’ll do Andrew in the train station after all. After a good lay he will probably forget all about the credit card,” Sara thought to herself.
Andrew: “Well for starters I’m going to give you a good spanking.”
Sara: “(laughs) What a joke. You don’t have the *** to spank me.”
Andrew: “We’ll just see about that. Take off all your clothes save you shoes and socks. You’re going to need them.”
Sara “OK, I’m feeling pretty *** myself.”
Sara casually took off her shirt then her jeans and panties.
Andrew: “Well I’m not. (sitting down on a bench) Get over my knee.”
Sara positioned herself on Andrew’s lap.
smack
Sara: “I thought I felt something. Did a fly land on my ass?”
Smack!
Sara: “O now you want to play paddy cake with my ass. How cute, paddy cake, paddy cake bakers m”
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!
Sara: “Owwy, owwy, owwy”
Andrew: “I thought I didn’t have the *** to spank you.”
Sara: “Ok! Ok! You have the ***! You have the ***!”
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!
Sara: “Your *** are gigantic! You have the biggest *** in the world! Please stop spanking me!”
Andrew: “No need to get carried away. My *** are average size.”
Sara: “Have you been comparing them with the guys at the gym?”
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!
Sara: “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”
Andrew: “Now stand up and get your little red caboose on the tracks.”
Sara: “O aren’t you just sooo clever (sarcastically)”
Andrew: “You just can’t help being a smart ass, can you?”
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!
Sara: “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”
Sara got up and stood on the train tracks facing away from Andrew.
Andrew: “You’re always saying that you want to exercise more. Why don’t you pretend you’re a train and run to the platform and back?”  SMACK!!!!
Sara jogged slowly down the track. As Andrew watched Sara’s red bottom change shape as she jogged, Andrew realized that he had lied about not being ***. Sara’s red bottom looked smaller and smaller to Andrew as she jogged towered the platform. When she reached the platform she turned around and began jogging toward Andrew. Her breasts bounced rhythmically. Sara’s breasts seemed so carefree to Andrew, free to bounce as they pleased without the confinement of modern technology. Sara now stood in front of Andrew. She was breathing a little harder then normally. 
Andrew: “Turn around; you’ve been a very bad train. You were way to slow. The passengers were all late and I’ve had to listen to them complain all day.”
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!
Andrew was pleased that Sara was no longer talking back to him.
Andrew: “Now let’s try this again.” SMACK!!!!
Sara ran at a full sprint down the track. She reached the platform in no time. She turned around and began running toward Andrew. Her breasts were now bouncing at a feverish pace. Sara stood in front of Andrew.
Sara: “(breathing heavily) Was I a good train this time Mr. Conductor?”
Andrew: “Yes you were.”
Sara:  “I’m sorry about the credit card. I’ll return the clothes I bought.”
Andrew: “Don’t return the red panties. I kind of like them.”
Sara: “O good you’ll look so cute in them.”
Andrew:  “Well I see you’re still a smart ass. But my arm is too tired to spank you anymore.”
Sara kissed Andrew. Andrew gently kneaded Sara’s sore red bottom.
Sara: “My bottom is so red (protruding her lower lip in an exaggerated pout). Kiss it better.”
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Travel Update: August 19-24



I will be revisiting my friends and playmates in Charlotte, NC, and Tampa, FL, the week of August 19-24, 2012.
Disciplinary consideration in these cities is limited. For details, reference my Appointments page – and for a complete list of upcoming cities check the Travel page.


– Dana

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‘Hard Consequences’: F/F spanking (with Ms. Cali and Heather Michaels)



Readers,


Here is the free preview video from ‘Hard Consequences’ – an F/F spanking video which I shot recently for my wonderful friend Cali at SpankingMsCali.com.

From Cali: “Heather & I get caught sneaking out for some fun, and Dana’s over-the-knee payback isn’t worth it! See the full scene, plus many others here at www.SpankingMsCali.com! You can also download this clips from my clips stores SpankingLibrary.com/store/22 or Clips4Sale.com/30067


Enjoy!

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Sunday DanaKaneSpanks.com Update: DVD’s now available!






POV – no male bottom visible in this video.

You are a bad boy, misbehaving in public while I tried to shop for new clothes for you. I give you a disappointed yet loving scolding, then pull you across my lap for a hand spanking, even making you look back at me while you’re taking your punishment. Then you’re sent to the corner to think about your behavior.

Five angles in this video: (1) You’re facing me for your scolding. (2) Looking down at me as I pull you over my lap. (3) Looking at the floor, and my shoes, as I spank you (your toes are visible in the background). (4) Looking back over your shoulder at me, mid-spanking. (5) Facing the corner, you turn around and sneak a peek at me. Bad!



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I am very happy to announce that you may now purchase Dana Kane DVD’s on my website – HERE!


This project has taken a while to sort out – from purchasing the proper hardware, software, etc., to rendering videos into the correct formats for DVD authoring, to choosing and creating cover art for packaging. Working out a few kinks took a bit longer than I’d anticipated, but it was worth the extra effort.


The DVD’s available on my website are not mass-produced by a media authoring warehouse. I edit, export, burn, and design each one right here in my home office. The DVD’s are not ‘fancy’ – you’ll find no hidden functions, advertisements, or 3D graphics – but the spankings are hard, and the players are real.


So if you’re not a fan of download sites, or even if you’ve purchased some of my videos online and enjoyed them enough that you’d like to own them on DVD, take a look at the available titles. Maybe you’ll find something you like. There’s even an option to create your very own Custom DVD, by choosing only the titles you want – I’ll make it just for you!


As with all endeavors, I value your opinions and feedback. Please feel free to leave your comment below, or email me your thoughts directly, at danakanespanks@gmail.com.


–  Dana

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‘Ft. Worth Central Railroad Station’ : New original spanking story

Readers,


Here is another fine entry to the Brief Encounter writing contest. There’s a whole lotta spanking going on at the ‘Ft.Worth Central Railroad Station’!


– Dana

*****


I am a 58 year old retired elementary school principal and the mother of two grown children.  At five foot ten inches and 145 pounds I have a firm and well toned body thanks to my many trips to the gym.  My husband passed away three years ago and our two children have careers that made it necessary for them to locate out of state.  I decided that I needed new goals and one of these was to run a marathon.  


My primary running route took me by the abandoned Ft. Worth Central Railroad Station.  In 1945 it peaked with almost 700,000 passengers.  By 1979 usage had declined to 32,000 and it was closed and abandoned in 1988.  Today as I jog by this beautiful example of architecture I can’t help but think about how many lives and stories this structure touched.  


College students from near by Texas Christian University have staged wild parties inside the station.  I have even seen some of my former students sneaking in.  One of these, Jeremy, had even found himself face down across my lap more than once for a sound paddling.  


I explored the station myself and found beautiful wooden benches,  marble walls,  tile floors, and chairs that were once in the waiting rooms of some of the offices.  


I have lived in the same old historic home that I raised my family in for over 30 years.  It is located close to the station and T.C.U.  In fact there is both a fraternity and sorority house on my block.  


While jogging through the neighborhood I began to notice a pattern for the parties at the station. Boys from the fraternity house joined the sorority girls every other Saturday night.  And Jeremy was always there.  There were many nooks where I could hide.  One Saturday evening I hid in an alcove where the benches and chairs were in full view.  The older boys arrived first bringing kegs of beer followed by upper class boys and girls neatly dressed and some carrying paddles.  Paddling as part of official hazing has become illegal and antiquated; but, off campus paddle parties by members are common.  Before Jeremy started crying (I’ll explain that later) he told me that pledges to be paddled and members to be punished for demerits were instructed to wear tight jeans.  


The night I hid three boys and four girls were to be paddled.  The first two boys were pledges.  They grabbed their ankles while Jeremy laid on ten pops to each pledge.  You could hear the echo throughout the huge station.  Both boys had red faces and unhappy expressions when he was finished.   The third boy was there for punishment and he was to receive 25 pops from a senior sorority sister who was on the tennis team.  He had made unwanted sexual advances to a sorority sister.  He was forced to bend over the bench while two sisters held his arms rendering them helpless.  The tennis star was over six feet tall and had a beautiful figure and well muscled arms.  To my shock she unbuckled his jeans and lowered them to his knees along with his briefs exposing his naked bottom.  Now both his arms and legs were pinned.   The muscular sister gave this helpless man the most wicked paddling I had ever seen.   I am an expert spanker and my boys and students were very unhappy little boys long before they were left off of my lap: but, this athletic girl shifted her weight into every one of his 25 spanks.  His bottom turned red and then purple and blue.  When she was finished and he was released he laid limp over the bench.  The four girl pledges each received 10 swats from senior girls as they bent over the bench next to each other.  Ten different sisters went down the line giving each pledge a swat.  The pledges had trouble staying in place and let out yelps after every spank.  


Finally back to Jeremy.   I think that he found himself draped over my lap more than my own sons.  The school board policy only allowed five swats but I would have liked to double that at times for Jeremy.  I know he didn’t like it when he was over my knee and I always made sure he was well paddled; but, he kept coming back for more.  I think some boys need a firm woman’s hand.  


One of the activities the boy’s at the  fraternity would had were scavenger hunts.   And one of the items on the list was a pair of panties.  (Jeremy also revealed this to me before he started crying)  I happened to look out of my kitchen window and saw Jeremy steal a bra and my red panties off of my clothesline.  I was both furious and amused.  He knew I lived here.  This was the same behavior that would earn him a trip over my knee 15 years ago.  The next day I called the fraternity house and demanded to speak with Jeremy.  I told him that I expected him to meet me at the station at 6:00 sharp and that he was to bring my bra and be wearing my red panties.   I found my old paddle that I hadn’t used on my boys for over 15 years.   It was identical to the paddle I used at school.   I arrived at the station dressed in a black silk knee length skirt,  black stockings,  and a white blouse.   I wanted to make sure Jeremy knew it was a woman administering his paddling.  When Jeremy arrived I informed him that I was going to paddle my panties as I took the paddle out of my bag.  Jeremy complained that he was wearing them.  As I pulled out a straight backed chair and sit with the paddle on my lap I explained that since he was wearing them he would be paddled too.  And that when I was finished his bottom would be the same color as my red panties.   I ordered Jeremy to my right side lowered his pants to his knees exposing my red panties as I pulled him across my nylon clad lap.  


The first spank landed across the middle of my red panties.  Upon questioning he gave me all of the details of the paddle parties and scavenger hunt while  I continued to paddle my red panties.  By the 5th spank he was in tears and unable to explain any more.  He hadn’t been across my nylon stockinged lap in 15 years.  I was determined that this would be a spanking he would never forget.  50 spanks later his bottom was the same color as my red panties and he was bawling, kicking, begging, and pleading.  The spanks echoed throughout the station but no one but Jeremy and me could hear them- or so I thought.  the entire sorority had hid inside and were  viewing his paddling.  When he was let off of my lap the girls came out laughing as Jeremy danced, hopped, and cried as he rubbed his red bottom-  or was that my panties?  

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Conversations with Spankos CH.11 : Let’s Talk About Sex (as in Gender)



It seems natural that our spanking proclivities would run along similar lines as our sexualities…or does it?


Even for those of us in the spanking community who do not find our spanking play directly motivated by sexual desires, most of us seem to play along gender preference lines. In other words, if you are a heterosexual male, whether top or bottom, your play will likely be with females. There is an inherent discomfort for some, playing with same-sex spanking partners, which arises, I think, due to the very intimate nature of this thing we do.


I am not commenting here on sexuality, sexual identity, or any -philia or -phobia. Rather, I am interested in how many of us play outside our ‘gender comfort zone’.


  –  After a talk with one of my playmates (who is male, heterosexual, strictly bottom), I have been wondering how often we step outside those comfort zones, and what that means to our overall lifetime spanking experience.  –  


During a conversation about the lack of female spankers in his relatively small town, he mentioned that he had once, in desperation, been spanked by another man. “I’m straight, but sometimes you just need a spanking, you know?”, or something to that effect, was his comment. Unfortunately, the conversation quickly moved on to another talking point and I was never able to ask the question which popped into my mind: 


‘How was it?’


The question is simple enough, but the answer could’ve been profound. 


The more I think about it, the more questions arise:


What did this experience mean to my playmate? Was it just as rewarding as a spanking from an authoritative female? Will he ever do it again? What were the nuanced differences of playing with a same-sex spanker for the first time?


My lovely friend Cali recently received her first real F/F spanking (from me, I am proud to say). She and her husband are monogamous spankos practicing LDD (read more about them on their blog), so I was particularly honored to be allowed access to her very spankable bottom. She seemed very comfortable, and can certainly take a spanking, but there’s no denying the significance of the event. 


Now I am curious (aren’t I always?)…what is your Spanking Gender Comfort Zone? And does it naturally align to your sexual/gender preferences? Have you ever stepped out of that zone for experimentation, desperation, or gratification? Or are you ready and willing to give/receive a spanking regardless of gender?

–  Dana

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S.A.D. (Subs Against Delrin) : Lookin’ for Trouble



Readers,


By now many of you are familiar with Angel (of the video series Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother), and The Very Bad Boy (who, along with his Wonderful Wife, is a longtime playmate and friend).
They are both as bratty as bratty gets, which endears them to me greatly. Try as they might, neither of them manages very often to ruffle my feathers.
This has led them to organize a ‘group’ which they’re calling S.A.D. (Subs Against Delrin). Ever since I videotaped The VBB receiving 200+ strokes with the Delrin Loop , he’s been on a personal mission to never EVER experience it again.


This silly campaign takes place mostly on their Twitter feeds ( @TheVBB and @SpankedAngel), and I am tickled to see that some of my other playmates and correspondents are getting in on the fun.


Lately though, they have both gotten a bit out of hand with their online bratting. It’s all in good fun, and I am always up for plenty of spanking fun, but there also comes a time when lines must be drawn. 


In the next couple months, I will host both Angel and The VBB and WW in my home. During these visits, they will both experience swats from each and every delrin implement in my collection – somewhere around ten pieces. I’ll videotape these disciplinary sessions and share them with you here.


(And for the two of you – because I know that you are reading this – be very afraid.)


–  Dana

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‘I will not push Ms. Kane’s buttons.’



Sometimes my email correspondents get a teeny bit…cheeky.


They think, because they are far away, that I cannot (or will not) discipline them for their brattiness. There’s some comfort in distance, isn’t there?


My playmates know that I have an immense capacity for misbehavior – that, while I definitely believe that discipline must be applied, a certain amount of brattiness is not only allowed but encouraged. Antics only make the application of discipline more fun for me, as I love a good struggle.


One particular boy decided to push it a bit too far in his email, however, even mentioning how happy he was to have been able to get away with online-bratting with no repercussions thus far. Obviously, he was asking for it..


..so I assigned him twenty-five handwritten lines, to give him a little time to think about things. I’m sure that he was thinking that this wasn’t much punishment at all, and it likely took him only a few minutes to complete – especially judging from his penmanship.


He was not aware, until now, that his assignment would be published for all to see. I do hope that this public embarrassment serves as further punishment for his cheekiness:

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Sunday DanaKaneSpanks.com Update (New F/F scene!)

My brother has sent his new wife, Cheyenne, to my home…so that I can teach her to cook. He is tired of eating junk for breakfast, and I’ve promised to teach her to make my ‘world famous biscuits’.
It becomes clear quickly that she has no interest in learning anything, so I have no other choice but to pull down her white cotton panties and spank her bare bottom – right in the kitchen.
Cheyenne keeps up the bratting, making an intentional mess in my kitchen, so I pull her over my knee for more hard hand spanking, until she begs me to stop.
(Click the title link for more.)













I know that he went to a massage parlor today, and confront him as soon as he comes home. I am livid!
After he admits it, I tell him that I am going to restrain him and give him fifty strokes with the leather strap as punishment for his pervy trip downtown – but as I am stripping him I notice spanking marks on his bottom…he got a spanking at the massage parlor!
This is the ultimate betrayal.
His punishment is doubled – to 100 strokes from my two leather straps – but I am so angry that I lose count, and he receives many more than one hundred..

Click the title link above to see more.





The POV addendum to this video, titled ‘POV: A Not-So-Happy Ending’, may be previewed HERE.



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New, Original F/M spanking story



Readers,


Here is an entry from the ‘Brief Encounter’ story writing contest. It looks as though Simon has gotten exactly what he wished for…

***
Simon looked around nervously, there was something about a station at 2pm that was a little spooky. For a start there was no one else there as far as he could see but there were many places that someone could hide and be watching him from.He wondered if he was the victim of some kind of practical joke, he’d turned up as instructed in the email from the mysterious Mistress A he had contacted over the internet through the Darkest Fantasy site, he was even dressed as instructed but there was no one else around. He decided he would wait a few more minutes before going home and putting the night down to experience. Just as he was about to go he heard the tapping of a pair of heels on the tiled floor behind him. He turned and saw a vision of stern beauty.  Mistress A was dressed in tight fitting leather trousers and a white blouse. In her hand she held a cane which as he watched she swished threateningly through the air. “You came then” she said “did you follow the rest of my instructions?” “Yes” Simon mumbled “Yes Mistress” she said and Simon dutifully replied. ” Good, follow me” she said in a tone of voice that brooked no dissent. Simon followed her as she walked into the waiting room. On entering he was surprised to see another younger woman there as well. Mistress A offered no explanation of her presence and walked into the centre of the room. ” Right” she said “trousers off” Simon dutifully removed his trousers to display a pair of very feminine red panties. He’d bought them the previous day and was sure that the shop assistant knew that they were for him. He had blushed terribly whilst paying and the assistant had given him a very knowing look before grinning widely. “Very good” said the Mistress “it appears that you can follow instructions. What do you think Samantha?” The younger woman walked over and looked him over intently. “Yes very attractive” she said “Do you think you can make his bottom match them?” The Mistress didn’t reply, she merely indicated that Simon should come over to where she was sitting. ” Right, over my lap” she commanded and Simon obeyed. Immediately she began to spank his beknickered bottom. Her hand came down hard and fast and in moments his bottom was stinging but she continued in the same way for another 5 minutes. Then she slowly peeled the panties down exposing fully his trembling buttocks. “They’re barely pink yet” she observed before bringing her palm down. Loud smacks rang out around the room whilst all the time Samantha watched with an enigmatic smile on her face. Simon squirmed and wriggled across her lap but there was no escaping the stinging palm. Simon felt excited and embarrassed at the same time. This was what he had imagined when he had first contacted the Mistress and the reality was even better than he had imagined lying in his bed at night. Finally the spanking stopped and he was allowed to stand up.
He stood there with his hands on his head whilst Samantha and Mistress A inspected his bottom. “Now for the cane, bend over and if you try to stand up or protect your bottom I’ll start again from the beginning”. Simon bent over the indicated seat. The spanking had stung but he knew instinctively that the cane was going to hurt considerably more. The Mistress ran her hands over his bottom causing him to shiver in anticipation. She swished the cane through the air menacingly, “I’m going to give you 36 strokes and I want you to count and thank me after each stroke, if you forget or miscount then the stroke will be repeated, do you understand” “Yes Mistress” he said trying to keep his voice from quavering.Without warning the 1st stroke arrived Thwack, the pain was intense and Simon was so shocked he almost forgot but just about managed “1 Thank you Mistress” The 2nd stroke followed immediately and to his amazement it hurt even more, “2 Thank you Mistress”. And so it continued and Simon discovered as many naughty boys had before that a caning becomes more painful and difficult to bear with each stroke. After 12 strokes she paused to inspect her handywork and both she and Samantha  ran their hands over his welted backside. Then it started  again and now Simon was yelling out the numbers and the thanks. The last 3 strokes were agonising but he managed to take them, just about. “Stand up” she said and grimacing he did so. ” Hmm that’s a well caned bottom don’t you think” she said to Samantha who cast a searching gaze over his bottom. “Yes” she replied “I think he’s had enough” Simon hoped Mistress agreed as his bum felt like it was on fire.
It was 5 Minutes later and Simon still bare below the waist was rubbing his buttocks ruefully. “Was that everything you imagined” said the Mistress ” Your email requested a spanking in a public place followed by a severe caning, I hope you liked the added touch of the knickers”. Simon had to agree that it had been better than he could ever have imagined. ” Of course, it’s not really a public punishment as there’s no one here but this is probably as close as you can get” she said and Simon remembered that he had said that one of his fantasies had involved public humiliation. “However at Darkest Fantasies we do try to completely fulfil your desires, so” and she waved Samantha over. Suddenly he was grabbed by both women and dragged back out into the station concourse where they quickly handcuffed him to the departures board. Suddenly Simon realised the foolishness of expressing all his darkest dreams to an organisation that promised a complete service. He could hear the women laughing as they walked away,surely they wouldn’t really leave him like this, welted bare bottom on show to all the commuters who he realised would be arriving in about 2 hours time. He started to sob gently at first but quickly he began bawling. After about 30 minutes of crying and struggling to get lose he slumped in his handcuffs. It was hopeless, he could just imagine the stories in the newspapers and perhaps even on the television. And of course in this day and age all the commuters would have camera phones, his backside was going to be all over the Internet by breakfast. This was exactly what his fantasy had involved but the reality was just too horrible to contemplate. “Please” he sobbed to no-one in particular.
Then he heard the tapping of heels on the station tiles.  
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Slippering: Help me choose

There are quite literally dozens of different slipper designs, and most of them are ugly. Of the few that are okay to look at, most don’t seem very effective for the purposes of spanking.


Here are a few I’ve been considering. Feel free to vote, comment, or link to your suggestions.

I own a pair of these isotoner ballet slippers (above). In my opinion they are too flimsy for a good spanking.



These are what I think of as traditional house shoes/slippers.



Here’s a sexier, Peg Bundy does discipline style.



A heavier soled, house slipper.

So tell me: Which is the ultimate spanking slipper?
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Paddles and Panties (okay, mostly paddles)



A few weeks ago, I coudn’t resist coming home with an bag of new toys from my friends at PaddlesandPanties.com. Since I firmly believe that one cannot have too many implements of impact, I was tickled to have a whole new batch of goodies for my arsenal.



Evil One


Long Rule


Shorty


Lexan Paddles


As you can imagine, these large lexan paddles pack quite a sting – and cover a lot of ‘ground’, so to speak. They’re loud, and you never lose sight of your target area!

The wood paddles are built for good, steady impact. The shorty and long rule are stingier, especially the holed versions, and the evil one is…well…evil. Thuddy. Serious business.
I do admit (boast?) having broken the holed shorty on a particularly well-muscled bottom, after several dozen quite hard strokes. It was wonderful for us both!


I have also been known, on a rare occasion, to force a particularly naughty boy into a pair of these before administering his ‘requested’ discipline:

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‘Plaigarism’ : A new video from Dreams of Spanking

When I visited London earlier this year, I had the great good fortune of spending a day spanking Pandora Blake and Mike Stryker, for Pandora’s website DreamsofSpanking.com.


This scene, ‘Plagiarism’, is the third release from that wonderful day of spanking fun. In it, Mike is a college student who’s been slacking off a bit lately – even going so far as to plagiarize another writer for his writing assignment. 
While my administrative assistant Pandora looks on, I and my leather strap teach Mike a valuable lesson about getting a proper education.

Check out the full preview (video, too!) on Pandora’s site.

I cannot say often enough how much fun I had filming with these two wonderful, fun, intelligent people who are so very good at what they do. My thanks again to them both for allowing me the pleasure of their company, and their backsides, as well as the filming and photography crew who were both friendly and  professional. 

If you haven’t yet taken a look at Pandora’s site, I don’t know what you are thinking.

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Contest Winner: Brief Encounter



Readers,


The June spanking story writing contest, ‘Brief Encounter’, was a fun one for the imagination: A man and woman, alone in a train station, and a pair of mysterious panties…this could go anywhere! As always, our fellow spankos have come through in admirable fashion, sharing their stories with us all here (and possibly hoping for that spanking ‘prize’).


I will post up all the qualifying story entries over the upcoming month, but alas, only one can win:


This untitled story is steamy. I love it, and hope you do, too.

***


He heard the echo of her heels as she confidently strode down the platform. Click…click…click…. The two of them had locked eyes at the ticket counter ten minutes ago. He had been three customers ahead of her yet still he had felt her commanding eyes as she looked him up and down finally settling on his bottom.
 
He was dressed in a two piece gray flannel suit. She was in a sleek black skirt that rode halfway down her thighs. The skirt hugged her, showing off the amazing curve of her hips. Her ensemble was rounded out with a sheer white silk blouse that came down to her waist, her lace bra flirtatiously showing through as she held on to a small black purse.
 
Click…click…click…. He didn’t know why he was nervous but his palms were sweaty and beads of sweat had prickled his brow. He took his handkerchief from his front pocket and dabbed at his forehead.
 
Click…click…. She was twenty feet away and he was feeling aroused by this woman in a way he was unaccustomed being. To his mind, he was the man, the one in charge but the way this woman walked, like a tigress through a sweltering, sultry jungle at night, made him check himself, remind himself who the powerful one was here.
 
Click. She stopped five feet away, her back to him, head up, looking the other way but flaunting all of her womanly prowess.
 
She knew his type, overly confident, overly aggressive, the kind of man that needed to be taught a lesson. And she knew just the right person for putting a man like this in his place.
 
“Hot down here, isn’t it,” the man said to the woman.
 
“Downright steeamy,” she replied. She still hadn’t turned around though she could feel his eyes on her, taking her all in. She casually pulled a button forward on her blouse, giving him a glimpse of the straps of her bra, perspiration emphasizing their outline against her tanned skin beneath her blouse.
 
She smoothed the silk out. He’s leering at me, she thought. His tongue is hanging out his mouth and he’s ogling me. She smiled. She was the hunter and him? Easy prey.
 
“I couldn’t agree with you more,” he said. He stood there, marveling at the fluidity of her every move, the grace of her every gesture, the locks of brunette hair that fell to her shoulders, the lithe lines of her body. I’d like to get her number, he thought. “The weatherman said this morning that the heat wave ought to break tonight. Have us some relief by tomorrow morning.”
 
“Oh, really?” she said turning around knowing the forecast would turn out right for just one of them.
 
He closed the gap between them by three paces. A bead of perspiration ran down her neck, down the tan of her chest getting lost somewhere in her cleavage. The man’s eyes absently followed it and before he could stop himself he was staring at an index finger that was playing along the pillow of exposed skin above the bra. He flushed realizing his faux paus. He shook his head. “Yep, that’s what I heard on the news this morning,” he said trying to act casual.
 
She took out the small bottle of water she had hidden in her purse. She leaned her head back slightly, running the cold bottle down her chin over her neck and didn’t stop until she had painted her exposed skin with the water beaded container.
 
The man shifted uneasily in his place.
 
She unscrewed the top allowing it to fall to the ground making it appear as though she was clumsy and helpless.
 
The man stood there waiting for her to pick it up. He wanted to see her supple body curve bend down and scoop it up.
 
She didn’t disappoint as she stooped down to get it, knees together, her blouse riding up in the back. The man leaned over and saw she had on a pair of red panties. Red, my favorite color, he thought. She leaned over her knees a few inches, held that position, making sure he had a good look at her lingerie. With the grace of a jaguar, she got up, turned coming face to face with him.
 
“You like the color I’m wearing today?” She asked him looking him square in the eye.
 
“Color? What are you talking about?’ He played stupid.
 
“No need to be bashful. I like a man who knows what he likes. So? Do you like the color that I picked out for today?”
 
He gulped. “Yes, I do. Very much.”
 
“And what color would that be?”
 
He raised his eyebrows. “Red. It’s my favorite color.”
 
“Oh, mine too.” She said running a finger down his shoulder and then his arm. Then she walked over to the bench and sat down.
 
The man stood there, watching. When she was comfortable, she took another sip from her bottle, capped it and put it away in her purse. She patted her lap and when the man didn’t move she patted it again saying, “That’s your cue to come over here. On this side.” She tapped her right thigh.
 
Shrugging, the man did what he was told him. She took her bottle of water out, closed her eyes as she leaned her head back taking an extra long swallow even as he saw deep into her cleavage, his mouth watering. She casually brought her head back and let the cap slip from her fingers.
 
She looked up at him, her eyes puddles of mischievous blue. “Would you be a dear and pick that up for me?” The tone in her voice was a command more than a question.
 
He tried taking a step to the side and forward but she stuck her right leg out preventing his progress. She tapped her thigh again. “Over my lap.”
 
“Over your what?” He asked incredulously.
 
“You heard me,” she snapped. “Over my lap…now.”
 
No woman ever spoke to him this way, flustered, taken off his game, he didn’t know what to do and when she barked out “Now” a second time he found himself bending over her lap reaching for the bottle cap. He was inches within reach when her left foot suddenly nudged it just beyond his reach. He was just about to open his mouth to complain when WHACK! Her hand came down on his trouser covered bottom. Surprised, shocked, he tried to wriggle up but found that she had him in a scissor lock. WHACK!
 
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
 
“I’m going to teach you some manners,” she said.
 
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
 
He tried struggling but the more he struggled the tighter she squeezed him into the scissor lock. There was no escaping.
 
Harder her hand came across his bottom. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
 
“Listen,” he said, “this is all very cute and fun but the train will be here in fifteen minutes and I need to get to work.”
 
“Fifteen minutes is all we need to teach you a good lesson.” She paused. “And to send you on your way with a nice pair of red buns.”
 
She suddenly pulled his pants down to his ankle and began swatting in earnest.
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
“Ow, that hurts.”
 
“It’s supposed to.”
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
“OWWW!”
 
“Stop whining! And take your punishment like a man.”
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
He groaned. He didn’t know what to say. He never experienced the power of a woman like this before. She was devastatingly beautiful and he had to admit turned on despite his compromising position.
 
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Ohhhhh.” Came his little boy cries as she continued to deliver his spanking. She ran her long fingernails across his bottom testing his hotness. “Ow. Ow. Owwww. That hurts. It’s hot!”
 
“Yes. I know. I intend the heatwave to last until the end of the week for at least one of us,” she said.
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She delivered her spanks with authority. “Now.” She paused. “You will be quiet or we’ll continue this until after the train had passed through.”
 
Afraid because he knew she meant it, he meekly said, “Yes, ma’am.”
 
“That’s better.”
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
He was sweating profusely not daring to let slip a sound.
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
She paused squeezing his now ripe red cheeks, first the one, then the other.
 
He bit his tongue against the searing pain.
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
“Train to Penn Station on track ten arriving in three minutes,” the loudspeaker blared.
 
“Please,” he begged, “I’ll be good. I’ll behave. I’ll never disrespect you ever again.”
 
“I’m not so convinced,” she replied.
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She gave it to him extra hard this time.
 
Please, he thought.  Please end this before I’m embarrassed in public. My career couldn’t survive something like this.
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
The train whistle blew in the distance.
 
Oh God, no. He panicked.
 
SMACK! SMACK! She really let him have it.
 
SMACK! SMACK! Harder still.
 
SMACK! SMACK! The hardest spanks yet.
 
She released her leg lock and he fell to ground. He was looking at her feet and legs, struggling to pull his trousers back on when he heard the conductor’s voice. “Is everything alright here?”
 
He looked sheepishly at the conductor, to the woman and back to the conductor again. “The…uh…lady lost an earring. I was just trying to find it for her.”
 
“Oh here it is. It fell into my purse,” she said.
 
“Very well,” the conductor said walking away down the platform.
 
Whew, the man thought.  He got to his feet and had taken two paces towards the train when he heard her voice. “Next week. Same time.”
 
“Huh?” He turned around puzzled.
 
“We have to teach you a lesson about lying.”
 
There was no reason why he would have to be back next week but he knew he would.


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Sunday DanaKaneSpanks.com Update

 

Angry Babysitter
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This bad boy has been a babysitter’s nightmare – staying up late, jumping on the bed – and now he’s going to get a hard paddling, along with a some very stern lecturing. First, he’s made to stand, with his body bent over the back of the wooden chair, for the babysitter to paddle him over his underpants then directly on his bare bottom.
Then the babysitter pulls him over her knee for even more paddling, reminding him that ‘big boys don’t cry’.

(Click the title link for more photos.)


There is also a POV addendum, titled ‘POV: Angry Babysitter’, found HERE.



 
POV: Naughty Boy

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You’ve been a VERY naughty boy. Although I do love you, I won’t put up with this behavior much longer. You behave childishly, so I am going to have to treat you like one. I tell you that you’ll receive a harsh spanking, over my lap, with my hand, hairbrush, AND belt.
A loving yet serious scolding – in retro, longline girdle and red robe…sure to make any naughty boy feel chastened.

(Click the title link for more photos.)

 

*****
 

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Premium POV videos will now be located in their own, dedicated clips store, HERE


Premium F/M (and F/F, for the time being) Spanking videos are still HERE.



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Conversations with Spankos (Ch.10) : Does Size Matter?



Readers,


Get your minds out of the gutter – this is about spanking.


Over the last couple years that I’ve been playing professionally there have been numerous times that new playmates have commented, “Wow, you’re bigger than I expected!” upon meeting me. Most recently, a poor boy with his legs pinned under me as I spanked him relentlessly with my palms exclaimed, “You’re too skinny to be able to hit that hard! How can you do that?”.  (For the record, I am 5’8″ and 120lbs.)


I guess that, at least to our imaginations, size matters.


In reality, one’s size has little to do with the severity of the spanking which he or she can dish out – or take. The most perfect example is Dana Specht. Dana is petite, but fierce. There’s nothing about her countenance or stature that would suggest weakness, is there?

Even though he is nearly twice her size, this boy looks duly humbled in the presence of Dana Specht.



 
Conversely, some spankers are built like warrior-goddesses, and their imposing physiques strike fear into playmates long before the spanking ever begins. Miss Chris comes to mind here, naturally, as her  6′ height and reputation for the hardest hand spanking attest. 

Looking utterly feminine, and equally ferocious, Miss Chris is intimidating.
 
 
 
Then there are the spankees: Some with teeny little bum’s like two apples who can take a severe walloping (as in the case of my Bottom’s bottom), and some with generous backsides that are unprepared for anything more than a nice, stinging hand spanking.  There are countless spanko sizes, and so many abilities surpassing our physical makeups, so my question is:
 
 
Does size matter to you? (Are you more likely to prefer a spanker/spankee who’s smaller, therefore having the element of surprise – or someone who you find physically intimidating from the outset?
 
– Dana
 
 
 

 

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Travel Update: August 6-11



Mon.-Sat., August 6-11, 2012:


I will be visiting my playmates in New York City and Boston again in August, and making my first trip to Albany, too.


For disciplinary consideration in these cities email me at danakanespanks@gmail.com. (But please, read THIS first.)


More Travel dates.

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Conversations with Spankos (Ch.9): Who Knows?



Readers,


After having read her post describing Alex Reynold’s recent accidental familial outing, I am curious about the ‘out’ status of other spankos. 


My (admittedly, few) family know about my lifestyle and profession – my somewhat infamous auntie is tickled by the whole idea and asks pointed and sometimes slightly uncomfortable questions. In truth, nobody seemed particularly surprised.


My friends know, too, naturally; many of them are ‘lifestylers’ of some description or other, so our conversations are easy and free and would likely be disturbing if overheard on the train. Those who are by our terms vanilla usually do their best to seem laid-back and cool about the whole thing but aren’t very interested in the details.


But in public, social situations, I’m inclined to tell a stranger that I am a ‘consultant’, rather than try and explain what a fetishist is and possibly offend someone’s sensibilities (or blow their mind) in the process. This is done out of kindness to the kink-ignorant, in my opinion, and is not an indicator of my not being okay with who/what I am.


(As an aside, why are we all so interested in what others ‘do for a living’? It is often one of the first questions people ask new acquaintances. The answer is supposed to indicate our financial status, and is almost always boring. I think that this possibly borders on bad manners.)


A talk today with one of my friends yielded more ‘who knows’ questions, as she’s seeing someone new. Someone New isn’t sure whether he’s okay with her lifestyle/profession, and she isn’t sure that she’s okay with his uncertainty. He knew since their first meeting, when she proudly outed herself.


So, for all of you: Who knows about your fetish (or lifestyle)? And how does if affect your relationships? 


Are you ‘out’ to a group of like-minded friends, but your family and coworkers are oblivious?
Have you outed yourself, or had it done for you – and what were the implications?


And how does having to keep back a part of oneself affect our personalities?


– Dana

PS. Thanks to Alex for sharing her process, and for being a generally great woman.

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Live Session Photos, shared by request


Readers,

These photos are just too great to keep all to ourselves, so my playmate and I have agreed that we should share them with you. Not only is his bottom extremely tough, but he looks fantastic in his lingerie.







Happy caning!   – Dana

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Travel Update: July 23-29





I will be making my first visit to Toronto, July 23-24. I’ll also be visiting Minneapolis and Detroit, and then attending the Crimson Moon Party in Chicago on Saturday the 28th.
Disciplinary consideration in these cities is limited.


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Las Vegas playmates : Double your ‘pleasure’

I am tickled to tell all of you visiting Las Vegas playmates that one of my lovely girlfriends has made herself available for local double appointments with us.




Cheyenne is a brunette, beautiful and fit – with an amazing posterior! She is a switch with years of experience on both sides of the paddle, so we may either co-spank you, or you may both receive a spanking from me, or you and I can spank her shapely bottom together. If you’ve always wanted to have another woman present to witness your discipline, her pretty eyes will take in the entire scene with pleasure.


www.CheyenneJewel.com


As always, feel free to email me at danakanespanks@gmail.com for more information.


– Dana

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Stream of Consciousness: The Spanking Internet Wormhole



Readers,


You know what I am talking about – you’ve likely all experienced it too: the Spanking Internet Wormhole. 


I start by reading the titles of the newest blogs on my blogroll here; usually I don’t click through to the photoblogs, as I’m more interested in others’ thoughts than their body parts. An interesting title always grabs my attention, though, so I click through to a friend’s blog and read happily.
After finishing my read, I usually scroll around said blog to see what else they’re offering – which inevitably leads to clicking through to another blogsite for more reading. If the blogger is well-written (or well-followed) this usually means that there will be commenters below the post; I read those too.
Invariably, I’ll see a name or blog title which I haven’t previously, so I’ve no choice but to click through to it and take a look around. This person will likely reference friends on one or more social networks, which I’ll then visit in my quest to know everything in the universe – but only if it’s totally non-scholarly  and useless in the overall scheme of things. And spanking-related.
Said social network will usually produce a link to a discussion, thread, or message board. I love reading around various group postings, if only for the sheer voyeuristic pleasure of watching people subject themselves to one another over and over again. From one thread or another, a commenter or two will stick out, either for their intelligent opinions..or their idiotic ones, so I’ll click over to their profile. Many people have their own websites today, and if this person has one, it will be linked everywhere. So, naturally, I must click through to this person’s website and check it out. Oftentimes, these websites are blog-type sites, and often they’re promoting either themselves or a group of people in some professional capacity. If they’re connected to a business, I have to see what that business does – so I click their website.
This site could be just about anything – from spanking to general bdsm to pornography to goodness-knows-what-else.


Yesterday, goodness-knows-what-else led me to a touching article about clown porn pioneer Hollie Stevens, her battle with stage four cancer, and her recent hospital wedding. Also, an interesting blog posting about employment compensation problems between Kink.com and some of their KinkLive webcam models, by Maggie Mayhem. 


These webpages naturally spawned a host of clicks, thereby leaving me with approximately seventeen tabs open on my internet browser. This became entirely too much pressure, causing me to close the browser entirely and get into the bathtub with a good book.


Where was I?


–  Dana

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Upcoming Travel



Travel Update:


I will be making my first visit to both New Orleans and Memphis, July 17-19. 
Dallas and San Antonio will both receive follow-up visits that week, too. Disciplinary consideration in these cities is very limited.


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Your answers to the ‘Who, What, When…of Spanking’ survey



The ‘Who, What, When, Where, Why, and How of Spanking’ survey is getting lots of responses, so I thought I’d share some of the current results. Thus far, the survey has received:


413  Responses


Thanks to all of you for taking the time to put your two cents in, and I enjoy seeing your answers and the way the statistics play out.


Let’s take a look at how you answered the questions in this newest survey:




Question 1: Who spanked you the first time?

Parent/Relative 53%
Teacher 10%
Babysitter 4%
Neighbor 3%
Girlfriend/Boyfriend 12%
Schoolmate(s) 1%
Spouse 4%
Lifestyle/Professional disciplinarian
12%

Question 2: What, if pressed, is your favorite aspect of spanking play?

The fantasy.                                                                          21%
The nervous anticipation prior to spanking activity.           24%
The  aspects of scolding and embarrassment.                      15%
The sound.                                                                              3%
Physical power exchange.                                                    15%
The post-play adrenaline rush.                                               6%
Sadism/Masochism                                                                 6%
Other                                                                                     10%




Question 3: When do you think about spanking?



Rarely                   2%
Weekly          12%
Daily                 38%
Several times a day 46%




Question 4: Where has your spanking play most often taken place?

Home                             62%
Playmate’s home             10%
Professional playspace         20%
Party/Gathering                  2%
Other                             6%




Question 5: Why do you participate in spanking?

It’s fun.                                     36%
It’s sexy.                                    43%
It’s cathartic.                                 33%
I don’t know. I just can’t stop.         36%


(People may select more than one checkbox, so percentages may add up to more than 100%.)




Question 6: How many different forms does your spanking play take?

Foreplay                                                            51%
Discipline for minor misdeeds.                          51%
Maintenance spankings.                                         41%
Heavy punishment for severe infractions.                 37%
Domestic Discipline                                           54%
Behavior modification                                         38%
Spiritual growth                                                                 12%
Regression                                                   16%
Strictly for fun.                                                   44%
Other                                                              9%


(People may select more than one checkbox, so percentages may add up to more than 100%.)

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New look for my blog



Readers,


I’ve changed the color scheme of the blog somewhat after having received several emails about the difficulty of reading light print on the previous dark-colored background. 


Also, the former drop-down menus for spanking stories and other content are listed on the right-hand side of the blog sidebar as individual links again, since the drop-downs didn’t work with all browsers.


The links for my Clips4Sale and Spanking Library studios have been replaced by a link to my new video website, www.DanaKaneSpanks.com. (Video updates will be posted to the blog once a week, when applicable, on Sunday.)


I hope that these changes make the blog easier to read and navigate, and that you’ll continue to send your suggestions to me – either via the comment box below, or at danakanespanks@gmail.com

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VBB and WW go to Spanking Court (lots of preview photos!)



Readers,
Spanking Court recently had the immense pleasure of hosting the case of the VBB vs. Isabella (The WW) and Dana Kane. The VBB brought many trumped-up chages against his Wonderful Wife and I, but (naturally) he did not prevail. They’ve been nice enough to send along their thoughs on the weekend below, and the preview photos are courtesy of SpankingCourt.com.     – Dana

                 

  OFF TO SPANKING COURT WE GO!
The Adventure of TheVBB, The Wonderful Wife and the Court Bailiff

The Alarm went off at 4:00 A.M. usually we turn over and hit the snooze button when the alarm goes off. But today was different; even though it was O Dark Thirty in the Morning we excitedly jumped out of bed. The day we waited for so long had finally arrived; we were finally heading to Spanking Court (SC)! We had discussed the possibility of going to SC amongst ourselves a number of times although never in a serious manner. I made a few passing comments to Dana in person and through Email that maybe we should take a trip to Spanking Court. Again we never had a serious discussion about actually going to Spanking Court, until I came up with the idea of taking Dana and Isabella to court on a number of trumped up charges. We began to seriously discuss the possibility of actually going to Spanking Court. Dana gave us the contact information for Spanking Court and I sent an introductory email, which eventually led to this day, the day we left for Spanking Court. We left *** at 7:30 A.M. flew to Los Angeles made an unexpected plane change and flew to NorCal. Through the magic of time change we made the 5 ½ flight time in 2 ½ hours. We arrived at NorCal around 10:00 A.M., found a shuttle bus, which took us to our resort and we were lucky enough to check in early. To make the day pass a bit faster we stopped for lunch and then watched the new Avenger movie that came out on May 4th. It was a great movie and a there was a scene where Loki and the Hulk were fighting and Loki yelled at the Hulk and said “That’s Enough I’m a god I will not be bullied” in which the Hulk replied by picking Loki up and slamming him from side to side into the ground. While it was a funny scene what made it more hilarious was it reminded me of Dana’s famous “Bitch Slap” technique. Which she uses when my mouth gets me into trouble. The “Bitch Slap” technique is simply spanking each flank one after another as fast and as hard as she can. Dana is well versed in the use of the “Bitch Slap.” I would cautioned anyone to carefully consider her ability to wield the Bitch Slap before making uncontrolled bratty comments. It is the one technique that Dana and Isabella use that will always get me to cry out for mercy. After the movie we went back to the hotel, ate some dinner and had a restless night waiting for the excitement of the following day.

It seemed like 7:00 A.M was never going to come, I had been awake since 4:00 A.M. either staring at the ceiling or absently surfing the net on my iPad. By 6:00 we were up, showered, dressed, ate and still had to wait for another hour or so for Cali to pick us up at the resort. Finally a little after 8:30, Cali arrived to pick us up. As we meet for the very first time she greeted us as though we were already good friends. The drive to the studio took about 40 minutes, which gave us time to talk and get to know Cali better. She told us what to expect throughout the day. By the time we arrived we were both relaxed and feeling very positive about our upcoming adventure. Although we were excited, we were still a bit anxious, but all that quickly faded as we opened the door to the apartment and saw Dana, the Court Disciplinarian, Judge Spanks and a few others. Again we were greeted very warmly as though we were all long time friends. Both Isabella and myself were so impressed with how friendly everyone was, we were instantly accepted as friends and made to feel completely at home. We talked for a while as we watched the Spanking Court Volume One DVD, I was paying close attention to the defendants and mentally taking notes on what I could say during the shoot. I met Cali’s husband as he walked through the front door, we firmly shook hands as we introduced each other. A little while later he came over and asked me if I had been at Victory. It took me just a moment to process his question and I replied yes I was at Camp Victory. It did not take long to determine that we were both at Camp Victory at the same time. Out of the thousands of people at Victory he somehow recognized me six years later. I guess it was just fate that our trip to Spanking Court was meant to be.

The word was given and we headed downstairs to start shooting the scenes, which I won’t go into detail otherwise it will ruin the excitement of watching the scenes on SpankingCourt.com. What I will say is we had a blast filming our two court scenes and the three spanking scenes. I may have been a bit bratty with my emails and tweets to Dana leading up to the shoot. I have to admit that Erica Scott and others warned me that I was going to get myself into a whole lot of trouble if I kept sending bratty tweets. Which proved to be true, I knew right from the very first swat Dana gave me with the Major Pain paddle that maybe all my smart ass comments were going to come back to haunt me. I tried to play it cool after the first swat acting as though it did not hurt, I started in with my bratty comments and I quickly felt two more hard swats landing on my unprotected bare bottom. It was then I knew I was in for one long and painful day. But did I stop to think that if I kept my mouth shut the paddling would not be as hard? Yes I did, but what fun would that be. As Dana has told me before “You’re TheVBB you don’t want to disappoint people do you?” Well the more I gave bratty responses, the harder she paddled and the sorer my bottom became.





During the second Spanking scene I was a bit more contrite yet still bratty enough to continue incurring the hard paddling from Dana. By the time the second spanking scene was over I was beginning to secretly dread the upcoming third spanking scene which instead of the 150 swats I received during the first two scenes this time I was going to receive 200. That was kind of my fault as I opened my mouth to be witty and said I could easily take 200 instead of 150. Looking back on that decision it was not a very wise thing to say. While we were waiting for the lights and cameras to be set up I tried to act as though I was not worried about the upcoming scene. I asked Dana a few times if she was worried or nervous about the upcoming scene. Each time she just looked at me very calmly and said no. I don’t know if she knew how worried I was or if I was able to mask my nervousness.  Again I won’t go into detail about the last scene so as not to spoil the video for anyone. I will say though that a very long and thick “Stick” (cane) was broken and a promised made that I would not be able to sit comfortably for a week after the scene. Which oddly was actually 10 days after the scene as my bottom still carried bruises and still hurt to sit. Maybe next time I will keep my bratty comments to myself… Then again maybe not, that would just be too boring. I’ll just have to rely on Dana’s compassionate and nurturing nature to keep her from spanking me so hard next time.








As the long day was coming to a close everyone was called down to the studio where Cali’s husband presented me with one of the Major Pain paddles. I was deeply touched that I would be given such a gift especially as this was our first visit to the Court. Before we left Isabella and I sat down for an interview where we gave a short on camera history of our Domestic Discipline lifestyle. We were able to encourage others to honestly talk with their spouse about their feelings and desires. We encouraged couples that a true DD relationship takes time to develop. Our DD relationship did not happen over night, it took us about eight years to really get our DD relationship to the point where we are now. It took understanding, patience, respect and trust to develop a real and effective DD relationship. Just as our relationship has taken time to develop so has our relationship with Dana taken time to develop. While we look forward to a second exciting year with Dana, we know there is still plenty of growth and development that awaits us in the future. Both Isabella and I are hoping to spend some more time with our friends from Spanking Court. Maybe this time, Dana and Isabella will take TheVBB to court, and just maybe I might win a case. 




The entire experience was a blast, we made new friends and we both learned a lot about shooting video. I cannot close without mentioning how grateful I am to Erica Scott’s encouragement and advice she offered me over the last few months as we prepared for our shoot. I took most of her advice to heart with the exception of not cutting back on my bratty tweets, which I’m not sure were that bratty. But maybe you will just need to see for yourself by following TheVBB and Isabella on Twitter.  We would like to thank everyone at Spanking Court and to Dana for the great time we had, it was truly a pleasure to work with everyone.

TheVBB and The Wonderful Wife.

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Brand new spanking story from our UK Laureate


Another fine original spanking story from one of our favorite writers (and past story writing contest winner), UK Laureate – enjoy this well-spun tale, titled ‘Mother-in-law’s Visit’.   – Dana

*****

Mother-in-law’s visit

We’d been married a little under a year, long enough, sadly, for the initial euphoria to wear off. In truth the last few months had been tough. Rachel had become moody and withdrawn. I had a strong feeling that it was me who was upsetting her. It was clear she didn’t like my weekly night out with the boys even though this had been part of my routine both before and since I knew her. I’d also picked up a few comments about not pulling my weight around the house. So when she told me that her mother was coming to stay I had mixed feelings. On the one hand Sylvia, Mrs Johnson, was not my favourite person; on the other, it occurred to me that perhaps having her mother around and chatting to her might help Rachel cheer up and realise that it was she, not me, who was being a tad unreasonable.

On the day Mrs Johnson was due to arrive I was the butt of considerable humour from the guys at work, who, whilst sympathetic, also took great delight in reminding me of the reality of the situation. A lot of mother-in-law jokes – not exactly original but amusing nonetheless – were rolled out and that lightened my mood as I made my way home.

“Hello, Stephen,” Sylvia said somewhat coldly and in her usual formal manner. Everybody else knew me as Steve but Mrs Johnson insisted on using the name as written on my birth certificate. It had always been the case, but even so, I sensed that her manner was especially terse. Perhaps she was equally unenthusiastic about seeing me as I was to see her. However, we managed to get through dinner and the rest of the evening making uninspiring but polite small-talk.

“How was the old dragon?” my mate Tony asked me when I got to work the next day. “Didn’t eat you alive, then” he smirked. “Never mind, mate, there’s time yet for her to sort you out. She’s staying three more days yet isn’t she?”

Tony knew perfectly well how long she was staying, as I’d repeatedly bemoaned the fact of a four day visit, but he took great delight in reminding me of the fact. I didn’t realise at the time just how prophetic his words about her ‘sorting me out’ would prove to be.

That evening when I arrived home Rachel and her mother were sitting side by side on the sofa. Mrs Johnson had an especially sour look on her face and Rachel was distinctly cool. Immediately I sensed from the atmosphere that something had occurred between them. 

“I hope you two have had a nice day,” I said as cheerily as I could muster in an attempt to lighten the darkness. “What have you been up to?”

“We’ve been talking, Stephen,” Mrs Johnson replied crisply, “and I have to say I haven’t much liked what Rachel has been telling me. I’ll readily admit that I’ve always had doubts about you and whether you were a suitable husband for my daughter, and what I’ve heard today has confirmed my worst suspicions. It is clear you are an immature young man who has not begun to appreciate the responsibilities and behaviour conducive to being a good husband. Furthermore, it is clear from your selfish behaviour that you are entirely lacking in self-discipline, which I regard as highly reprehensible.”

“What?” I uttered in amazement as she paused for breath. “What’s all that about? That was quite a tirade. It’s also one-sided and unfair. There’s two sides to every story, you know.”

“How dare you answer me back,” Mrs Johnson snapped angrily. “The impertinence of that outburst simply proves how right I am. For your information, Stephen, I have heard Rachel’s side of the story and that’s quite sufficient for me. There is no reason to doubt what she has said. I’m telling you now, young man, that I will not stand by and let your self-centred and neglectful behaviour continue any longer. Rachel has had enough of it, and so have I.”

I looked at Rachel, who had sat silently during her mother’s tirade. “Come on, sweetheart, I know I’m not perfect, but you don’t believe what your mother has said, do you?”

“Actually, I’m afraid I do, Steve. I had high hopes for our marriage but the past year has been a big disappointment. I’ve tried to tell you but you haven’t seemed able to listen or understand. That’s why I needed to have a real heart-to-heart with my mother today. The fact is I simply can’t go on as we are.”

To say that her words were a disappointment to me would be an understatement. Although I knew she was unhappy, I hadn’t realised her disappointment in me had reached this level. “I’m really sorry you feel that way. I promise I’ll do better in future,” I ventured. “Now, what’s for dinner?”

There was a pregnant silence as the two women exchanged a knowing look.

“Dinner can wait, Steve,” said Rachel. “Mother has something more to say to you.”

“Indeed I have,” Mrs Johnson said firmly. “I’m not impressed by your casual promise to do better in future. In my experience these matters are not that simple. As I said before, it is clear that you are immature and lack the self-discipline required. When that is the case discipline has to be imposed by someone else – in this case, me. I know only too well from bringing up three children that when a boy – and essentially that is what you still are – misbehaves, the required course of action is that he receives a very sound spanking to make him realise the error of his ways and help pull him back in line.
Rachel and I have agreed that such a course of action is entirely appropriate for you. Get your pants down. I’m going to put you across my knee right here and now.”

“What!” I exclaimed in total amazement. “This is some kind of joke, isn’t it? Not exactly a funny one, but OK, you’ve both made your point. C’mon, Rachel, you and I can talk about this later.”

“Yes, we will talk about it later,” Rachel replied quietly, “but what mother said is not a joke, and I’m quite certain you will find you have nothing to laugh at. Do as mother says.”

I stood, gob-smacked, for several seconds, looking at Rachel and her mother. “Hurry up, Stephen,” Mrs Johnson rapped, “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

My mind now was becoming frozen with confusion. I could hardly believe it but it did seem as though both Rachel and her mother were deadly serious, that they had agreed that I should be spanked by my mother-in-law as though I were a naughty child. But the fact was, even as a child, I had never had a spanking. I knew of it happening to other kids, but it was not something my parents believed in. Now here I was, a grown man, facing the prospect of a bottom-warmer. It all seemed quite surreal.

“On second thoughts,” said Mrs Johnson, interrupting my wandering brain, “we won’t just have your pants down, we’ll have you stripped off entirely. Come along, get undressed.”

At last it dawned on me that there was no escape. The stern look on both women’s faces and the authoritarian tone of Mrs Johnson’s voice made it clear that my only choice was to submit to their wishes. Nervously, tentatively, I undid my belt and slowly removed my clothes until I was standing naked in front of them, feeling stupid and humiliated.

“That’s better,” said Mrs Johnson, “now, over my knee.” Before I had time to resist she grabbed my manhood roughly and pulled me towards her.

Helpless and shocked I arranged myself across her lap somewhat ungracefully.  Actually, while my body was draped across Mrs Johnson, my head was in Rachel’s lap, and I felt her put her hands on my head, holding it down firmly.

There was a moment’s pause and then… slap! I felt Mrs Johnson’s hand land sharply on my butt. But barely had I time to register the fact when another meaty smack landed. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The blows continued to rain down in quick succession.

The first few were not too bad, though it was clear Mrs Johnson had a hard hand and, as she had admitted earlier, was well practised in spanking boys’ backsides. Mostly the blows alternated, first the right cheek, then the left, but on other occasions she concentrated on walloping the same spot several times over, which caused the pain to rise more quickly.

She continued to smack briskly and as she continued it seemed as though the blows were landing with greater power. I could feel the heat in my butt and the smacks were becoming ever more painful. I had long lost count of how many she had given, concentrating solely on dealing with the pain. Every now and then she paused for a while and I thought she was finished, only for her to begin again with renewed gusto.

How long this went on I have no idea. Time seemed irrelevant. I was conscious only of my vulnerability as I lay with my wife holding my head while her mother walloped my bottom. In many ways it still felt surreal, but the increasing pain in my backside made it only too real!

Finally the spanking ended, and I heard Mrs Johnson telling me to get up. In a semi-daze I stumbled to my feet, covering my nakedness with one hand while using the other to rub my butt.

“Hands on your head,” Mrs Johnson bellowed. “If you rub your bottom any more I shall have you back over my knee for a second dose.”

By now my will to do anything other than she commanded had entirely gone, and without further thought I obeyed her instruction.

Then it was Rachel issuing the instructions. “Go and stand in the corner, Steve, where you will stay for the next half-hour or so while I get dinner. And keep your hands on your head. Mother will be staying in the room to make sure that you do. You can use the time to think about the error of your ways and what you need to do to save our marriage.”

During the rest of the evening nothing more was said about my behaviour. Rachel was still a bit cool, in a reserved sort of way, but somehow she seemed more confident and assured. When we went to bed, the first time we had had on our own, I tried speaking about the earlier events but she said it was too soon to discuss matters, put the light out and turned away from me.

Needless to say, when the mother-in-law comments and jokes were made at work the next day, I tried to ignore them as much as I could. It was just as well my mates didn’t know the truth – and I certainly wasn’t going to tell them! The shock of what had happened was still very much with me, and I couldn’t help wondering how things would pan out during the remainder of Mrs Johnson’s visit, and beyond.

In the event the evenings of days three and four passed fairly normally. Rachel was definitely more cheerful and even her mother’s demeanour and attitude towards me was somewhat lighter. I breathed a sigh of relief as I went to bed on day four, knowing that Mrs Johnson was returning home the next morning. Then another surprise happened.

Rachel waited until I had undressed, then told me that her mother wanted a word and disappeared out of the room. Next moment, in walked Mrs Johnson. To my amazement she was wearing a black cami-basque with suspenders and stockings. Not only had I never seen her in such attire, of course, but also it was suddenly apparent that she was – or could be – a highly attractive woman! The confusion caused by this revelation was quickly increased as I noticed she was carrying a hairbrush and two small paddles.

It seemed she had noticed the look of appreciation on my face at her attire. “Don’t get any silly ideas, Stephen,” she said firmly, “I’m certainly not here for a romantic assignation. Perish the very thought! No, what I am here for is to give you another spanking. As you know I’m going home tomorrow, and I want to be sure that my message about changing your ways has been thoroughly comprehended – though of course I can always return if that proves not to be the case. For more severe spankings I have always found the hairbrush and paddle to be rather effective, so it occurred to me I should give you a foretaste of what is in store if it should be necessary for me to visit you again for further instruction. I want you to kneel on the bed on all fours.” She placed the two paddles on the bedside cupboard, keeping hold of the hairbrush.

The experience of earlier in the week had taught me it was pointless to argue. Meekly I positioned myself as instructed. Standing at the side of the bed she proceeded to pummel my backside, counting aloud as she did so. Thirty-six was reached in double-quick, but very painful, time. 

Glancing to the side I saw her put down the hairbrush and pick up the small wooden paddle. Without further ado or any words being spoken, another thirty-six swats landed on my increasingly sore butt. By halfway through I was unable to absorb the pain without uttering grunts and some louder ‘aaghs’ and it was a huge relief when the allotted number was complete. But I was pretty certain that the third implement, a larger leather paddle, had not been brought simply for show – and I was not wrong. She picked it up and walked to the other side of the bed. Turning my head I watched as she knelt on the bed beside me.

“That’s better, I think I can spank a bit harder this way round. And this time you will count aloud. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mrs Johnson, quite clear,” I found myself saying.

Thwack! Her words about swatting harder had been no understatement. The force of the stroke and the intense pain it produced took me quite by surprise and I emitted a loud yell. In the shock of the moment I quite forgot what she had said about counting aloud.

She waited a few seconds before speaking. “Very well, since you cannot obey simple instructions, I shall start again. And be warned, every time you forget, I will begin again from the start.

Thwack! Another vicious swat landed, equally as painful as the first, but this time I was more ready for it. “One”, I said loudly.

Thwack! “Two”. Thwack! “Three”. Thwack! “Four”.

Despite what she thought of my behaviour, I’m not stupid and I can count to ten and beyond without any trouble. Or so I thought. When number ten landed on what I’m sure was the exactly same spot as numbers eight and nine, the pain was acute and I cried out, conscious only of how much my butt was hurting. Several seconds went by as I tried to deal with the pain.

“Very well, I did warn you. We shall have to begin again.”

Oh no! As soon as she spoke I realised my mistake. “I’m sorry,” I spluttered, “that one hurt so much I forgot.”

“No excuses,” she said curtly. “Nine to be repeated. You will begin counting again after number ten.”

It was soon apparent why I was not required to count the nine again – there was no time. Whereas previously the swats had been measured, with a few seconds gap between each, this time they rained down like machine-gun fire. How I stayed in position I don’t quite know – the pain was excruciating. A brief and welcome pause indicated that the punishment for my forgetfulness had been completed. Nonetheless, I was very conscious that there were still many more swats to come.

And come they did, every one as hard as before, every one increasing the burning pain in my now very tender bottom. Somehow I remembered to announce the appropriate number, though I must admit that many were uttered in a voice that also expressed the extreme discomfort I was feeling.

“I think you may feel it worth avoiding the requirement for me to come and stay again, don’t you, Stephen,” Mrs Johnson enquired after the final swat.

“Yes, Mrs Johnson,” I replied. For once she and I were in total agreement.

I was feeling distinctly contrite when Rachel came back to the room. She grimaced as she saw the state of my backside. “Wow,” she said, “I could hear from the next room that you were getting one of mother’s extra special wallopings but that is some colour. I think perhaps I should rub some cold cream on it.”

I was grateful, if slightly surprised, for her sympathy and practical remedy. And when she had finished we had the best cuddle I had known for many months. The warmth of her affection matched the warmth in my butt. 

“From now on we begin again,” she said softly. “Let’s make sure I don’t have to ask mother to come and stay again.”

UKL – 2012




This story was inspired by these photos I found on the net (sircane.tumblr.com):


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New DanaKaneSpanks.com website



Readers,


I have been actively posting to this blog for well over a year now, and it has been a real eye-opening experience. Many cool and wonderful people have passed through, leaving comments, words of wisdom, and pieces of their imaginations on the pages here.


In recent weeks, and since the inclusion of premium spanking videos to my repertoire, a large portion of my blog has been filled with preview photos, videos, and links to said premium content. 


Since it has never been my intention that this blog serve as a ‘shopping cart’, I have decided to build a separate, non-members website on which I may advertise downloadable spanking videos, DVD’s, and other products, so that my blogsite can remain more focused on the general discussion of spanking and discipline play, contests, Conversations, and the like.


New premium videos and DVD’s will still receive a short weekly mention on my blog, with links to the new site – and readers may choose whether or not to click over and view the scene descriptions, screenshots, previews, and buy links. Other interesting features like ‘Meet the Models’ and the chance to become one yourself are included, as well as links to other quality sites. You’ll be able to order custom videos, and build your own Dana Kane spanking video DVD’s, too.


Free videos, like the Product Testing series, Tips for Tops, and other planned fun projects, will still be available here, updated just as regularly as always, along with stories, surveys, and all the rest.


The new website is located at: HERE. Please do let me know what you think – but be gentle, as I’ve quite literally learned each step as I went along, and am pretty darned proud of the site thus far. (You can also subscribe to email updates from DanaKaneSpanks.com, by clicking the RSS feed button at the bottom of the Homepage.)


– Dana

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Conversations with Spankos: Chapter Eight



Readers,


I have received a number of age-play requests and comments of late, which is likely directly related to my posting blogs and videos (both in my studio and with Dreams of Spanking). While these conversations concern everything from role-play scenarios to childhood memories to issues of accountability, the similarity which I notice among most of them is regression


We have discussed regression previously in the context of of age-play, but I am considering now it’s wider implications relating to all disciplinary spanking play.


Consider this: Spanking is something naturally and commonly associated with our formative years; it is one of the worst forms of punishment that may be heaped upon us up until a certain age – an embarrassing and painful event. When the severity of our infractions increases, so does the severity of the spanking.
Even if we weren’t spanked at home, we watched someone else – a neighborhood friend, relative, or schoolmate suffer the fate of a spanking for something he or she had done wrong. We have all been influenced in some way by spanking, and all at an early age.


Once we reach adulthood things become much more complicated. Spankings are no longer used as a form of discipline or punishment in the adult world. Now, when we make mistakes we suffer much larger consequences. A slip-up at work may result in termination; a little misunderstanding can lead to major relationship problems; one wrong financial move and our futures are at perilous risk. 


Who wouldn’t want to return to a time when a quick spanking was just about the worst thing that could happen on any given day? This is why I am beginning to think that regression is a natural part of any discipline spanking, even those not even remotely related to age or role-play.


What else is an adult discipline spanking for, if not to hold that adult accountable for some adult action? Maybe you haven’t been sticking to your diet, so you request a spanking from your top for direction and motivation, rather than going to your doctor and confessing your non-compliance. How many of us have received spankings for tardiness, laziness, or doing naughty things when we know better? It’s safe to say that nearly all who enjoy receiving a spanking could raise a hand. As youths, if we were caught in any of those situations, that’s likely what we’d get – a good, hard spanking, and a “What were you thinking?”. As adults, repeated tardiness could result in much more dire consequences, as could numerous types of behavior termed naughty.


So we enter a fantasy world of sorts when we participate in spanking play. That forgotten memo at work won’t get you fired if you play your cards right – but you’ll likely feel a little guilty about having gotten away with it. Rather than confess to your superior and risk your job, you confess to your spanker instead, get your spanking, and feel better afterward. No harm done, and you can now get on with your day.


Most indiscretions, misdeeds, and naughty behavior are handled with spanking discipline within the world of spankos. We tops do not ask that our bottoms hold themselves to some higher adult standard which requires them to be held accountable in the real world. Accountability and redemption come through the act of receiving the spanking, and the psychological implications which go hand-in-hand with the act.




Is this not regression, if not solely in action, during every adult discipline spanking – since it’s really the most dire consequence under the circumstances?


Please do take a moment to add your comments and thoughts to the discussion by commenting in the box below.


– Dana

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F/F spanking photo preview: Introducing Sternwood Academy



Hello everyone,


Allow me a moment to introduce a new project from my friends at Alpine Sierra Studios, makers of the wonderfully irreverent SpankingCourt.com. The new video series, called ‘Sternwood Academy’, features a very strict young ladies preparatory school – and some very lovely young ladies in attendance.


I love the girls’ uniforms – traditional knee-skimming plaid skirts, worn with ribboned knee socks and black blazers. The girls are never allowed to look or behave like anything but perfectly-poised young women, but somehow usually end up with their panties hanging from hooks on the wall, anyway. Isn’t education wonderful?


Our first installment of Sternwood features:

Heather, Alex, Ela, Cali, and Cheyenne: Bad Girls

Cali Cutie (from Spanking Ms. Cali), Alex Reynolds (more photos from the shoot on Alex’s blog!), Cheyenne Jewel, Heather Michaels, and spanking newcomer Ela Darling (she proved herself to be a real champ over the course of this rigorous two day shoot). These students just cannot seem to behave themselves, in spite of the best efforts of the staff: Coach Michaels, Professor Feenix, and Ms. Kane.

Can you guess which red bottom belongs to whom?

(Yes, that’s me in the wig and long skirt.)

Cali and Ela know that they’ve pushed Ms. Kane too far this time.

Sternwood Academy will be DVD-released soon, and I’ll keep you updated here on it’s availability.


– Dana

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New Writing Contest: ‘Brief Encounter’



Readers,


Since the ‘Person, Place and Thing’ story format brings such interesting and varied entries, I’ve decided to make it the regular, bi-monthly writing contest. Each contest will vary in it’s thematics, and you’ll have ample opportunity for artistic license. 


With that said, June’s ‘Person, Place, and Thing’ contest is:


‘Brief Encounter’

Write a story about a man and woman, 




in a deserted train station, 


and add in a pair of red panties. 





All the other details are yours to imagine – just make sure you include the spanking!


You may include as many (or few) other characters as you like, and the spankings may be of any sub-genre (M/F, M/M, F/F, F/M). The contest will run throughout the month of June, and the winner will receive a spanking session with me.


Remember the rules:


– All characters must be over the age of 18. 
– Don’t plagiarize or ‘borrow’.
– No extreme profanities, or overtly sexual language.
– The winner must either claim his or her ‘prize’ in Las Vegas or in one of the other cities which I visit( see Travel). Otherwise, please enter your story as a non-contestant, so that the ‘prize’ may be awarded in a timely manner.
– Your entry means that you agree to share your story both here and on other publishing platforms. Stories will be posted/excerpted publicly, here on my blog, and promoted through other social media outlets.


Have fun writing, and good luck!


– Dana

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F/M Spanking Story: ‘Well, if you think that’s embarrasing’



‘Well, if you think that’s embarrassing’ is a fun spanking entry to the ‘Person, Place, and Thing’  Spring Break writing contest. Poor Andrew…
– Dana


  Well, if you think that’s embarrassing. 

Andrew and Heather had met at freshmen orientation and had been dating ever since. Heather was a sweet and lovely girl, slightly plump with large comforting breasts and a big-ish but well shaped bottom. She had long flowing blond hair and an adorable face that was almost always smiling. Andrew was very attracted to her and the sex was great. But Heather had a real knack for embarrassing him. She called him “poopsikins” and “silly buns” in front of his friends. Naturally, this resulted in Andrew getting endless teasing from his buddies. To make matters worse, Heather had informed Andrew that he would not be going to Fort Lauderdale with his friends. Instead, they would spend a romantic spring break together at nice little bread and breakfast. As Andrew sat driving in his 1960 Ford Galaxie, a beautiful convertible his father had given him when he when off to college, he thought back to his last night with his mates before spring break. “Dude, you are so whipped. While you’re stuck with the ball and chain were gona get shit faced and score some serious poontang,” Andrew remember them saying. Just then Andrew felt Heather gently stroke his thigh. He turned his head and looked at Heather. She was smiling and her long blond hair was blowing in the wind. “What’s on your mind, cutie pie?” Heather asked. “Um, nothing” Andrew replied. 

Heather: “Slow down, sweetie, I see the B and B.”

                Andrew: “OK, fine” (muttering)

Andrew parked the convertible, Heather grabbed Andrew’s hand and they walked together into the bed and breakfast. At the front desk of the bed and breakfast, there stood a beautifully woman with short dark hair. She was wearing a low cut blouse that showed off her lovely cleavage.  Just inside the door to the B and B, Andrew let go of Heathers hand and began watching a baseball game on his I-phone. Heather walked up to the desk. “Hi, my name Heather, and that cutesypoo over by the door is my boyfriend Andrew,” Heather said proudly. “Hi there, my name is Dana, and I’m so glad you decided to stay with us. You make such a lovely couple.”  Dana replied. 

Heather: “thanks!” 

Heather (looking at Andrew): “Come on hunny bunny, get your cute little caboose over here and say hi to the nice lady.”  

Andrew reluctantly walked to the desk. 

Andrew: “Hay, what’s up? (muttering)”

Dana: “Nice to meet you Andrew.”

Heather: “So Dana, do you know what I like do to cute little buns? I like to ssshhhhmack ummm!”

(Heather gives Andrew a playful smack on his bottom)

Andrew: “Stop it. This is embarrassing.”

Heather:  “Is it? (Heather gives Andrew another smack on his bottom) Well, sweetie, you better get used to it because I LIKE to embarrass you. And if you think getting smacked on the bottom is embarrassing just wait until I SPANK your BARE BOTTOM in front of my new friend!” 

Andrew: “What!?”

Heather: “You heard what I said, now change into your birthday suit this instant.”
(Andrew hesitated only for a second. He never could say no to Heather. Andrew obediently removed all his clothes.)

Dana: “Aw, doesn’t he just have the cutest little cup cakes.”

Heather: “O I know, and now for some red frosting!”

(Heather and Dana both laugh.)

Heather (sitting down on a nearby chair): “Get your bottom over my knee.”

(Andrew did as he was told.)

SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK! SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK! SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, 

SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK! SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK! SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!

(Despite how sweet she was, Heather had no problem giving a hard spanking. Andrew’s little bottom was now bright red.)

Dana: “That looks like fun.”

Heather: “Want to give it a try?”

Dana: “Sure”

Heather: “Do you need any instructions?” 

Dana “No, I think I can handle it (winks).”

Heather: “OK sweet heart, I want you to go over to Dana and very nicely ask her to please spank your bare bottom.”

Andrew: “Dana, would you please spank my bare bottom.” 

Dana: “Sure hunny, you know what to do.”

(Andrew positioned his bottom over Dana’s knees.)

Dana: “You know Andrew, you are very lucky to have an affectionate girlfriend that cares enough about you to spank you.”

Andrew: “Yes, I know.” 

Dana “Now after each spank, I want you to repeat ‘Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants. Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants.’”

Andrew: “Yes, ma’am.”  

SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”SMACK! “Heather can smack my bottom any time she wants! Heather can spank my bottom any time she wants!”

Dana: “Now go over to Heather, apologize and thank her for spanking your bare bottom.” 

Andrew: “I’m sorry for being a brat. Thank you for spanking my bare bottom. I know I deserved it.”

Heather: “Aaaaaawwww (Heather gently rubs Andrew’s red bottom.)”

Heather: “Now thank Dana for spanking you.”

Andrew: “Thank you Dana for spanking my bare bottom. I know I deserved it.”

Dana: “Anytime sweetie.”

(Dana rubs Andrew’s left cheek while Heather rubs his right cheek.)

Heather: “Now go stand in the corner. I want your witle red tushy on display while Dana and I get to know each other.”

(Heather gives Andrew a playful smack on the bottom)

Andrew: “Thank you for smacking my bottom.”

Dana: “He’s learning!”

(Heather and Dana both laugh.)









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Naughty Bench reader entry: Hilarious!



Readers,


When I posted the photo of the Wonderful Wife’s take on the Naughty Bench, I also issued a challenge. Send me photos of your own, homemade discipline bench – the best one will receive a special gift from me. 
Well, one of my more imaginative playmates jumped right into this one. He spent what looks to be quite some time coming up with  a series of ‘punishments’ for his bench. He’s sent photos of the bench and some funny ones also of him ‘testing’ it’s efficacy (yes, he actually sat on the conch shells!). I cannot decide whether to applaud him for his industriousness or spank him for his complete silliness. Maybe both are in order.
Here are a few samples of his Naughty Bench:





I am looking forward to seeing what else you smart spankos can come up with – send your photos to danakanespanks@gmail.com.


– Dana

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Original F/M Spanking Story: ‘The First Spring Break’


Percy and Lionel get themselves in a lot of trouble in ‘The First Spring Break’, an historical look at the ‘Person, Place, and Thing’ spanking story writing contest. Enjoy!
–  Dana

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The First Spring Break


Sure, it’s all fun and games now, drinking, carousing, and generally making an ass of yourself, but in the spring of 1935 Colgate’s swim team journeyed to Fort Lauderdale to train in the country’s only Olympic sized swimming pool. This excursion was considered the start of the “spring break” tradition in the U. S.and for Lionel and Percy Abernathy it seemed like heaven on earth. Back in Hamilton ,New York there was still snow on the ground and the coeds were almost as frigid as the air. Even though they were only freshmen they were shaping up to be the shining stars of the team and they thought this would give them a bit of leeway, spending their time on sun, booze and girls instead of putting in extra time training.

“Down by the beach are where the girls are and here we are stuck at this stupid hotel with this group of losers” complained Lionel.
“We are here to train and make the school proud of us not raise a ruckus” answered Percy.
“You know you can be a real downer sometimes”
“Besides how would we get down there? It’s too far to walk and besides I want to read some of Hemingway’s ‘Farewell to Arms’ it is really neat!”

Just then Lionel happened to glance outside as a 1927 Pierce Arrow roadster pulled to the entrance and what could only be described as a ‘dandy’ jumped out, threw his keys to the attendant and demanded his car be parked by the entrance with the keys left on the dash. To Percy, this meant nothing but to Lionel this was an opportunity not to be missed! Grabbing Percy Lionel flew out the door and headed for the main entrance. All it took was for the attendant to be distracted for a second and the twins had the car started and were on their way. And what a car it was! It flew like the wind and all the young girls stared and ogled both the car and the very handsome young men. Lionel and Percy were no strangers to the charms of the opposite sex and swim practice was soon forgotten. Cruising in the Pierce Arrow, top down, they had their pick of the girls strolling along the promenade. Two young blondes caught their eye and the game was on! Falling for their charms, the young ladies were soon paired off with the twins and with the help of some rot gut whiskey the group rapidly lost their inhibitions. It was known that the brothers did get some sexual gratification by the spanking of pert young female bottoms and these two fit the bill perfectly Playful slaps quickly escalated to the girls bare bottoms being tattooed by a steady stream of hard swats. At least two of the quartet were enjoying themselves immensely. The rest of the evening events are not for publication in this narrative.

It still remained for the boys to return the car and conjure up a story for being away from the hotel. Their luck held as not a soul was in front of the hotel. They proceeded to return the car to the same spot, left the keys where they found them and headed for the back stairs. But if not for Fred Whipple they would have been home free. Fred was the hotel detective and took any misdeeds at the establishment personally. Hidden behind a royal palm he observed the two return the car and sneak off in what they hoped was a clean getaway. Fred had other plans.

. Fred had pounced on the two miscreants and before they could comprehend the situation, they were in custody. Only because Coach Williams dealt with the episode personally were the police not called

‘Guess we really screwed up this time’ blubbered Percy
‘ You can say that again boy!
Lionel remained stoic and hoping once again his athletic prowess would save the day.
All the commotion had alerted the rest of the team and the coach, not to mention the peeved owner of the Pierce Arrow who was demanding his pound of flesh.

Let’s go forward to the next day. It is the end of swim practice and the team is gathered in a circle,surrounding the naked twins. Also present were The ‘Dandy’, hotel dick, the girls and their parents. After much debate the previous evening an appropriate punishment was agreed on and accepted by the twins. The alternative would have been much worse.

In the State of Florida 16 year old girls could not consent to be spanked by college freshmen, so that explained the presence of the girls and their parents. It was also known that next to the pool was a barber shop whose proprietor was more then happy to lend his razor strop for the occasion. The agreed upon number of strokes was 50, five each from the eight swimmers, who made up the rest of the team, and the two fathers. The twins were secured on the end of the diving board in such a fashion that their bottoms were in the perfect position for the onslaught to follow.

Percy was the first to be tied in place, a look of dread spreading across his face.
‘Ready?
‘Lets begin and anyone not taking this seriously will find themselves in the same spot.’ bellowed the coach.

The first boy swung the strop for all he was worth, taking the warning seriously. A tremendous crack echoed through the pool area followed by a heart rendering cry of anguish. If anything the second swing was even harder then the first. After only two smacks Percy was already a wreck, blubbering and crying, a plea for mercy escaping from his lips. The first boy finished his five and the rest of the team followed. All gave their best. When it came time for the first father to deliver his five swats, he stopped, pondered and handed the strop to his daughter. The second father did likewise. Now Percy was already thoroughly chastised and the humiliation of a young girl strapping his behind was the final straw. Their swings were anything but weak. Percy would remember these far longer then the other 40.

Now it was time for Lionel. Strong, stoic Lionel.
‘Do your best’ he shouted.
And they did. Each swing of the strop brought curses, yelled from the top of his lungs. This time after 40 lashes, instead of the fathers, the girl’s mothers took up the strop. Any other time having a woman spank him would have been a joy but not this time. These woman were strong and Lionel would think long and hard before he let another woman at his bottom.

Sufficiently chastised the boys shambled off in shame. Their bottoms were in sorry shape. Their swimming careers were over. Their collage careers were over. Their hope for the future was over. Sadly they had to  follow in their father’s footsteps and spent the next 4 years in the coal mines before being drafted into the army. Sadly neither one returned from the war.

So as far back as anyone can remember, spanking and spring break have gone hand in hand!
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New Premium POV videos: F/M Scolding and Discipline



Here are a few preview photos from the two new POV videos available at my Clips4Sale studio.


The first, a strictly scolding POV scene titled ‘Panty Snatcher’, shows what happens when I find my new satin panties hidden on your side of the bed. A harsh lecture and threat of two hundred swats with a wooden stinger paddle should get your mind out of the gutter.





The next, titled ‘Little Boy’s Toys’ is an Age-Play, OTK POV – no male bottom visible in this scene, even during the spanking action – with scolding and an over-the-shoulder-view POV hand spanking.






To download either video, click the link below:

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Friends, Links, and Gratitude





Occasionally it’s nice to acknowledge acknowledgment. Thanks to these fellow sites and bloggers for links, mentions, and internet love:


Spanky at Bright Bottom


Mr. Marks at Secret Spanko


The Cherry Red Report


Alex in Spankingland


American Spanking Society


Yeowch 2 Spanking Blog


DWC Desires


fB’s Blog


Mistress Aimee


Spanked Hortic II


Spanking Court’s Blog




There is a lot to love about each of these linkers – take a few minutes to peruse the excellent writing and broad imaginations of these fellow spankos.


– Dana

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Marital discipline scene on Dreams of Spanking



Here are some preview shots and a link to the preview video of a fun and sexy marital discipline/age-play scene I worked on for Pandora Blake’s Dreams of Spanking website. My costar, Mike Stryker, was game enough to not only let me spank him – hard – but to allow me the honor of shaving his beard on camera. Mike’s ample young bottom was even more pink than his drop-seat pajamas, by the time I was done with him.       Enjoy!





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Original F/M and F/F spanking story, set in 1966



Readers,


Another fine entry to the ‘Person, Place, and Thing’ Spring Break story contest, this blast from the past untitled piece incorporates both F/F and F/M spankings. Enjoy!


–   Dana

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 It was the spring of 1966 and I had big plans for spring break- hot girls and cold beer.  For months Sandy and I have been planning to go to a secluded beach in Florida that was a popular spring break destination.  My sister was out of town for two weeks and I knew the combination to the lock on her garage where she kept her 1958 Pontiac convertible.  When we arrived it was everything we had expected- hot girls in bikinis and cold beer.  Back in the 1960’s if you were caught with beer in your car cops would pour it out and send you on your way.  It was the good old boys system- or so we thought.   

Sandy had a beautiful body and wasn’t afraid to show it off in a skimpy bikini and could she kiss.   If I tried to get beyond that point she would grab my hands and put them in their place.  When we got to the beach we got drop dead drunk.  What shocked me the most was the rude disrespectful behavior that the other students displayed toward the police.  Yet the police tolerated the remarks, underage drinking, smell of pot, and even being called pigs from the direction of the smell of pot.  I didn’t understand it; but, I assumed that they were concerned with not starting a riot and keeping our behavior isolated to a small beach.  

How wrong I was.  There were only three ways out of the beach and when Sandy and I left that evening there was an alcohol check point at every exit.  Here we were half wasted with open containers and beer cans all over the back seat.  Upon checking our car the police officer directed us to a parking space and ordered us into the back seat of a police car.   When the doors were closed we were locked in and Sandy was in tears.  Here we were in another state and about to be hauled into a police station for underage drinking and driving under the influence.  I immediately understood why the police tolerated so much name calling and rude behavior from the crowd- they would get the last laugh.  

The police officer got into his car and drove us past the police station for a couple of miles and turned on a long driveway to a secluded house.  The officer grabbed our arms and escorted us to the front door where we were greeted by a maid who lead us to the library and instructed the officer to wait in the hall. She had a strange smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye that was almost frightening.  

Sitting at his desk in the library was a handsome gentleman in his 50’s.  He smiled and offered Sandy and me a seat.  We both felt quite foolish in our swimming suits.   He explained that we were both in serious trouble and that the citizens of the town were perturbed with the behavior of college students during spring break but couldn’t afford to hire enough officials to deal with the problem when it was only for one week.  The jails and criminal justice system were sufficient for fifty one weeks but not for the one week that college students invaded the town.  Because of this civic leaders have come up with a three step plan.   First we will patrol the beach and note unlawful and disrespectful behavior. Second since there are only three exits from the beach we will establish checkpoints.  Students being disrespectful will have profiles sent to checkpoints and those with excessive beer or impaired will be detained.  Third there are three secluded homes where detainees will be escorted.   

One house was occupied by a couple who operated the local health club.  This couple were trim and fit and would have no trouble handling young college students.  In the second house lived a 50 year old widow who had raised five children after her husband was killed by a drunk driver.  The third house was his and his wife Dana Kane was the local elementary principal.  He said that we had a choice to make.  Either we would burden the local judicial system or agreed to voluntarily accept a no nonsense paddling from his wife.  He further explained that her school only allowed five swats but that girls never returned for a second spanking and that the boys were very unhappy little boys when they left her office.  A  few of the boys found themselves over her knee several times but were in tears, kicking, begging, and pleading long before the fifth spank.   Ms. Kane suspected that some of the boys, although they found her spankings extremely painful, had a need to be soundly spanked.  

We both agreed to be soundly spanked by Ms. Kane.    Sandy went first and Ms. Kane put her across her nylon clad legs.   The first spank went across the top of Sandy’s legs and the bottom of her bottom leaving a red strip  across the bottom of Sandy’s bikini clad bottom.  The second spank landed right in the middle of both cheeks.   The third and fourth landed on the right and left cheek respectively.  The next six peppered her bottom from the top to the bottom as she pleaded,  kicked ,  begged and cried.   When Ms. Kane left Sandy up she danced and jumped around the room holding her bright red bottom.  

I was next.  Ms. Kane put me across her nylon clad lap and told me that I would get double of what Sandy got and that I would be acting more like one of her elementary students than like a college freshman when she was finished with me.  She was right.   Sandy took her paddling better than me..   By the third spank I was pleading,  by the fifth I was kicking and begging and by the sixth I was crying.   After twenty my naked bottom was bright red and so was my face.   

To this day I thank Ms. Kane for the paddling she gave me.  While over her knee I only wanted it to end; but,  when it was over I was grateful for not going through the criminal justice system.   Ever once and awhile I for some strange reason wish that I could again relieve all of my anxiety over her knee again.

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The Wonderful Wife builds a Naughty Bench, plus a fun challenge.



Yesterday I received an email from the Wonderful Wife. She was inspired by my Naughty Bench and decided to make one of her own. As you know, the Very Bad Boy is a world-class brat, so this should come in very handy in her repertoire. I am looking forward to hearing about it’s first implementation.


She purchased a small, low bench and then dotted the surface with rounded-top decorative nails. It looks like they may even be coarsely-textured on the tops – genius!

I’d love to see your imaginations at work on other incarnations of the Naughty Bench. Find a little chair or bench, tweak it in some bottom-unfriendly manner, and send the photos along to me at danakanespanks@gmail.com. The most interesting and evil one will earn it’s builder a special prize.

–  Dana
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Spanking PSA: Bruises – Take Your Medicine



There are ways to avoid light marks associated with spanking play, and to help dissipate bruises faster.
In my experience, both Arnica (taken internally) and Vitamin K are good supplements to take prior to engaging in spanking play. Arnica gel is used by many – as well as Vitamin K oil – topically, and with good effect. Below is an article I found which gives a bit more information on supplements and vitamins. Of course, always check with your physician or pharmacist to make sure that these do not interact with any other medications you are taking.

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From eHow:


For people who bruise easily, doctors suggest taking Vitamins C, E and K and zinc to help speed up the healing process of bruises and prevent future bruising. 
Vitamin C can help with bruising because it increases collagen in the body, reduces inflammation and builds up the immune system. This vitamin may be especially helpful because of the citrus bioflavonoids and antioxidants found in citrus fruit. 
Vitamin E is important for the prevention of bruising because it aids in blood-vessel function and tissue repair. 
Vitamin K helps with blood clotting and strengthens the walls surrounding the blood vessels. People often use Vitamin K lotion and supplements to get rid of bruises quickly and to fade spider veins
Zinc is a mineral that helps prevent and dissolve bruises because it assists in the development of healthy tissue and skin and is essential to wound healing. The best sources for these nutrients are the foods we eat including fruit, leafy vegetables, whole grains and nuts. These nutrients can also be taken in supplement form.
The most common herbs suggested to prevent and treat bruises are horse chestnut, arnica and grape-seed extract. Horse chestnut treats the inflammation and swelling associated with bruises and broken capillaries as well as other vein conditions such as spider veins and varicose veins. Arnica is a homeopathic herb used to prevent bruises and relieve pain and discomfort associated with tissue injuries. Grape-seed extract has powerful antioxidant properties and makes blood capillaries stronger, resulting in less bruising.


Dr. Oz says:


You may also bruise more easily if you take coumadin, aspirin, or steroids, which all make your capillaries more fragile.  Certain herbs, especially ginkgo, ginseng and glucosamine (the “g” herbs) can make you bruise more easily too.
Also:

The propylene in pineapples can help your bruise to heal faster.
Papaya can help reduce the swelling of your bruise.




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Cold compresses help with inflammation as well as bruising. So does massage. It may be a little uncomfortable, but rubbing those strawberries and bruises out is one of the quickest ways to disperse them. Ask your partner to give you a nice next-day bottom massage, or reach back there and give one to yourself.    – Dana

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F/M Spanking Story: ‘Thomas and Della take Spring Break’

From the lovely author ‘Anthony’, an excellent spring break spanking romp. Enjoy this ‘Person, Place, and Thing’ story as much as I did!

– Dana

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Thomas and Della take Spring Break

You could safely say that over the past three months Aunt Dana had left many a lasting impression on Thomas. 

It was usually her palm leaving that impression, slapping home again and again on his bare bottom until it felt like he’d sat in roiling lava. But she was versatile and when he didn’t live up to her expectations, she punished him soundly with hairbrush and thick red leather strap alike.

It always hurt, but in a strange way he was closest to his aunt when she spanked his bare bottom with her hand. Lying across her upper legs, pressing against the hem of her dress, he dwarfed her in size, and yet there was no doubt of who held control. He was the poster child of a naughty little boy squirming without relief on his aunt’s lap.

Thomas had mastered most aspects of his life and projected a deserved confidence, but when Aunt Dana took his clean white cotton briefs down as she always did at some point in the spanking, and slid them slowly over the curve of his trembling and sore bottom, that confidence ebbed to temporary lows.

Oddly, being so vulnerable and in such close contact as she spanked him also lowered his resistance to her words. Perhaps his aunt was right after all: he could be more considerate of his wife Della. He’d spent a lot of time out of their home focusing his attention on others. 

It was right for him to feel guilty. And that sense of guilt pushed him to unspeakable acts, like arching his back while she was spanking him, to raise his bottom to meet her descending hand, offering his already tender body to her just punishment, even when she hadn’t yet ordered him to do that.

The very first time had been memorable. After Aunt Dana had finished with him at her office (“You Count to Us”) and provided him with stern instructions, he drove home, squirming the entire way. 

He remembered how Della’s lips had formed a small donut when he entered the house. He had walked directly from the garage to the kitchen and started feeling around the vicinity of the counter. It took him awhile to locate the handle that unlocked the dishwasher, but when he did, he emptied the clean dishes and promptly loaded the dirty dishes from the sink into the dishwasher.

Then, in complete silence, he walked to the corner of their living room, pushed his nose into the corner, lowered his trousers and boxers. That was the first time Della witnessed Dana’s handywork.

“I’m so proud of you for going, Thomas,” she’d said to him softly.

He was completely unprepared for what happened next. He heard her come up behind him and felt her place a hand on his shoulder. “I love you – you’ll always be my go-to man, my warrior.” Then he felt the sharp smack as Della’s palm connected with his still aching bottom and she left him in the corner with his stinging backside, pondering the day’s events.

Maybe another man would have hated Della. He had promised Della after that first time that he’d never go back to see Aunt Dana. But despite the strength of his will, Thomas was capable of self-reflection and of gradual change. So that resolution fell into the waste bin with the “play more poker” item from his New Year’s list.

He had planned a special surprise for Della for at least a month now. Della had no idea what was coming, but Thomas had mentioned his plot to Aunt Dana recently–she’d finished spanking him and was lightly massaging his sore posterior, rubbing lotion into his crimson cheeks and joking about how her hand hurt more than his backside (that would be the day!)–and she had fully approved of his plans.

When he’d pulled into their home driveway in the red convertible yesterday evening, he’d honked and honked until Della came out of the house wringing her hands, with a puzzled frown. 

“What do you think, Della? It’s a Chevrolet Caprice Classic,” he’d shouted, revving the engine. “It’s like me – they just don’t make ’em like this anymore!”

They’d talked for a bit outside, and then she’d started smiling and helped him pull their SUV out of the garage, to leave the convertible in prime parking for the night.

It had been awhile since they’d gotten away, taken some vacation. All the college kids were back from exotic trips to Cancun, Jamaica, Florida. For all the glitz and glamor of nighttime Sin City, the reality was that Della and he lived in a desert, and it got hot enough to scorch even a body that hadn’t experienced Aunt Dana’s palm magic. Why shouldn’t they have their own Spring Break? 

That night, upon his suggestion, they stole separately out of their bedroom and met for a rendevous in the spacious rear seat of the convertible. He felt young and and electric-randy. Somehow Thomas was able to dig around and find a bottle of champagne and two glass flutes in an adjacent red tool chest in the garage. They sipped that, and before long, naughtiness overcame them.

Later that night, back in their own bed, Della reached over, grabbing his hand, gently kneading his knuckles and fingers. “Thomas, you’ve been so impulsive lately. Where have you been hiding all these years, you romantic you?” She giggled. “If I’d known all it would take was a handful of old fashioned bare bottomed spankings, we’d have started yours years ago.”

“You talk too much, woman,” he said, squeezing her hand. “We need to get an early start on ‘So Cal’ and our aunt wants us to drop by before we leave.”

“She’s your aunt, not mine,” Della had responded, sticking her tongue out, then sliding softly into his dreams.

Early the next morning, after passing multiple gates, the red convertible was parked in the driveway adjacent to Aunt Dana’s lovely backyard.

Aunt Dana lived in a private community. They’d been to her house only once before, for an outside barbeque by the pool. They’d spent the evening with five other couples, close friends of Dana.  Thomas had noted to himself that many of the women seemed quite confident and capable, laughing and sharing stories, while their male counterparts sat respectfully and somewhat gingerly in the patio furniture. Am I not the only one? he had wondered.

This morning, Aunt Dana was outside the house watering plants, dressed in khaki short and a pressed white long-sleeved shirt. It was strange for Thomas to see her in this role. 

“I have something for you, dears!” She smiled happily, bringing them into her house. “Usually I’m the one receiving gifts,” she laughed. “But I’ve got a few small things for your Spring Break.”

Aunt Dana brought in coffee, and Della and Thomas sipped it in her living room, unwrapping the presents. There was a letterman jacket with “D” for Thomas, an old fashioned college sweater for Della, whose nose wrinkled briefly. “Everything for my college freshman,” Aunt Dana joked.

Finally they’d opened the two gifts that Aunt Dana had saved for last: two matching round black caps with ears.

“I understand you’ll be visiting the happiest place on earth as part of your Spring Break trip,” Aunt Dana said. “Thomas, I expect you to send your Aunt pictures.”

Aunt Dana sat looking at Della and Thomas. “I know the two of you need to leave soon,” she said. “There are only two things I’d like to leave with you.”

She turned to Thomas. “I want you to take these gifts out to the car now. I’ll be outside in ten minutes and I want to see you dressed in your letterman’s jacket. Kneel on the rear seat facing the back of that hot red sports car, with your arms over the back of the seat. Make sure your jeans are down and be prepared for a brisk goodbye spanking.”

As Thomas was gathering up the gifts to take to the Caprice, Aunt Dana started unbuttoning her long sleeves rolling them up above her elbows. Thomas watched out of the corner of his eyes as she turned to Della. A pink hairbrush with a mermaid on it had materialized on the table next to Aunt Dana and she began speaking as if Thomas wasn’t still in the room. 

“I found this toy while I was shopping for mouse hats,” she said. “Della, I know you don’t see me as an aunt of yours at this point. But we’ve made great strides with Thomas. I think I can also help provide some mentoring to you, if you let me.”

“I’m worried about Thomas,” she continued. “He seems much happier now. And better behaved! But he’s also picked up a little weight.”

Thomas watched as Della opened her mouth to speak, but Dana continued, “Don’t get me wrong – he’s still very handsome, a charming man. But losing weight and getting healthier is a team effort.”

Aunt Dana leaned forward, “I’d like to see you take more of a leadership role in helping Thomas with that goal and I’ve got just the plan to motivate you.”

Thomas left the house, stashing the gifts in the trunk of the car and slowly assuming the required position in the back seat of their convertible with his knees dimpling the leather bench seat. Something about the hairbrush had managed to look both childish and dangerous. He imagined how it might feel against the now pale, exposed skin of his bottom.

Something intruded on his nervous daydreaming. There were moans and cries, punctuated with sharp slaps, coming from the house now.

Slap! 

“Yes, yes,” he heard, “I love my man. Of course I’ll take care of him. Ow, oh, ouch. And punish him, like this, ouch ouch when he needs it.”  

Slap!

“That hurts. Oh yes, yes I plan to take responsibility for him!”

Slap!

“Oh please stop, that hurts so bad!”

Slap!

“Yes, OK, OK, yes Aunt Dana, I understand!!! Will you stop now?? Please!”

Slap!

“Aunt Dana, Aunt Dana, Aunt Dana. Yes, yes I understand!”

Thomas knew that soon his Aunt would be coming out the doorway, strolling to the convertible with a warmed-up hairbrush and ready to ignite his tingling bottom, but a grin broke out on his face.

It looks like Della and he might both might share even more in common after this morning, namely the hope for a fast trip to the west coast, devoid of potholes, and in the coming days, plenty of sunshine, diet and exercise for him. It was in her best interests too, after all.
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The DVD Learning Curve




Not every person who likes spanking videos wants to pay for an online download – some of us prefer things a bit more tangible, and others just don’t entrust our credit card numbers to an online porn site. 


I know that technology is leading us all in the direction of all-online, all the time, but I also believe that there is still a large audience for hard media. Therefore, I have decided to begin producing DVD’s of my spanking videos. As with everything, I’ll be doing all the production myself, and I’m sure that the learning process will take a few weeks, but am looking forward to being able to offer my videos in DVD format for those who are interested.


While I have done quite a bit of research already, and have much more to do, I am always interested in comments, feedback, and advice. Please feel free to comment below, or email me directly at danakanespanks@gmail.com.

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Naughty Bench, under construction

The Naughty Bench


After having seen a beautifully-carved contraption, made by one of Erica‘s playmates – and knowing my carpentry limitations – I decided that I must have something simliar, if simpler. This is what I decided upon:



A short, low bench (to be reinforced for generous bottoms), shot through with dozens of stainless steel ball bearings rising high enough off the surface to cause any sitter some serious discomfort.
This evil little non-corporal punishment will sit below the chalkboard, near a corner, where naughty bottoms will learn – one way or another.


(Many loving thanks to my favorite carpenter’s helper for lots of work on this little bench.)
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Spanking Story: Spring Break Person, Place, and Thing Contest

Here is another well-written entry to last month’s ‘Person, Place and Thing’ spanking story writing contest. Titled “Spring Break Breakdown”, you’ll enjoy the turns in this fun spanking tale.

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SPRING BREAK BREAKDOWN (FF/ff, F/M) by Rollin

The cool "Pina Colada Hour" that promised to be so much the part of each day on this vacation was rudely interrupted by the jangling telephone. Just when I was looking forward to renewing my close acquaintance with Hannah---in the bedroom.

"Your turn," said Hannah. "They've all been for you."

I winced. She was right. If it wasn't Jane, my secretary, it was someone she'd given my number to. I'd been running to catch the phone all week. Three days here but it hardly seemed like a vacation. After handling a rather intense case, I'd received a handsome bonus and had decided to renew the conversation with former lover and still current very good friend Hannah Reeves about setting up a law practice in Florida. Hannah was more than happy to meet me in Florida, but she had agreed to chaperone two college freshmen---- her sister's 18 year old daughter, Wendy, and her friend Holly at Ft Lauderdale for Spring Break. So here we all were, and I was up to my ass in estrogen with the three of them in a two bedroom condo on the beach.


As it turned out, the phone was for Hannah. "It sounds like law enforcement," I said. Hannah cocked her head and mouthed "what?" Then she took the phone.

"They what? OK, where? OK. Oh my God. Thanks." Hannah looked worried. "It's the police. Wendy and Holly are in custody."

"Custody?"

"Juvenile to be exact. The little dears were rounded up by the beach patrol. Indecency. They were wearing thong swim suits. Police hauled them to jail." Hannah looked at me with narrowed eyes. "Thong suits---what do you know about that?"

They had pleaded with Hannah to allow them to buy these thong barely-there-butt-floss bikinis. They were obviously designed to tease every available male for miles around into hormonal overload. The city had passed a new decency ordinance--just in time for Spring break, and the girls had gone out to the beach in defiance of it.
Served them right, getting arrested.

But, uh, oh. I'd let them buy the suits after Hannah had looked at them in the store and said "Absolutely not."

Both were blondes with great figures which they had been determined to show off as much as possible. They had pleaded with me after Hannah had moved off to another part of the store. I had given in and let them put it on my charge card.

Hannah looked at me with that chilling no nonsense glare. "You bought them after all, didn't you? After I'd said no."

"They promised not to wear them here," I said weakly.

"I should have known they'd try this," fumed Hannah.

"Well, they did leave wearing their one-piece suits," I offered.

"But they changed somewhere. I can't believe this," she fumed. I tried to apologize for buying them in the first place. "I'll deal with you later," she said.

"So what happens now?"

"I don't know. I have to go down there."

So we drove to the juvenile correction center. The parking lot was full. The place was a madhouse, but we were told that there would be an arraignment for a huge block of kids picked up in a sweep for a variety of youthful offenses. Hannah, who was a member of the Florida bar, was able to get us moved up on the docket. Most of the kids there were unsupervised, on their own, and had no one to plead their cases. The judge, a crusty old cracker who'd been on the bench longer than Moses motioned us back into chambers.

"Says here they got hauled in for wearin' one of them thong things," he drawled, reading the police report.

Hannah admitted only what we'd been told.

The judge leaned back in his chair and regarded us thoughtfully. "Way I see it, there's two ways this can go-one, the girls could get the mandatory Juvie treatment-locked up for three days of Spring Break week. Now that's door number one. Two--and this one you ought to think about--Juvenile Correction is going to put on a little demonstration. Right out on the beach. They're gonna show kids what can happen to 'em if they don't obey the law. We're overrun with these damn hooligans this time of year, and the county passed a new ordinance. We're damn tired of paying to incarcerate these kids.

"So now, they're going to get what us kids got in my day for such shenanigans, and that's a good paddling. Only now, the county is going to do a public demonstration and what they need are 'volunteers' for this little show. The good part is, after they're done, that's it. Case dismissed."

Hannah was in shock. So was I. In return for a guilty plea, the girls were to receive, honest to gosh, a public spanking and no incarceration.

"You want to talk to your clients about it? After all, they'll be up on that stage, wearin' those little thong suits and getting a good licking in front of their friends..."

"I can safely say they'll agree to it, judge." Hannah was actually smiling. The little madams were going to get it.

The announcement to Wendy and Holly did not go over well.

"You mean they're going to s-spank us?" asked Holly incredulously.

"In front of all those people?" Wendy was shocked to even ask.

"Well, kids it's a hell of a lot better than being locked up at Juvenile, isn't it Rob?" asked Hannah, turning my way.

"It's pretty grim in the lockup," I said.

The girls were crestfallen. They were still in the juvenile detention center wearing their thong suits (now covered by a beach skirt and jacket ensemble).

"I could call your parents and ask them what they want you to do..." ventured Hannah.

"Oh, no no," they both blurted, almost in unison, "we'll do the, uh, demonstration thing."

Hannah notified the matron, then signed some papers. Then the girls signed. The matron made a phone call and two juvenile officers showed up. Both officers were Dept of Corrections people. Both wore khaki shorts and white blouses with ties. One whose name tag read "Carla" was a tall Brunette with a thin face and short clipped hair, the other, "Fran" was a stocky blonde. Both women appeared to be in their early forties and very capable. We were to go with them in a squad car to a stage that had been set up on the beach.

The girls were silent all the way there until Wendy asked in a shaky voice, "Are you the ones who are going to...you know..."

"That's right, miss," said Carla in a clipped businesslike voice. "You are both getting a break and I want full cooperation--or else. Just think of us as your moms away from home." Both women chuckled.

The girls just slunk down in their seats, totally mortified. When we got to the staging area, a crowd had already started to gather. The stage was set up at the end of a parking lot facing the beach. It was usually used for bands and music, but Juvenile Corrections had taken it over today. On stage were a few microphones and two sturdy stools. Carla and Fran secured the girls' wrists in front of them with plastic restraints and pulled them out of the car. Another Dept of Corrections officer, a man, took the microphone on the stage. A curious crowd had begun to gather. It was mixed. There were families with kids, teenagers, and seniors who had been either sunbathing or swimming or walking on the beach, but they sensed something was in the offing and started gathering about the stage in expectation of what it might be.

The corrections guy announced that he was officer Ruiz and that what they were about to see was a sentence carried out by order of the Juvenile Court for public indecency. Couched in the announcement was a warning that the punishment they were about to see was mild compared to what juveniles might receive for other, more serious crimes. Now the crowd was very interested. The girls were frog marched by Carla and Fran, respectively, to the stage. They had been stripped of their beach shifts and were now clad only in the thong bikinis that had prompted the arrest. No wonder they were arrested. Pale, firm and full, the pair of succulent teenaged bare bottoms on display in those bikinis left nothing to the imagination. When they had climbed the stairs to the stage, they stood, each officer with a firm grip on the arm of her charge, facing the expectant audience. Officer Ruiz regarded them with a thin smile then pulled out a sheet of paper and began to read it aloud to everyone.

"By order of the Juvenile Court of Dade County, Judge Ellison presiding, Miss Holly Sanders and Miss Wendy Woods, having pleaded guilty to violation of county ordinance no. 114.675(a)(2), public indecency, both shall be publicly punished as prescribed by law."

Turning to Carla and Fran he said, "Ladies, do your duty." Holly and Wendy started to mouth protests as they were gripped more tightly and escorted over to the two sturdy stools. Almost in unison, the corrections officers sat on the stools, which were side by side and pulled the two juvenile culprits over their laps. The girls shrieked at this indignity. Their pale moons quivered as they squirmed helplessly across the laps of the stolid matrons who held them in a secure grip, learned no doubt by experience with countless other naughty teenage hoydens.

Chuckles swept through the crowd at the obvious distress of the embarrassed teenagers. The crowd now noticed that cute backsides of the two girls were practically bare save for the skimpy thongs that hid only their private girlish parts. With grim smiles the officers each produced an oval paddle. The crowd grew silent. At a signal from Officer Ruiz Carla and Fran raised the leather spankers and proceeded to smack the wriggling bottoms of the hapless teenagers. The girls screeched in indignity and pain as crisp smacks rang out, the sounds of which were effectively picked up by the stage microphones. Holly was the shorter of the two and her legs fluttered as she squirmed in vain over the determined officer's lap. Wendy's toes drummed on the floor of the stage in an attempt to alleviate the unbearable sting that had built up from repeated applications of the paddle. The cracks and thwacks of the paddles along with the shrieks and crying of the mortified girls formed a cacophony of sound that attested to the efficacy of Florida justice as the bouncing bottoms of the two girls took on the dark red hues of a bad beach sunburn. After what seemed like two or three minutes of steady spanking, both officers quit and stood up, hauling their blubbering charges to their feet.

But it wasn't over. Holly and Wendy were grabbed by waist and bent over, tucked under an arm of the officers with their red bottoms on display.

"This," intoned Officer Ruiz, "is what juveniles flaunting our ordinances can expect-only worse. For you kids out there, be forewarned."

They released the sobbing girls to Hannah and we bundled them into the car. Both teenagers were crying softly and rubbing their swollen rears.

"Ow," bleated Holly, as she tried to sit in the car, "they really spanked us hard. My butt is raw. I never got a spanking from mom that was that long or that hard."

And that was the problem, I thought.

"It was the most humiliating moment of my life," sobbed Wendy.

"It could have been worse," remarked Hannah. "You could be having fun in a cell with new friends."

"Brrr," said Holly. "If that's what you call fun, I'm out of here."

Hannah looked at me and smiled. "You girls go down to the pool--in your one piece outfits. I need to discuss something with Rob."

They left. Cooling off their little bottoms in the pool would take awhile.

Hannah looked at me and pointed at the sofa arm. "Shorts down and bend over."

"W-what?"

"You heard me," she said, first unbuckling, then pulling my own belt though my pant loops with a slithering sound. "I think 20 good licks should suffice."

"But what did I do?"

"I told you not to let them buy those suits so you share the blame," said Hannah.

There was no help for it. I had to accept my fate or I might as well pack up. I slid my shorts down and bent over the sofa arm. A cool breeze wafted in from the ocean tickling my bare behind. I was grateful the crashing sound of the waves because it masked the sound of leather cracking down on my bare bottom and my accompanying yelps. Hannah has a strong arm and each crack of that belt was deliberately placed. I "youched" and pleaded as the belt strapped my bare bottom with searing intensity. It seemed like each welt raised the heat in my seat by a factor of ten. Twenty with the belt is a lot and by the time Hannah had finished plying that strap across my bare behind twenty times, I was clutching the sofa pillows with a death grip, my eyes had watered up and it was all I could do to force myself to stay in position. Then it was over.

Hannah told me to stand and face her. "You took that well, Rob," she said, unbuttoning her own shorts and pulling off her top. "The girls are in the pool cooling off their little behinds." She smiled wickedly. "Strapping that cute boyish ass of yours gave me naughty thoughts. What say we get this vacation started right?"



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Contest Winner: ‘Person, Place, and Thing’ Story



April’s ‘Person, Place, and Thing’ story writing contest required two college freshmen, a classic convertible, and a road to anyplace. The winning entry, called “Spring Pong Break” is a funny, sexy, spanking delight, firmly covering all bases. I know you’ll enjoy it as much as I have. 


– Dana

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SPRING PONG BREAK

“Ah, life is good,” sighed Marty as he revved up the engine of his dad’s ’57 T-bird. “Bitchin, man” said Rod, his college roommate and partner-in-crime for a most promising Spring Break junket to Vegas. “Bitchin?” queried Marty. “It’s an old expression, dating back to the time of this classic vehicle that my dad has been kind enough to loan us,” responded Rod.

The car is epic, and this one has two convertible tops, one canvas and another solid one, which clamps into place. Marty opted for the canvas one since his dad had modernized the car with air-conditioning; and yes, of course, chick-hunting has better odds with a convertible. Yep, as the boys headed out to Vegas on Interstate 15, their minds were spinning one fantasy after another about what was in store for them: fun fun fun and sex sex sex sex! 

They blasted all the hottest tunes on the updated sound system, and basked in the sun. The speedometer kept creeping up and up. Then, the horrid flashing lights told them they would be paying the price for their thrills. Officer Wendelworth wasted little time in dispensing them a ticket for doing 94 in a 70. [Luckily, no drugs or alcohol were harmed from this event]. 

The 429-hp V8 BMW M6 purred its way into Delia’s heart the first time she laid eyes on it. Of course daddy would get her little girl whatever she wanted. And that’s exactly what she and Coralee planned to do for their Spring Break, as they sunned themselves on the Interstate.  Destination: Luxury Suite at the Monte Carlo Resort and Casino. What other drivers on that highway saw wasn’t just “drop dead” beauty, it was the kind of thing that makes men hand over just about anything. Skimpy shorts, with the obligatory exposure of the cheeks. Halter tops, with the creamy cleavage. Damn, these girls had it all!~ 

Uh-oh.. Remember Officer Wendelworth? He was back at it again, providing all of that revenue for the State of Nevada and ever-so-intent on devotion to duty. “Let’s have a little fun,” said Delia with an evil grin. Seeing the flashing Xmas lights in her rear view mirror she put the M6’s disc brakes to immediate use, bringing the car to such an abrupt stop that poor Wendelworth had to swerve around her to avoid a collision. Delia enjoyed an inner smile. 

Jumping out of his squad car, the Officer marched over to the Beamer. “Young lady, do you realize that by stopping that suddenly you could have caused an accident?” barked the policeman. 

“But officer, I was raised to always obey the law, and its enforcers, as diligently and swiftly as possible, especially such a good-looking man as yourself,” pouted Delia. Wendelworth remained stoic. “License, Registration..”.  He took the paperwork back to his car, trying ever-so-hard not to stare at the irresistible display of flesh that completely consumed him. Coralee dialed up Led’s “When the Levee Breaks” and the girls began gyrating to the music in the M6’s plush seats.

Unable to concentrate on anything other than his libido, Officer W again approached the fabulous machine and its scrumptious occupants. “You know, there was a time when young ladies like you would be turned over their Papa’s knee for this kind of outrageous behavior.”  

Delia found her opening. Raising up the $800 Sospiri Oriana luxury sunglasses and exposing her dark brown eyes, she began her song. “Oh officer, I so long for those good old days,” she said, her tongue running over a tiny portion of her lower lip. With that, she rolled her hips to the side, presenting her stunning left globe to the lawman. Wendelworth dropped his citation book. “Come on, daddy, give me your best shot,” cooed Delia, “Spank me!” 

Glancing around to make sure there were no witnesses, Officer Wendelworth raised his right hand, and with a swooping backhand landed a SMACK on the bronzed cheek. 

“OWIE”, yelled Delia (well, it didn’t really hurt that much, but her academy-award might be at stake).

Having got his jollies and confident he had taught one naughty young lady a lesson, the good Officer bent over to pick up his precious citation book. In the meantime, Coralee reached into her purse and handed Delia a nasty wooden hairbrush. WHACK went the hairbrush. “OUCH” went Wendelworth. 

Outraged, he said, “So now you want to add Assaulting an Officer to the charges!?” 

Delia readied herself for the coup de grace. She revitalized her red hair with the brush and lowered the sunglasses back over her bedroom eyes. “You don’t know which way to go?” sang Zep. “Oh officer, perhaps you’re not aware that among the many options offered by BMW is a video taping system customized for the M6. It’s an HD system too,” she said with a big grin. “Now you just get right back into your car like a good little boy, or momma and her hot partner gonna get some more retribution by making you an internet star.”

Officer Wendelworth hesitated, very briefly, and skedaddled back to his car. The M6 roared back onto the highway and the 2 ladies roared their laughter. And they knew this was only the beginning. 
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The bellhop at the Monte Carlo seemed a bit surprised at the heavy weight of the luggage belonging to these two athletic-looking females. Being a professional, he kept these feelings to himself and enjoyed a generous tip from Coralee as he escorted them into one of the hotel’s finest luxury suites. “Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you,” he added as he exited the room. The girls plopped onto their giant beds. Spring Break = there is a God! They thoroughly enjoyed the moment, and knew that there was much preparation necessary to ensure their success in joining the Sigma Delta Lambda Sorority. 

And the boys seemed happy enough with their Suite. It overlooked the pool and they were already checking out the hot bods. 

Sometime later, Marty and Rod sauntered down to check out the pool, which was hopping with the latest Gaga, shots by the dozens, beer bongs, and scantily clad Spring Breakers. The aromas of alcohol, suntan oils and teen sweat comingled to permeate the atmosphere — hormones raged.

They managed to find 2 lounge chairs and parked themselves there, ordered a couple beers from the juicy bar girls and began watching the show. The skimpiest of suits abounded, showing spectacular cleavage, on both sides, creamy and golden skin, bods that wouldn’t quit, conditioned from booty camp workouts and/or just from mother nature. It was a smorgasbord, fersure! 

After a few minutes, the boys attention became affixed to a couple of the hottest of the hotties playing ping pong — Coralee and Delia! After a brief discussion, and a big chug of beer, Rod and Marty mustered up the courage and approached the table tennis table. “Hi girls, how’s it goin’,” asks Rod (not exactly his best line). “Bitchin’,” says Delia, with another swing and a miss. “That’s the 5th one you couldn’t even get your paddle on,” announces Coralee. “One more wisecrack like that and this paddle’s gonna land somewhere else, wise ass,” blurts Delia. Since it’s midway in the game, the girls switch sides. As they do so, Delia lands a light-hearted, well-placed smack of the sandpaper table tennis racquet on Coralee’s lower right cheek. “Hey,” laughs the girl, who deftly pulls at Delia’s bikini top. One delicious breast is exposed in the operation and Delia quickly reorganizes her wardrobe. “Now you’re in for it!” says the poor girl. 

The game, if you can call it that, continues for about another minute. The ping pong ball occasionally lands on the table but most points are lost on the pathetic serves. Rod keeps checking out that lower right cheek, which has a slightly pinkish hue where the paddle landed. 

“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” says Marty. “How about a game of doubles, boys vs. girls?” 

“Ok, what are the stakes?” responds Delia.

“A dollar a point, 3 games?” says Rod.

“Yer on boys!” proclaims Coralee. 

The first 2 games are quite quick. The men dominate. The girls can barely touch the ball. Marty does his math (21-3; 21-2; 42-5=$37).

“I propose that we up the stakes a little here,” suggests Coralee, adjusting her bikini for the 8th time.

“Oh yeah, whadja have in mind, girls?” sez Marty. 

“How about, winners of the final game get to take the losers to their Suite and have their way with them?”

The men, too stunned for words, nod their heads in solid agreement to the terms.

“Done!” declares Delia. And with that, the girls reach into their handbags and pull out their Killerspin RTG table tennis rackets. 

“That ain’t gonna do much for ya,” chides Rod. Marty’s curiosity is perked.

The players get into position. Delia takes the ball and hand tosses it (correct professional etiquette/procedure) to commence the rally for service. Marty pokes the ball back and Coralee connects with a wide, sweeping, powerful and graceful motion creating tremendous, kinetic topspin; but instead of it hitting the table it sizzles into Rod’s flabby abbies. “OW,” screams Rod, “that really hurt!”. 

Very proud of the accuracy of her shot, Delia says “I guess you get to serve first,” suggestively. 

First serve aces Marty. Second, Rod. Third, both of them.

Boys service: Return forehand slam, backhand slam..  It’s hopeless. Little could the boys have known that Delia and Coralee are in fact table tennis champs of their college. Their utter humiliation is compounded by the fact that the only points they get are when one of the girls decides to target the body part of her choice with that nasty topspin shot. The girls smile as they admire the round, pink marks they’ve made on their men. What a game!

“Well, 21-8,” proclaims Delia, “I guess we’ve won!” The girls hug each other. The boys shake their heads — hustled on the first day. But they’re dying to know what’s in store for them. 

“Ok, guys, it’s room 32-158, at the very end of the hall. Tell the security guard ‘spring pong’, it’s the password for the luxury floor. 9pm, be prompt,” orders Coralee. 

“Yes, ma’am,” responds Rod.

“Oh. And dress just as you are now, no need to waste time,” suggests Delia. And with that, the girls pack up their racquets and head off into the sunset, hips swaying. 
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Clad in their frat sport jackets, with only their speedo swimsuits underneath, Rod and Marty head up to Club 32. The security guard asks them for the password and they both blurt out, “Spring Pong!” “It’s at the end of the hall,” says the guard, with a sly smile. 

Checking his watch to make sure it’s exactly 9 pm, Rod knocks on the door. Delia and Coralee open the door and Coralee says, “What’s with the jackets, you were told to wear only what you wore at the pool?” And with that, the girls each slide the jackets off of their men. At the same time, they slip blindfolds over their heads. 

“Oh, cool, this is gonna be nice and kinky,” says Rod. “Bitchin'” responds Marty, as the girls take them by the hand and lead them into the Luxury Suite. They hear “Black Dog,” coming out of the speakers, somewhat softly. 

The girls escort them onto something that feels somewhat like an exercycle (?). Placing their hands and feet into position on the device, the guys hear a motor and seconds later, their wrists and ankles are locked into place by metal restraints. They’re both confused, because it certainly seems as though more than just two hands are involved in this operation as their Speedo swimsuits have been quickly and deftly removed. Naked and helpless, they suddenly realize. 

Their blindfolds are then removed, and what a sight greets them. The room has been specially prepared. It’s rather dark, lit with soft red lights, something like a posh old-world brothel. Seated on several of the luxurious sofas are ten of the most gorgeous ladies imaginable, in various states of undress. Most have big grins on their stunning faces, and all look like they are going to have the time of their lives. 

Standing by Rod, Delia says, “Welcome to the world of Sigma Delta Lambda Sorority. You’re about to commence your indoctrination as Honorary Male Members” 

Marty, getting nervous enough to feel some sweat trickle down his sides, struggles to get loose from the exercycle contraption thingee, to no avail.

“Oh yes, and allow me to introduce you to this special remote-control machine, something I learned about when I read a research paper entitled, The B.A.C.O.N. Project“, said Coralee in her sexiest, scientific voice. With that, she and Delia started playing with their remotes, forcing the boys to pedal the machine, maneuvering and manipulating their naked bodies until…

“Wow, their tushies are in perfect position,” exclaimed one of the blond girls on the sofa. 

The women slowly rose from the couches, slinking around their prey.

One of them raises the volume as Led sings, “gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.”

Delia hands the two Killerspin racquets out to a couple of her Sisters. “I think, in light of your humiliating loss at the doubles match today, that you gentlemen need a lesson in table tennis history,” says Coralee (so professorial!). “These very high-end racquets are a relatively new development to the sport. They feature inverted “pimples,” in order to impart maximum spin. In order for each of you ladies to get a feel for precision targeting, we’ll put the machines on low and each of you can practice.” 

The girls wet their lips with their beverages of choice and gleefully begin their assignments. Whacking away at the bouncing male butts they notice that they’re not getting much response out of their inductees. 

“The only problem with these state-of-the-art paddles is that they’re terrible for spanking,” explains Delia. “The inverted pimples result in a cushion that has little or no sting,” she continues. And with that, she hands out an earlier style. 

“These have pimples facing outward, and will produce much more reaction.”I’d like each of you to land a half dozen swats, alternating cheeks, carefully avoiding the coccyx, targeting the ‘sit spot’, and ensuring that, after this collective paddling, our boys will not be parading their buns in Speedos at the swimming pool [Uproarious laughter!].

The girls have a field day, each of them relishing every swat. The boys start in early with their “OOOs” and “OWies” and begin to feel the wrath of the women they had viewed as pieces of meat. Now they’re the meat, the red meat!

Continuing the lecture, Coralee holds up one of the earliest paddles used in the history of the sport. It’s large, made of heavy wood. “This doesn’t work very well at the ping pong table. But it does work very well on the bare behinds of naughty college boys!” 

While Delia hands out these antiques to the curious women, Coralee stops the machine, to ensure targeting accuracy. 

Round 3: The boys are not too happy now. Their bottoms are on fire and they are fighting off tears. Worst of all, they are feeling like punished, naughty children. They wonder if it will ever end.

At just that moment, one of the blonds comes over to Rod. She releases the metal clamps and begins rubbing his wrists. “You took that really well, young man. Now it’s all over,” and with that, she gives him a big hug. At the same time, another girl, quite attracted to Marty, especially his swollen buttocks, does likewise. Both of the tawdry girls also do their very best to massage the areas of greatest soreness. 

Carole, President of the Sigma Delta Lambda Sorority, begins her announcement. “It is with great pride that I proclaim our two gentlemen, Honorary Male Members of this Sorority.” The girls cheer and laud their manly subjects. “Whatever skills they may lack at table tennis, they have more than made up for by being such wonderful sports at our favorite game!” 

Just at that moment, there’s a loud rap at the door. Uh-oh.. 

“Sister Danalea,” requests the President, “could you please take care of this?”

Danalea scurries to the door, a few words are exchanged and she ushers in a gentleman, in full uniform.

“My oh my,” says Coralee, “it’s Officer Wendelworth!” 

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Preview Video: ‘The Gambler’ F/M Spanking



I’ve caught him in a lie, and he admits that he’s been gambling. He lost two hundred dollars! 




A long, stern lecture is the only warmup in this 11+ minute video. I tell him that I have a game for him – one that he’s bound to lose.




Every roll of the dice finds another implement laid across his red and painful bottom – hairbrush, cane, big wood paddle, and several more.


There is also a POV addendum to this video, called ‘POV: Rolling the Dice’.
You’ve lost all your money in Las Vegas, and have come to me for a deserved spanking. After a lecture, you roll the dice.




Enjoy the screenshots, and the preview video below. If you’d like to download ‘The Gambler’, click the link:




Preview Video: The Gambler











PS. I’m running a couple days behind on posting the April story writing contest winner…stay tuned!

– Dana

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An Anniversary Letter from the VBB


The VBB and The Wonderful Wife’s One Year Anniversary With Ms. Dana Kane.

The elevator doors opened and we hesitantly step into the small and somewhat scary looking elevator. As the elevator slowly made its way to the third floor we left behind the lobby of the building that sat on 32nd Ave in New York City. It stopped at the third floor for what seemed like an eternity before the doors finally opened. I stood behind my wife trying to hide behind her even though I am 6’4 and she is only 5’4. As the doors opened I saw the petite figure of Ms. Dana Kane standing in front of the elevator doors. She greeted us with a huge smile and called us by name. As we exited the elevator she gave my wife a big hug, I stepped back a bit nervously looking around the reception area and the long hall way which was lined with glass cases filled with paddles, whips, canes and other implements. She looked at me and waved me over and said, “Come over here and give me a hug.” That day was intended to be the one and only session I was going to have with her. However, at the end of the session and as I was preparing to leave, Dana said she would love to one day have a session with my wife and I. 
Thus started a relationship with Dana that has progressed from the initial session to one of regular play partner, disciplinarian, confidant, mentor and a great friendship. We are now approaching a year since the first session I had with Ms. Kane. During the time we moved from New Jersey to Texas and was unsure if we would see Dana again. Not long after we arrived in Texas she made her first of many visit to her home state where we were once again reunited. During this past year our relationship has grown. The most significant event of our relationship was when I was told by my wife to contact Ms. Kane and request a punishment session from her to deal with some misbehavior I engaged in soon after arriving in Texas. The session, which was held in Austin, defined a whole new level of our relationship. She told me that day that I was now accountable to her along with my wife. That day she became my disciplinarian, not as a role-play character but as my actual disciplinarian. I am accountable to her on a monthly basis. When necessary she will assign me consequence for my actions and either have me preform the tasks or have my wife carry out some form of corporal punishment. 
Over the past year we have had eight sessions with Dana, two serious punishment sessions and six play sessions to include some individual accountability time between Dana and myself. Along the way we have had a great time as we played. To date she has broken 15 implements on me to include a 1 and a 1/4 inch solid wooden heart shaped paddle. We have engaged in battles of wills, I have sent her a number of bratty emails, which she responded to in writing and with a good spanking from time to time. Both my wife and I have discovered the joys of twitter, which has also gotten me in trouble with her a few times already. We have shot a few videos together, I have written short stories, submitted some journal entries I kept as I awaited a punishment session with Ms. Kane. We have taken a number of pictures during our playtime all of which Dana has graciously allowed to be published on her blog site. Along the way we have made new friends, Erica Scott, Angel, Bobbie Jo, Spanked Cali and the folks at Spanking Court. We exchanged comments with those who have left comments on Dana’s blog and found some wonder spanking blogs as a result of her link.
Dana lovingly refers to my wife as the Wonderful Wife, which truly describes her. She refers to me as The Very Bad Boy or The VBB. Which she claims refers to my occasional naughty behavior and to my brattiness. Although, I think it should be changed to The Very Best Boy, but she shot that suggestion down and told me she is the only one who can change my name. We look forward to another great year with Ms. Dana Kane, this month I am taking both my Wife and Dana to Spanking Court so they can answer for a number of charges I have brought against them. It should be a fun and entertaining series. We are also planning on a very special series of spanking videos later this year, which I believe everyone will find quite enjoyable. So keep an eye out later this year for more details. 
Thank you Ms. Dana for all the spankings, paddlings, whippings and strappings but not so much for the canings. Thank you for the fun playtimes, the serious punishment sessions and for the accountability time. Thank you for mentoring the Wonderful Wife and showing her how to be a true HoH. Thank you for your patience and for putting up with my bratty comments, emails and tweets. It’s all done in fun and always with respect for you and my wife. We look forward to an even greater second year as I find myself Cruisin’ for a Bruisin.

 The VBB and The Wonderful Wife
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New Free spanking video: ‘Tips for Tops: Body Language’

 

 
The second installment of ‘Tips for Tops’ finds us discussing Body Language..with a rug beater constructed of Delrin. 
 
Ouch! 
 
 
 
Watch my bottom’s bottom do a little dance, while we learn a bit about spanking safety.



– Dana

 

 

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Screenshots: New F/M video ‘Closeup OTK’

In the style of my earlier videos, a spanking ‘for the love of spanking’ – this scene is nearly seven minutes of firm, over-the-lap hand spanking. No scolding, very little dialogue, and with a fair amount of giggling and caressing – with a close angle, so that my handprints are visible on his flesh.




Sometimes, I just want to spank him..


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Dana for Senator



Welcome the first scene from my great day shooting with Miss Pandora Blake, Mike Stryker, and crew on my recent trip to London! There are lots of preview photos – and an extended preview video – available on Pandora’s Dreams of Spanking website.



In this scene, I am running for Senate (!) and Pandora and Mike are my new campaign interns. They’re not doing their jobs properly, so it is necessary for me to take a few minutes from my busy schedule to introduce them to the real requirements of their positions.



In the future, Pandora and Mike will certainly do much, much better. 




(Vote for Dana)


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Conversations with Spankos: Brutality



Readers,


What constitutes brutality, within the confines of spanking and/or corporal punishment? Is it subjective?


Conversations with Spankos: Chapter 7


I’ve seen many photos, videos, and written accounts of what could be called ‘Corporal Brutality’…extreme paddling, caning, or whipping scenes where the bottom’s bottom is reduced to smithereens. Usually, these are things which I would consider ‘brutal’. (This is not a discussion of consent, as I believe all spanking and cp-related activities should be based in consent.) I wonder..am I being judgmental? What does it matter whether the play is extra-heavy, if that is what all parties are seeking? Or is there some physical-damage-border that just shouldn’t be crossed? 


Several weeks ago, I received an email from a lovely gentleman who’d located me on the website of my friends at Caneiac.com. Following a nice introduction he explained that he’d not been disciplined in many years, and had never experienced a ‘judicial’ session. He requested that I consider helping him change that by delivering a merciless, bound punishment.


I do not often agree to scenes of this severity, for several reasons – the main one being that I am not stimulated by overt brutality. Other considerations such as health and safety of the bottom notwithstanding, it just isn’t that much fun for me to beat someone’s bottom beyond recognition. Strawberries, bruises, and deep-red cane stripes tickle me to no end, but I’m happier keeping all your blood on the inside of your body.


In this case, however, I acquiesced. There was something to the sincerity of the request..
I often tell my playmates that I can spot a spanko ‘from a mile away’ during email and conversation, and this gentleman managed to so eloquently convey his desires that I found myself happily agreeing to take him beyond anyplace he’d been before.


After securely yet comfortably binding him at four points, and with no warm up, I applied repeated heavy blows with a wicked French Martinet – which immediately broke his pale, thin skin, followed by numerous hard hits with the Naughty Stick. In most other cases, and from the condition of his bottom, I would have stopped there, but he never twitched. Never cried out. Smiled like a champion from ear to ear throughout it all, even the alcohol which I sprayed on intermittently.
So I continued.


I landed a thin, whippy rattan cane over and over and over onto his bottom and upper thighs, raising a hot, angry little welt with each impact, then followed with a much thicker cane for the final round. His bottom and thighs took dozens of hard strokes with this final cane, and were covered in radiating red-black slashes by the time I’d finished. He only screamed once.


It was intense, to say the very least. As rough as his backside looked, he was still simply beaming. I cannot describe properly the energy that was flowing at that point, but we were both immensely pleased with the experience. He has since written to say that this was one of the most amazing things he’s experienced, and I am so very grateful for that. 


Was it brutal? You betcha. 


– Dana


PS. I am always interested in reading your thoughts. Please feel free to comment below.

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Your Opinioin: POV-style videos

Readers,


In making different types of videos, I’ve found that along with doing a lot of spanking, I also enjoy recording the POV-style videos. (For those unfamiliar, POV stands for ‘point of view’ and usually feature one or more persons speaking or gesturing directly to the camera (you).)
A few men have remarked that – while they greatly enjoy receiving a spanking – they’ve really no interest in seeing another man over the female spanker’s lap. Others have commented that there’s something much more personal about the fantasy if one can put oneself, literally, in the position of the person being scolded.


In my opinion,POV-type video is excellent for scolding, threats, role-play and behavior modification-themed scenes, but I am curious what you think of the genre..


If you are a watcher of spanking and discipline videos, do you also enjoy POV-style videos? Please feel free to comment about your preferences in the box below.


– Dana

(The link below will take you to my most recent POV video, titled ‘Porn Lecture’.)
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New Free Spanking Video: Tips for Tops – Strike Zone

I have an indescribable amount of fun making the Product Testing videos, and have received much positive feedback. It’s great that so many people appreciate the humorous side of this thing we do.


In that vein, here comes Tips for Tops, a tongue-in-cheek instructional video series for my friends at  Cane-iac  – featuring their products, my bottom’s bottom, and fair doses of silliness throughout.


In the first installation – ‘Strike Zone’ – we use the Devil Braid to demonstrate where best to land blows with heavier implements. (If you ask your bottom where best to land the Devil Braid, they’ll likely answer ‘Nowhere!’)    – Dana

Tips for Tops:  Strike Zone
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Photos from new F/M video: ‘Caught Watching Porn’


‘Caught Watching Porn’


He’s supposed to be showering and getting ready for our guests, but I just caught him looking at porn on his laptop. 


We’ve been over this before, and I cannot believe that he’s stupid enough to do this now, of all times. 


A hard strapping with two evil leather implements should get his mind off his penis..at least for a few minutes.


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Spanking Court doles out F/F spanking justice


We take things seriously in Spanking Court. 

This young woman shows no remorse when she’s first led into the Sentencing Room.
But before long, the Bailiff has her feeling quite remorseful, indeed…
We’ll likely see her again, as she just doesn’t seem to be able to behave.


And just to prove that we don’t take things TOO seriously, there’s this off-video shot:
Making sure that Miss Lucky Sky feels fine between scenes.
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Preview Photos from the Dreams of Spanking video shoot



I think that these photos will attest to the fact that I had a very nice day, shooting with Pandora and Mike (along with Tricia and Jay on cameras) for her Dreams of Spanking website. I cannot wait to see the videos!


We shot several scenes, including this one – where I’m running for office (!)…





And this particularly fun sequence with Mike…





Read Pandora’s account of the shoot day, and view more preview photos on her blog, HERE.

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Thoughts on Age-play

There are many opinions and preferences when it comes to spanking play – or domestic discipline,  or corporal punishment, or however you choose to classify it – and I believe that each of us is entitled to his or her own thoughts on the practice. Some spanking enthusiasts seek out guidance, refinement, or behavior modification, while others are sexually or psychologically gratified. Every experience is different (thank goodness), and every one of us, too.


Within the arena of spanking play, many variables come into play, including gender preference, discipline style, non-corporal punishments, and role-play or fantasy fulfillment. Within those, even more variables exist, such as whether one enjoys specifics like corner time, mouth soaping, etc., or whether one prefers to regress to a previous time in life.


Regression: A return to a former or less developed state.


While many prefer their discipline play ‘straight up’, as it were,  just as many others like to experiment with role-play – allowing themselves the freedom to feel, think, or behave in a different manner than usual. Sometimes this takes the form of age play, wherein one or more participants pretend to be at an age disparate with their current years. Most often, one of us is behaving in a less mature manner, while the other takes the role of nurturer, teacher, or authority figure.


Age play isn’t everyone’s interest (no more than is caning), but for those who enjoy the fantasy, it is best described as a mini-vacation from adult responsibility. For a lot of age-players, this is not a sexual fantasy but one of innocence.


In my experience, role-play can be a truly fun and rewarding addition to spanking – especially if all participants are really invested in the fantasy. This includes age play, and the willingness to turn over ones responsibilities..even if only for a short time.


– Dana




P.S.  I am interested in your opinions, thoughts, and preferences on this subject, as always. Please share in the comment box below.

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From UK Laureate: ‘A prize spanking from Dana’ (and a photo!)

A prize spanking from Dana


I’m writing this post as a tribute and thanks to Dana following my session with her during her visit to London, and to share my experience with the readers and followers of her wonderful blog.

For the record, I discovered Dana’s blog last May and immediately sensed that I’d discovered someone special. Just how special I quickly learnt as she sent a lovely reply to my message, and invited me to send in some writings. I began entering her contests and she was kind enough to publish various stories & poems. Over the months, reading her blog and watching her videos it felt as though I was really getting to know her – her humour, generosity and genuineness just shone through. When I spoke to her by phone the day before she left for London – the first time we had spoken – she said to me that she felt she knew me already through our correspondence, echoing my own feelings. She also said she was looking forward to flipping me over her knee! The day arrived, and I set off for my appointment, both excited and a tad nervous about meeting her for real. Readers, as some of you will know already, she is even more wonderful in person.

Her kindness in awarding me the prize for my entry to her Bedtime Story contest, which finished with that play on words about Bear bottom spankings, left me in no doubt about what to expect. What an exquisite spanker she is! Not only do her smacks range from gentle to extremely hard, she covered every inch, nay, every centimetre, of my bottom with her hand. You know that advert, “reaches the parts other beers cannot reach”? Well, Dana is the spanker who reaches parts of the bottom other spankers cannot (or do not) reach! Of course all the time she was commenting, making the cute remarks that are her unique trademark, and the hands that spank were also used so skilfully to stroke, massage, soothe and tease – until she was ready to increase the heat again.

As thanks for her generosity, three of the items I gave her were a riding crop from Harrods, a Loopy Johnny from London Tanners, and a leather finger ruler from Quality Control. For US readers, Harrods is a large store in an upmarket area of London, somewhat akin to Bloomingdales in New York. I thought something from there was a suitable momento of London. I’d read some time back of her liking for London Tanners products – and for her visit to London I guess that was appropriate too!. Of course I knew that giving such gifts was dangerous, in that she’d want to try them out immediately – and that Loopy Johnny looked an evil beast! I was not wrong, on either count. The items were soon put to use on my backside, already delightfully sore from the spanking, and by the time the ruler, crop and LJ had done their work I was positively glowing. She also treated me to some swats with a small rattan rug-beater and a similar Delrin version from Cane-iac; if you’ve not felt the latter, take it from me, it’s fierce, and leaves its mark!

However, the session was not finished. In my stories and writings I’ve not made secret of the fact that the rattan cane is my particular fetish. In many ways it is the quintessential English cp instrument, so when in London …. Dana did not disappoint. She had a selection of canes with her and soon demonstrated her outstanding prowess in using them. First she used a two-rod spray-cane “for a gentle warm-up”, followed by a further warm up with a thin-ish whippy rattan. Our playtime finished with me bending over to receive a stouter rod. She acknowledged that we English were raised on “six of the best” but insisted that US people work only on the decimal system, so it was 10 strokes, spaced at varying intervals. Dana surprised and delighted me by delivering numbers 4, 5 & 6 in rapid succession, machine-gun style, something that always takes me to a higher plane. Then the final four, delivered full-force but with ample time to recover between each stroke. The ‘end result’ can be viewed below. 

Afterwards we talked a bit more until it was time for me to depart. Time goes so quickly when you’re having fun, and who could fail to have fun in Dana’s company? She told me it would amuse her to think of my sore bottom sitting on the train seat. In truth, the padded seats of the London Underground trains were quite comfortable but in central London I stopped to rest on a concrete bench-seat and definitely sat down too quickly – acute awareness of my rear-end came sharply to mind! And for the rest of the day, and beyond, I enjoyed that wonderful warm glow and the endorphin-induced high that only we spankophiles are privileged to know. It’s three days later now, I can still feel the after-effects of Dana’s hand and toys, and I still haven’t come fully down to earth.

I’m not a great lover of ‘management-speak’ but the phrase ‘win-win situation’ is just so apt for my spanking prize. I was treated to the warmest of welcomes and friendly conversation, my bottom was treated to Dana’s amazing skills, and my pleasure was all the greater because it was clear from her words and actions that Dana too was enjoying herself. That is the essence of a perfect play-session. To cap it all, this most wonderful lady also told me that she is hoping to come back to London later in the year, just as I have hopes of making it to Vegas at some future date. The thought that we can do it all again is music to my brain. Meanwhile, this chair is quite hard and I think I’ve been sitting on it a bit too long …..!

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April Contest: ‘Person, Place, and Thing’ Spanking Stories

 
Adventurous Authors, Willing Writers, and Proud Poets take note:
 
This month’s writing contest is a revisiting of a fun theme – the ‘Person, Place, and Thing’ contest.
 
You’ll write a story – a spanking story, that is – which includes the following person, place, and thing:
 
 
Two college freshmen on spring break..
 
(Your freshmen may be whatever gender you choose, of course.)
 
 
In an old convertible..
 
(What else?)
 
 
Going anywhere..
 
(Spring break is an adventure – use your imagination.)
 
Same rules as always: no sex talk, easy on the profanity, and keep everyone over the legal age. No plagiarism, please, and attention to spelling and grammar are a must. Your entry confirms that you’re willing to share your story with me and other readers, and that I may share/edit/excerpt it at my discretion, both here and elsewhere
 
Have fun with this one, I’m looking forward to reading your entries!
 
– Dana
 
Oh – did I mention that the winner will receive a free spanking session with me? Good luck,and good writing.
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Memories of London



Readers,


Two days’ rest after arriving home from London and playing the remember-when-to-sleep game, I am happy to report that I had a fantastic time – and met some truly memorable people.


Saturday turned into Sunday during my flight from McCarren to Heathrow airports, and England sprang-forward an hour while I was in the air, none of which I truly understand on a quantum level but I did manage to avoid the dreaded trans-continental jet lag somehow. Thanks to the connections of a wonderful friend, the flight was the most pleasurable I’ve had (and many of you know just how little I love air travel, so this was particularly nice). 


After checking into my apartment and getting a good night’s sleep, I hopped on the underground train on Monday morning for a short trip to meet with the lovely Pandora Blake and her crew for a fun day of spanking video. We shot several scenes, talked and laughed a lot, and I was totally charmed by Pandora and Mike, the two fantastic spankees who I had the happy task of disciplining. I’ll be tickled to see the end result – and will definitely share previews and links here when they’re available.


The rest of the week was spent between happy anticipation at meeting and playing with some long-term correspondents, and a sense of self-satisfied exhaustion.


I had the distinct pleasure of delivering a spanking prize to our UK Laureate, who is just as eloquent in person as on page, and I will be sharing his account of our meeting here later in the week. 
One of my wonderful new playmates writes his own CP blog, and has posted an account of our playtime HERE.
A couple of my playmates and I have been corresponding for over a year, and it was so nice to finally meet and ‘get my hands’ on them. 
One boy flew in from a neighboring country, and I was able to connect with a playmate from here in the States, as well. 
The role-play was some of the best I’ve experienced to date – and the conversation, too. I found that the ‘stereotype’ of the polite Brit is absolutely true, and every one of my playmates were impeccable gentlemen from start to finish. They’re a tough bunch, too, as my still-recovering left palm and shoulder can attest.
Flowers, cards, and gifts were in abundance, and I have enough bathtub reading materials to last me well into the next year. Ahh, books!
Some time well-spent with my Windsor-born friend, and a few strolls through the neighborhood were all else I could ask for – except maybe the fish and chips which, sadly, I skipped.


Another trip is most definitely in the making. Next time, maybe I’ll do some sightseeing, but the true joy for me in London was (and will continue to remain) the people. My most sincere thanks to everyone I met, for your kindness and trust. See you again soon!


– Dana


P.S. And then there was the knicker stealing gopher..

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Out for the week…stay tuned!



Readers,


I will be hopping on a very large airplane this evening for a nine-plus hour flight to London. I’ll be returning on the last day of the month, and will not likely have much free time for blogging. 


In the meantime, please enjoy re-reading some of the dozens of original spanking stories, watch a few of the free videos, and look out for the full report on my maiden spanking voyage to the UK, next week.


Very luckily, I’ll be spending a day shooting some great F/M and F/F video with Pandora Blake and her friends at DreamsofSpanking.com – watch her site for updates!


Wish me luck,
Dana

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F/F Spanking Video: A Red Bottom for My Little Angel


The eighth and final chapter in the series ‘Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother’.

Stepmommy just cannot leave poor Little Angel’s bottom alone,



so she tiptoes in after Angel has fallen asleep…



to give her a long, bizarre hand spanking.



There is no telling where this relationship will go next, 



but it’s certainly going to be painful for Angel.



I hope that you’ve enjoyed the series’ screenshots and preview videos – we had LOTS of fun making them!

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‘A Bedtime Story’ : F/M spanking fiction

This lovely story, another entry to the ‘Bedtime Story’  writing contest, is certain to tickle your spanking fancy. Enjoy!    – Dana

*****

A Bedtime Story

Philip looked up at the station clock above platform 6 of the railway station at Delft, a small town in Holland and waited patiently. How he came to be there was really quite unexpected.

He had just turned twenty, was tall and quite aristocratic-looking as the sons of well-to-do English parents often were. In fact his upbringing was quite conventional for his class; until the age of nine he had been primarily cared for by a nanny who had provided the love, education and discipline that any young boy needed and usually received from his parents. At that age, he had been sent to boarding school, the parting from his nanny was difficult but he was told to be stoic and to display ” a stiff upper lip”. As the school term progressed his yearning for her lessened and by the time the term finished and he returned to his home for the holidays, his parents were able to tell him without him being too upset that he was a big boy now with no need for a Nanny and she had consequentally left to return to her home in Holland.

Nevertheless deep down he felt a tremendous sense of loss and abandonment which was exacerbated by the fact that his parents were effectively strangers to him. Over the coming years he grew no closer to them and when at the age of 15 they divorced with his mother going to live with a racehorse trainer in Australia, he felt no further sense of loss and continued to live with his rather distant and austere father who was more pre-occupied with affairs of state rather than his son.

Philip was clever however, popular at school and, at eighteen, won a place at Cambridge University. At college, he became a member of the “Bullingham” a roudy set of upper-class youngsters who had more money than sense, who believed they were superior to others and who were frequently involved in “scrapes and capers”. In his third year at University his “capers” turned more serious; he was caught shop-lifting – a totally unneccesary activity considering his wealth but nevertheless attempted because of his arrogance and detachment from society. The police let him off  with a caution; the college authorities were less forgiving “sending him down” from University two weeks before term finished.

This presented a dilemna; it was early December but he had no wish to return home to an empty house and a distant father – infact he saw no reason to discuss the matter with him at all. However he could not stay with his friends who would be continuing at University to the end of term. But where was he to go? He was not short of money so he decided to travel to Europe and see some of the cities he had not yet visited. He first went to Naples but rapidly grew bored of the ruins and then went to Milan but again could not generate any real enthuisiasm for the city. Something seemed to be missing from within himself he mused as he sat unpacking in his hotel room in Amsterdam about a week later.

And then something unexpected happened; quite by chance at the bottom of his case was an unopened envelope. He had not noticed it before, having picked it up whilst quickly packing prior to leaving University. It contained a christmas card from his old nanny; he had received one every year but he had always ignored them but this time, with nothing much to do, he looked at it more closely. After the standard printed Christmas greeting in neat handwriting was a brief message ” To my very dear Pip, wishing you as always the best, Hannah”. He stared at the card for sometime, he realized that nobody had called him Pip since she had left and infact nobody had every wished him the “best” and certainly not “as always”. He looked at the postmark which contained the reference Delft and realized that, being in Holland, Delft could not be far away. Immediately he resolved that he would visit his old Nanny and with the determination and intellegence he possessed, tracked down her email address .

He immediately sent a note but by that time it was late evening; strangely satisfied he went to bed and slept well. Waking late in the morning, he eagerly checked his emails and was very pleasantly surprised there was a reply from her. Her note was brief and somewhat cryptic – “Pip, At last you have contacted me, meet me under the station clock in Delft railway station at 6 this evening, Hannah”.

And so that was why he was in Delft that evening.

He saw her through the crowds, he knew it was her even though he had not seen her for almost twelve years and as he first looked at her, he realized she had already recognised him and was walking directly towards him. They hugged each other with an intensity that suprised him; she hadn’t changed, her figure had stayed the same as had her face though there were the first signs of her advancing age. What had changed were her eyes – as he looked at her he could see a sadness in them but he was pleased to see that seemed to lift as they talked. She insisted that he should not stay in a hotel but should come home with her. As they walked to her apartment, they talked about their lives and he learnt that after leaving her job with his parents she had decided not to take any further Nanny positions. She had returned to Delft, married briefly and unsuccessfully and now lived alone earning a living as a translator. He in turn talked about his school and university. She asked him what brought him to Holland and surprising himself, he talked frankly about his behaviour and the episode that had resulted in his exclusion from College. He rationalized his behaviour by claiming it was common practise but realized as he explained himself that this was a hollow excuse; her only comment was “We will need to deal with this issue further”. It seemed a strange comment to make at the time but he thought no more of it.

Her apartment was small but very tidy with two bedrooms. She showed him his bedroom and immediately asked for his dirty laundry that filled his bag saying that she would be happy to deal with it. “Infact why don’t you shower and change into your pajamas, I know it’s early but then I can clean those clothes as well”. In a strange way he felt relaxed and content to do as he was told. Meanwhile she bustled around sorting out his laundry and dinner – suddenly he felt very hungry. They ate and then afterwards Hannah herself changed into her dressing gown and as they sat by the fire she had lit they talked and talked. He realized he had not felt so happy and relaxed as he felt that moment for many a year. Then, as the clock above her fireplace struck eight-thirty, Hannah said


“Well Pip, it’s time to go to your bedroom.”

“But Hannah”, Philip said laughing, I have never been to bed at this time in my entire life”

“Well that’s not strictly true is it my dear, there were a few times when I sent you to your room at eight-thirty” 

With a sudden realization Pip said, blushing as he did ” But that was then you gave me a thrashing for being naughty”

“Yes Pip, you’re right and you learnt your lesson well after each time. I think it’s time that you were thrashed again”

“Hannah, you can’t be serious”

“Pip, my darling. Don’t you see that your shop-lifting was a cry for help. You needed somebody to notice you and I am here for that. You must be accountable for your actions and, although you may not realize it, you have come to me because, deep down, you know I have always cared for you and I still do”

 
He looked at her but could not bring himself to protest. Getting up she crossed the room and taking him by the hand she led him to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. As she led him to the side of the bed he noticed, placed neatly on the blankets, a hairbrush, strap and cane. Unbeknown to him, Hannah had deposited these implements whilst she had herself absented herself to change. 
 
“Pip, you realize that I am doing this because I care about you deeply. I want you to be a fine young man, a man I can be proud of and not a foolish dilettante. I want you to realize how much you mean to me and that includes your behaviour”
 
Philip wanted to argue but couldn’t. As he listened he felt that she cared and suddenly he felt very sorry for his behaviour and felt keenly that he did not want to disappoint her
 
“Yes Hannah, I’m sorry” was all he could say.
 
“That is a start but you realize you must be punished and punished severely”
 
“Yes Hannah”
 
“Very well, take down your pajama bottoms “
“Please Hannah, no”
With that she leaned over and pulled the draw-string; his pajama bottoms fell to the ground. Without saying anything further Hannah took the back hem of the pajama jacket and lifted it up fully exposing his bottom, then rolled the jacket in itself so that it was held firmly in position. She then sat on the edge of the bed and as she did so her dressing gown fell away completely uncovering her legs. 
“Get over my knee Pip dear” Hannah said softly.
As if in a dream Pip offered no resistance and bent over, immediately feeling the warmth and closeness of her bare legs beneath him.
“What I am about to do is because I care for you deeply, it is for your own good and that to me is more important than anything else”
With that the thrashing started, it was slow and methodical and hurt Pip a lot. First by hand, Hannah spanked firmly and in a determined manner, then by strap and then by hairbrush. Any pleas to stop were hushed away with the admonishment that “I am doing this for your own good and because I care”. At times, Pip felt a need to reach out and hold her for comfort; instead of brushing his hand away, she urged him to do so with “That’s fine Pip, you can hold me tight but you must be punished” It seemed to go on forever but eventually it stopped and Hannah ordered Pip off her lap and to kneel in front of her; in that position they were eye level with each other as she sat on the bed

“You realize that I had to punish you for your own good and that what you did was quite wrong”

“Yes Hannah, I’m sorry”
“Well I’m glad you are but I am not quite finished yet” as Hannah stood up and positioned the pillow in the middle of the bed
“I think I must finish this punishment with the cane, lie on the bed with your bottom on the pillow”
Doing as he was told he felt Hannah position his pajama jacket high on his back and then he received 24 strokes, delivered hard and slowly with the request that he count them and thank her for each one as she gave them.
At last his thrashing was finished. He felt exhausted and did not move. Not looking up he felt Hannah sit on the top of the bed and gently lift his head so that it rested on her lap
“That’s right my darling, you rest. You have learnt your lesson well and I am proud of you. Let me make your bottom better” and as she lent over to apply cream to his bottom, he felt the warmth of her breasts pressing into his back; at that moment he felt a tremendous sense of closeness and togetherness, unlike any feeling he had ever experienced before and as he drifted to sleep, he could hear, in his half conscious state, her say
“Sleep well, my lovely boy, sleep well. You’re home now and I will always be here for you in your good times and bad. I loved you from the moment I saw you and will always love you – you are my boy and you always will be”


END OF STORY

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Travel, Travel, Lonely Spanko – one year later.



Readers,


Most of you know that I travel quite extensively – back and forth (and back again) across the country, spanking willing and naughty adult boys and girls.


This week alone I’ve seen Denver, Colorado, Kansas City, Missouri, Richmond, Virginia, and Charlotte, North Carolina. In every city, I encounter great and wonderful people who have the same interest/fetish/compulsion as I. To date, I’ve been lucky enough to have nothing but positive experiences with my playmates, who are – without exception – polite, gentlemanly(womanly), and truly ‘into’ spanking.


The most common lament of my spanking playmates is that ‘there aren’t many people who do what you do.’


That’s because near-constant travel isn’t always fun…
Of course, the actual SPANKING is tons of fun, and spending time talking with and getting to know my playmates is such a great bonus.
However, it’s not all spanking adventure. Four a.m. wake-ups, early flights, long trains, taxi rides, and numerous hotel check-ins begin to blend together sometimes.


It’s been exactly one year since I began traveling to cities large and small, and I have had plenty of time to weigh the benefits as well as the drawbacks.


I know that it’s not for everyone (or nearly anyone, for that matter), but, as my good friend Miss Mona Rogers would say, at the end of the day it’s worth it. 


I feel as though I am living a grand adventure of my own making, and could not possibly come up with the right combination of words to tell my playmates just how grateful I am for their friendship, playfulness, cards, cute underpants, dinners out, hilarious stories, and hand-delivered ice cold Dr.Peppers, – so I’ll just say:


Thank you all. Again, and again and again, for helping make possible this dazzlingly frenetic life that I am so very grateful to live. Maybe I’ll write a book..


With enormous gratitude (and no small measure of jetlag),
Dana

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New F/M videos: ‘Asking For It’


(POV) Asking For It:



I am trying so hard to get some work done on my computer, but you just cannot leave me alone.



Throwing paper wads, poking me, and generally being troublesome gets you scolded, and the promise of an immediate spanking.

***


‘Asking For It’



Scolding is never enough, so it’s time to take action.



Over my knee for a very hard paddling and hand spanking.



I am certain that a lesson has been learned here today.



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Bedtime Story

The ‘Bedtime Story’  contest generated a lot of creative writing, as in this untitled entry – a story within a story. Enjoy!  
–   Dana

*****



You ask the boy, “My little one, I know your bottom is burning, but other than that are you comfortable ?”  he nods yes and You start:

There was a bright and handsome prince and his mother the Queen was happy with him … most of the time.  As the prince grew older he proved to be smarter and brattier then all of his classmates.  His mother the Queen was beside herself until She noticed a beautiful horse prancing in a circle with an equally beautiful Woman holding his reigns.  The Woman put the horse through his paces and never once touched the crop She held in Her right hand.  The horses movements were graceful and one could see the pride the Woman rider took in Her horse.  When the Rider put the horse through a series of ballet movements the Queen applauded.

The prince at the same time was getting a scolding from his professors due to his lack of effort in doing his homework and in the lack of courtesy and respect to the other students, the professors and even his mother the Queen.  The prince reacted according to his normal behavior and used foul language in addressing his professors, “You are all servants and nothing more of my mother the stupid queen who hired you.  Stop lecturing me this instant.  One by one his professors left the room in anger.  One of his professors a man who was highly respected found the Queen and this Rider talking.  He knelt in front of the Queen and bowed his head.  He then did the same thing to the Lady Rider.  The Queen was impressed but when the professor told his story, the Queen became embarrassed and angry at Her sons attitude and behavior.  The Lady who had ridden the horse listened and spoke out before the Queen could act or say anything.  “Your Highness, it is apparent that Your son is in need of some strict attention.  I am sorry that it has come to this, but has Your son ever been properly spanked ?”
The Queen shook Her head no and the Lady continued, “Your Highness, if I may let Me take over the care of Your son.  Strip him of his title and assign him to Me for a period of 90 days.  At the end of that time, I will bring him back to You a changed person and a young man You can be proud of.”
The Queen thought about this and smiled grimly, “Will You break him as You broke that lovely beast ?”
The Woman laughed and said, “Your Highness more so than any beast I have come across Your son needs to and will be broken.  Harshly if necessary, I will most definitely hurt him, but I will never harm him.”

Early the next morning, the Queen was in Her royal chamber holding court.  Her son was next to Her smirking at all the common people his Mother judged.  Then the Captain of the Queens own guard approached him, grabbed his arm and took him before the Queen.  The prince threatened the Captain of the guard…who promptly drew his sword.  The prince went wide eyed seeing this and visibly went pale.  he was pulled before his Mother and forced to kneel.  The Queen spoke with a severity the boy had never heard before.  “My son, you have had every opportunity to prove your value to Myself and My kingdom.  To put it clearly, I am outraged !  I have sat here and listened as every one of your professors have come to Me, told Me what was happening and then quit.  No more My disobedient son.  As of this moment you are no longer the prince and heir to the thrown.  You will be taken from this place to a place of My choosing.  There you will be placed in the care of This woman.”

From behind the Queen a beautiful, being appeared.  The great hall gasped as She walked gracefully forward.  She gracefully curtsied to the Queen and with music in Her voice said, “Your Highness, I accept charge of Your son.”  With that the guards gagged the shocked boy and took him out of the room and out of the palace.  he was stripped of his robes, put in a simple brown tunic and thrown into a cart of hay.  The young boy was in a whirlwind of emotions when he was unceremoniously dumped in the middle of a horse stall.  The door was locked as was the top of the stall.  It was a cage he was trapped !!!

The boy was awakened well before dawn by a pail of water dumped on him from above.  he sputtered and shook his head and looked up.  he cursed at the young lady who had dumped the water on him.  She merely smiled and said nothing.  Later, She came and dropped some fruit to him from the caged top of the stall.  The boy bellowed to Her again and threatened Her with such violence that She left his sight.  The stall door was opened and the first thing that happened was that the Woman he had seen in his Mothers court approached him and viciously slapped his face.  “You will NOT talk to one of Mine like that ever again.  Should I ever hear of such, I promise you that your life will be filled with pain.  Now get out here and strip !”  The stunned boy followed this beautiful Woman out into the light and saw Her sit on a log.  he very slowly took off his very thin top and stood embarrassed in front of Her and the Lady who had given him the fruit and dumped water on him.  Without hesitation the Woman grabbed the young lad and threw him across Her lap…

Miss Dana shut the DVD player off and turned Her attention to the young student before Her.  “So,” She said, “This is the kind of material you like to view when you are supposed to be asleep ?”  The boy in front of Her was silent.  With a command of authority She said, “Answer me young man right NOW!”

Robert gasped and unable to meet Her eyes said, “Yes Miss Dana, I’m sorry.”  Dana had read through both the school handbook specifically the part where it specified different punishments that could be handed out, and the file on Robert.  She calmly pulled Her chair out from behind Her desk and sat down.  She pushed a button on Her phone and spoke with Her secretary.  Young Robert could not believe his ears.  Miss Lydia the head girl was being summoned.  Miss Dana sat silently for a full five minutes before Miss Lydia showed up.  Miss Dana finally spoke.  “Lydia, it seems that young master Robert enjoys spending his evenings watching Women give spankings and floggings to young men.”  Robert wanted to crawl in a hole.  “Lydia, I am assigning You a very special task.  Every other evening, You will escort young master Robert to Your room.  Once there he will take his clothes off and stand in the corner until You are ready for him.  He is to be placed over Your lap and severely spanked with Your hand, the hair brush I used to use on You as well as the wonderful slipper Your cousin left You.  He will then kneel in the corner, his hands on his head for a period of ten minutes.  You will then take him out of the corner and make him lie on his stomach Your bed.  You will then use the crop and the leather strap each for thirty full swats each.  This will be followed by his being placed in the diaper position.  You will then issue two dozen of the best with the senior cane.  This will go on as I said every other day for a period of three weeks.  On the days that You do not do this, You will go to his room where You Yourself will strip him and then place him over Your lap for a severe spanking.  Do You understand Lydia ?”  Lydia nodded yes.

The first night that Miss Lydia escorted Robert to Her room, She relished the opportunity to discipline Robert.  The fact of the matter was that She knew Robert really liked Her and was going to use that to Her advantage.  Robert was in tears far before he was allowed to put his clothes back on.  The next night She went to his room dressed in Her tightest fitting blouse to accentuate the feature Robert drooled over…Her breasts.  Lydia first took Her time taking his clothes off then turned Robert over Her lap and began spanking him.  For three weeks Lydia not only spanked Robert, but tormented him by dressing suggestively.  The last time Lydia spanked Robert, both of them were naked.

Early the next morning Miss Dana called Lydia and Robert to Her office.  They arrived and sat down.  Miss Dana talked with them for about thirty minutes.  She rose and turned a television monitor towards them.  On the screen was both Lydia and Robert naked and making out.  She gave them a wicked smile as She turned to them and planned Her own discipline for both of them.

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New F/F spanking video: ‘Bathtime, Interrupted’

Chapter Seven in the series ‘Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother’



After cleaning the fireplace, Angel takes a bath as Stepmother ordered. 



But there’s no escaping Stepmommy, 



as Angel finds out when the bathbrush and bubbles start flying.



Enjoy the screenshots! 



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‘Camelot’ : Original F/M Spanking Fiction



Readers,
I hope that you’re enjoying all the entries for the ‘Bedtime Story’  writing contest. More thanks to the author of ‘Camelot’, and all the others, for contributing.


–  Dana

*****




George Peabody was a very important and powerful man. Though only 27, he was CEO (mostly because of birth, not ability) of Peabody Industries, a scratch golfer, and had the most beautiful woman in town as his wife. The only problem was that George was a prick. There is no other way to put it, he was a prick! The workers at the plant despised him, other members at the country club barely tolerated him and after only 6 months of marriage his wife was ready to divorce him or worse. How do I know all this? I was that George Peabody!

The day that changed everything started out like any other day. I turned down a promotion for one of my best employees, then went to the club and made an ass of myself by drinking too much and then went to a strip club to harass the dancers. By the time I wobbled home it was almost midnight. My lovely wife was waiting for me, which was very unusual in itself and she the weirdest look on her face.

“Tonight was the last straw. Get your drunk ass in this bed! I’m going to read you a story about another man who thought he was so high and mighty and what happened to him is going to happen to you!” Which leads us to our story:


CAMELOT

Our story takes us to a place that existed long ago and far away……well not that long or that far, but you get the gist. All the realm was filled with anticipation as the new King and Queen were about to ascend the throne. King Jack and Queen Jackie were young and vibrant and brought a sense of hope to a place that had been ruled by old King Ike. It was expected that the scoundrel Tricky Dick was to be the next King but Lord Giancana and his merry men put a stop to that. But I digress. Anyway,the times were good, all were prosperous,harvests were bountiful, and King Jack had faced down the Soviet Bear from across the sea. But there was trouble brewing in Camelot……

Now King Jack was a handsome man and attracted many a glance from the maidens. His chief adviser, Prince Bobby was often known to procure the finest milk and lamb fed maidens for the king’s pleasure. The poor Queen suffered in silence not knowing what path to take. Often she was heard sobbing in her bed chambers as the King only a stone’s throw away could be heard partaking in the delight of another beautiful wench. Not even the Court Jester PrinceTeddy could bring a smile to her face…..all seemed lost.

As the days went by the King was spending more time on his escapades then in ruling the country. A war was brewing in a far off land called Nam. A beast called Inflation had become more prevalent. For the first time in his reign the people were starting to protest. The King’s reaction, he raised taxes on the already overburdened populace and had his army patrolling the countryside to quell any unrest. His kingdom was in disarray and his court was not much better. Only the countries love for the Queen kept their subjects in check. Camelot seemed to be on the edge of anarchy.

But the event that changed everything occurred during the celebration of the King’s birth. The Queen had gone to great lengths to hold an event that would be the talk of the villagers for years to come. Everyone was invited. Food and drink were in abundance. Entertainment abounded. Lords Sinatra and Martin sang. There was a jousting tournament,archery contest and pin the tail on the dragon. Hope sprung eternal. Then it happened. The most beautiful lady in the realm dared to approach the King and sing her rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’. A haze of discomfort floated over the proceedings. Not only was the Lady Marilyn attempting to serenade the King but her lack of attire led one to believe she had other plans for him as well. TMZ, the town crier, had often speculated whether the King had carnal knowledge of Lady Marilyn. It seemed so…That was the last straw for Queen Jackie. She had suffered her last humiliation at the hands of that swine. Something had to be done and with the help of the gods it would be. The Queens closest friend and confidant just happen to be the Royal Disciplinarian, Lady Ethel. Woe to the miscreant forced to the tower to endure a session at her hands. So between the two a plan was hatched. After the King passed out from too much grog, a close group of the Queen’s inner circle would snatch him from his bed, truss him up and deliver him to the tower.

As the King stirred from his stupor, he found himself bent over a bale of hay with his royal buttocks on display for all to see. Iron rings in the floor secured his arms and legs leaving him unable to move. Among the crowd watching this spectacle were all the castle staff who were often humiliated and treated like scum by the King. Also there were the King’s closest advisers and a handful of the town elders. Emotions ran high as the Queen entered the chamber. What was happening? Who is in charge?
In no uncertain terms the Queen answered all their questions and more. To continue in power, the King must submit to a thrashing at the hands of Lady Ethel. Also taxes were to be reduced and government spending held in check. A council would be formed to meet with King to air any grievances the populace might have. All the King had to do was put his X on the agreement.

What choice did he have. Had he really been that bad? Did his subjects hate him so. And what a cad he had been. Poor Queen Jackie. The X was drawn and the trashing began.

At that time the tool of choice was the cane. The sentence of choice was 50 strokes. The intensity of choice was ‘well laid on’. That is how the punishment was administered. After 25 strokes, Lady Ethel started to tire and the Queen took over. It was not any easier for the King. After each stroke, the staff would cheer and comment on their effectiveness. Any stroke not met as such was repeated. And to clarify, the same sentence was to be administered once a week until the fall harvest, many months away. The King’s throne did not get much use for many a day.

All was well in Camelot. Hope and prosperity returned. A kinder, gentler King was overseeing the kingdom with compassion and caring. Only Queen Jackie caught his eye as all the chambermaids were now men. A new group was formed in the castle called “The Secret Service” who’s only job was to prevent the ladies from accosting the King.

How does our story end? Well Lady Marilyn joined an acting troupe and went on to stardom. Lord Bobby tried to be king and had the people’s support but his life was snuffed out by an infiltrator. Teddy also tried to be king, but an indiscretion where he drove his cart into the moat ended those plans. As for the King and Queen? King Jack never really changed. He always had an eye for the ladies. Not a year later he was assassinated in an outer province, many think by Lord Giancanna at the behest of the Queen. There was no evidence, not a clue was left behind. As for the Queen, she went on to become Lady O and marry the world’s richest merchant.


“That was quite a story my dear, what does that mean for us?” The same sort of contract had been prepared for me to sign and the first 50 were administered that night. Needless to say George Peabody was a changed men. A kinder, gentler version…..people were amazed. You might think the moral of the story was even the most powerful men can get their comeuppance but to me their was a different meaning….

did I tell you my wife’s maiden name was Gotti?
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‘Cinder Angel’ : F/F spanking video


Chapter Six in the series ‘Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother’


As extra punishment for tattling, Stepmother makes Angel clean the fireplace with a toothbrush.


Sadly for Angel, nothing will make Stepmommy happy now..


Angel receives a hard leather strapping while on her hands and knees.


And Stepmommy just keeps getting crazier..









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Excellent spanking fiction: Bedtime Story contest entry

This entry to the ‘Bedtime Story’ contest is titled ‘Hansel’…enjoy!   – Dana

*****

Hansel


Once upon a time there was a young man named Hansel who lived in a village by the forest. All his life the people of the village had advised him not to go into the forest as it was well known that a wicked witch lived in there and she would enslave any young man stupid enough to go near her cottage. It was said that many young men from the village had fallen into her hands and never been seen again. Hansel was intrigued by these stories and being young and foolish and certainly not afraid of any old witch decided that he would venture into the forest and defeat her because everybody knew that witches had treasure and with her riches he would be able to marry his sweetheart, Gretel. So one morning Hansel set off into the deep dark forest. He walked for many a mile before he saw, in front of him, the cottage. Nervously he looked around but of the witch there was no sign. Screwing up his courage he crept up to the window and peered inside. There was no one in there but he could see a large chest beside the dresser. “That must be were she keeps the treasure” he thought and slipped round to the door. It wasn’t locked so he carefully sneaked in and made his way to the chest. Opening it he found not treasure but a number of wooden and leather implements the use of which he couldn’t discern. Glancing around the cottage he noticed some other unusual decorations. On one wall hung a number of canes such as the schoolmaster in the village had and on the other a carpet beater, riding crops and other items which he had no idea what they were. So intrigued was he with this he didn’t hear the door opening behind him.
“What’s this! A thief in my home” cried the witch, “I have ways of dealing with sneaky little robbers”. Hansel jumped and turned round and to his surprise saw not the wrinkled old crone he had expected but tall, beautiful woman with raven hair and flashing eyes. ” I think that thieves should be punished and punished severely” she said “Don’t you?” Hansel was bewitched immediately and knew that whatever this dazzling woman commanded he would obey. She walked over to the open chest and picked out a small wooden paddle. ” Take down your britches” she commanded and Hansel immediately complied.He was embarrassed to be standing before this goddess naked below the waist but at the same time he knew that he deserved whatever was coming. “Over my lap” said the witch and Hansel obeyed. The paddle fell upon his bare buttocks and he knew immediately that he was going to be very sore when she had finished with him. For the next ten minutes the cottage rang with the sounds of paddle meeting bottom and the cries and pitiful moans of Hansel. “Please Mistress” he cried “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again”  Eventually the witch grew tired of Hansel wriggling over her lap and commanded him to stand up. Relieved that his punishment was over Hansel did so only to find that she had other ideas. Walking over to the canes hanging on the wall she picked one and swished it menacingly. “Bend over the chair” she said and once again Hansel obeyed without question. The cane he discovered had quite a different sensation to the thwack of the paddle. Sharper and more concentrated he found himself begging for mercy within a few strokes. The witch, however, was in no mood for mercy. 24 strokes fell upon the unprotected cheeks of his bottom to an ever increasing volume of cries. Finally though she stopped “Stand up” she said “Go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head and you will stay there without a sound until I decide to let you go” Hansel shuffled over to the corner as instructed feeling very sore and very embarrassed.
His embarrassment was made worse as throughout the afternoon the witch entertained a series of visitors all of whom chuckled and made ribald comments about his bright red backside. After hours of this humiliation the witch finally let him go. Ushering him to the door with a number of smacks to his bottom she sent him on his way saying ” I hope you’ve learned your lesson but I expect I’ll be seeing you again” Hansel didn’t know why she said that as he had no intention of ever going anywhere near the cottage ever again, Still sniffling sadly he made his way back to his home.
Later that evening Hansel thought back on the events of the day “How humiliating and painful that was” he thought as he relived the whole horrible experience in his mind. “I’m certainly staying out of the woods from now on”. Strangely though 1 month later he found himself once again strolling through the forest on his way to the cottage as indeed he did regularly throughout the rest of his life. For as the villagers had known all along, the witch could indeed enchant men and make them into her willing slaves. 
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Alright, already : Boardwalk Badness



Readers,


I have a confession to make. In the past, I have been known to say things like:


“I don’t really like to attend big parties.”


And:


“I don’t do much public play.”


And the classic:


“Crowds make me crazy.”


Apparently, all those statements must now be rescinded, because I will be attending the annual 


Boardwalk Badness Weekend  in Atlantic City, April 27-29.


(As regular readers know, I was shooting for an animal charity fundraising booth this year, but time’s gotten away from me, alas.)


From everything I’ve heard and read, the Strictly Spanking folks put on one helluva party, and I am anticipating a great time. (I am also thoroughly and happily anticipating seeing my wonderful friend Erica Scott much sooner than previously expected!)




See you there!


– Dana

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Video Preview and Photos: ‘Cupcake Cornertime’ : F/F spanking




‘Cupcake Cornertime’

Chapter Five in the series ‘Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother’


Angel tattled to her father about Stepmother’s spankings, which sends Stepmommy around the bend.


She makes cupcakes ‘just for Angel’…


..then pulls her into the corner and spanks her with wooden spoons.


Poor Little Angel realizes more than ever just how dangerous her new Stepmother really is.

Video Preview:



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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

*****

‘The Wish’

The young lady stood at her window brushing her long, reddish brown hair. The stars that night were so very clear and the moon hung in the black velvet sky ever so brightly. Looking idly outside, she began to think of how she had walked on this vast planet for the past 30 years. The lady had always seemed to have everything under control and was quite the dominant factor in her outside life. She had many responsibilities but there was a secret she held from the outside world. She was so very afraid that the secret could get out that she wanted to be controlled for a change. The years of working to control everyone and everything in the world she lived in was starting to become incredibly overwhelming as of late. As she looked on the beautiful star, in fact it was the second star to the right and so very bright, she made a wish that night. She spoke it allowed hoping that some way it would be heard: 
“I wish that someone would take control and command me across their lap for a spanking. I want to have no control over the situation at all. I wish I may, I wish I might, on this star tonight that a woman will take me in hand so I can surrender this control for a change.” 
Gazing at the moon, which had a lovely shade of red in it this night, the young girl sighed sadly to herself. She shook her head and laid the wooden hairbrush on the nightstand, believing that her wish would be in vain, but at least it was spoken outwardly now. She looked at her work clothes for the next day and her name tag that had her job title on it “Manager” and ran her finger across it with a soft, disappointed smile as she made her way to her lonely queen sized bed. She laid down in her bed wearing her black shorts with a black Cami, curling up under the covers to drift off to sleep. She kicked the covers to the side because it was very warm and laid on her back. 
While the girl slept, a woman was standing outside the window. The woman was, in fact, a genie who happened to hear the girl’s wish.  She looked up and saw that the balcony doors were still opened to the bedroom. She knew why she was here on this midnight hour in front of this house. The woman was dressed in a black leather skirt, a red corset, and thigh high boots. Her deep green eyes held a bit of spirited mischief as she looked at the rose ladder with blooming deep red flowers that matched her lips. The woman had no problem scaling the ladder and stood on the balcony, looking inside the bedroom of the young lady sleeping soundly. She walked with such elegance that nothing could possibly hear her move about the room. She looked at the name badge of the girl that summoned her wish on that star and her title. “Tonight, my dear, you will not be managing anything,” she whispered with an impish grin. 
Walking over to the young girl so very quietly, she gazed at the girl’s full bottom and smirked. Raising her hand letting her hand touch the girl’s cheek and leaning forward, she whispered into the girl’s ear “Arise from your slumber, darling. I have a special gift for you.” The girl cracked an eye open and looked up to see the lady dressed in black and red. Startling her, she jumped up and crawled to the other end of the bed.  “Who are you? How did you get in here? What’s going on? Look, I don’t have anything for you to take,” the lady was very confused. 
With self-assurance, Genie stood tall and watched as the girl scampered from her. Her voice was like magic when she spoke. It was as if all the tension erased from the girl as she listened, “I am Genie and I came through your balcony that was left opened for me to fulfill your deepest, sweetest desires my girl.” She stood with her hands on her hips, giving the young lady her eye piercing gaze, rose a single finger and motioned for the girl to approach her.”Your wish did not fall on deaf ears, Michelle. You will come to me now and kneel before me.” It was like she had no control over her body as she moved forward just as Genie had commanded. She felt every bit of worry and tension washing away from her soul as she rose from the bed and walked closer to Genie. The cold hardwood floor didn’t even bother her because the only thing she wanted to do was obey this woman. Michelle made it to Genie, dropping to her knees before her in submission, and lowered her eyes whispering a soft, “Yes Ma’am.” 
The Genie circled her new bottom carefully as she took in the girl’s facial features, beautiful hair, and full frame. She spoke gently but firmly as she took the straight back armless chair from the desk and hairbrush, sitting it in the middle of the room, and put the hairbrush near her on the nightstand.
“Michelle, crawl to me now and lay across my lap like a good girl and present your bottom to me, please.” She commanded. 
With no other choice and no words spoken from the girl, Michelle leaned forward on all fours and moved to Genie in a catlike manner that made the woman smile. She crawled up and over Genie’s lap, placing her hands palm down on the floor and her tiptoes barely touched the floor as she pushed her bottom up for Genie. Genie started moving her soft hands over Michelle’s bottom in slow circles and spoke, “Yes, my dear, do not worry and do not stress. I want you to relax for me and take what I give you. You are under my control, my spell from this moment on. Do you understand me, girl?” 
Michelle nodded and whispered submissively, “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.”
Genie smiled that wonderful smile and patted Michelle’s bottom encouragingly, “Good girl.” With that, she rose her hand and began spanking Michelle over her black sleeping shorts. She took great consideration as she slowly worked her way into warming this young lady’s bottom. She moved all over the bottom presented so beautifully for her. On the sit-spots, in the center of each cheek, and then in the center of her full backside. Genie delighted in the soft moans that Michelle vocalized. She frowned as she saw Michelle clenching her pert bottom, “No, no. No clenching at all, girl. ” Michelle immediately relaxed her bottom and continued to whimper as the smacks on her backside started to become more fierce. 
Genie continued to speak in her gentle voice,” You will take exactly what I give you, Michelle. The spanking and dominance I am giving you is your wish and my gift to you. You wanted this, young lady, so you will take it.” She enunciated each word with a sharp smack to Michelle’s bottom. Stopping for a moment, Genie put her elegant fingers in the waistband of the girl’s shorts. Pulling them down slowly, she noticed that the two firm orbs had a lovely shade of pink on each of them. She made a “tsk tsk” noise as she noticed Michelle was wearing no panties. “Girl, you will have no protection for the next round of my gift to you.” Genie remarked as she grabbed the wooden hairbrush from the nightstand and let it rest on the girl’s reddened cheeks. Michelle let out a groan as she anticipated how badly this was going to hurt. She mindlessly clenched her cheeks which resulted in a firm smack and a scolding, “Young lady, I said do NOT clench. You will take 50 swats with this brush now and it will continue to grow if you don’t  obey me. Do you understand me, dear?” Nodding obediently, Michelle whispered a soft “Yes Ma’am, I am so sorry.” Genie smiled confidently,” Wonderful, my girl. Now, shall we begin? You will concentrate on not wiggling and not clenching. Just relax my darling, just relax.” Genie said as she ran her fingernails over the taunt, crimson globes. She tapped the girl’s bottom with the brush, a signal to Michelle that her wish had finally come true. She knew in her heart of hearts that there was no way out of this and she had absolutely zero say in this matter. Her only option was to lay across this strong woman’s lap and take exactly what she had coming to her. Michelle mentally braced herself as she submitted to Genie. 
The first strike came down with such velocity that it sent a chill up and down her spine. Michelle tried so hard not to clench  or wiggle. She wanted to obey and do exactly what was expected of her. Genie saw this from Michelle and continued to encourage Michelle with each and every swat that she gave the girl. As Genie rained the punishing brush down on the girl, Michelle could have sworn she heard a sweet sound coming from the woman that was overpowering her body and mind. It was like a song that she was humming and her bottom was the drum. Michelle lowered her head as she took the thirtieth swat, then the next, and then finally she got to forty. 
“I want you to count the last ten, my dear.” The Genie said as she patted Michelle’s bottom with the brush. She raised the brush and came down with a resounding smack across the target set before her. “One, Ma’am.” Michelle spoke through a quivering voice. She felt her swollen, red bottom burning under Genie’s strength. Genie simply looked on at her target with her head tilted and concentrated on the task at hand. After each punishing stroke, Michelle choked out the count and attempted to choke back the tears forming in her hazel eyes. Genie kept her arm tight around the girl’s waist as she delivered exactly what she said she would. As they approached the final stroke, Genie commented, “You know what they say about the last stroke, my sweet?” Teasing her bottom, she tapped the brush right in the very center of the two blushing cheeks. “It is most assuredly always, always the hardest of all.” And with that, Genie raised the brush high and came down directly in the center causing Michelle to jolt forward and yelp out, “Ouch!!!! Ten Ma’am!!!” Michelle laid limply over Genie’s thighs, breathing in and out deeply trying to catch her breath. Genie laid the brush down on the nightstand and inspected the girl’s bottom. It was very well punished and Genie looked pleased at her handiwork. She squeezed the once lily white cheeks. “Very good girl. You did well.” She said smoothly to the submissive girl. 
A stream of silent tears ran down Michelle’s cheek but she was smiling as she listened to this woman’s voice. “Thank you so much, Ma’am. Thank you.” The Genie smiled and rubbed small circles about the girl’s bottom. She reached over and took the lotion off the nightstand and put a healthy dose on the girl’s swollen cheeks. “You are very welcome, my girl.” 
The Genie pulled up the girl’s sleeping shorts over her swollen globes and instructed her to stand up. “Now that I have made your backside match the moon outside, I will have to leave for now.” Michelle looked up at the woman, she was stunned by the way the woman carried herself with such poise. “But, Genie, when will I see you again?” The Genie just merely smiled at Michelle and said, “Wish as you may, wish as you might, all you have to do is wish, and this Genie will be with you any night.” 
With that simple statement, Genie disappeared from Michelle’s bedroom. The girl turned around and shook her head, trying to grasp what happened. She made her way over to the chair and put it back under her desk and grazed her finger over the brush with a smile. Her bottom was very tender and she laid in the bed on her stomach. Curling up to the pillows, she drifted off into a deep and happy sleep. She whispered as sweet dreams came to kidnap her for the rest of the evening, “Thank you, Genie.” Michelle could have sworn she heard  a very soft but magical voice in her ear,” You’re welcome, my girl.”
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‘Stepmommy Dearest’ : F/F spanking video


‘Stepmommy Dearest’

Chapter Four in the series ‘Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother’.


Ange’s room is a wreck.


And what is this? Boy’s underwear?!


Stepmother loses her cool and spanks Angel hard with wire hangers.




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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

*****


Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived three bears – Daddy Bear, Mummy Bear and Baby Bear. Despite his name, Baby Bear was actually twenty years old but Mummy and Daddy Bear still regarded him as their baby. They all lived in a small house in a big forest. The house was furnished very simply, with a table, three chairs – one for each of the Bear family – and three beds, again, one for each of them. 

Every morning when they got up Mummy Bear made a big pot of porridge for their breakfast. She then took three bowls and put a serving of porridge in each – a large portion for Daddy Bear, a medium portion for herself, and a small portion for Baby Bear. However, because it had just been served from the steaming pot, the porridge was too hot to eat straightaway, so they went for a walk in the forest, which not only gave the porridge time to cool down, but also meant the three Bears built up their appetite.

Now, unknown to the Bears, just outside the forest there was a big house, where a young woman named Goldilocks lived. Goldilocks was very beautiful. She had an hourglass figure and long, flowing, blonde hair, which, of course, is why she was called Goldilocks. 

Every morning when Goldilocks got up she took a shower and dressed. Her favourite clothes were a corset that made her waist look even thinner and her bust even bigger, and leather trousers that hugged her legs and curvy bottom like a second skin. Having put them on, she looked in the mirror and smiled to herself. “Yes,” she thought, “that will raise all the men’s interest – but woe betide any of them that dare try it on!” You see, Goldilocks was a very strict lady who believed in the very highest of standards, and she had her own ways of enforcing them.

One warm, sunny morning Goldilocks decided to go for a walk in the forest. She was, as usual, wearing her favourite outfit, and she was carrying the riding-crop that she always took with her when out and about. Walking down the path she suddenly decided to leave her normal route and make her way deeper into the forest. And so it was that she came across the small house that belonged to the three Bears. 

‘I wonder who lives there?’ she thought, and knocked on the door. When there was no answer she pushed the door gently and it opened. She stepped inside and looked around. She saw the three bowls of porridge on the table and the three chairs. Curious, she tasted one of the bowls of porridge but it was way too hot to eat. She tried another bowl but was horrified that it had not been mixed properly and was all lumpy. Then she tried the third bowl, which had honey on top of the porridge and before she could stop herself she ate it all! 

Then she decided to sit down for a moment, choosing the biggest chair but it was too hard. She moved to the middle chair but it was padded and too soft. Then she tried the small chair but unfortunately, as she sat down, it collapsed beneath her. Goldilocks was not pleased and made her way into the next room, where she saw three beds. She sat down on the first, which was king-size, but it was too hard. She tried the queen-size, but it was too soft. So then she tried the small bed, which was really comfortable, and she rested for a few minutes before making her way out of the house and continuing her walk.

For the remainder of the day she couldn’t stop thinking about the house, still wondering who it was who lived there. She knew that somebody must do, otherwise how else was there hot porridge? So the next morning she decided to visit the house again. However, she couldn’t remember exactly where it was, and by the time she found it she arrived later than on the previous day. Assuming there was no-one there she pushed open the door and stepped inside. What a shock she had as she saw Daddy Bear, Mummy Bear and Baby Bear in the room!

But not as shocked as they were to see her. “Who are you? What are you doing in my house?” Daddy Bear asked gruffly.

“I am Goldilocks,” she replied. “I own this forest and I have come to check up on you. I need to know that you are responsible tenants, and from what I have seen so far I am not satisfied that is the case.”

As she spoke she noticed Daddy Bear eyeing her up and down and, in fact, ogling her, which displeased her very greatly. She also saw Mummy Bear holding a wooden spoon, and Baby Bear, who was having a tantrum because he wanted more honey for his porridge. And the small chair, which had broken the day before, was still lying on the floor in pieces. ‘No, this won’t do at all’, she decided quickly to herself.

“By what names are you known?” she demanded. 

“I’m Daddy Bear,” said Daddy Bear. 

“I’m Mummy Bear,” said Mummy Bear. 

“I’m Baby Bear, and I want some more honey,” said Baby Bear.

“Well, Daddy Bear,” said Goldilocks, “I am not impressed by your behaviour. I do not like the way you have been eyeing me, and I see you have not bothered to mend that broken chair. It is my role to punish those who misbehave. Come here and bend over.”

Meekly Daddy Bear did as she had ordered. He could tell she was not a woman to trifle with but he was not prepared for what happened next. Raising her riding crop, Goldilocks started to whip him, and continued until he was feeling very sorry for himself indeed.

Next Goldilocks addressed Mummy Bear. “You, Mummy Bear, have also been neglectful of your duty. I am aware that you do not stir the porridge sufficiently and allow it to go lumpy, and you have let Baby Bear continue with his tantrum without taking any action. The wooden spoon in your hand would have been ideal for dealing with both of those situations. Give it to me and I will show you.”

Mummy Bear gave Goldilocks the wooden spoon but was then taken aback as she found herself being the recipient of a salvo of hard blows. She had no idea just how painful that wooden spoon could be when used on the tenderest spot.

Finally it was Baby Bear’s turn to be dealt with. “I do not tolerate tantrums,” she informed him as she hoisted him across her lap and proceeded to spank his bottom, very, very hard. 

When Goldilocks left, saying she would be back the next week to check on their behaviour, the three Bears were all feeling extremely sore, and they knew they had to mend their ways if they were not to suffer further at Goldilocks’ hand.

And to this day, that is why it is traditional for those who misbehave to be punished with a Bear-bottom spanking!

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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



Product Testing with Dana Kane: Exotic Walnut Naughty Stick




Slutty Schoolgirl Morning

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Slutty Schoolgirl Morning: F/F spanking premium video


‘Slutty Schoolgirl Morning’


Episode Three in ‘Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother’

This girl just will not learn. After just two days, she’s still rebelling in a big way. This morning, it’s her clothing..


I cannot believe that she thinks she’s going to school dressed like this, and I won’t stand for her smart-ass backtalk for one more minute.


She is going to receive a hard bare-hand and hairbrush spanking and a few ‘words of advice’ from the Stepmother.


..and then some time to think about all the trouble she’s causing.


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‘Grab Your Ankles’ : New premium F/M spanking



It’s been a hectic week, and I have not had the time to properly police his behavior. This has led to some serious slacking on his part.



His dirty laundry has been sitting there for three days, and I cannot stand it anymore. Laundry is HIS responsibility.



Instead of listening to his excuses, I yank his belt off and make him grab his ankles for some swift discipline. Then I make him gather up all the dirty laundry while I land more strikes of the belt on his lazy bottom. 


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Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother: Chapter Two


Sneaking in the Boyfriend


Chapter Two in the series ‘Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother.


Angel thinks that her father and the Stepmother will be out all evening, so she invites her boyfriend over.
Unfortunately for Angel, the Stepmother comes home early and catches her wearing sexy lingerie.


Angel has broken a major house rule and must be properly disciplined for her slutty behavior.



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F/F Video: Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother


 ‘Welcome Home, Angel’


‘Welcome Home, Angel’ is Episode One in a new premium F/F spanking video series titled:

 – Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother – 

Poor Little Angel has been sent to live with her father – and his new wife. The Stepmother is NOT happy to have this disruption in her new home, and Angel isn’t happy to be there, either. She’s been getting away with a lot at her mom’s house, but not here. 


The Stepmother isn’t having any of her smart remarks or feeble excuses. Angel will learn to behave, or she will be punished.






By the end of ‘Welcome Home, Angel’ two things are certain: Angel is a major brat…and the Stepmother just may be crazy.


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Spanking PSA: Tears



The ability to reach tears during a discipline session is, for many spankees, an oft-fantasized yet rarely-realized circumstance.

 
(from FemdomArtists.com)

 

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

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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.)


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Twelve Strokes of the Cane

One of the things I remember from my childhood was listening to the speaking clock. For non-UK people or perhaps younger people who are not aware of it, the speaking clock was, and is, a telephone service that gives out the time, accurate to within five thousandth of a second. It was started in 1936 and is still operational today, receiving over 30 million calls every year.
Its message was “At the third stroke it will be (e.g.) 10.07 and 50 seconds..bip..bip..bip… At the third stroke it will be 10.08 precisely.. bip…bip…bip” – and so on. 
That recorded phone message is the inspiration for this disciplinary rhyme.

At the first stroke
It will be difficult not to flinch as you feel that first line of fire …
At the second stroke
It will be evident the rod has landed an inch or so higher …
At the third stroke
It will be hard to keep position as you feel the growing pain …
At the fourth stroke
It will be clear she’s quite an expert in applying the school cane …
At the fifth stroke
It will be a test of your resolve to know there’s another seven more …
At the sixth stroke
It will only be half-time and already your bottom’s very sore …
At the seventh stroke
It will be tempting to yell loudly and emit an anguished “0w” …
At the eighth stroke
It will be clear she’s whipping harder but you bear the sting somehow …
At the ninth stroke
It will be scary as you sense her mood is getting more severe …
At the tenth stroke
It will be sure you’ll know those weals will take two weeks to disappear …
At the eleventh stroke
It will be impressed on you that for your crimes this is the price you’ll pay …
At the twelfth stroke
It will be time to put away that cane until another day.

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Photos: What’s Black and Blue and Red allover?


This Boy’s Bottom:



He’s a toughie, no doubt – and usually even constructs some evil implement to help me along in his discipline. This time, it was a double-sided concave wood paddler which turned out to be absolutely excruciating when applied to the inner thighs. 
Add to that almost endless canings, paddlings, strappings, and hand spanks and the result is a near-total coverage of swellings, strawberries, and bruises. (I wish I were there, right now, to poke them a bit.)   


Many thanks to my brave and photogenic playmate for sending these ‘after photos’ along, and for allowing me to share them here.     – Dana

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London Calling



A few interesting things have occurred to me in the last day or so regarding my visit to London next month.


First:

(I understand that there is a converter available. I’m wondering how many I should purchase, considering the number of electronics we all seem to require for maintaining 21st century living.)


Then there’s:
(This is the best photo I could find to depict International Calling, which is not a part of my current telephone plan.)


Then there’s the whole:
(Driving-on-the-left-hand-side-of-the-road-thing. It’s doubtful that I will be doing any actual driving, but still..)

Followed by:
(The Metric System – ’nuff said.)


And…
(Someone just please tell me whether I need to bring my furry boots or not.)


Then there’s the  language barrier to talk about:

PISSED   –   Here, pissed means mad. There, it means drunk. This could lead to some misunderstanding.

FLAT –  If someone in London invites you to their flat, they’re not trying to take you someplace barren – but to their apartment – which may or may not be barren.

BANGER – In London, you’ll get a sausage. In many parts of the U.S., you’ll get a gang-member instead.

BENDER – Another place for some misunderstanding…here, it means drinking binge. In the U.K., it is a derogatory term. I will try not to go on any benders whatsoever.

CHAPS – U.K. = guys, fellas, etc.  U.S. = something that gay cowboys wear.

CRISPS – This is how to order potato chips in London. Conversely, ordering CHIPS will get you french fries.

BISCUIT – cookie. I’m not sure what they call biscuits, but will ask.

FAG – Again, a pretty wide margin of error here. In the U.K., they’re cigarettes.

FOOTBALL – soccer. This one I will likely never need.

The list goes on forever, and the point is that – sometime in the last few hundred years – we have taken some extreme liberties with the language. (I hope I don’t make an arse of myself.)

– Dana



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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):



I’ll let you guess the moral of the story.

–  Dana
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‘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

 
 
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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

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   “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.




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