A late entry to the Brief Encounter story contest, ‘Antwerp Central’ is still certainly worth sharing..
BRIEF ENCOUNTER: Antwerpen Centraal
Ms. Dana Kane – Professional Disciplinarian
"Hold still long enough and I'll spank you, too."
A late entry to the Brief Encounter story contest, ‘Antwerp Central’ is still certainly worth sharing..
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’.
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
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
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.
danakanespanks@gmail.com
‘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
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.
“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?
“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.
“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!”
“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.”
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.
“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.”“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.
“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.
“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.
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..
‘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
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
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
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!
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!
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
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?
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
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
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:
The POV addendum to this video, titled ‘POV: A Not-So-Happy Ending’, may be previewed HERE.
Readers,
Here is an entry from the ‘Brief Encounter’ story writing contest. It looks as though Simon has gotten exactly what he wished for…
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I’ve separated the POV videos into their own page on clips4sale, so those of you looking for strictly spanking may see only that, and the same for POV’s..
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.
You can still preview and read about all the videos at:
www.DANAKANESPANKS.com
(Also, check out the ‘Meet the Models’ page for bios on my Bottom’s Bottom and Angel!)
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?
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.
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.
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.
For information, visit my Travel page or email me at danakanespanks@gmail.com.
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
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
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.
Check my Travel page for more details.
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%.)
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.
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
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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
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
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
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:
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
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
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.
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
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!
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
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.
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.
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.
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:
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
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.
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.
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?"
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
“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!”
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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..
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
This lovely story, another entry to the ‘Bedtime Story’ writing contest, is certain to tickle your spanking fancy. Enjoy! – Dana
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.
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
“You realize that I had to punish you for your own good and that what you did was quite wrong”
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
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.
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
This entry to the ‘Bedtime Story’ contest is titled ‘Hansel’…enjoy! – Dana
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
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
Continuing the series ‘Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother’:
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
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
The ability to reach tears during a discipline session is, for many spankees, an oft-fantasized yet rarely-realized circumstance.
Many of my playmates voice the interest (or longing) to express their emotions through tears during the course of a long, hard spanking.
Here are a few things which my experience as a spanker have taught me (Disclaimer: The following may or may not reflect your experience/opinions and are in no way meant to be definitive statements on the spankee community as a whole.):
– Female bottoms seem to be more naturally inclined to be able to reach tears during spanking play.
Why? I’ve no idea, and won’t presume to guess.
– There is almost zero correlation between the severity of a spanking and ones’ ability to reach tears.
When we’re children – especially in the first few years of life – physical pain equals crying. Toddlers tip over and scream their lungs out for approximately forty-five seconds; eight year-olds scrape a knee and you’d swear that someone had just amputated the entire leg, tears, snot and all; but somewhere along the way we learn that it’s not grown-up to fall apart emotionally every time we injure ourselves physically.
At some time on the way to adulthood, we learn that big boys and girls don’t cry, which means that – in most cases – it doesn’t matter how hard your spanking is – you are unlikely to cry real tears from the discomfort alone.
– Trying to cry/forcing it or fake crying will only frustrate you.
Unless you’re one of those people who can bring tears at any time (a marketable talent if you’re a spanking model), things like holding your breath, squinching your eyes, and trying to hyperventilate won’t help. Also, saying things like “I don’t know why I can’t cry right now” are no help whatsoever, I’m sorry to say.
– Adult crying is something that happens when we think, or talk – not when we scrape our knees.
When a playmate does manage tears during the course of a spanking scene, it is – without exception – a release of pent-up emotion. This is almost always unrelated to the actual spanking activity, and crying most often occurs before or after the spanking itself rather than during.
In my experience, a spankee is most likely to shed tears during conversation prior to beginning the spanking – this may come as the result of some sort of confession on the part of the spankee, or because of some generalized state of guilt which may or may not be verbalized.
Just a handful of times have my bottom and I both been completely caught off-guard by an outburst of genuine sobbing during the course of an over-the-knee spanking. On these few rare occasions, I can honestly say that they were truly cleansing, cathartic experiences for both my playmate and for me.
The only advice that I can offer is: Don’t try too hard. Don’t overthink it. In fact, try not to think about it at all. Adult tears are bashful, private, and wary – they won’t come out while you’re watching for them.
– Dana
A few interesting things have occurred to me in the last day or so regarding my visit to London next month.
First:
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):