Sometimes you have no other reason to post a photo than the simple fact that it’s fabulous. I give you such a photo….
You’re welcome.
– Dana
Spanko Cheesecake
Revisiting Sarah Gregory..
Sarah Gregory has been updating her site a LOT lately, and, as always, it looks like she’s having a whole lot of fun! Sarah always has a varied cast of both tops and bottoms, and she’s game for giving or taking a spanking – this makes for a really interesting and sexy mix of content on Sarah’s site, and I’m particularly loving these most recent ones.
A few of my recent favorites:
It’s all about Meme
What does a blogger do when she can’t think of a damned thing else to talk about but needs to post something up in order to keep a regular and diverse stream of available content?
With about 75 seconds of research, I’ve come upon Meme.
What is a meme? I had to google it a while back to figure it out. My conclusion: I’m still not sure.
Seemingly, a meme can be anything from a silly captioned photo to a slogan to a list of personal attributes. I’m still a bit stumped on this one, but of late ‘meme’ appears to be the term used for those survey things we used to do on MySpace in the olden days. For the most part, they’re vain and self-serving (two things which I think get a bad rap), but are at the very least an insight into trivial things you may not have otherwise known about a person.
For all the above stated excuses, I give you – ripped from the pages of my friend Erica’s blog – this ridiculous ‘meme’.
– Dana
The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?
My favorite caller – Wrong Number.
When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
My fella returns the cart with 100% efficiency.
In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?
If you can get me to shut up, I’m a great listener.
Do you take compliments well?
I never look a gift compliment in the mouth.
Are you an active person?
I wouldn’t run if someone were chasing me, but otherwise am generally active.
If abandoned alone in the wilderness, do you survive?
Not for five seconds. I am a complete wimp. First I’d plop down in the middle of the wilderness and cry. Then I’d probably eat something poisonous and croak. (The above answer is Erica’s, but because it is so profoundly succinct I’ve decided to steal it. I, too, would die almost immediately if not sooner.)
Did you ever go to camp as a kid?
Once. I still cannot believe that I was allowed away for that weekend camp, and with good reason. I was SUCH a misbehaver!
What was your favorite game/s as a kid?
Anything that could be played outside and shoeless; preferably involving lawn darts or some other wildly dangerous 1970’s toy.
A sexy person is pursuing you, but you know that he/she is married, would you?
Never.
Are you judgmental?
Yep. Everyone is, about something. I’m judgmental about littering, kicking puppies, shoving old ladies….lotsa stuff, really.
Do you like to pursue or be pursued?
Both.
Use three words to describe yourself.
Intent Upon Contentment
If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind?
Weird question…I’m going with deaf, since ASL is cool.
Are you continuing your education?
I’m always learning, but am not currently paying anyone (with interest) to teach me.
Do you know how to shoot a gun?
Better than you’d think..
How often do you read books?
Every day. (Me too, Erica.)
Do you think more about the past, present or future?
I don’t think I think much about the present, because I’m in it and it’s happening. Past and future are probably neck and neck.
What is your favorite children’s book?
Where the Wild Things Are
Where is your ideal house located?
Someplace with grass and big trees and a huge yard with a little garden and three fat chickens.
Boxers, briefs, thongs, panties or grannies?
Yes, please.
Last person you talked to?
He’s right….here.
Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?
Yep. (Another kindof wasteful meme moment, don’t you think?)
What are your keys on your key chain for?
The things a person needs keys for. Duh moment.
Where was the furthest place you traveled today?
Since I arrived home from my most recent trip after midnight, I’d have to say about 1800 miles.
Where is your current pain?
I feel no pain.
Do you like mustard?
Yep.
Do you prefer to sleep or eat?
Eat. Always eat. I can sleep anytime.
Do you look like your mom or dad?
Definitely my dad.
How long does it take you in the shower?
I don’t shower unless I’m in a hotel and don’t want to float in a much-used tub. Otherwise, I’m an hour-long soaker.
What movie do you want to see right now?
I could re-watch Birdcage…
What did you do for New Year’s?
Went to bed at ten, just like most other nights.
What was the cause of your last accident?
I cannot recall an accident in recent memory. I did once slam into a coworker’s brand new jeep while backing out of my parking space, but that was years ago.
‘The Errant Robot’ : Future Spank entry
Readers,
Here’s another fine entry to the Future Spank story contest, which garnered a LOT of really creative writing. Enjoy ‘The Errant Robot’.
– Dana
THE ERRANT ROBOT
Colin woke up with a start.
He looked at his bedside clock and swore silently under his breath. He was late, very late. Darn that maid, he thought angrily as he swung quickly out of bed. He had planned to get into work early today. In fact he needed to.
He hurried though the vizi-screen that was showing a tropical beach scene and straight into the kitchen.
His Maidbot Lysette was standing, or rather frozen, in position by the kitchen counter. A large wooden spoon was held in one hand over a bowl she had obviously been ready to stir.
Lysette was dressed as a nineteenth century French maid. High heel, black court shoes, black stockings with lacy white garters, a black uniform with a frilly edged apron and a matching lace cap on her head. Colin lifted up the back of her skirt and was tempted to fire a hard fast slap against her silky black knickers with white lacy ruffles. But what was the point she wouldn’t feel a thing… yet! He Pushed his thumb in the small of her back and a compartment opened ejecting a small cylindrical object. Her battery. He put it in a charging unit and selected another that was ready and replaced it. Lysette immediately straightened up and turned round, a blush creeping into her porcelain cheeks.
She had rosebud lips painted crimson, deep brown eyes and tumbling her that fell past her shoulders and framed her impressive cleavage. Her lips trembled.
“I am sorry, Sir. I got distracted I didn’t realise my charge was so low.’
Colin pointed at the clock orb. ‘I am going to be late now. And I told you how important it was to wake me this early.’
‘I ‘m sorry. It won’t happen again.’
‘Hand me the spoon bend, over the table and present your bottom.’
‘Please, Sir. Not the spoon. Her lower lip trembled.’
‘It was going to be six, each buttock now it will be twelve.’
‘Lysette hurried over to the old fashioned kitchen table, bent over it and flipped up her skirt. Presenting her gloriously, womanly, curvy bottom. The silky panties stretched tight.
Colin ran a hand over the smooth wonder of it, wishing he had more time.
‘Panties down, he barked.’
‘Lysette lowered her panties. Revealing the creamy magnificence of her splendid cheeks, kept modestly together.’
‘Crack!’
The spoon landed on her right buttock. She yelped but only just. She knew if she wriggled or cried out too loudly the punishment would be increased.
‘Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Lysette squirmed fighting to keep her thighs together. Colin stood back to admire his handiwork. The ivory perfection of her plump buttock had been pained with a red as deep as a fairy tale rose. He ran his hand over her bottom again feeling the heat rising.
‘This is just the start he said. The real punishment will be tonight I expect you to have the implements ready.
‘Yes, Sir,’ said Lysette tremulously and then gasped as the spoon landed again.
‘Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!!!’
The spanks sounded like pistol shots as Colin cracked the spoon hard down on each buttock.’
‘Lysette’s knees buckled and her hands flew to rub her sore bottom before she realised what she was doing.’
.
‘Hands away!’ barked Colin.
Lysette moved her hand away and this time Colin spanked the spoon hard three times on the top of each thigh.
The maid squealed unable to hold it back and Colin smiled as he looked down on her wriggling derriere.
Stay there till I have gone,’ he said. ‘And get the items ready for my return.’
He lingered for a moment, excited at the sight of her quivering flesh and then dashed off to the roto-shower.
*
Ten minutes later he was in the transporter bubble seated across from a tall red head. She was dressed, like most of them in the bubble in a proton body suit, that did nothing much to conceal the outlines of her figure. She had a haughty look about her and Colin fantasised for a moment or two about taking a wooden spoon to her haughty bottom too. But then crossed his legs and looked away. He was late, far too late. He clutched the documents case he held to his chest and hoped his boss would be in at her normal time.
Some minutes later and Colin exited the transport bubble and walked through the security scanning field at the entrance to The Museum of Old Things in New Las Vegas.
The droids at the other side of the field nodded to him and he hurried down the long marble corridor to his office. The plaque on the door read ‘Colin Freemantle 20th Century Archivist.’ Still clutching his document case he hurried in.
His secretary Anjelica Buns looked up to him as he entered. She was a small woman but very curvy. Many the days that Colin had dreamed of having her over his lap. Squirming as he took an old fashioned hairbrush to her plumptious cheeks. But things being as they were and the law being what it was he had to settle for dominating her in more subtle ways. Being her boss had its perks in lots of ways and if his excitement was only acted out in his imagination it was a very powerful imagination and Lysette would get the benefit. If not for her!
He hurried over to his desk to get his security key when Anjelica Buns called out.
‘Colin!’
‘What is it? I am busy!’ he snapped back.
‘The Libratix wants to see you.’
Colin’s heart raced and his face paled. ‘Do you know what she wants?’ he asked.
‘Something to do with administration, she said.’
Colin relaxed and sighed relieved. ‘Okay he said. I’ll be back in a bit. Get me a cup of coffee ready.’
He hurried out the door, slipping his security key into his pocket and holding his document case tightly is his hand.
He knocked on the door further down the corridor from his office. His Boss. The Libratix. Lana Dane.
‘Enter!’
Colin pushed the door open and walked into his Boss’s office. IT was decorated very much n Old World Style. Wooden floors, expensive rugs and drapes, a large antique desk upon which Lana Dane leaned against.
She was a tall woman in very good shape. She was dressed in black and had shiny, jet black cropped hair. Her lipstick was the same shade of red as his Maidbot and Colin felt his heart race again. She was dressed in Old World style too, shiny, black leather high heeled pumps, an above the knee skirt, a crisp, pure white blouse and a black jacket. Colin couldn’t help but imagine she had stockings on under the skirt and moved his document case in front of himself.
‘I need to talk to you, Colin,’ she said. Her voice confident, authoritarian but as smooth as the silk of the panties he imagined she was wearing.
‘Yes, Ma’am,’ he replied. ‘Angle said it was something about administration?’
‘Indeed it is. Administration such a flexible word don’t you find?’
‘I guess.’ Colin shrugged. Seemed a pretty boring word to him. That was what secretaries were for after all. Administration and filing.
Dana Lane pushed a button on her wristcom and Colin heard the lock behind him close.
‘Something has come to my attention Colin.’
Colin felt his throat constrict, his mouth suddenly dry. ’Some filing issues,’ he asked.
‘No Colin. Not filing. Things that should have been kept in secure files that have been taken out.’
‘What do you mean?’ he stammered.
‘Bring that document case over here and put the contents on my desk.’
‘These are personal papers.’
‘I can get the security droids up here and alert the Moral Guardians if you prefer.’ She replied.
Colin felt his world slipping under his feet as he walked over to her desk.’
‘Please…’ he started to beg.
‘Do it now!’ She barked the order and Colin, with shaking hands undid the case and put the magazines on her desk.’
‘And what have we here?’
‘Err… I am not sure. I was just doing some research.’
‘English spanking magazines from the Nineteen seventies and eighties!’ said Lana Dane. ‘Magazines that are prohibited and a crime to be in possession of and should be kept under secure lock and key in the archives.’
Colin felt his face redden as much as the blush he had brought to his Maidbot’s cheeks. ‘I can explain…’ he started to say but the Libratix held up her hand.
‘There is no need to explain I have been told everything.’ She picked up the magazines. Janus. Februs. Martinet. All with pictures and photos of women being spanked and caned. Some in maids outfits, some as school girls, some just naked, baring their bottoms immodestly. Lana opened one of the magazines and showed Colin the picture and if his face was red before… it was crimson now.
‘What are you g.g. going to do?’ he stuttered.
‘Like I say, Colin,’ she smiled as she put the magazine back on her desk. ‘It’s a question of administration.’
Colin inward sighed with relief again. If it was demotion he could live with that. He didn’t want to go to prison.
‘I’ll do anything!’ he said.
‘Oh you don’t have to do anything,’ Lana laughed.
‘What do you mean?’
‘It will me who will be giving the administration.’ She pushed her wristcom once more and the door opened and Anjelica Buns walked in, her rosy cheeks smiling and handed Dana Lane a small suitcase.
‘Now you have a decision to make, Colin,’ said the Libratix, ‘You can accept my rulings or you can be taken to the Morality Guardians, your choice.’
‘I’ll do anything you say,’ said Colin.
‘Good,’ replied Dana and handed him the case.
‘Get changed into these. I’ll be back in twenty minutes, I want you bent over the desk and ready for me.’
‘Yes, boss,’ he replied.
Dana Lane slapped him hard across the face and he reeled with shock. ‘Get it right!’
‘Yes, Ma’am?’ he tried.
She slapped him hard again. ‘Do better!’
Colin spluttered, his mind in a whirl. ‘Yes, Mistress he said.’
Dana Lane smiled, revealing perfectly shaped, beautifully white teeth. ‘It’s going to be a long lesson for you. Come along Angelica,’ she said to Colin’s PA the boy needs to ready himself.
Colin heard the door close behind him and then opened the case and gasped with shock at what he saw inside. It was a nineteenth century’s maid outfit, complete with a curly dark wig, stockings and shoes. Almost identical to his Maidbot’s Lysette’s outfit.
Ten minutes later and Colin was dressed. Shoes, stockings, suspenders, the maids outfit and the wig on. He had smoothed his hands over his own now silky clad bottom and was surprised how pleasing it was and how excited it made him. He bent over the table and waited nervously. He had a guess of the kind of administration that was coming to him but he had no ideas of what manner and his heart raced nervously in anticipation of it. He didn’t have to wait long.
*
‘Remain in that position and put your bottom out!’
The crisp tones of Dana Lane, Libratix of the Museum of Old thing in New Las Vegas , voice was unmistakeable. There was a giggle as he raised his bottom that he could not recognise and his cheeks crimsoned once more as he realised it was not just Dana in the room. His face cheeks were crimsoned but not as much as his other cheeks were going to.
‘’Lift the skirt and show us your panties, Girl!’ she continued.
Colin’s cheeks were aflame now as he did as he was ordered.
‘Very pretty panties,’ said Dana. ‘So before the administration begins I think a new name for you don’t you.’
‘I suppose,’ said Colin shrugging confusedly and then yelped with pain as a searing pain flared across his bottom.
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘I mean yes, Mistress.’
‘Well Colin, I think you will be Cecily from now on. Anjelica go round and hold Cecily’s hands as she stretches them across the desk.’
Another swipe and Colin felt the same searing pain bite into each buttock.
‘Stretch them out!’
Colin quickly did as he was told, his face burning with shame as he saw Anjelica’s amused face as she took hold of his hands and held them in a surprisingly strong grip.
‘Now I think we want to have those panties down, don’t you Cecily?’
‘Yes Mistress,’ Colin gasped although he didn’t sound too happy.
‘In fact I think we’ll have them right off. Why don’t you have the pleasure my dear?’
Colin felt a cool pair of hands run over his bottom and then a giggle as the panties were lowered revealing two welts beginning to form on his pale bottom.
‘Now give him six each cheek with this,’ said Dana Lane.
Crack! Colin yelped as each stinging shot landed on his already sore buttocks.
‘Can you tell what the implement is?’ asked the Libratix.
‘A paddle?’ gasped Colin and then yelped again as a swish landed across his flaming backside.
‘A paddle what?!”
‘A paddle, Mistress,’ Colin could barely speak and tears were beginning to form in his eyes.
‘Wrong! Six more each side and then three each upper thigh. And if you squirm too much, Cecily. We will start again.’
The spanks came down hard and fast and Colin fought hard not to squirm, Anjelica Buns held his hands tight as he wriggled and squealed.
‘Show him the item,’ said Dana Lane derriere as the final spank landed.
Colin gasped as a wooden spoon was put on the table. His own wooden spoon that he had disciplined his Maidbot with only that very morning.
‘That’s right, Cecily. Lysette acted like a good citizen and informed me of the items that you had taken from the archive. But more importantly items you had stolen from other departments. Lay them on the table for me please, dear.’
Lysette stepped around the table and Colin gasped again, his maid was now dressed in a figure hugging plasto-suit in shiny black. High heeled and with a satisfied smile on her face as she lay the antique implements on the table: a leather boudoir paddle from London Tanners, an English riding crop and a Scottish two-tailed strap.
Colin swallowed hard, dreading what was to follow but relieved that there was one item missing. ‘Please…’ he began.
‘You do not speak until given permission so to do! Is that understood Cecily?’
Colin’s bottom quivered as much as his bottom lip trembled. ‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘Good. Well it is time to begin the proper administration. Lysette why don’t you swop places with Anjelica, and Anjelica pick an implement and begin his lesson. Eighteen hard on each side. Anjelica grinned broadly as Colin’s Maidbot grasped his hands firmly and picked up the boudoir paddle. It was heavy leather with a metal interior and she slapped it happily in her hand. Then walked around the desk.
‘You told me to prepare the implements…’ Lysette was about to say sir, but caught her self and smiled widely… ‘Cecily. I do hope they are to your liking.’
‘Crack!’
Colin gasped again as the searing heat flared once more in his aching rear. He had noticed that his secretary had a strong grip and felt the power as every stroke landed. One buttock to the next. Crack! Crack! Crack!
He had never known such agony like it he had to bite his tongue to stop crying out for mercy. But he knew such pleas would be met with more punishment. Goodness knows he had done the same to his Maidbot often enough even knowing she felt the pain every bit as much as he was now.
The women swopped places again and the paddle was followed by the tawse. His Maidbot giggled as every swat landed on his apple red and blistering bottom. And then Anjelica took her turn again with the English riding crop every swipe feeling like a bee sting and rising little welts on his now purpling posterior.
Finally the last, eighteenth swipe of the crop landed and Colin gasped with relief. He had genuinely been punished to tears and he sobbed, so very, very glad it was over.
Except it wasn’t.’
‘Well I hope you have learned your lesson Cecily?’ asked Dana Lane.
‘Yes please. I have. I really have.’ He begged through his tears.
‘Stand up, turn round and face me.’ Lysette the Maidbot released Colin’s hands and he stood up, his head giddy, his knees weak and turned round and gasped in surprise. His boss, Lana Dane, the Libratix of the Museum of Old Things New Las Vegas, had removed her jacket shirt and skirt. Her magnificent legs were sheathed in gloriously silky, black stockings. She had an old fashioned basque on in matching black with a 1940’s style conical bra and black knickers. He recognised it from the La Maitresse range from a an English company back in the twenty first century. La Maitresse being French for The Mistress of course. And for a moment he forgot the burning agony of his beaten bottom and felt his heart beating with excitement again.
‘Hands down, Cecily!’ barked the Libratix and Colin swiftly moved his hands to cover his immodesty. And then he saw what she was holding in her hand. The item he thought that had been missed. A very rare cane-iac, two foot long Lexan cane that he had stolen from the ancient artefacts warehouse. Made in acrylic and he knew just how much it stung. Not from first hand experience of course but on the rare times he had thrashed the beautifully wobbling bottom of his Maidbot. Had admired the beautiful welts it raised in her porcelain cheeks and took delight in her tears and yelps as every cut of the cane landed.
He wasn’t so pleased to see it now.
‘Eyes down, Cecily!’ said Dana Lane, I just got comfortable so I can swing the cane more easily. Now turn round and bend over the desk. Your hands won’t be held and you are to receive eighteen strokes. If you move position we will start again. Now get over and put your bottom in the air!’
Colin felt he was almost ready to faint. He bent over the desk once more and flipped up the maid’s skirt he was wearing and lifted his bottom, helped by his very high heels, a bottom that was welted and purpled and already very well sore.
Swish! The lexan cane landed on his proudly presently posterior and he yelped like his maid had squealed many times before, but this time the sound of his yelping brought no pleasure to him.
Again and again the cane swiped down on his quivering bottom. It was a baptism of fire. He had never felt such agony, never felt such humiliation as he heard his secretary and his Maidbot laugh as every swishing slash landed on his cherry red cheeks.
Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen! Colin’s knees quivered and shivered and he gulped in air as the tears ran down his face. He was glad he hadn’t moved. He honestly didn’t think he could face much more even if it did mean an appearance before the Moral Guardians. He knew the women would back each other and even his Maidbot’s evidence would be taken into account.
‘Up Cecily and go and stand in the corner!’ said Dana Lane.
Colin did as he was instructed.
‘You may rub your bottom, Cecily’ the Libratix whispered in his ear.
Colin thankfully did as he was allowed.
‘Now take this and hold it by your nose to the wall, and if it falls to the floor in the next eighteen minutes you will be caned the same again!’
Colin took the coin. It was as a twenty first century gambling token from old Las Vegas. He placed it and held it to the wall with his nose. Begging beyond hope it didn’t fall.
As the ladies behind him chatted and laughed, and he focused on the coin, he realised that the feeling in his bottom was now a pleasant one and the whole sensation of being punished and exposed was maybe more exciting than he thought it would be. And as his thoughts dwelt on that he moved his hands forward, mindful of Miss Lana’s commands on modesty, and pressed his nose harder into the wall.
*
Colin closed his ipad, a blushing flush creeping over his cheeks as the door opened and Angel walked into the reception room.
‘So, Colin. I gather you like my bottom?’ she said.
Colin’s blush deepened. Angel was a curvy figured, young woman, with blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes, as American as apple pie and with a derriere he could only dream of laying his hand upon.
‘’Well I…’ Colin stammered.
‘Never mind,’ Angel interrupted. ‘Miss Dana Kane liked your story and she will see you now.’
Angel gestured to the door with a knowing smile. ‘Sometimes It’s best to be careful for what you wish for!’ she said.
Colin walked to the door nervously as Angel chuckled holding the paddle, unseen by him, behind her back.
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday site update : 2/16
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Angel’s Revenge : Part Two
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Reflections on a ‘new’ spankos first year
Readers,
Below is an email, excerpted, I received from one of my playmates. New to the spanking ‘thing’, we all have a lot to learn, but I wanted to share this email for a couple specific reasons.
Not only does my somewhat-new friend now understand the enormous emotional/psychological impact of spanking, but there’s also been a revelation which I, myself, have never before had. Apparently, I’m lucky because I get to, in many cases immediately, take out my frustrations on loved ones when I see them taking part in dangerous or self-harming behaviors. Most folks don’t have the luxury of yanking someone across their lap for a good hard spanking when it’s obviously deserved…
for this I am grateful.
And also for every one of my cool, smart (and smartass), amazing friends and playmates – you all rock!
For the rest of the Newbies out there, why don’t some of you tried-and-true spankos share some of your first-year revelations in the comment box below?
– Dana
Here’s the original email:
Dear Dana-
As I sit here, with a ridiculously and well deserved sore bottom, I can’t help but to reflect back on our time together last night and throughout the year.
Being new to the “spanko” world has been exhilarating, painful (bc in the beginning, and even now, I found myself in trouble ALL of the time!) and most of all, surprisingly nurturing and loving.
You kind of caught me off guard as I didn’t expect to find a person like you and didn’t even know enough about the spanking world to know that “loving and nurturing” people even existed in the “spanko” world. One tends to read about all the horror stories of their tops and not the other way around. And with that being said, I stand in gratitude that our paths have crossed. I’m blessed that I was caught off guard because I tend to be a tad bit closed off but I’m working on that piece within myself.
Which brings me to the point you so painfully made on my bottom last night-
I totally get it now as to why you had to discipline me in the way you did last night. When you TRULY care for someone, you don’t want them to put themselves in harms way and I realize now, how much I was doing that and most importantly how much you care for me.
Our relationship is completely different than any relationship I’ve ever had, for several reasons but the main reason is because I have given you permission to “correct” behaviors that you see as harmful and, most importantly, I trust you and I know that whatever discipline you give to me is done with love and compassion and is for my own good. And for both of our own good!
You should count yourself lucky that you get to “spank” the people you care about if they are putting themselves in harms way etc. As for me, it isn’t possible to spank such people …(it’s not my dharma) so, all I get is frustrated, let down and riddled with anxiety when people are careless with their lives.
So basically, what I’m trying to say is that last night was like a mirror reflecting back on me. I could see how frustrating it must be for you to care for people who don’t care for themselves AND, I saw that piece within myself. There are tons of people I care about that don’t care about themselves. And it breaks my heart. Reflecting back to you, I don’t want to be that person to YOU. Because I do care about myself. Your time, energy and love is not wasted on me. I’ve just never slowed down long enough or no one has been able to catch me to point these blind spots out to me. Or perhaps both?
I wish I could say that I’m going to be absolutely perfect from here on out but we both know that ain’t gonna happen! But what I can say and I am committed to doing, is taking much better care of myself than I currently am. And when I slip up, I’m sure you will be there with a firm hand to put me back on the straight and narrow. Ouch!!
Pandora Blake makes great movies
Pandora Blake has been posting up some really excellent male bottom content on her site Dreams of Spanking, including some with the absolutely adorable Michael Darling. One of the reasons that I love Pandora’s site is that she doesn’t discriminate when it comes to a good spanking – you’ll find girls spanking boys and girls, and boys spanking boys AND girls, too. Diversity! She’s also cranked up the heat lately with a steamy explicit photoset, and always has some of the prettiest, most well-thought-out costumes and set designs you’ll find in spanking films today. Having had the pleasure of working with Pandora twice, it’s also always reassuring to know that someone is as sweet, genuine, and cool as they seem. She is.
A few previews from those hot /M scenes:
‘Bottom to the Future’ : A Future Spank story entry
Readers,
Enjoy this great Future Spank contest entry, written by a sweet girl who calls herself Randy Lee – I did.
– Dana
Bottom to the Future
On a sunny Tuesday, Kim sits at an outdoor table at a café in a suburb of Dallas. She taps the edge of her palmtop computer to turn the page of the newspaper she’s reading. The early afternoon sun glints off the windows of the silver monorail cars as the train rounds a curve on its approach to the stop in front of the café. When the train is still, Kim’s friend Monica emerges from a monorail car and waves as she walks toward her. Kim stands up and hugs her friend in greeting.
“Have you ordered yet?” Monica asks as the two women sit down.
“No, I was waiting for you,” Kim replies. “I’m not in any hurry today. Elroy is doing some psychology research at the library, and Jeremy is meeting a friend at the fitness center for some weight training and racquetball after work. I don’t need to have supper ready until 7 o’clock.”
“I have a leisurely day, too,” says Monica, touching some of the areas of the menu screen built into the table as she decides on a lunch selection. “Morgan and her friend Emery are going to have a cram session for an upcoming exam in their mental disorders class. They’re going for a swim workout at the natatorium and then stopping for Chinese takeout on the way to Emery’s house. Morgan’s spending the night there. They have a pretty good study system with their combination of exercise, nutrition, and mental activity. And sleep. They have instructions to be in bed with lights out at 11:00 p.m. Both of them get good grades. Emery’s parents are as proud of her as Keith and I are of Morgan. And I know Elroy ranks pretty high in his class at the university.”
“Yes, he does keep his grades up,” Kim agrees. “Sometimes I wonder how he does it, with chess, Space Cadets, and the other activities he’s been involved in. We’ve instilled in him for years that his course work is more important most of the time. We started teaching him in 6th grade that if he begins to have trouble with his grades or getting enough sleep, extra activities will be removed. His schooling is his “job,” and his grades are his paycheck. Activities outside of schoolwork are frills, and frills can easily fall by the wayside. He knows we’re not kidding. It was the rule in junior high, then high school, and now at the university.”
Monica peruses the menu and decides on her meal. She and Kim spend a few seconds ordering from the touch-screen menu.
Kim sighs, a faraway—but satisfied—expression on her face. “How did we wind up with such well-behaved, responsible children?” she asks rhetorically.
“You just said it,” Monica points out. “You’ve trained Elroy for years, disciplining him to focus on his schoolwork.” She pauses, a thoughtful look on her face. “But specifically, how did you and Jeremy accomplish
this discipline?”
Kim’s gaze darts rapidly, randomly, in several different directions. She looks ill at ease. “Well,” she begins, “I’m uncomfortable admitting this, but we used spanking. Just a smack or two on the backside. I would use my hand when he was a little fella, and Jeremy would use his belt starting when Elroy was about six. It was the event, not the severity, that was effective. Jeremy would tell Elroy he was going to give him a whipping, and explain why. Elroy would just say, ‘Yes, sir. I know I deserve it.’ Jeremy would take his belt off, make Elroy bend over and put his hands on the bed, and swat him twice with his belt. Then Elroy would thank his father for the punishment and for caring enough to shape his behavior. I don’t think Jeremy has whipped him since he was eight or nine. Now, there have been a few times some years back when we’ve taken away his communication device for three days, but Elroy says essentially the same thing, thanking me or his father for punishing him and for helping him develop responsibility and self-discipline. I imagine we’re the only parents in the Cosmoplex who have used such primitive methods of child-rearing.”
“Probably not the only ones,” Monica counters, “but you have to admit it’s way out of style. For children, at least.”
Kim chuckles. “Right: for children.” We know a lot more about the style for adults,” she says, grinning.
Monica laughs out loud. “That we do, Kim.”
Three electronic pings signal the emergence of two miniature helicopters from a rectangular opening near the top of a portion of the building that is shaped like a small silo. Each tiny aircraft homes in on the table, waits for the women to lean back to make room, and lands gracefully on the touch-screen menu that corresponds with the helicopter’s “cargo.”
Kim and Monica remove their respective food orders from the rigid baskets beneath the aircraft, the helicopters return to the delivery portal, and the women eat in silence for a couple of minutes.
Kim then asks, “What techniques have you and Keith used with Morgan?”
Monica considers the question as she chews and swallows her current bite of sandwich. “Keith and I have relied on the practice of using time-outs with Morgan ever since she was a toddler. At first, I would sit with her and make sure she stayed seated in her chair. I would set the timer for two minutes, and she wasn’t allowed out of the chair until the timer sounded and I said she could get up. I would talk with her about what she did, why she was being punished, and how she could behave better. When she was a little older, we used a clock, and that’s how she learned to tell time. I won’t say she enjoyed time-outs, but we made it a learning experience in addition to being a discipline technique. Morgan was never spanked until she was 18. No, wait: She was 19. She told us she was going one place and we learned she actually went with a friend to a concert Keith and I had said she could not attend. Keith put her in the Hidetanner for ten minutes, set at 30. She tried to be stoic, but it got the best of her, and she was crying before six minutes had passed. Her behind was bright pink. Afterwards, she apologized to us for disobeying our instructions and for lying about it. Then she told us that several things the musicians did during the concert were in poor taste and that she knew we had been correct in not allowing her to go. She assured us that she had learned not only that disobedience and lying would not be tolerated, but also that she realized our judgment and decisions were wise and were in her best interests. That was two years ago, and she hasn’t given us any reason to repeat that punishment.”
“I should say not,” Kim agreed. “Ten minutes at the 30 level for a newbie would be pretty rough.” Of course, you and I do 50 and 60 routinely, and for way more than ten minutes.”
“Well, of course we do, but both of us are used to it. Besides, we like it, but Morgan does not. She definitely isn’t ‘one of us.’ I’ll tell you, though, I wasn’t used to what Keith did last week.” Monica paused, her brow knit as she recalled the event. “I had been at the regular Tuesday meeting of the Hydroponic Society and stayed to talk to a couple of other members. I lost track of time, supper was late, and Keith was quite angry. As usual, he didn’t raise his voice, but what it lacked in volume it more than made up for in intensity. He told me I was going to be punished in the Hidetanner, and he really let me have it. He set it high and timed it long. He wasn’t joking, and it wasn’t funny. He stood there the whole time and talked to me, lecturing me. I wish he had just left me alone and let me cry in peace. It still hurts, and that was eight days ago. Sometimes he can be so demanding and domineering. I don’t like being treated like a slave. He and I need to have a talk about that.”
Kim looks concerned. “Do you think that will make him angry?”
“Oh, no,” Monica asserts. “He isn’t thin-skinned. Conversation doesn’t make him angry. We can have a good conversation about subjects we disagree on. Most of the time, we come to some kind of agreement, at least in principle. But Keith doesn’t like rules broken and he doesn’t like the routine disrupted for no good reason. Now, if there’s a good reason, that’s never a problem. We all know things can happen. You know, monorail delays, traffic jams, those kinds of unforeseen circumstances. However, thoughtlessness is always a problem, even when he’s guilty of it. He’s been known to put himself in the Hidetanner.”
“Speaking of which,” Kim interjects, “how do you think the Hidetanner compares with the Spankocert you and Keith used to have?”
“It’s more rigorous than our Spankocert GX2 was,” Monica replies. “Well, that machine was four years old, so you can understand it didn’t have the kick it had when it was new. The Hidetanner can do a really good job of covering a large area, but it can also be set to concentrate on the same spot over and over. And it can deliver the side wrap I’m sometimes in the mood for. Yours is a Spankocert GX4, right?”
“Yes,” Kim confirms. “I like it, but I’m interested in trying yours, just to see what it might do differently. Maybe it does some things better.”
“I’d be glad to let you try it out. How about at our party on Friday of next week. You and Jeremy are planning to come, aren’t you?” Monica asks.
“You bet. We wouldn’t miss it. We always have a great time at the parties. Are a lot of people going to be there?”
“About 20, if everyone comes who E-plied. Several people are going to bring their frames, benches, and even some machines,” Monica notes. “And, of course, the toys their machines use.”
Kim registered surprise. “There are machines light enough to be portable?”
“Oh, yes,” Monica confirms. “Dawn and Josh have one. I’m eager to see it in action.”
Kim looks at her wrist phone. “Will you look at the time! I need to be getting home.” She touches an icon at the top of the menu screen to display the cost of her meal, and Monica follows suit. Near the center of the table at each woman’s place, a block 8 centimeters square rises from the surface of the table disclosing an opening in the block resembling a mouth ready to eat money. As each woman inserts her money, the block calculates the change, deposits it on the table, and lowers back into the surface of the table.
Kim and Monica gather their belongings, stand up, and hug. “There’s my ride,” Kim says, spying a monorail train moving closer toward the restaurant station.
Monica walks with her to the platform, saying, “Mine should be the next one, in about five minutes.
Kim boards one of the cars. Monica awaits her train, smiling in anticipation of the party.
Ten Days Later
“Keith!” Monica calls. “Did you get the tables and chairs set up on the patio?”
“Yes,” he answers. Everything’s ready for the guests. Do you want me to put out the trays that are on the kitchen table?”
“Yes, please. That much is done, and all that’s left is the beverage and ice dispensers.”
Got ’em, Keith says. He retrieves the drink dispenser and an ice dispenser from a closet off the patio, where they had been waiting, primed.
The doorbell rings. Monica goes to the door and opens it to usher in six guests, all talking at once. With everyone being in a “Friday mood,” smiles and cheerfulness abound.
“Come on in, y’all,” Monica invites. “Make yourselves at home in the living room, out on the patio, or wherever you’re comfortable.”
The guests move to different areas, talking among themselves or going to the patio to greet Keith.
Another ring of the doorbell is heard, and one of the new arrivals definitely makes himself at home by yelling, “I’ll get it.” He opens the door to admit another party of guests. “Come in this house,” he tells them, smiling. “How ya doin’, Jim?” He shakes hands with the man in the group.
“Can’t complain,” the man returns the handshake. “I saw Josh and Dawn coming down the street in their van.”
Both men look out the door and see the vehicle pull up behind a car and park in front of the house. The occupants get out and close their doors. The man opens the cargo door and begins to pull a covered piece of equipment from the van and position it on the sidewalk. The woman closes the cargo door and locks the van. The man tilts the apparatus onto its wheels and guides it toward the house. A couple of other men help lift the machine over the threshold and assist in shielding the door jambs. With the shrouded mystery apparatus finally in the middle of the living room, its owner, Josh, announces, “Ta DA!” Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on the very latest in portable, automated spanking pleasure. I give you . . . the ‘Angel Maker.’ ” He whisks away the cover to reveal the stainless steel machine. Everyone begins to applaud, voicing comments like, “It’s beautiful,” “I can hardly wait to try it out,” and “Oooh, it looks scary.”
“Okay, folks,” Monica says, getting their attention, “why don’t we all gravitate out onto the patio so people who are bringing frames can have some room to set them up. We can chat out here while that’s going on. Of course, the ones who specialize in putting things together can hang out in the living room and help. Some people are still on the way.” The majority of the group follow Monica out to the patio.
In response to subsequent rings of the doorbell, those who are closest admit the partygoers and welcome them. Frames are assembled and made ready for use.
After meeting and greeting is done, Keith says, “Okay, let’s get this show on the road.” The woman in each twosome who own a machine or frame moves to take her place as her top helps her into or onto it, removing whatever clothing is an impediment and fastening whatever is necessary to prevent the woman’s escape. After securing the women into the devices, the tops’ primary activity is wielding cameras and video recorders to immortalize the scenes of the torment their victims are enduring. Soon, the room is filled with the whirr of electric motors and the sounds of wood and leather striking flesh and the windy swish of canes stirring the air. After a short while, there begin to be reaction sounds, the usual “ow,” “uhnnh,” and “that hurts,” until—everything goes dark. And still. And silent.
“Not to worry, everyone,” Keith reassures the group. “Light is on the way. I have the situation under control.” His voice fades somewhat as he moves away from the living room toward the kitchen.
One of the men moves carefully toward the window and peeks around the drapery to observe a pitch dark neighborhood. “Hey, y’all? This whole area is dark, all the way to the statue on the square. There are lights on the bridge, but none this side of it.
From the kitchen, the sound of a drawer being opened is heard, and the glow of a flashlight can be seen. Its beam plays around the kitchen, and a cupboard is opened. A larger and stronger beam of light enhances the original one, and Keith comes back into the living room with the stronger light source, placing it on the coffee table and aiming it at the ceiling. It reflects off the white surface and gives a faint glow to the entire room.
“Well, now. Where were we?” Keith asks the group.
“I’m trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, that’s where,” replies Dawn, the occupant of the Angel Maker. “Get me out of this thing.”
“Coming, Dear,” says her husband Josh. Other men begin undoing latches and straps and bindings to free their bottoms from the other machines.
“What a bummer,” exclaims Kim. “I was looking forward to trying out Monica and Keith’s Hidetanner. Now what are we going to do? Go home?”
Monica responds, “I don’t see why. We could all sit and talk, share stories about our favorite spanking times.” She pauses, looking around the room with a mischievous
twinkle in her eye. “Or there is another option.”
All eyes are on Monica as she continues. “We could do it the old-fashioned way.”
Dawn asks, “Do you mean OTK? That kind of old-fashioned?”
“What’s ‘OTK’?” a woman named Emily asks.
Kim answers, “It means ‘Over the knee.’ An old-fashioned hand spanking while lying across someone’s lap. Or it could be with a paddle or strap of some kind. That’s what spankos used years ago, before all this technology.”
“Hmmm,” Emily muses. “That sounds a little creepy. I don’t think I’d like that. It sounds too—I’m not sure what. Close? Intimate?
“Well, it is intimate,” agrees Monica, “but I think you should try it before you dismiss it altogether. Keith, why don’t you and I demonstrate?”
“Ah, My Sweet. You have made me an offer I cannot refuse,” her husband says, smiling. After seating himself on the sofa, he beckons Monica to stand in front of him. He puts his thumbs in the waistband of her slacks and gently pulls them down to her knees. The he pats his right thigh as a signal for her to lie across his lap. She drapes herself across his legs, with her upper body and her legs supported by the sofa. He begins to rub her bottom gently, over her satin panties. Then he smacks her right cheek with the smallest amount of force. Then the left. Then both, in the middle. He develops a rhythm, increasing the force a little, but not enough to elicit more than a contented “mmm” from Monica. After a couple of minutes, he stops and hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulls them down. She lifts herself off his thighs a few inches to help him get the undergarment down to her knees. Then she settles back down on his lap so he can resume the spanking. He increases the force of the spanks, bringing a deeper pink color to her bottom. One smack leaves the prints of his fingers on her right upper thigh. “Did that hurt?” he asks her.
“Mmmm. Yes,” she replies. “It feels good. Why did we ever stop doing this?”
Keith pauses in his delivery of the smacks and rubs her bottom again. “I don’t know. This is much better than taking all those silly pictures and videos that just sit in the computer, never being looked at. There’s just something about feeling the hot skin of your bottom under my hand.”
“Yes,” Monica agrees. “And there’s something about feeling your warm, powerful, loving hand raining down on my bottom with such force. I’d like to feel your belt, too. Would you mind?”
“No, of course not,” Keith replies. He stops spanking her and, being careful not to jostle her off his lap, unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the belt loops.
“I love that sound, Keith,” Monica tells him.
“Let’s see what else you love, My Love,” he answers. He doubles the belt and brings it down on her pink-skinned bottom.
“Oww! I think you mean business,” Monica exclaims.
“Well, you asked for it, right?” he teases.
“Yes, I asked for it,” she concurs.
“In so many words, right,” he prods, smiling.
“Yes, in so many words.”
“So, if it hurts, whose fault is that?” Keith asks.
“Hey, I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I just said it hurts. I like it very much, and you do a magnificent job,” she praises. To the others watching, she says, “Hey, what’re the rest of you waiting for?
The spectators began pairing up, and the various bottoms lay across their tops’ laps. In due course, the sound of palms and belts slapping skin overrode all other noises, each couple appearing isolated in their own little world.
Minutes passed, and then hours. Later, after nearly all the guests had left, Monica found Jeremy sitting on the sofa in the half-light, with Kim seated on his lap, her arms around his neck as he held her close. Monica sat down on the sofa near Jeremy. “So, Kim, did you have a chance to try out our Hidetanner?”
Kim murmurs into Jeremy’s neck, “No, I didn’t get around to it.”
Monica observes, “You don’t look too disappointed about it.”
Kim lazily turns her gaze in Monica’s direction, a contented smile on her face. “No, Monica,” she muses. “I’m not disappointed at all.”
Best Laid Plans
Readers,
Well, damn.
What does a girl have to do to avoid yuk winter weather? Huh?
I’ve abstained from the Northeast and Midwest this winter, and done my best to pay close attention to the blue northers which seem to be just about everywhere this year.
So I figured that a trip to Atlanta and Charlotte this month would be doable. (Yes, I know that they had that freak snow in ATL a couple weeks ago, but that was FREAK -meaning : doesn’t happen often.)
If you haven’t figured out the gist of this post : I’m currently sitting in front of my Mac…in Las Vegas. Should’ve flown from Atlanta to Charlotte yesterday, and spent the next two days in lovely CLT. Instead, I took a last-minute, very very VERY expensive flight home from ATL late Monday night. A forecast of ‘ice pellets’ (what the hell is that, anyway?) in Atlanta and 5-8 inches of snow in Charlotte sent this Southern-bred gal right back to the Mojave desert, tootsweet!
Luckily, I had the opportunity to see and enjoy all my favorite friends in Not-hot-lanta, but, alas, have missed my pals in Charlotte. This is only the second time in all my travels that I’ve had to bypass a visit, and I’m torn – as much as I hate the nasty winter weather, I hate (almost) as much to miss seeing my playmates. (I’ll be back soon, you all…promise!)
I should take a moment here to rub in the fact that skies here in Las Vegas are blue, windows are open, and there’s a nice cool breeze…
– Dana
1000 Strokes Video : Angel Gives Til It Hurts!
Everyone,
I’m pleased to say that our Give Til it Hurts raffle winner has been kind enough to share his exclusive video of Angel receiving 1000 swats for charity – and we’ll be making it available for download on Clips4Sale and SpankingLibrary.com. Yay!
As before, every cent collected from the sale of this video will be donated to animal charities, and I’ll post regular updates on this as well as other fundraising endeavors.
Look for the video later this week in my download stores.
Here’s a preview shot of Angel in her pink dropseat bunny pj’s, taking 1000 for the Team.
– Dana
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‘Future Spank’ Story Contest Winner!
Readers,
Well! I have to say that I’m surprised at the number of entries that the Future Spank story contest garnered, each of them very well-written and imaginative. This was, even more than usual, a difficult choice. Thanks to everyone who entered their original work, and please do take a moment to comment on the stories so that our authors know you’ve enjoyed them.
– Dana
And the winner is….
Jake Sees the Light
It was the light Jake noticed first. Walking up the gangplank and into the belly of an enormous metallic vessel filled with a myriad of wonders never before viewed by a human eye, it was the brightness of the light he noticed most. How long had it been since he had seen electric light? Twelve years? Fifteen? Somewhere between the first strike and the rapid depletion of the fossil fuels that followed, electricity had gone from common…to privileged… to extinct.
The entrance ramp continued upwards towards an open corridor where two Clairian women awaited him. They both wore one-piece uniforms, white and sleek. Snug enough to accentuate the fitness of the bodies beneath yet without losing the formality of militia. Guards he suspected, or perhaps some type of ship security force. They greeted him by name without offering their own.
“Welcome to Clairian Forces Resolution Craft Number Seven Mr. Karnes. Captain Erica has been expecting you. Right this way please”.
The two women escorted him down a series of further corridors, each one as bright and sterile as the next. The final hallway ended in front of a door much larger and much more ornate than any they had previously passed. Jake made the assumption this was their destination. Such grandeur clearly marked a place of importance. A captain’s chambers.
He awaited their next move, expecting one of them to knock on the doors or verbally announce arrival. Both women stood motionless. After a brief silence Jake realized they were both looking towards him. His eyes met the gaze of both women. Neither of them spoke or offered any visual clue as to why they had stopped moving. After a moment the guard to his left gave her partner a knowing smile and the shrug of her shoulders. She reached forward and drew open the doors ushering all of them into the awaiting room.
The room was a contrast to everything Jake had witnessed on the ship thus far. This room was alive in color and texture. It was more reminiscent of an apartment than a space craft. The floors were covered in what appeared to be rubber-like tiles. Even through his shoes, Jake could feel the comfort of the material. There was furniture and appliances and all the trimmings of a living space. Photos and art hung stylishly on walls finished in warm hues of browns and blues.
The captain of the ship was sitting at a workstation. Her attire was similar to the guards, however hers appeared to be two-piece, black pants and a white top with the insignia of the ship on a crest just to the left of the neckline. She was older than the guards, heavier in stature, what Jake’s father would have referred to as big boned. Still her curves and femininity were clearly evident. She was viewing a monitor that was anchored to the desk. Her eyes briefly acknowledged their entry, and then just as quickly returned to the screen. Through a headset she spoke in a language Jake had never heard. After a brief dialogue into the device, she motioned one of the guards to approach. The guard stepped forward offering salute. The captain rose and nodded in response.
“Captain Erica. This is the man we were instructed to escort to your presence.”
Jake took a step towards the desk and offered his hand. “Good morning Erica. I’m Jake Kar…”
Captain Erica cut his words short, interrupting him mid-sentence.
“One moment Mr. Karnes. I am not yet done speaking with my team.” She extended a single finger that motioned for his silence, and returned her attention to the guards. “Thank you both for seeing our guest here. Is there anything else?”
Jake was more than flustered by the manner the woman had treated him. He was certainly not accustomed to being spoken down to; especially in the presence of what were clearly a couple of subordinate staff members. He could feel a twinge of resentment and the heat of a blush come to his face. He fought to remind himself of the importance of the meeting and hoped none of the women saw his discomfort. If they had, they certainly didn’t show any reaction to it.
The guard who had opened the door stepped forward. Once again in a dialect foreign to Jake (what he now assumed their native tongue) she spoke a few sentences to her captain. The captain was momentarily stoic. She glanced intently in Jake’s direction before uttering a response directed to the younger women. Both guards smiled, nodded and with a final salute were gone.
Jake once again made to speak. And once again was treated to the flat palm of the ship’s captain.
“One more moment please Mr. Karnes. We are about to begin the decontamination of the surface. I need to finalize procedure co-ordinates with my engineering department. You may make yourself comfortable in the sitting area”
She motioned Jake towards a small table and chairs deeper in the cabin and without further discussion returned to her seat behind the monitor.
Jake felt his face grow even warmer. Go ahead lady. Get your radiation vacuums sucking. Then we can sit down and we’ll get a few things straight about protocol and political respect. He made his way to the table area. Perhaps the curiosity in what he found there might help to sedate his irate state of mind.
The table was wood, kind of…and maybe a plastic too. It was a material he had never encountered before. The majority of the furnishings were constructed of the same type of hybrid median. The vibrant artwork was done on what looked like a type of frameless cloth. Along the wall was a stone fireplace were a blue flame burned with no apparent source of fuel. All of it was mysterious and just as equally fascinating. Perhaps most fascinating was the item lying on the mantle above the hearth.
Sitting alone on the warm stone was what looked like an antique implement of some sort. What it was he wasn’t quite sure. Perhaps twelve inches in length, and three wide, with the exception of what looked like a narrower handle area on one end, it resembled a cross between a cooking device and perhaps a sporting racket. Whatever it was, it certainly showed plenty of wear. It looked like real wood…and it looked old.
He was startled out of his trance by the voice from behind him. “It’s called Living Wood. It’s considered sacred on my planet. You will learn more about it I’m sure Mr. Karnes. Your kind is always enthralled with that item. Welcome to my vessel.”
Jake shook the hand she was offering. Her grip was warm and firm.
“My kind Erica? My understanding was that I am the first human to board the ship?”
“I was not referring to your race. I was referring to your gender.” She replied with a smile. “And you have referred to me as Erica twice now Mr Karnes. I am the captain of an interstellar spacecraft here to try to make your planet more inhabitable. You will address me as Captain Erica or Ma’am. Sit please.”
There was that condescending tone in her voice again. It was time for him to nip this in the bud. He took a seat at the table across from her. Back straight and shoulders square, he folded his hands neatly in front of himself and spoke in a firm voice that reflected the confidence of his body language. “Very well…Captain Erica…on that note, perhaps we can begin with setting some mutual expectations.”
“Indeed Mr. Karnes. Do you know why we, why I, summoned you to this meeting today?”
“I would have to assume it is because of my experience with diplomatic affairs. I expect that I would serve to act as a liaison between our two peoples.”
“Partly correct Mr. Karnes. You were chosen because of all the profiles available to us, on what passes for leadership on this planet, yours showed the greatest potential to communicate our mandate to your fellow humans.”
“Mandate? My understanding is your mandate was quite clear. Your ships have the capacities to remove radioactive waste from our planet’s atmosphere and surface.”
“Again, only partly correct.” She smiled once more. “Tell me Mr. Karnes, you received a file along with your invitation to enter this ship. Have you read it fully?”
And once again Jake was back on the defensive. “No, not in its entirety. I must admit my policy with written material is that most often any pertinent information comes to light during verbal discussions. You must understand that with all the activity arising from your impending visit, my agenda was beyond full these past few days….”
His feeble reply brought her smile to the point of being a chuckle. “And I Mr. Karnes, do not have much time to devote to incompetence. I do however believe I will be able to expedite to you the purpose of our time together here today. Can I ask you to please bring me that paddle you are so intrigued by.”
The last part of her statement was not so much a request as it was a command. Jake wasn’t totally comfortable with that. But he was also mentally backpedaling about his neglect to read the documents. He humored her and retrieved the wooden piece. What had she called it? A paddle? As he retrieved it, Captain Erica pushed her chair away from the table.
“No, not on that side. Bring it here to me. Come stand by my side.”
Jake was quickly losing any control of the debate. Her authoritative manner had him acting like a schoolboy rather than seasoned diplomat. He awkwardly followed her command and after handing her the paddle, remained standing in front of her chair.
“Good boy. Now lower your pants and under garments and place yourself across my knee.”
“Wha…” Jake was flabbergasted, understanding now the purpose of the implement and her intended use of it. “Erica, I am a representative of the United World on a serious mission. I assure you that I have no intentions of…”
This time it was a hard slap across his face that interrupted his sentence. He held his hand to his stinging cheek in disbelief and looked into the face of the woman seated calmly before him. Her eyes were locked to his.
“What you are is an egotistical little man who was given a simple task. An assignment I dare say that his arrogance prevented him from doing properly. Had you done your prescribed work, this conversation would be going much more productively for both of us. Had you read your briefing file you would have understood that the moment you entered this ship you became subject to Clarian laws. I am the captain of this vessel Mr Karnes. I therefore am the law. Your fate has been determined. You have two simple choices that surly even a being as pig headed as yourself can understand. You can do as I instruct willingly or I can summon my guards and they will do it forcefully. I care not either way…but my will shall be done. Now remove your clothing and get over my knee.”
Her words stunned Jake much deeper than the slap to the face had. Numbed by the force of her statements, he doubted he could have spoke even had he wanted to. He did not speak. He cast his eyes to the floor as trembling fingers slowly unbuckled and peeled down the lower potions of his clothing. He gave no resistance as she guided him across her awaiting lap.
“A very wise choice I assure you. Now let’s get down to work shall we?”
In a well practiced manner, the Captain adjusted his position to best suit her purpose. He had given himself to her…exactly as she knew he would. Men were the most predictable of beings. Big and brave at the onset, he was now putty in her hands to do with as she pleased. And she certainly intended to make sure he completely understood who was in command. She griped him around the waist with her left hand as she whisked his pants and underwear to his ankles with the right. Content with her preparations, she picked the paddle up and laid two swift and firm strokes to the center of his buttocks.
“Do I have your complete attention now Mr. Karnes?”
“Yes Ma’am”
She smiled. This was going to go well indeed. She laid on four more spanks to the same area of his behind. “Very good answer. Had you read your files, you would have understood that no male is permitted to address any Clarion female without using her proper title. Mine, as I told you, is Captain Erica or Ma’am. Failure to use either when speaking to me will earn you demerits. Furthermore you will speak to me only when spoken to. Is this understood?”
She accentuated the question with more spanks.
“Ouch, ouch…yes Ma’am.”
“Very good. Now Mr. Karnes I intend to give you a very sound spanking. But first, for your benefit, I will give a brief history on Clarion culture. Ours is a very ancient race. We have travelled space for longer than your earth has known life. We have visited and studied countless planets. Do you know what our travels gave us Mr. Karnes?”
She waited briefly for a reply. When it did not come she applied two sharp blows.
“Ouch, ow. No Ma’am”
“Perhaps you are not as quick a study as I thought. What we learned was that unlike your human’s colorful interpretations of little green men from Mars, most life forms in the galaxies are actually humanoid. The other thing we ascertained was that almost seventy percent of worlds hosting life were ruled predominantly by the male of the species. The male…imagine Mr. Karnes. We also determined that almost one-hundred percent of those male dominated societies had a habit of ending in ruins. Are you still following me?”
“Yes Ma’am.” He was quick to answer. She smiled again.
“It seems that when men were left to rule, their foolish nature showed the way to war and poverty that eventually resulted in situations similar to what you have here on this planet. In contrast, the female lead planets thrive and excel by comparison. The gist of it Mr. Karnes is that the people of Clarion, men and women alike, came to the conclusion that entrusting leadership to the female gender would ensure the optimum development of our planet. And so it has. Again forgive me for the brevity of my history lesson. The report you were given holds a much more detailed outlining of the events that brought us to where we are as a people today. I am sure you are going to be eager to read it at your earliest convenience…aren’t you?”
This time the question was immediately followed with a dozen very hard swats to his rear.
“Yes Ma’am, ow, please, yes Ma’am”
“What we have developed is a society where men pledge their obedience and respect to their mates and are expected to live up that promise. When they fail Mr. Karnes, they find themselves in the exact position you now find yourself in.”
With that she fell silent. She temporally sat down the paddle as she allowed for the measure of her words to sink in and for the anticipation to build in his mind. She understood the importance of that anticipation to the male psyche. She permitted herself an opportunity to caress and explore the bottom aimed so vulnerably ready for her ministrations with the paddle. She had tanned many a naughty male behinds and she had full intention to blister this one very well. When she felt him begin to shift with tension across her lap, she picked the paddle up once more.
“Do not attempt to get up. Try to keep your hands and feet on the floor. Minor pleading is acceptable. If it becomes excessive you will be given more demerits.”
And without further adieu the Captain got to the task at hand. She spanked him. She began on his upper cheeks, first one side then the other working a consistent pattern until she reached the crease where butt met thigh. After a couple blows to the tops of his legs, her paddle would then make the return journey, this time from bottom to top…only to begin the entire process again. Over and over, back and forth, back and forth, up and down, up and down. Despite Jakes continual stream of “ouches” and “ows” she calmly and consistently delivered a good hundred strokes to his bucking and twisting behind before pausing.
“Yes Mr. Karnes, it hurts doesn’t it?”
The two strokes he received for once more failing to answer were hard enough to bring him to the edge of tears.
“Oh, yes Ma’am”
“We call it Living Wood because it almost physically bonds with the person holding it Mr. Karnes. The mood and the emotion of that person become reflected in the wood itself. It’s amazing really. It is like the paddle senses the intentions of the woman wielding it and adjusts its weight and force to best achieve the woman’s desired effect. For instance a woman can put the same amount of force into two different spankings, but if she is angry, the spanking delivered while angry is applied much more severely by the paddle. Simply amazing. Perhaps I should demonstrate. Let me think about the way your arrogance angers me.”
With that she resumed the paddling and Jake instantly felt the difference in the blows. The paddle was snapping into him with considerably more force. Enough to bring tears to his eyes…and quiet sobs to his throat. The spanking was no longer coming with any discernible pattern. Sometimes it would be back and forth, back and forth, and then she would land several times all on one cheek or even on one spot. Jake was struggling to keep his position. He felt like he was on fire. He was pleading now, begging for her to stop the relentless assault on his posterior. She was speaking again. She didn’t stop spanking but did slow in pace with the majority of the strokes landing intentionally near the crease of his tender sit spot.
“Your inexperience with being disciplined prevents your noticing (spank), but the Living Wood is also reacting with you (spank). Had I been using any other type of wood (spank) your bottom would have long since become somewhat numb, thus lessening the effect of each blow (spank). The Living Wood prevents that (spank), reducing any dulling of the spanking what so ever. The result (spank), is that every stroke hurts (spank) just (spank) as much (spank) as the (spank) one (spank) before (spank) (spank) (spank).”
The last sentence came with a flurry of paddling that broke all remnants of Jakes resolve. With a great sobbing heave, he slumped like a ragdoll across her lap and cried freely without reservation.
‘I’m sorry Ma’am. Please Captain Erica, I’m sorry…I’ll be good.”
The Captain continued with another dozen resounding spanks before ceasing again.
“There, there. That’s a good boy.”
And she meant it. He had taken his punishment well, without excessive fussing and was clearly contrite and remorseful as he sobbed quietly across her knee. His bottom was radiating with a deep shade of red. The part he sat on displayed purplish bruising and a few small blisters. He would remember this session each time he sat for at least a week. And that was the point after all. To learn. To repent. To behave.
As she slowly rubbed the paddle across the surface of his inflamed behind, Jake began to react in a much different fashion. His sobbing melded into a low moan.
“What you are feeling now Mr. Karnes is another attribute of the Living Wood. Just as it can reflect anger and frustration, it can also reflect compassion and caring. In the hands of an understanding and loving woman it can also deliver much pleasure to a bottom. I can assure you both men and women can come to appreciate this.”
She abruptly removed the paddle from his behind. She did respect him for the way he had accepted her discipline. It was out of that respect that she knew she must make sure his spanking was memorable enough to improve his behaviour moving forward.
“However your pleasure is not the purpose at hand. I believe you have leaned a good lesson thus far. A lesson that will benefit us both. Now I must ensure that lesson is remembered for a good time to come. And then unfortunately we have your demerits to account for”
She methodically went back to her original pattern of paddling, back and forth and up and down, encompassing his entire crimsoned behind. Jake resigned himself to taking the spanking with as little resistance as possible. Sensing her intention, and his repentance, the paddle fell just hard enough to drive the point home.
When finally she felt he had been spanked enough, she released her grip on his waist and instructed him to stand and bend over the back of the chair. He compiled without question, not eager to reignite her wrath. He doubted he would ever be able to defy the Clarion captain again. Her wish would be his command. Perhaps there was certain rightness about that.
For her part, Captain Erica was pleased. She knew he would be very attentive to her needs moving forward. She would give him an hour to read the report, and then instruct him to contact the wife of each member of Earth’s Leadership Council. She would start with them. The ship’s cargo hold contained enough Living Wood paddles for every woman on earth.
She went back to her work station and returned with a slender cane. As she flexed it in her hands she instructed Jake on what would constitute the completion of his punishment.
“Had you read our report, your session would be over now. In a few minutes, when we are finished with your lesson, you will read it. You will find a complete list of infractions that will warrant you demerits. You have earned several today. Each demerit is punishable with three strokes from the cane. You will receive three for failure to open a door for a woman, and another nine for not addressing me by my proper title on three separate occasions. Place your hands flatly on the seat of the chair. If you remove them before you are given permission, your punishment will begin anew and an additional three strokes will be added on. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am, Captain Erica.”
“Very nice Mr. Karnes. Do you have any other questions before I begin?”
“Ma’am, is the cane made from Living Wood also?”
Captain Erica chuckled and took her position behind him. Tapping the cane on the lower portion of his bottom she replied “No, it’s just plain old rattan. Some things of your earth need no improvement.”
She pulled back her arm to continue Jake’s lesson…..
End
Give Til it Hurts Raffle #1 Winner!
And the winner is….
Our lucky winner will receive a lovely and evil set of Caneiac implements as well as an exclusive custom video of Angel receiving a swat for every dollar donated!
Keep reading for all the information on donors, helpers, and the beautiful animals who’ve benefitted from the raffle.
In total, we raised $1000 for animals in need! I’m terribly impressed and forever in the debt of every one of you.
Donations from this raffle have supported several organizations and animals. Below, a list of recipients from the Give Til it Hurts Raffle #1:
Raven Woods Animal Sanctuary : $400
Raven Woods is a no-kill animal shelter (mostly dogs with a few cats) in rural Roseland, Louisiana. Caring for approximately 200 rescued animals and operating strictly on personal income and donations, the folks at RavenWoodsRescue.org can use our help year ’round.
Guardians of Rescue : $200
This donation was made to Guardians of Rescue for a specific case : the dogs of Olympic Animal Sanctuary. Kept in terrible squalor, these 124 dogs have been saved and are in the process of being rehabilitated by the good people at GoR and the folks who run the RUFFF facility in Arizona. RUFFF itself, in a very rural area along the NV/AZ border, houses around 300 rescued animals year round.
Rescue Ranch : $100
The Rescue Ranch serves as a low-cost/free spay and neuter organization to approximately 1/3 of the state of Georgia – most of these counties don’t even have animal services divisions. RR is responsible for thousands of spay/neuter and TNR’s annually.
Blind Cat Rescue : $100
The name says it all. Homed in North Carolina, Blind Cat Rescue shelter is a haven for sightless kitties and those with feline fiv/hiv who would have otherwise been euthanized. A beautiful organization and a bunch of gorgeous cats.
Community Cat Coalition of Clark County : $100
The ‘C5’ is an all-volunteer organization tackling the problems of over 200,000 feral cats in Clark County, Nevada. With spay/neuter, TNR, feral colony support, and numerous other humane outreach programs, C5 is up against a herculean task and working hard.
Fund A Pet Miracle : $50
FundAPetMiracle.com is a site dedicated to raising funds for individual animals’ needs. We contributed fifty dollars to Blue’s medical bills. Blue the Pitbull has had a tough life, but the folks at Animal Aid for Vermilion Area Rescue are making sure he gets the best care and a great future…
Becky’s Hope : $50
Becky’s Hope Horse Rescue in Texas rescues and rehabilitates abused and neglected horses. Expenses for this type of large animal rescue run very high, and we’ll be revisiting this organization in future fundraisers.
** Please feel free to check out these organizations online, for yourself, and see all the great work they’re doing. You just may be compelled to help a bit more…
Huge, enormous, gigantic thanks to everyone who donated. Below, a list of pseudonyms for all the generous folks who participated. You’re ALL animal heroes! (Participants are asked to choose a pseudonym, for discretion.):
Kalman $100
Robin $100
Lab Saver $25
Dana’s World Record Holder $50
Oldog $25
Guardian Angel $360
Rigel $100
Randy Lee $15
Edmonton Spanko $100
Puggybear $50
Arrogant Brat $50
Dante $25
Also, to everyone who blogged, tweeted, FB’d, linked, and shared – networking is powerful, and we couldn’t have raised this much for animal charities without you, either. Below, folks who helped spread the word (please forgive any unintentional exclusions here):
Cheyenne Jewel
Bright Bottom
Extra Super Enormous thanks to the wonderful folks at Cane-iac for donating the set of evil spanking implements, and to our sweet Angel for participating in the video prize!!
** NOTE : Neither I nor Dana Kane Films are in any way affiliated with any particular rescue group or organization. By donating to their causes, we neither request nor expect their endorsement. The publishing of names of organizations in receipt of donated funds is done only in the name of full disclosure.
** All donation receipts are available for viewing by anyone who requests them. There will never be any question as to whether every cent donated has gone to deserving charities.
** There are payment processing fees associated with both receiving donations as well as turning those around and giving them to the appropriate orgs. This usually amounts to about ten percent of total donation amount. I cover these fees personally, so that the full amount donated goes into the hands of the charities.
Another VBB Product Testing video : Evil Sticks (on the thighs!)
This Product Testing video was shot immediately following the prior, Black Master Senior Paddle, scene, so the VBB was definitely feeling it by the time this was over.
However, since his bottom’s famously tough, I’ve decided to test these awful little things from Caneiac on the backs of his thighs, instead. We (I) have a lot of fun figuring out the best way to swing ’em!
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 1/26
Babysitting Mr. Jones
POV : Babysitting Mr. Jones
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A Naughty Young Man’s Punishment
Twenty-plus years ago, when I was trying to figure out the best way to make money for records, candy, and the occasional movie ticket, it never occurred to me to attempt babysitting. Having to slog over to some semi-stranger’s house in the late evening hours to sit around on their furniture, eat their weird food, and watch over their annoying if terribly cute progeny? Yeah, no thanks. I’d rather just take the 60/40 chance on begging extra hard for an early allowance allotment.
But things are a bit different now, as I’m no longer desperate for Smarties and Molly Ringwald films, so there are better choices. Now when I babysit, it’s a fun frolic through round-the-clock roleplay with who are, quite possibly, some of the naughtiest adult boys and girls ever. A recent sleepover found the boy in question having his coloring book tossed into the hallway for housekeeping to pick up. It’s tough being a firm and loving caretaker, but I do my very best given the terrible state of most of my charges’ manners.
The point of all this is to set the backdrop for a public shaming earned by previous mentioned boy. After some particularly surly behavior during his babysitting time, he was assigned a report on ‘How to Be Nice to Miss Dana’….
which has not been turned in on time.
Said young man knew that there would be consequences if his assignment was not finished on time, and one of those is contained here. When he reads this, along with all of you, he’ll learn that his first punishment is to go DIRECTLY to the nearest corner, where he will stand for exactly fifteen minutes. (Are you getting this? I mean right now, mister.) He has further 24 hours to complete the assignment or will be rewarded with 100 strokes of the spencer paddle for his inability to follow instructions.
I hope that this, in addition to further instructions on Good Manners and Proper Behavior, affects an immediate change for the better.
If not, well…that’ll be fun, too.
– Dana
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 1/19
Nice Girls Wear Panties
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Give til it Hurts Raffle drawing coming soon!
Angel will arrive end of this month, and while she’s here we’ll video both the raffle drawing and the exclusive 1000 stroke video.
The winner will have the option to either retain the video solely for him or herself, or to allow distribution in which all proceeds will also go to animal charities.
We’re getting very excited about the drawing and have our fingers tightly crossed for everyone who donated. While only one can win the prize, every single participant made a difference through their actions.
Also very exciting will be the announcement of all the worthy animal heroes who’ve received our fundraising donations….$1000 in all! You’ll love reading about these wonderful organizations and all the great work they’re doing, every day, to improve the welfare of animals in need.
Thanks again, so much, to you all.
– Dana
New Product Testing video featuring Caneiac’s Black Master Sr. Paddle
Here’s a little Product Testing video featuring the new Black Master Senior paddle from Caneiac. This is a pretty heavy duty paddle and packs quite a wallop, despite the VBB’s ability to withstand it stoically.
New eBook! Mostly True Stories : Adventures in Discipline
Readers,
After some consideration as to heft, I’ve decided to publish ‘Mostly True Stories’ for eReader formats. This first volume contains a few slightly altered yet very real-life short stories from my exploits as a gleeful spanker of adult boys and girls.
The first, ‘Mostly True Stories : Adventures in Discipline’ is now available. Containing four previously unpublished short stories:
I Wasn’t Expecting That
All in the Name of Science
What Were You Thinking?
A Wife’s Frustration
Available both through Smashwords HERE and Amazon/Kindle HERE.
Around 9 thousand words, and priced at $2.99, this small edition of short stories is my first foray into storytelling. If it’s well-received, I’ll expand the concept to either a lengthier version or several volumes.
As always, I’m interested in your feedback. Leave comments below or email me at danakanespanks@gmail.com.
– Dana
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 1/12
Nice Girls Don’t Fight
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Spank Fail
Readers, Spankos, Consumers, I implore you….think before you shop.
A friend sent me this link, kind of a ‘What do you think about this’ type thing, and I sent back something along the lines of ‘Looks interesting, will investigate’.
I’m always interested in new implements, ideas, and gadgets, so I took a look at the above video advertising a small machinated spanking machine. It was disappointing. Not interested in bashing anyone’s mechanics or business here, but this spanking machine looks just pitiful for real purposes.
I’ve seen some of the larger robo-spanker machines in action and, while they at least deliver a ‘real whack’, all these gadgets leave me somewhat cold.
So there’s really nothing wrong with buying this thing – maybe you’ll even enjoy it as a strictly novelty thing – but if you have to work as hard as that poor girl in the video for your spanking then it’s probably best you just reach around there and do it yourself.
– Dana
PS. I guess that’s really the point of this post :
Does anyone use these spanking machines? And, if so, what is the level of real enjoyment without human contact?
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 1/5
Eight Canes
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New Spanking Story Contest : Future Spank
Readers,
In celebration of the new year and all the ones to come, the theme for this month’s spanking story writing contest is..
The Future
No, not like next month, smartass. Think a bit farther ahead. Think flying cars or living on Mars or robots that are programmed to dole out spankings; think about what the world will be in the distant future, and then figure out how to tell a good spanking story within it.
We see and read a whole bunch of ‘olde tyme’ spanking stories and ‘best of the 50’s’ stuff – let’s see what you can do without the concepts of current tradition.
I’ve come to rely on the creativity and veracity of these writing contest entrants for their abilities to weave an amazingly believable spanking story out of just about any situation they’re given, so I’ll be very interested to see what our intrepid authors come up with for this one.
As always, the winner – chosen solely by me and based on no specific criteria – will receive as his or her prize a free spanking session with me, either here in Las Vegas or any of the other cities to which I regularly travel.
And also as always, a few things to remember before you start writing:
- Absolutely no characters or mention of characters under the age of 18. The occasional ‘like a little boy’ is acceptable, but best to keep it to a minimum.
- Same goes for explicit genital, sexual, or graphic language references. This is about the backside, not the front side – keep it clean, please.
- Characters may be of any gender, and spankings may be of any genre – feel free to include as many or few characters as you like.
- Entries are not judged on length, but attention to spelling, grammar, capitalization, and the et cetera, certainly matters.
- Contest ends January 31, 2014.
- By entering your story to the contest, you agree to allow me to share/excerpt it here and elsewhere.
- All entries may be emailed to me, either in the body of the email or as an attachment, at danakanespanks@gmail.com.
Now, get writing – and good luck!
– Dana
Spanking PSA : Tops have Hard Limits, too
It’s well-discussed that spankees should learn, know, and protect their Hard Limits – the things in which they are not interested in participating. I always want to know what my playmates like and don’t like, but I’m most interested in their Hard Limits. I don’t touch those – don’t even graze ’em. It’s important, at least to my mind, for those in my hands to know that, even though they’re likely in for a tough time, they can trust that I won’t go ‘there’…wherever ‘there’ is for them.
So if someone tells me that canes are an absolute no-no for them, then they may rest assured that I will never, but never, strike them with one. If that same person has an aversion to complete nudity, they may, albeit against my better judgment, remain partially clothed at all times. Trust is fragile, you shouldn’t mess about with it. I get that. I also respect the wishes of others, possibly sometimes to a fault, as I’ve gathered on more than one occasion that a playmate was somehow hoping that I would use the information against them. I get it – the notion that your top would exceed your Hard Limit is probably a high-ranking bottom fantasy – but it’s not gonna happen. At least not here.
Conversely, there are some other things which aren’t gonna happen here because they’re MY Hard Limits. These things really have very little to do with you and what you desire (isn’t that horribly selfish of me?), and at this point in my play experience are pretty damn universal.
Without further adieu, my Hard Limits :
1. BDSM
Let me be clear here – I am in no way knocking S&M. Some of my best friends are dominatrices, and that’s not a punchline. However, and to be completely frank, I suck at it. I’ve tried – trust me, I’ve tried. But the clothes are restrictive and sweaty, I’m not coordinated enough to swing a single tail, and – most importantly – humiliation is NOT my forte’. The gadgets required to properly torture genitalia appear to be very expensive and extremely fiddly to operate, and I’ve no idea what the curve is on CBT Operator Error. Bondage is pretty but most knot-work renders the buttock area inaccessible, totally killing the rest of the evening for me. Also, I’m never sure what exactly I’m supposed to do to you once I get you tied up like a roast pig. And how long before the circulation to your ears cuts off, anyway?
Of course, I DO love to hit people, and don’t necessarily mind if that doesn’t always occur on the rear, but…
2. I will not cane/paddle/otherwise-strike-with-a-hard-object the inside of your thighs.
Why?
Google ‘femoral artery’.
3. For basically the same sane medical reasoning as #2, I will not strike your hands/palms/wrists with anything larger or more lethal than a balsa wood ruler.
Look, there’s a reasonable expectation of discomfort and, in many cases, even the expectation of marking or bruising. But when it comes right down to it, I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in actually injuring you. I don’t care whether it’s okay with you or not – it’s not okay with me.
The buttocks are a gladly-placed mass of overlapping muscles, fat, and bazillions of teeny little nerve endings. No organs. No bones. No major blood vessels leading directly to the brain. You know, your usual non-lethal ass area. And with the right conditioning, an area which can handle quite a lot of impact, up to and including skin abrasions, repeatedly, and with no ill effect (when cared for properly). Most other areas of the body hold no such distinction, so I prefer to keep the extra-posterior impact to a minimum.
( ** Disclaimer : This doesn’t mean that I won’t slap your face if you get mouthy…I just won’t do it really, really hard.)
4. Humiliation
We touched on this in #1, but it definitely deserves it’s own numeral. I do NOT ‘do’ humiliation. Embarrassment, yes; shaming, definitely. But not humiliation.
(I am using my own personal definition of humiliation here, which may or may not jibe with your own.) To me, the difference between humiliation and embarrassment lies in the intent – am I providing you with positive or negative feedback? Example : You’ve eaten all the candy after I’ve told you it’s for everyone. Humiliation would, to my mind, sound like this : “You sick pig! I can’t even look at you – you nauseate me. You’ll sleep on the floor like a dog tonight.” (Told you I suck at it.) On the other hand, embarrassment feels more like : “You ate all that candy? After I told you not to? What am I going to do with you? Don’t come crying to me when you get a stomachache.”
Make sense?
I cannot say nasty things to you. I cannot try to hurt your feelings, make you feel bad about yourself. Can’t even fake it. Say what you want, but there’s enough negativity in each of our minds already without having someone plant bad crap there while your brain’s all wide open. I’d rather be a ‘cheerleader’, thankyouverymuch.
5. It’s really, really, REALLY not okay to touch my ass. Ever.
Ever.
– Dana
Give til it Hurts Raffle Update!
** Raffle Closed – See Comments Box for Info – Raffle Closed **
Current Fundraising Total : $640
That’s six hundred and forty swats to Angel thus far, and I’m hoping to see a number that makes us BOTH nervous by the time we’re done at the end of January.
Nearly halfway through our first Give Til it Hurts charity raffle, and I am genuinely touched (and somewhat blown away) by the generosity of spirit so many have already shown.
I want each and every person who’s participated in any way to understand that you’ve had a direct impact on the well-being of your fellow inhabitants of this planet, and that’s something about which you should be very proud.
At raffle’s end, I’ll be posting a list of donor’s pseudonyms, sharers, and organizations in receipt of donations.
Conversations with Spankos Ch. 26 : The Vault
Readers,
I’m going to begin this post with a Seinfeld reference, so all those under the age of thirty may take time now to do a google search on it…go ahead, we’ll wait…all caught up? Okay, here we go.
When Jerry, George, and Elaine wanted to express to one another that they were worthy of keeping what may be a very big secret, they’d say ‘I’ll put it in the vault.’ Meaning obvious : the information you’re considering sharing with me is locked away tightly and only I have the key. The great thing about Seinfeld was that things very rarely managed to stay in anybody’s vault for very long and, at the appropriate moment, much hilarity would ensue.
This low-security-secret-keeping is rarely humorous, however, when folks open their vaults in real life – yet it is something which happens all the time, to every one of us at some point(s). We tell someone something which is labeled Secret and they tell someone else, usually keeping the label the same – Secret – which means that the person they just told is supposed to hold him or herself to a higher standard than the vault-opener. But then that person disregards the label also and eventually, rather than hilarity, all hell ensues.
When the information that’s un-vaulted is of a, say, adult nature, the consequences can be catastrophic.
I’ve heard stories about folks in the kink/spanking/bdsm scene who’ve had their vaulted information shared, sometimes with a vengeance and sometimes by mere ignorant chance. The term usually used is ‘outed’, just the same as when someone’s sexual or gender orientation is shared without consent.
Talking to an acquaintance recently reminded me of just how much most folks with a kinky bend are risking every single time they make contact, of any kind, with another person. Every person in her life knew different things about her – some had no idea that there was any kink of any kind whatsoever ever ever and thought she was just as ‘normal’ as them (whatever that is), and some were rightfully curious/suspicious about a few unusual occurrences or comments they’d overheard, while some were in the loop enough to know that she did some ‘wild’ stuff every now and then. What a juggling routine it seemed to me, and how to decide where to position each new person in life – how to decide how much they should know – and when to be oh-so-very careful with someone who is nosier than all hell.
I’m not so much interested in why people have to separate their kink from the rest of their lives – I get it. My question is : How does it FEEL to have to guard your vault, to decide who’s worthy of a peek and who to trust with the key? What can another person do to insure that you can trust them with your secrets? And how likely do you think it is that you’ll be un-vaulted?
– Dana
A fun holiday spanking story from The VBB
Readers,
Here’s a fun holiday story written by our very own VBB – he assures me that this is completely a work of fiction. Ahem, I’ll let you decide…
– Dana
“The Thanksgiving Day Football Game”
It all started with a short email, which popped up on my screen during one of my “wasting time” web surfing periods. As I lazily read the subject line of the email, I became excited and quickly sat up. My favorite college team sent me an email offering the opportunity to buy tickets to the Thanksgiving Day game! I could not believe it; I finally had a chance to watch my team play against a school rival. The more I read the email the more excited I became, which ultimately lead to an impulsive decision. I decided that not only did I need to attend the game but I also needed to buy the tickets right then and there. It was simple logic, if I wait to buy the tickets they may be sold out and I would miss going to the game. All I could think of was how disappointed I would be if I missed the game. As I pulled out my wallet something told me I better talk with Ann about this, but she was busy in the kitchen cooking dinner and I did not want to bother her with such a trivial matter as going to a football game on Thanksgiving Day. As I entered my credit card number I stopped and thought to myself maybe I should talk with Ann about this. But I was sure the tickets were being grabbed up as I was thinking and there was probably just a few tickets left so I better act now or it would be too late. What’s the worse that could happen? I mean it’s just a football game played on Thanksgiving I’m sure Ann would understand. So I pushed the button and I became the proud owner of College football tickets! I did feel a bit guilty for not talking to Ann about the tickets but I had plenty of time to tell her, Thanksgiving was still two months away. About a month later Ann began making plans for Thanksgiving. We had not really made any definite plans so I was not concerned about telling her about the tickets just yet. As the days went by I thought I should tell her about the tickets, but you know how things go, people get busy, work late, procrastinate and just plain forget. It was now the week of Thanksgiving, plans were made, friends were invited and everything was set in place. Except, I still had not told Ann about the tickets. There really was no reason to worry, Ann planned on eating around 1:00 and the game did not start until 7:30 so everything was going to work out just fine, or so I thought.
A few days before Thanksgiving I decided it was time to tell Ann about the tickets. As we sat down for dinner I poured her, her favorite glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, I put on some smooth jazz music and we set down for a nice quite dinner. The meal was suburb, the atmosphere was just perfect and everything was going perfectly. As we finished dinner and enjoyed a bit of dessert and cappuccinos I finally gathered up my courage. “Umm Ann, I have something I need to tell you. Umm a really great opportunity come up a while ago, I got an email offering me an opportunity to buy some tickets for the Thanksgiving Day college football game. I know I should have discussed it with you first, but Umm you were busy and I did not want to disturb you. Plus I’m sure the tickets were going fast so I had to act right away. So I went ahead and bought two tickets to the game, I asked Conrad if he would go with me. Its not going to affect Thanksgiving because the game is not until 7:30 and we will have plenty of time to celebrate Thanksgiving during the day.
Ann sat there looking at me, I could not tell by her look if she was angry or not, after a few minutes she said “Well, I guess it is ok for you to go to the game especially since you already have the tickets.” With that, she stood up and started clearing the table. I thought to myself “see there was nothing to worry about, she does not even care that we are going to the game. All that worry was for nothing.” I helped clear the table and helped with the dishes. Nothing else was said about the tickets and I considered the matter over. The next few days were busy as we prepared for Thanksgiving, the menu was planned, groceries were bought, the good china was cleaned, the silverware was polished and the nice tablecloth was brought out. I reminded Ann that Conrad and I were going to the game and we planned on leaving around 5:00. Ann simply responded with “Yes dear I remember.”
Thanksgiving day finally arrived, we woke up early and starting cooking, around 11:00 our friends and family started arriving. Everything was going great, dinner was about ready, our guest had arrived and everything was going smoothly. As Ann was setting the table I come up behind her and gave her a hug reaching around her I whispered, “Ann, you are the greatest, everything seems perfect, you have really out done yourself this year. Thanks for being so understanding about the game this evening; I have always wanted to see these two teams play. You are the best” Ann turned around and gave me a small kiss and said “I know you are excited about the game, I’m sure it will be a game that you will remember for a very long time.” She gave me a wink and walked away. I wondered what she meant by that, but I did not give it another thought.
Dinner was fantastic, the company was great and everyone had a wonderful time talking and laughing. The afternoon went by quickly by 3:30 all our guest had left which I though was a bit strange as Ann liked to socialized well into the evening. Around 4:00 I noticed Ann had disappeared, I was not overly concerned as Conrad was coming over at 5:00 so we could go to the game. I was so excited and could hardly wait. I walked up the stairs and headed to the bedroom so I could get ready for the game. The bedroom door was closed and as I reached out to open the door I noticed it was locked. I found that strange, as the bedroom door is never locked. I gently knocked on the door and after a few moments Ann answered the door dressed in her short black dress the one she only wears when she was going to discipline me. As she opened the door she pointed to the corner and said, “Go ahead and get undressed and stand in the corner.” I protested and said “Ann you know I have to get ready for the game tonight, what’s this all about anyway?” she looked at me and said “you did not think you were going to get away with buying tickets to the game without telling me do you? You really thought going to a football game on Thanksgiving without talking to me first was a good idea? Now get in the corner, we only have an hour to deal with your selfish behavior.”
After 10 minutes in the corner Ann told me to turn around. I noticed lying on the bed was the wooden hairbrush that her mother gave her on our wedding day. Along with the wooden spencer paddle she uses when she really wants to get her point across. “Come over her David” as I walked over to the bed where she was sitting she patted her leg indicating she wanted me to lay across her leg. She liked to have me lay across her right leg as she uses her left leg to lock me in place. This also gave her the ability to control my legs, when she wants my legs to be further apart she just uses her left foot to spread my legs further apart. As I laid across her leg she started to rub my bum, “so you thought you could get away with this little trick of yours, buying football tickets without telling me. Waiting till the last minute to tell me that you were going to the game. Ruining our Thanksgiving plans and not taking my feelings into considerations, you did not even ask me if I wanted to go to the game with you.” I started to answer her, but she slapped me on my bottom and said, “I think you just better keep your mouth shut and take your punishment.”
She picked up her well warn wooden hairbrush and brought it down full force on my right butt cheek. I protested and said, “Aren’t you even going to give me a warm up first?” Her only reply was to give me a few fast whacks on my leg just below my bum. That’s her spot she spanks when she does not like my response, attitude or when I clinch my cheeks. She usually gives me five quick whacks on the same spot to get my attention. Ann knows the first ten minutes of a spanking hurts the worse for me, so she makes it a habit to spank a fresh spot every few minutes that way my bum never gets a chance to get numb. The initial hair brushing stings the worse and if there is anything I dislike the most it is a stinging spankings. Ann continued to move the hairbrush to fresh areas causing the stinging pain to be spread across the whole bum. When she ran out of fresh areas to spank she started on the thighs, which brought a whole new level of pain and stinging. The thighs are more sensitive than my bum and so it takes less to really make the spanking painful and stinging. As my bum quickly turned a light pink to a darker red Ann lifted the hairbrush high and brought it down with more force. As I lay across her leg I closed my eyes tight and tried to clinch my teeth as to some how lessen the pain. But the harder I tried the harder she spanked. Her whole goal was to get me to the point where I finally stopped fighting the spanking and just simply give into my punishment. I finally went limp and let Ann spank me without fighting her. “Awe now we can get down to business, go ahead and stand up”she said. As I stood up she picked up the wooden spencer paddle and pointed to the bed, “get on your hands and knees.”
As I got into position she asked me how much the tickets cost. I knew I did not want to answer that question so I stammered a bit and tried to avoid the question. She lifted the paddle and give it a high forceful swing hitting me square on the bottom. It caught me by surprise and I yelled out, which only caused her to hit me again as she said “don’t yell! You know I don’t like it when you yell like that, now tell me how much were the tickets!” I stammered some more “I umm they were, you see they were really a great deal” She lifted the paddle again and landed another hard stinging blow to my bum. I clichéd me teeth and tried my best to keep from crying out. “How much were the tickets, David! I’m not going to ask again.” With that she started in with quick shots to my upper legs increasing the force of the spanking until I cried out “$100 dollars” You spent $100 for these tickets?” I thought for a moment, “I’d just tell her yes I spent $100 on the tickets.” But then I thought better and answered no they were $100 a piece. “You spent $200 on tickets and never thought that you should ask me about it first, I guess you just though an extra $200 would just magically appear in the Bank. Did you even look at the budget before you bought the tickets?” I meekly answered, “No Ma’am I just figured I would charge it on the credit card and everything would be just fine.” Well, I guess you made a big mistake didn’t you. Looks like you are in for 200 swats plus another 25 for the interest. Now get ready because these are going to be hard and fast.” With that, she started spanking me with the spencer paddle, as she lifted and landed the paddle over and over again on my bum the pain continued to increase. Because they were so fast the pain never really had a chance to go through its full cycle. By the time she stopped at fifty my bum was on fire, the pain cycle was still going through it process and it felt as though it would never reach its climax. Before the pain finished it course Ann started in on another 50. As she started to paddle me again I cried out loud, I could no longer keep my cries to myself. I started to move around a bit trying to control where the paddle lands. This only led to another five painful swats to my upper legs as Ann said, “hold still” As the second set of fifty came to an end, Ann stopped for a minute to allow the pain to catch up before starting again. At this point my bum felt like it was completely one fire, there was not a single inch that did not radiate a burning sensation. As she continued to paddle me I thought to myself “I never should have bought those tickets without asking Ann first”. When she finished with the 150th swat I started begging her to stop, “I promise I will not buy football tickets without asking you first” “I’m sure you wont” she replied. Now hold still we are almost done. By the time she reached 200 I was spent, I had reached my limit, my bum was fully worn out but I still had 25 more to go. She said “these last 25 are going to be slow and hard to help you remember that I don’t like it when you keep secrets from me.” As she raised the paddle she brought it down on my upper legs just below my bum. This caused a whole new level of pain, as the area was still relatively fresh. She landed all 25 swats on the same spot. The pain seemed unbearable as she let each swat go through it complete pain cycle before landing another one. The spanking was so intense that I could no longer wiggle, fight or protest. As she spanked me I had no choice but to fully give into the spanking.
Ann finally stopped; she looked at me and said “You will never again buy something like this without talking to me first, do you understand me?” I looked into her eyes and answered, “Yes Ma’am I will make sure I always talk with you first before I buy any tickets.” “Good I’m glad you understand.” As she walked away I fell on the bed and lay there trying to find some relief from the pain. But there was no relief and I knew I was in for a long painful evening. I knew that throughout the night I would experience wave of stinging pain as I moved about in my seat. I was no longer looking forward to going to the game as much as I had before the spanking
Spanko Distractions #7 : Turn in Your Homework
Tons of stuff to do? Busy up to your eyeballs? Don’t know what to do first?
Here’s your answer : another Spanko Distraction.
You’re late for school; the teacher has already told you that there would be ‘severe consequences’ if your homework wasn’t turned in, on time, at the beginning of class. You have exactly FIVE MINUTES to turn in your homework or suffer the wrath of the meanest teacher ever.
Go!
Yay! I love surprises, especially from Erica Scott~
There’s something uncertain about the padded envelope. It could contain something small yet really really cool, or it could contain a court summons, or another damn unrequested hemp products catalog, or a misdirected…anything.
This morning’s mystery padded envelope called for a bit of backtracking : Did I order something from Amazon and forget, again? Nope. Not from Amazon. Am I supposed to be waiting for something and have forgotten before it ever arrived? No, all based covered. Hmm…
Maybe I should just open it.
Yay!! Erica’s sent me the new print version of her book ‘Correspondence Hall of Shame: One Woman’s Adventures in Online Idiocy’! I should open my mail more often.
CHOS, for short, is a long-running segment on Erica’s blog, and she’s taken it to new and hilarious heights in the book. Filled with some of the most embarrassingly funny back-and-forth ever, ‘Online Idiocy’ is an excellent subtitle for the correspondence she’s received in her years of writing, blogging, and online socializing. (To find the book on Amazon, in print or for Kindle, click the book above.)
Thanks SO much for this great surprise, Erica! I’ll do my very best not to drop it in the tub. oxxo
– Dana
Favored Phraseology (Unrelated to Spanking)
We all have words and phrases which crop up in our own speech more often than others – favored phraseology, if you will. Many times there are regional influences, dialectical differences, and the like, most of which are part of the diversity of language and usually fun to listen to.
Then there are the ones which seem more like verbal ticks than anything else, like when some people use the word ‘basically’ way too much, or when (tell me you don’t know someone who does this) folks say ‘right?’ after nearly every sentence; there are also the ‘in my opinion’ repeat offenders, and those who like to start every other sentence with the introduction ‘Duuuude…’.
My most common favored phraseology includes:
‘High-quality problem’ – The term I use as an excuse to complain about things which I have no business complaining, like being really busy with work, visiting my relatives, or having lots of cats who all want petting at the exact same minute. These are all (in my opinion…ahem) high-quality problems, as I am lucky enough to have lots of work, people who love me, and really spoiled rotten pets.
‘This was a terrible idea.’ My general statement of regret before leaving the house to go, well…anywhere. I am a hermit at heart, so even the most exciting, adventure-soaked trek always elicits just a bit of ‘what the hell was I thinking?’
‘Rat Bastard!’ Yes, I curse. I’m an adult, I enjoy language, and there’s always the occasion for a good curse. Rat Bastard!, in particular, is the phrase which flies out of it’s own accord when I do something less-than-intelligent, like a) slam my pinkie toe against the foot of the bed – b) drop a full cup of fresh coffee in the middle of the kitchen floor because I didn’t tie the belt on my robe and tripped over it while walking with one eye open – or c) that thing we talked about recently where you walk into a room, full of determination, only to realize that you’ve no idea why you went there in the first place.
** It’s been brought to my attention (by someone who will wonder why he’s being spanked ‘for no reason’ later, that I also have a tendency to begin sentences with the word ‘Now…’. I guess that’s sort of my cue for you to start paying attention, and have confirmed the regularity of the ‘Now…’ phenomenon by re-watching several previous videos I’ve made. Yep. There it is. I say ‘Now…’ a lot.
Well, there you go. We all have little linguistic idiosyncrasies, some maybe a little more annoying than others. Do you ever catch yourself doing this? Thinking, ‘How many times did I just say the word ‘honestly’?, or ‘When did I start saying ‘Duuuuude’? Maybe not. Maybe it’s just me, but I doubt it.
Right?
– Dana
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 12/15
Spying on Auntie
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Telephone Consultations beginning January 2014
Beginning in January, I will be accepting a limited number of monthly telephone consultation appointments. Interested parties may click HERE for more information, and email me directly at danakanespanks@gmail.com for consideration.
– Dana
The Good Housewife
Readers,
My oh my, how the times have changed! Just take a look at these two ads, both using spanking to sell their products, and both also utilizing the archetypal perfect housewife to do so. But that’s where the similarities end…
In this Chase Sanborn coffee ad from sometime before I was born, you see just what could happen to the poor inattentive housewife who accidentally brought home not-so-fresh coffee from her local supermarket. Hubby is not happy:
But in this recent vodka ad, you can see that housewifey has figured out how to make sure that hubby is happy. And also how to delegate:
Game Night
Readers,
One of my famously fun playmates came to visit me here in Las Vegas a few weeks back, and I wanted to help make his trip as enjoyable as possible. So we had Game Night at my place.
Rousing rounds of Abacus Math, Spin the Bottle (previously approved by DrZ to be both fun and safe), and Discipline Darts were followed by my favorite game of the night…
A game I called “A…’s Marks – Test Your Strength”
Thus titled because a) my playmate’s life partner’s name is A…, and b) she specifically requested that he receive marks during our playtime that evening.
(I LOVE it when partners participate in and/or request discipline!)
The object of the game was to make sure that he went home the next day with a well-marked behind – in the name of his lovely wife – while testing his mettle at the same time.
Using the pictured Marwood paddle, I administered firm strokes to his bare cheeks while he was bent over and making chalk marks for each and every whack. Look closely and you’ll see that many of the chalk marks are pretty wobbly, which should attest to what he was feeling at that moment. The end of the game was simple – he had to admit that he couldn’t take any more paddle whacks. I stopped when he said ‘when’.
But there was just a little more to the game…
The final, additional twelve marks signify six with the awful ugly stick (pictured left, and cracked at the end if you look closely) followed by six with the schoolhouse cane. The final three chalk lines slant sharply upward – perfectly in conjunction with my telling him that the final three would be the most severe…and they were.
He forwarded photos of the game board to his lovely wife before and after the round was over, and she seemed amused at the concept.
I was further tickled to receive an email a few days later, saying that not only had he had a lovely time, but that his wife had had an even more lovely time taking advantage of his sore bottom, once he’d returned home. Awesome!
When I talk about ‘playing spanking’, it’s things like this about which I am specifically talking; no other reason to spank or be spanked than the joy and fun and freedom of the act – and maybe a couple brusies (but only if your wife insists).
This couple rocks, as do all my great spanko friends and playmates, and have agreed to allow me to share the photos and mostly true story above with you…many thanks to them.
– Dana
More Mainstream Spanking Talk
Watch Big Bang Theory star Jim Parsons (Sheldon) discuss his….wait for it….
SPANKING TECHNIQUE!!
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update 12/8
100 Strokes : Punishing Joelle
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Give til it Hurts!
Readers,
My friends and many regular blog visitors know that I’m crazy for critters. Like many of you, I share my home with cherished pets and am grateful for everything they add to my life.
In an attempt to help the wider pet population, I’m going to begin holding regular fundraisers here on the blog. We’ll always play a game, have a prize, or in some other way make it fun – but the main goal is to help animals in need, and every penny raised will go to worthy rescue, spay/neuter, and emergency medical and housing, across the U.S. and internationally. I’ll post publicly the amounts raised and donated, always keeping your individual donations private. If you have a favorite animal charity you’d like to add to the list of recipients, or have any other questions, feel free to email me directly at danakanespanks@gmail.com.
Now…let’s roll out Give til it Hurts with:
Implement and Custom Video Raffle #1
Each raffle ticket you purchase entitles you to one chance at the prize. 1 ticket = 1 chance; Five tickets = five chances; 10 tickets = 10 chances; etc.
Raffle Tickets are only $5 each!
You’ll be vying for the chance to win a dual prize :
A set of impressive spanking implements donated by our friends at Caneiac, and a custom video featuring Angel….
TAKING A SWAT FOR EVERY SINGLE DOLLAR RAISED
…exclusively available only to the winner of this raffle.
After viewing your exclusive spanking, you’ll enjoy using this huge collection of Caneiac products on your own favorite bottom (or having them used on yours):
Includes : White Delrin Loop OTK, Black Delrin 3 Strand, Black Delrin Cane SR, Black Delrin Cane JR, Black Delrin Ever Ready, Gatorskin OTK Rubber Paddle.
* To keep things visible and ethical, I’ll find some way to videotape the raffle drawing, so that everyone knows that they have an equal chance to win.
** Raffle #1 will end Friday, January 31, 2014.
To buy raffle tickets, simply email me and tell me how many you’d like. I’ll send you a Paypal invoice which may be paid with a credit/debit card (no Paypal account necessary).
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This should be a whole lot of fun, and it’s an excellent way to both help AND play without having to spend a whole bunch of your hard-earned money.
Naturally, winners will need to be able to receive packages, and will have to provide a physical mailing address in order to receive the implements (video may be delivered either electronically or on DVD).
** I will give the winner of the raffle the option of sharing the Exclusive Video of Angel’s swat count. If he or she allows it, the video will be available to everyone, with all sales donated.
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Help spread the word!
Many of you use social networking tools such as Twitter, Facebook, Fetlife, and the like; some of you have blogs or websites of your own –
Please take a minute to crosspost or mention our efforts on behalf of those furry little voiceless critters we all love so much.
My sincerest thanks,
– Dana
PS. I am also looking for a ‘matcher’ for this raffle. The matcher would agree in advance to match whatever funds are raised during this event, and donate that amount to his or her local animal shelter or rescue. Please contact me directly to discuss.
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 12/1
100 Strokes : Bend Over for the Belt
POV : Caught Sexting
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A hearty Thank you to my top Referrers!
While taking a look at Google Analytics, I noticed that for the most part the top referrers of readers to my blog are pretty unchanging. It seems only right to thank these folks for sending you all my way, whether you meant to land here or not.
In the past three months, the top ten identifiable referrers of traffic (not generated by me, naturally) to this blog are:
1. Cane-iac.com
2. bottomsmarts.blogspot.com
4. spankingbloggersnetwork.blogspot.com
6. spankedhortic.wordpress.com
8. brightbottom.blogspot.com
9. imasecretspanko.blogspot.com
Thanks to you all!
– Dana
Only in Toronto : Secure Strapping
Step right up, Ladies and Gents!
Now, in addition to all it’s other fine services, Toronto’s Pearson airport is proud to offer Secure Strapping –
for the stressed traveling spanko on the go.
It appears as though the strapping is given with those nylon buckle-y things that some people use to tie their suitcases shut. I’m not sure how this feels, but imagine it’s gotta be pretty intense.
There’s a nice man in a suit (which means that he knows what he’s doing) standing directly under the sign, and there’s a little clear plexiglass booth off to the side where I guess the advertised service takes place. Not much privacy, but I guess when you gotta have a good strapping any old plexiglass box will do.
I stood by for around twenty minutes, but there weren’t any takers. The little man in the suit looked disappointed, too, as I’m sure he’d rather be strapping than just standing around. Shame, really, as that would’ve made for a very interesting photo…and maybe I’d have had a better understanding of just what they intend to do with the buckle end of that thing.
So there you have it, folks. The next time you’re stopping over at Pearson airport and need a little Secure Strapping – you’re in luck!
(Please ask someone standing nearby to take a photo.)
– Dana
Free Spanking Video Preview : Mom’s Secret Magazine
Here’s a short preview cut of the recent scene ‘Mom’s Secret Magazine’. See the full scene, along with all the rest, at DanaKaneSpanks.com. Enjoy! – Dana
** Note : Beginning January 2014 I will be accepting a limited number of telephone sessions. See top tab on this page for more info.
– Dana
Getting excellent feedback on the new site format
The new DanaKaneSpanks.com video formatting has been complete for several weeks now, and the feedback from subscribers has been very positive. It seems as though all users are able to either stream much more efficiently, or, even better, download the scenes for leisurely viewing. Many subscribers who reported issues early on are thrilled with the new mp4/download formats, and I’m hoping that everyone else is, too.
If you are – or have been – a subscriber, I’d love to hear from you!
– Dana
Memory Loss : Totally Unrelated to Spanking. Maybe. I can’t remember.
Readers,
I’ve forgotten something important, I’m certain of it. Exactly how I’m certain is something worth thinking about, as if I can remember that I’ve forgotten something then that should logically lead to figuring out what said forgotten thing is. I have rattled my befuddled little mind and, well, it’s just gone.
Poof.
You’ve all had this happen, I’m sure, at least in the short term. It goes something like this: “What was I just about to do? I know it had something to do with the garage, so I’ll go into the garage and see if that jogs my memory. Hmm…nope. Okay, I’ll go back to the kitchen and stand where I was standing when I thought the now lost thought and see if that environment gets me back on track.” standing…standing…looking around… “Dammit! What was I….oh, wait a minute! I remember now…”
This is sort of like that, but it’s been days with this nagging feeling of having lost an important train of thought. Was it something to do with work or travel…? No. Pets? No. Something I am out of and need to replenish ASAP? No. Damn. Is it my birthday again already? Nah, that would be way too cruel.
So what have I forgotten?
Much like the question ‘How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop?’, the world may never know.
Confusedly,
Dana
Get Ready to GIVE
Readers,
We are about to begin fundraising for animal charities nationwide. I’ll be offering silent auctions, custom videos, implements, and myriad other incentives for spankos to GIVE GIVE GIVE!
If you’re interested in helping in any way, please email me directly at danakanespanks@gmail.com.
Follow-up to Spanking on Television post
Readers,
Back in June, I posted up a scene from Big Bang Theory in which Sheldon spanks Amy for faking an illness. The scene itself is giggle-inspiring enough, but I’ve just come across the blooper reel from that season…of course there’s no WAY they got through that scene in one take, and the fact that they had to shoot it over and over again makes it all the more hilarious.
The spanking starts right around 1:49.
Enjoy! – Dana
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 11/17
Midnight Snack
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Amazing Dog Story (Totally Not Spanking Related) : Do Something Good
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Jeffrey and his brother Jermaine were found on the streets in Philadelphia and rescued by Operation Ava. What makes this pair of puppies special is that Jeffrey is blind and Jermaine helps guide him around. The no-kill shelter has been trying to find the two brothers a home for a while now. They wrote on Facebook, “These two are the best of friends and Jermaine does such a great job of guiding his brother around. We want these guys to go to a home together so that Jermaine can continue to help Jeffrey!”
But despite the fact that their adoption fee has been donated and they were featured on local news television, the loving pair are still waiting for a forever home.
Hopefully, that will change soon, especially after people see this heartwarming photo of the pair hugging. Chester County’s SPCA shared this photo of the brothers on their Facebook page and wrote, “Pictures are worth a thousand words, but this one might just leave you speechless. Earlier we posted a picture of Jeffrey, who is blind, and his brother Jermaine, who has dedicated his life to be Jeffrey’s loyal guide dog. Here they are as they sleep, holding on to each other. The unconditional love and devotion these two dogs show is positively inspirational. Jeffrey and Jermaine are STILL waiting at shelter Operation Ava in Philadelphia for their hero to come rescue them! Please open your heart and home to them! For more information or adoption inquiries, please contact Operation Ava at (267) 519-0376 or visit their website.
Read more at http://www.dogheirs.com/larne/posts/4510-blind-puppy-and-his-guide-dog-brother-looking-for-forever-home-together#iQP5dGfEYW1dPoPc.99
Welcome, and thank you!
To the 30+ thousand visitors who’ve made the move to this new blog platform with me, and especially to the 900+ registered users –
Thank you.
Sincerely. Knowing that there are people out there reading and enjoying this blog is immensely satisfying to me (although I’ll admit that I’d probably write it anyway, even if nobody read, just to have another way to talk too damn much).
With something like 625 published posts, this thing has become much more prolific than I’d imagined when I began, and, although I do spend a reasonable amount of time complaining about sitting in front of the computer too much, there’s something wonderfully enjoyable about setting out all this funny, personal, and wacko information into the worldwide ether.
I hope that you keep coming back, reading and participating, and that you’ll drop me a line sometime or leave a comment on a post you’ve particularly enjoyed, since getting to know one another is sort of the point of all this, isn’t it?
With gratitude,
Dana
New Free F/M Spanking Video : The Devil Loop
Here’s another fun Product Testing with Dana Kane video – in this one, we’re testing Caneiac’s Devil Loop. Evil!
Enjoy~
– Dana
Conversations with Spankos : This Thing We (don’t) Do
Readers,
Waxing philosophical.
This isn’t about what happens when we play, but what happens when we don’t.
Even if you are one of the Lucky Ones – those who have someone close with whom you play on a regular basis – sometimes life simply gets in the way. We can’t always be Toppy-Tip-Top and Bottomy-Spankbuns; sometimes we have to be ourselves…our boring, workaday, no-time-or-energy-for-spanking-selves.
I’ve encountered this issue when talking with couple-friends, and also simply when reading the blogs of other spankos; there are times when spanking simply will not fit into our lives. Usually, we simply allow the other things going on to crowd it out: had to get up early this morning, didn’t sleep well last night, hip kinda hurts, work was particularly gnarly, ad nauseam. Sound familiar?
It’s easy to set aside the things we most enjoy when Real Life comes knocking, demanding our attentions and energies. Giving up our pleasures reinforces to us that we’re making a Sacrifice by living our day-to-day lives, and that only when things are smooth will we ‘deserve’ to enjoy those pleasures again. In denying ourselves the things we truly enjoy, we further insure that things will not be fun in the near future. Before you know it, it’s all work and no play, and Jack has become a very dull boy.
Maybe the idea of giving or receiving a spanking sounds like the least appealing thing to you right now, because there’s just too much other crap going on and you don’t feel like it. So you wait til tomorrow. Tomorrow something’s going to happen – there’s a mystery transaction which the bank needs you to sort out in person, or the cat’s all of a sudden making a very strange noise which causes you to rush off to the vet. The point is that there will always, always, always be things which stand in direct contrast to our interest in making spanking (feel free to insert any pleasurable activity here, as it’s really all the same) a ‘regular’ part of our lives. Whether we go the extra mile in carving out intentional time for it is up to us.
Example : exercise. Nobody really likes to exercise. Not really really. Especially at first, developing a regular exercise routine can be exquisite torture – the first two weeks are hunky dory, but things usually get pretty ugly before you get past the part where you’d rather shove a stranger than get back on that damned treadmill again. But you do it anyway, because you want to live longer…and because you feel good after. Also because it will likely make your butt look better, which is an excellent added bonus for any spanko, top or bottom.
Same with spanking, right? You feel good after. It’s the Before that we need to work on. As in many areas of our lives, we often get into the groove of talking rather than doing. We talk about our want, need, and desire to play; we talk about all the things (read: excuses) which are seemingly intent upon making that desire go unmet; and, if we leave it long enough, we talk about whose fault it is that we are feeling unhappy and unfulfilled.
It is my most personal opinion that we all talk entirely too damn much.
So what if you’ve had a hectic day? We’ve ALL had a hectic day. Every adult human on this planet is met with myriad stressors on a daily basis. Using those stressors as excuses to avoid pleasure is, in a word, hooey.
It’s when our lives are most stressed that we need the most relief. If spanking play registers as relief for you, what possible good are you doing by disallowing time and energy to it’s pursuit?
Weigh in here, please. What gets in the way of your pleasure? And, if you’re able to see it from my perspective, why do you allow it? What can we do to make sure that we have the foresight to always make time for joy?
– Dana
Spanking PSA : More Spanking Info for Newbies
Last Spanking PSA we touched on spanko terminology, and this time we’ll look at finding someone with whom to correspond, chat, or play.
As we discussed recently when one of my playmates gifted me some classic spanko periodicals, getting in touch with others of a like mind is different now than ever before. Most of us meet new folks online now, rather than at an afternoon social, and pen pals have been mostly replaced by IM or Skype pals. With all this interaction available at our fingertips, it can become overwhelming for us when we’re just beginning our Spanko Learning Search; it’s easy to end up in the wrong ‘place’.
I’m going to list some online resources which may be helpful in finding others with your particular interests. *Remember that I don’t suggest any particular activity on these sites, if any, and have no vested interest in any site or link – take a look around, and always trust your instincts.
- The largest and most obvious of the social networks, for our purposes, is FetLife.com. There are a gazillion kinky people on the site, all with profiles similar to what you may remember from MySpace. Registered users can make ‘friends’, send private messages, join groups, and see what’s/who’s happening in their area. And it’s free. *Just like all social networks, remember that your identity is yours to protect – best to proceed with discretion, always.
- Shadow Lane (shadowlane.com) has been leading the social spanko community for decades, and they always have a weekly moderated chat available to registered users. It’s a low-pressure way to interact with other spankos, and you don’t have to worry about the conversation going south because there’s always someone (a moderator) online, making sure that everyone plays nice.
- SpankingNeeds.com offers a moderately-trafficked discussion board with many topics, links, and members available for chat.
- Spanko Groups (look for the link list on the right-hand side of this page, toward the bottom) are an excellent way for more extroverted newbies to meet other spanking fetishists. Most require registration, and many charge a small entrance fee to cover costs of putting on the meetings, and most will also insure your privacy and discretion.
- Pro spankers and spankees (another link list of pro spankers can be found in the right-hand sidebar, as well) are almost always happy to help new players learn the ins and outs of spanking play. As with any new playmate, make sure to get to know one another before you play, and that you have similar interests and goals for your playtime.
- Spanko.net and SpankingTube.com feature free spanking videos, member profiles, and social networking/email/private messaging capabilities.
Get out there. Take a look around. Be smart.
And have fun!
– Dana
Creative Ways to Fundraise?
Readers,
Like many of you, I am an animal lover. Having five cats and one fat little dog currently, and spending quite a lot of time networking for animal rescues and charities on the side, pets are a constant part of my life – and while I know that there is only so much room in any home, there’s still a ton of stuff we can do to help other animals in need.
With that, I’ve been mulling over the idea of doing some sort of fundraising for animal charities. Naturally, as my audience is primarily spanko, the theme of said venture would be somehow tied to spanking.
I’ve thought about setting up a booth at vendor fairs for larger spanko parties, but the logistics of that seemed pretty damn daunting (and costly, which sort of goes against the end purpose).
A spanking raffle, where entrants buy ‘tickets’ for a set amount, with the chance to win a spanking, also occurred.
As has the idea of making custom videos of varying length for donations of varying amounts.
I think all these ideas sound great, but then again I think it’s also a great idea for everyone to just write a check, right now, to their local cause. Barring that, I’m interested in your thoughts and opinions…what do you think would be the best and most effective way to reach spankos for a Good Cause? (Keep in mind that I’m always MORE than happy to give stuff away in pursuit of happiness.)
* It should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: Any amount donated would go directly and fully to reputable, non-profit animal charities, and anyone participating may remain completely anonymous.
– Dana
From our UK Laureate : The Ballad of Emmeline Spankhurt
Readers,
It’s always a special treat for me when one of my favorite authors, UK Laureate, finds time in his hectic schedule to write and share his excellent spanking stories, prose, and poetry, and this time is no exception.
‘The Ballad Of Emmeline Spankhurt’ is whimsical, which means that, naturally, I love it…and think you will, too.
– Dana
The Ballad of Emmeline Spankhurt
This tale I’ll tell from years gone by, the early twentieth century,
In England’s land when males ruled and women were in drudgery,
Their lives bowed down with servitude, their status second-class,
Ambition low, they struggled on to earn a little brass.
But not all women were so meek, and change was in the offing;
Led by Emmeline Pankhurst there’d be no more cap doffing.
“Votes for women” was her cry, “No more we’ll be downtrodden,
We want a world where women have a role that’s strong and modern.”
Her call inspired much ire from those who liked the status quo,
But not so one young woman who was filled with bravado.
‘I’m going to change my life,’ she thought, ‘I want a better deal,
The world will be a better place if men are brought to heel.’
‘In honour of my heroine I’ll take her very name
But change the letters slightly ’cos it cannot be the same;
With s at one instead of eight to show my life intention
And make it clear that for my sex there is a new dimension!’
And so was born Miss Spankhurt, Edwardian disciplinarian.
Her aim was power over men, domestic not parliamentarian;
“With whips not votes” she emphasized “we’ll get emancipation –
The weaker sex will be no more, instead its domination!”
Now her husband was a man of means who owned the local mill;
To honour and obey she’d pledged, in church she’d said “I will”,
But now her will was different, ’twas time to turn the table,
No more would she bow down to him, his rule she’d disenable.
Next day she told him of her plans, no more she’d be subservient,
“From here on in what I say goes, to me you’ll be obedient.”
Her tone was firm, her manner stern, she left him in no doubt
That sins would mean her sexual charms he’d have to do without!
“What’s more,” she said, “I’ll punish you as though you were a child;
Across my knee you’ll swiftly go for spankings hard and wild.
And have no thought from shame and pain your feelings will be spared –
Oh yes indeed, I’ll tan your hide, your bottom duly bared.”
These words he heard with disbelief and not a little shock;
Could this be true or was it all just female poppycock?
He thought it best to humour her and let her notions fade,
And still be there as helpmate and his lover, cook and maid.
Was e’er a man so foolish, his judgement flawed and dated?
Within a week he found himself confronted and berated;
No longer meek and mild she soon hauled him ’cross her knee
And spanked him hard repeatedly, in line with her decree.
But even so he didn’t learn and made mistakes again;
Her punishments she strengthened with the use of birch and cane,
And over time he came to see that she was now the boss –
His actions he amended to avoid her getting cross.
Miss Spankhurt had a friend so dear, whose husband was uncouth,
A scoundrel he, philanderer, who rarely told the truth;
In league the women pondered, a plan him to repay –
A trap they set, temptation, with the promise of horseplay!
Oh what a shock this dastard had, ’twas not what he imagined;
Instead of hanky-panky he was spanked and disciplined.
The horseplay he encountered was designed to give him gyp,
His backside lashed repeatedly with crop and dressage whip.
This tale now moves on two years, our heroine’s fame had spread;
The suffragettes all cheered the way she turned men’s bottoms red.
No longer did she work for free, her fee was guineas three,
Presented to her graciously while down on bended knee.
From all across the land they came, all men with habits naughty –
Both Lords and men of humble birth, some young but most past forty –
To Emmeline it mattered not, she spanked them with vitality;
They left so sore, a recompense for all their life’s rascality.
In keeping with her assumed name she made the spankings hurt;
Not just her hand but whips she used, sjambok, chabouk and quirt.
In all her work she took delight, a smile upon her face;
It pleased her having full control, exposing men’s disgrace.
’Tis said with cane she was severe, and also with the birch;
Her clients spoke of angry welts – or so says my research.
Dear friends, I ask you honestly, can you believe it’s true
That men should seek such discipline and punishment pursue?
Indeed they did, and still today we seek out those who please,
A woman strong and feisty with a whip in her valise.
How good it is we know of one whose name befits her trade –
Ms Dana Kane we love you, please don’t let our spank-marks fade!
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Spanking Party Star entry ‘Miss Redbuns’
One last, great story from the ‘Spanking Party Star’ writing contest,’Miss Redbuns’ is an excellent way to end the month….enjoy.
– Dana
Miss Redbuns
My boss gave me two choices. My first option was, I could spend the day at work, in my usual 8 to 5 shift as his dutiful secretary, as I did every weekday throughout the year. My second choice was I could spend the day attending an annual spanking party, as his date, and get paid as I would for a normal workday. I didn’t have to think very long before telling Danny I’d be happy to accompany him to this “spanking party,” whatever it was.
What it was, was an annual gathering of spanking enthusiast business owners, who would get together for a luncheon at a banquet hall downtown. It was a great way to reconnect with old contacts and network, as most of the attendees were owners of spanking related business. My boss, Danny, is the CEO of Naughty Novelties, a company that produces adult toys for the BDSM crowd. He said the annual convention was a great way to meet new clients to increase ad revenue for the magazine. I saw the convention as a great way to get out of the office for a day and still get paid, so we all had our reasons for attending.
Now, I am no stranger to spanking. I am a little embarrassed to admit this, but, I get spankings. A lot. Danny made it very clear to me during my interview for the job, that one of his expectations of me was that I would have to submit to spankings whenever asked of me. It was a fantasy of his, for many years, to one day work in an office and have a young hottie for a personal secretary, to wear short skirts that she could give spankings to on a regular basis. I seemed to fit the bill for both my looks and attitude, so he hired me.
I figured, why not? The pay was great and I got to wear cute sexy clothes to work, so it seemed like a great gig. And to be totally honest with you, I actually kind of enjoyed the spankings. Sometimes I cried and put up a fuss, but if I really didn’t like them, I didn’t need to stay at that job. There was something I found a bit thrilling when Danny would call me into his office and order me to bend over his desk. I loved the adrenaline rush; the nervous sense of anticipation, as I placed my hands on his desk and stuck out my behind. And when he’d instruct me to lift my skirt, and lower my panties? That just added to the fun. I loved being able to feel the spankings that much better. Even if it made sitting a bit uncomfortable for the rest of the day.
By the way, my name’s Lea Kim. I’m 22 years old, Asian American, and I like music and dance. I have long black hair, a slim body and a round bubble butt. I’ve been told I’m very attractive with and without clothes. I’ve been a secretary at Naughty Novelties for six months, so this is my first year with the opportunity to attend the annual Belts and Bottoms Spanking Party.
Belts and Bottoms, a magazine that features spanking stories as well as advice for readers interested in the BDSM lifestyle, hosts this event every year. The event consists of a meet and greet, with hors d’oeuvres, a luncheon, a screening of some spanking videos submitted by guests, and finally, a spanking competition.
This competition involves female contestants getting spanked on stage in front of the entire party. Each girl is spanked ten times per round. The first round they are spanked by hand, the second round via paddle. Later other methods are implemented, each gradually more severe than the last. The girl who can withstand the most swats is crowned Miss Redbuns, and her company is featured prominently in the next quarter’s edition of Belts and Bottoms. This creates excellent publicity for Miss Redbuns’ place of employment, so naturally Danny was very adamant that I compete.
Not wanting to disappoint, I agreed, and signed my name onto the application form at the entrance of the banquet hall. I could sense the smiles of the gentlemen watching me as I signed. It was obvious they were eager to see a young pretty Asian girl get her bottom spanked. I was quite excited as well so it was likely to be a fun day.
I learned shortly after arriving that I had some stiff competition. Apparently, the title of Miss Redbuns had been won by the same girl the past six years in a row. Deanna Franklin was a spanking actress and model, and was therefore quite used to having her bottom smacked, paddled, belted and caned. I recognized her face from the copies of Belts and Bottoms that Danny let lying around the office. She was a tall leggy blonde, standing at the entrance of the banquet hall smiling and laughing with several of the guests. As I finished signing my name to the application form, she approached me.
“You’re new here?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, extending my hand. “I’m Lea.”
“Deanna,” she said, shaking my hand. “You’re pretty brave doing this. You should be proud.”
“Thanks,” I said. Deanna picked up the pen and signed her name on the form in the slot below mine.
“You ever been spanked before, Lea?” Deanna asked, not looking up from the form.
“Yes,” I nodded. “By my boss. Lots of times.”
“Well, you’re in the big leagues now,” Deanna said. “Vincent is not kind when he’s wailing on you up there.”
I felt a chill go up my spine.
“Well, best of luck to you,” Deanna said, cheerfully. I gulped.
I spent the next hour making small talk with other guests at the party. Most of them were quite supportive, and gave me their best wishes in the spanking competition. I, on the other hand, was so nervous that when the luncheon was served, I couldn’t eat a bite! Danny gave me a reassuring pat on the butt and assured me it would be alright.
I did notice a delicious fondue pot was available. I helped myself to a few chocolate covered strawberries but that was all I could eat.
After dinner there was a screening of a few spanking videos. To my displeasure I saw a few of them featured Deanna Franklin. In one video, Deanna was dressed in a schoolgirl’s costume while a stern lady teacher thrashed her with a belt. Deanna held her poise for what seemed like an eternity, and never once begging for a reprieve.
“May I have your attention please?” Scott Hawkley, the emcee of the evening, took to the stage. He had a microphone in his hand and was dressed in a fine white vest and dress pants. “How’s everyone enjoying the fondue?”
A few cheers shot from the audience.
“We thought you’d like that. Well folks, it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for, our annual spanking competition!”
The audience erupted in applause. Scott invited the contestants onto the stage. There looked to be about fifteen of us, all nervous and waiting our turns to be spanked. One by one, he read off our names and asked us to introduce ourselves. I stood nervously wringing my hands until finally, he got to my name.
“Lea Kim,” Scott said, reading off the application form. I stepped forward.
“Nice to see a fresh face this year,” Scott said. “Where do you work?”
“Naughty Novelties,” I said. The audience applauded.
“Ah, you work for good old Danny,” Scott said. “Our sympathies.”
The audience laughed. I let out a chuckle.
“Well Lea, we wish the best of luck to you,” Scott said. He finished introducing the other contestants, but I was so nervous I realized I didn’t even hear a word he said. Finally, he introduced the last girl, and was ready to begin.
“Here’s the rules, girls. Each of you gets a turn taking ten swats. If it gets too much for you, all you’ve got to do is say our special safe word, and you’ll be eliminated from the competition. Last girl standing will win the title of Miss Redbuns. In honor of the delicious condiment we’ve been served this afternoon, our safe word this year will be ‘fondue.’”
This got an applause from the audience.
“Are we ready to see some spankings?” Scott asked. The audience cheered.
“Then let the spanking competition commence!”
Scott called the first girl to come to his side. Her name was Allison, and Scott asked her to bend over. As she did, a large, muscular-in-a-handsome way man approached her. This was Vincent, the Designated Spanker. He would be giving all of us our spankings.
I watched with nervous excitement as Vincent smacked his palm across Allison’s bottom ten times. She squealed after each one, but when he was finished, she did not hesitate to return to her place in line, ready for the next round.
Vincent repeated this procedure with the next girl. And the next. And the next. Until finally it was my turn.
“Lea Kim,” Scott said. Nervously, I stepped forward. “Let’s see how this lovely newcomer fares.”
I took my place in the center of the stage and bent over. I rested my hands on my knees and waited. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Ye-owch!” I squealed. Vincent spanked me hard. I tired to hold my composure but he just kept smacking me, again and again, until he reached ten swats.
I cringed as I stood upright. I rubbed my bottom and took my place back in line. Vincent spanked much harder than Danny did. I hoped I wouldn’t have to cut out too early.
When it was Deanna’s turn, I watched with amazement as she held herself so gracefully. I couldn’t believe she could remain so calm and complacent. It was if she didn’t even feel it, and yet the sound of Vincent’s hand striking her buttocks was loud enough to be heard throughout the dining hall. After ten swats, Deanna shot a flirty glace at the crowd and returned to the lineup.
“All right, looks like all of our ladies survived the first round!” Scott declared. “Time to take this competition up a notch!”
Allison returned to center stage, and Scott instructed her to lift her dress. Allison did as she was told, and exposed her panty-covered bottom to the audience. This got many whoops and hollers from the crowd. Allison wore very pretty light blue panties, and her bottom looked quite firm and sexy. This did not stop Vincent from laying ten hard swats on her delicate bottom, causing her once again to squeal after each one. Even so, she rose to her feet and with as much dignity as she could muster returned to the line.
Vincent continued spanking the girls on top of their panties. One girl, a pretty young Italian girl named Gina, revealed she was not even wearing any panties underneath her flippy red dress. Consequently Gina gave the crowd a peek at her bare buns a bit earlier than the rest of us. She managed her spankings with grace, and returned to the lineup.
I felt my heart skip a beat when Scott called my name. Even so, I walked to the center of the stage and turned my back to the audience. I could sense their anticipation of seeing me lift my dress; there was a wave of baited silence.
“Well go on, darling, lift the dress,” Scott said, urging me on. I took a deep breath, and pulled up my dress.
I heard a few wolf whistles as I unveiled my lacy white panties to the crowd. The crowd was obviously enjoying the show. I bent forward and awaited my spankings. I felt my face heat up to what felt like three hundred degrees. I has never felt so exposed and vulnerable. Soon after, Vincent raised his palm, and smacked my panty-covered bottom ten times.
When he was finally done, I felt a tear dribble down my cheek and I returned to my feet. I kept my face away from the crowd and walked back to the line. For reasons I couldn’t explain, I felt more embarrassed by my pain than anything else. I didn’t want anyone to know I’d suffered.
Deanna handled herself with much more finesse when she was spanked on the seat of her pretty pink panties. She once again smiled and returned to the lineup as if he’d just given her a kiss rather than ten hard swats on her scantily-clad behind.
“Round three!” Scott announced. Allison was up again. Scott instructed her this time to not only lift her dress, but also to remove her panties. The crowd cheered as she slipped her sexy blue panties down her thighs and bent over. Her cheeks were already slightly pink, and Vincent looked eager to darken their hue.
Ten hard smacks to Allison’s bare bottom left her in tears, but still she returned to the lineup. The other girls reacted the same way, even Gina, who had her bottom spanked on the bare for the second time in this game.
Once again it was my turn. It seemed I was fast becoming a fan favorite, as the crowd cheered louder than ever when I lifted my dress and lowered my panties for my excited audience’s pleasure.
The spankings stung. Without my dress or panties for protection, my very sensitive cheeks had to bear the full brunt of Vincent’s smacks. I squealed and I cried, but I made it. I even got an applause from my growing fan base as I rose to my feet and pulled my panties back up over my stinging bottom.
“Round four!” Scott announced.
Vincent exited the stage, but soon returned with a sturdy wooden paddle. He gave an evil smile to Allison, who gasped as Vincent beckoned her towards him. “All right, lets see how these lovely ladies fair against the PADDLE!”
If being spanked by hand was terrifying, it was ten times worse when seeing a wooden paddle come smacking down against a pretty girl’s bottom. On the plus side, we at least got to remain fully dressed for the paddle, at least for this round.
I was in pure agony when the paddle struck my behind, which was still sore from the previous spankings. However I absolutely did not want to be the first girl to be eliminated. I thought that would be embarrassing both for myself and for Danny, so I was determined to hold out. Unfortunately, it seemed most of the other girls felt the same way. Each of them looked ready to quit, but the look in their eyes told me they had no intention of doing so.
Round five saw the first elimination. Poor Janie was only on the fourth stroke of the paddle on the seat of her panties when she cried out “fondue.”
“Good effort Janie!” Scott said, crossing Janie’s name off the list. One down, fourteen to go. I watched as Janie rubbed her bottom as she returned to the audience, softly crying.
Soon after, Gina also said the safe word, no doubt regretting her decision for forgo her panties in a spanking competition. I managed to refrain from saying the safe word, tempted though I was, when I felt the burn of the paddle against my panty-covered bottom in round five. I took short, deep breaths, and tried to tune out the pain, just as I did all those times when I was bent over Danny’s desk.
It occurred to me, at that moment, that all those spankings Danny gave me weren’t just to punish me for being an imperfect secretary. Danny was training me. I realized I wasn’t the beginner I thought I was. I had just as much, if not more experience than most of these other girls. I actually had a chance.
Round six saw four eliminations, bringing the total down to nine. Being paddled on the bare bottom wasn’t something a lot of girls could handle, it seemed. Deanna was handling herself just fine, though. She seemed her usual perky self in spite of the increasing reddening color forming across her cheeks.
“Round seven!” Scott announced. The nine remaining girls gasped as Vincent appeared onstage carrying a long black leather belt. He cracked it loudly, making several of us jump. He smiled at Allison and invited her to take her place.
Everyone made it through round seven, in spite of the squeals and cries. We lost one girl in eight and one in nine, leaving seven girls remaining for round ten, when Vincent entered the stage carrying a sturdy wooden cane.
“It’s come to this folks, round ten, and with seven girls remaining!” Scott said. “We’ve never had this many girls this late in the game, so this is sure to be a tense round!”
I stopped to think, deciding perhaps this was the round to call it quits. I was clearly up against some fierce competition if it was unusual for this many girls to remain for this many rounds. I watched in anticipation as Allison bent over for her caning.
WHACK!
Allison squealed. Vincent caned her again, and again, until after four strokes, Allison eeked out a quiet “fondue.”
The audience applauded, and a tearful Allison returned to her table. Six left. The next girl, a sultry brunette named Mandy, dropped the safe word after one stroke. To my shock and horror, the next girl and the next girl gently excused herself from the competition until it was finally my turn.
“Good luck,” Deanna whispered to me, smiling. I felt a chill go up my spine.
“Well, let’s see if lovely Lea can survive a round with the cane,” Scott said. “Show us what you’ve got!”
I leaned forward, thanking my lucky stars that I didn’t have to remove any clothing for this round and waited.
WHACK!
I screamed. I’d never been caned like this before, and it was worse than any other implement I’d ever gotten. I wondered how even a girl like Deanna could tolerate such an unfathomable amount of pain.
WHACK!
I screamed again. My bottom felt like it was on fire. I waited and prayed. I knew that if I could survive this round, than maybe, just maybe, I could win by attrition. I had to. No one else could tolerate this, I was sure of it!
WHACK!
And I wasn’t sure if I could. I screamed, and I wailed. But I didn’t give up. He caned me again and again, and soon each whack blended into the next. Before I knew it, I had made it to ten.
“Let’s give her a hand, that was incredible!” Scott said. I got a heavy applause, and took my place in line. As I did, Deanna whispered to me again.
“Now let me show you how it’s done,” Deanna said.
Now I saw what Deanna’s game was about. She wasn’t braver or stronger than the rest of us. She just knew how to psych us out. I could tell by the tremor in her voice she was petrified at the thought of going through what she had just witnessed me endure. So I shot back at her:
“You don’t have to do this just to impress me.” The look on Deanna’s face told me everything I needed to know. I could beat her. All I had to do was make her believe nothing would stop me, and she would fold.
Round ten saw the exit of every girl but me and Deanna. She tolerated each strike of the cane, but I could tell she was getting frustrated at not being able to get inside my head.
“Your turn,” she said, returning triumphantly from her ten licks, and I knew that with so many other girls eliminated, my next turn was going to come much sooner.
“She made ten on top of her dress, but can our beautiful newcomer handle a caning on top of her panties? Let’s find out!” Scott said.
I lifted my dress and bent forward, groaning as I did. I had to think of something that would give me an edge. Something that would help me better my chances of winning.
WHACK!
I squealed. The crowd cheered. And as if a light had gone on over my head, I realized what I needed to do. Deanna may be the reigning champion, but I could win the crowd’s favor over her.
“Wait,” I said, holding out my hand.
“Uh oh,” Scott said. “Is our newcomer ready to back out?”
“On the contrary,” I said. I slipped off my panties and kicked them into the crowd. Several men fought over them until one man grabbed them and stuffed them into his suit jacket. “I don’t need these.”
I shot a smile at Deanna. Scott’s eyes went wide.
“Wow! Our newcomer is showing our queen how its done! This will be a match to remember, folks!”
I bent over once again, and invited Vincent to continue. I had to hope that this would make me more intimidating to Deanna, but I feared I might have just sealed my fate.
WHACK!
Vincent caned me again, and I cried out in agony. Still, I held my ground, doing everything in my power to avoid spoiling my bluff. I thought I might possibly be able to endure one more round, but after this, I was done. If this didn’t win it for me, Deanna could keep her crown.
But I could not quit yet. I would look stupid if I quit in the same round as the stunt I just pulled, so I had that to motivate me. Just one more round.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
I held back my squeals. I had to look strong. Simply knowing I was almost done seemed to give me a bit of strength. I endured five more hellish strikes of the cane, and let the crowd admire my bruised bottom before taking to my feet.
“I’ve never seen anything like this folks, not in the twelve years of hosting this event,” Scott said. “This girl’s got guts!”
I got a huge applause. I put on the best fake smile I could, and walked back towards Deanna.
“You were saying?” I asked, smugly.
It took everything in me to maintain my demeanor. I was ready to burst into tears, but I couldn’t. Not yet. I couldn’t even enjoy watching the fear in Deanna’s eyes as she returned to her place on the stage, ready for ten more licks on the cane.
Not to be outdone, Deanna slid off her panties, and tossed them into the crowd just as I had. I had to laugh at her copycat gesture, a desperate move on her part. She bent over, and I saw the horrendous bruising on her soft, supple cheeks. I knew that my own bottom couldn’t have looked much different.
WHACK!
Deanna held back a scream, but I could see her tremble.
WHACK!
Tears dribbled from her eyes. She tried to turn away, so I wouldn’t see her, but I still could.
WHACK!
Deanna was sobbing. Everyone could hear it. She wanted that crown so badly. But she was not prepared to go against the likes of me.
WHACK!
She let out a scream. Vincent stopped. He waited. A noise in Deanna’s mouth was forming. She was trying to say something. She cried. Hearing only muffled cries, Vincent caned her again.
WHACK!
“Fondue!” Deanna screamed.
“We have a winner!” Scott declared.
The next few moments were a blur. I heard applause. Everyone was cheering for me. Danny joined me on stage. Scott placed a tiara on my head.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present, Lea Kim, our new Miss Redbuns!”
Only then, did I cry.
I could barely sit. The car ride back to the office was uncomfortable and painful, but Danny could not stop smiling.
“You did it! I knew it!” Danny kept saying over and over.
“Thanks,” I said, too exhausted to speak any more. I stared out the car window at the starry night sky and let my tired eyes drift shut.
“You’re going to be famous! Our company is going to be famous!” Danny said. I nodded in appreciation.
“I sure hope so,” I muttered.
“About time somebody took that crown away from Deanna,” Danny said, chuckling.
I sighed.
“Well she can have it back next year if she wants it so bad,” I said. “No more for me.”
Danny shook his head.
“Aww, we’ll see.”
‘Expecting the Inevitable’ F/F spanking story
Readers,
Here is another of the noteworthy entries to last month’s ‘Spanking Party Star’ writing contest. I know you’ll love ‘Accepting the Inevitable.’
– Dana
Accepting the Inevitable
She said that I would be getting spanked tonight in the main room. Not because I had done anything wrong, simply because she wanted to spank me there. When all my protests boiled down to “but I’ll be embarrassed” she gave me that look, the one that said she’d heard me and it wasn’t that she didn’t care, it was simply that her will was overruling my own in this matter.
So here I was trying to unobtrusively wander the room hoping that in all the excitement of having new playmates and all her various other spankees wandering around and all of them more than willing to go over her lap, she forget about the spanking she wanted to give me.
I was, of course, attired exactly as I’d been instructed because much as I didn’t want her to spank me in public at all, I certainly didn’t want her giving me a punishment spanking instead of the “just because” one she’d decided on. I wore a thong because the rules of public play at this event required one for bare bottomed spankings. Over the thong I wore a pair of the full-cut panties she preferred because she had informed me that she still wanted to enjoy the moment of removing them, despite the event’s modesty rules. Otherwise I was wearing my own regular clothes of jeans and a t-shirt since I’d been told to otherwise dress in a manner that was comfortable for me. She wanted me uncomfortable for other reasons tonight.
I have to admit it was a fun party and I’d enjoyed watching the antics of everyone else there. The first night there’d been a school based event with many of the bottoms dressing like school children in uniforms or naughty approximations thereof and everyone who wasn’t “in uniform” got pulled into the play anyway for being out of uniform so no one’s bottom had gone unsmacked if they didn’t want it to. There had been a lot of laughter and teasing and pranks played as everyone was a little bit silly. The spankers had all been dressed as headmasters and mistresses to make the play all the more fun.
The implement demonstration booths had been going strong both nights and there was no shortage of people volunteering to demonstrate how implements worked. There was also no shortage of people volunteering their own bottoms to be used for these demonstrations. It was a convivial atmosphere with slaps and smacks against bottoms echoing through the place non-stop as spankings happened just about everywhere.
But that didn’t mean I wanted my bottom to be on the receiving end of any such treatment. Not in public anyway. It would have been fine in the hotel room and had been last night, when we were away from the crowd but this was…no longer a matter for discussion.
And at that moment, she looked up and saw me, making eye contact from across the room. She smiled warmly and a little teasingly as she crooked her finger at me in a clear command for me to cross the room to her. I sighed and reluctantly trudged across the room like a condemned person going to the gallows.
When I reached her, I stopped at exactly the respectful distance I’d been taught and kept my eyes on her face. She said she didn’t like having her bottoms staring at the floor as it gave their minds too much time to wander. She wanted us to watch her face and pay attention to what she was saying, even when it was nonverbal. The expression on her face now was thoughtful as she read my body language in return.
“I think before we begin you will do five minutes in the corner, missy.” Such a short span of time wasn’t really punishment to me and she knew it. Corner time of that duration was most useful to me as a focusing tool, giving me time to achieve a proper mindset. Of course, it worked best when I was given a thought to focus on as well and she knew that too. “While you are there, think very hard on which one of us in charge of deciding when, where, and why you are spanked. Can you do that?”
I nodded and respectfully said, “Yes, ma’am.”
She looked very sternly at me. “What are you to do?” She prompted.
“I’m to think about which of us is in charge, ma’am.”
“In charge of what?” She prompted.
I blushed. I hated saying the word but knew what she wanted. “In charge of deciding when, where, and why I’m s-spanked, ma’am.” I stuttered the word.
She nodded. “Five minutes then. Over there.” She pointed to a nearby corner, conveniently empty as though she had planned this, which she probably had. “Hands behind your back.”
I nodded and moved silently to place my nose in the corner, clasping my hands together behind my back and standing still.
I began focusing my thoughts on what I’d been instructed to think about, reminding myself that I’d consented to have her in charge and that she was the one who had final say on all spankings. It was calming and helped me slip into the proper mindset, the one that submitted to her will and accepted that when it came to spankings, she knew what was best for me.
I was so into the comforting space of my own mind I almost missed feeling her hand touch my shoulder giving me the signal that my time was up and I could come out. I took a moment to regroup my thoughts before I turned, which gave her time to reseat herself comfortably and be ready for me.
I went to her in a more accepting frame of mind. I still wasn’t completely willing to be spanked in public but I was willing to submit to her and accept what she deemed proper. That was all that was required of me in this moment.
Her hands reached out and unbuttoned my jeans, undoing the zipper then sliding them down to my knees. She gently took my upper arm to help guide me over her lap helping me get situated so that we were both comfortable with my position.
Her hand slid over the panties, tugging at the edges of them, smoothing them out and giving my bottom little gentle pats. Not firm enough to sting but just enough that I knew she was preparing to start. Then she began.
It was clear from the beginning that even though this spanking was just because, she was not playing around. The sharp crack! of her palm meeting my bottom echoed around the room causing more than one head to turn. The sting of it was immense and though I blushed to think about the audience we’d surely attract with all this noise, I didn’t have long to dwell on the matter as the stinging in my bottom built rapidly.
I tried to stay still and quiet but it became readily apparent that she had no intention of letting me be so. When I stayed taciturn past the point where I’d normally be squirming and yelping and wriggling just a little bit to get away, she moved her spanks from my bottom to my upper thighs drawing a startled yelp out of me as I began squirming involuntarily.
She laughed and kept it up until my thighs were bright red and all thoughts of staying still and quiet had left my head. I was squirming enough now that she’d put her other arm around my waist to help keep me on her lap. It was a relief when she returned her igniting smacks to my bottom, leaving my poor thighs alone.
When she stopped for a moment, running her hand over my panty clad bottom, I briefly thought that maybe she’d taken pity on me and we were done. I knew I was wrong a moment later when I felt her hands slip into the waistband of my panties and begin slowly tugging them down.
She enjoyed this moment in any spanking and she drew it out every chance she got. Now, with an audience and me still wriggling slightly on her lap, red bottomed and red faced, she took her time. It felt like an eternity could have passed in the time it took her to ease the panties one centimeter at a time down my stinging cheeks, her fingers whispering teasingly over my hot bottom. When she reached the point where the panties were resting at the base of my bottom, just uncovering my sit spot, she resumed with her hand.
She didn’t have to spank nearly as hard now because that brief pause had been just enough time for my bottom to recover to the point of sensitivity and even though she wasn’t going all out anymore, I still felt every single impact like a thousand ants had just bitten my bottom. And just when I thought maybe, maybe we were about done, her hand took hold of the panties one more time and pulled them low enough to leave my sit spots open.
She took advantage of that immediately, focusing all her attention on that under curve where bottom and thigh meet, making sure that I’d be feeling this spanking well into tomorrow and maybe even the next day. The hard spanks she placed here ensured that every time I sat, every time I moved and my jeans rubbed against this area, I’d be reminded that I’d been well and truly spanked.
Then, just as I was sure I couldn’t take any more, it was over.
I could feel her satisfaction in this whole process emanating from her. She was clearly pleased with the job she’d done, running her hand proprietarily over my reddened bottom and thighs, feeling the heat rising off them. She pulled my panties up deliberately not being careful so that they rasped against my swollen and sensitive bottom and helped me stand up.
I ached to pull my jeans up, well aware that though we hadn’t attracted a large crowd, there were still several onlookers nearby who’d stopped to watch the show we’d put on. But I knew better than to do so without permission.
She smiled at me as I fought to keep from trying to rub the sting away and did my best to will the redness in my face to subside at least a little as there was nothing I could do about my bottom.
And finally, finally, she gave me permission to pull my jeans up, watching nonchalantly as I hurriedly yanked them up, wincing as they scraped into contact with my bottom, and regretting my haste as soon as they were on since they immediately trapped the heat and made my bottom burn all the more. But once they were up I stood in the appropriate spot facing her, watching her face. Watching her as she studied me.
Her smile was genuinely pleased as she looked me over. “There now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I considered this question and realized that no, it hadn’t been nearly as bad as I’d thought. Embarrassing, to be sure, but not anywhere near the level I’d been anticipating ever since she’d told me her intention and I admitted it ruefully, “No, ma’am, that wasn’t so bad.”
She beamed at me for my honest admission and despite the burning in my bottom, I felt great. She was pleased with me and that alone made me feel pleased with myself.
She tapped her finger against her cheek and I obediently leant over and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for my spanking, ma’am.”
“You, missy, are more than welcome. Now,” she grasped my arm and turned me towards the rest of the room, “Go play!” And with a firm smack to propel me forward, she sent me back out into the main play area.
When I glanced back several feet later, she already had another lucky soul over her lap, though the brush in her hand told me that whoever it was certainly wasn’t getting off with just a simple hand spanking.
I smiled to myself and was just glad it wasn’t me…this time.
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Spanking PSA : The State of Your Underpants
Didn’t your mother tell you to always wear clean underwear, in case you’re ever in an accident?
(Mine did, although I think it was a joke, and I never really understood why one would care about the state of one’s underpants in case of emergency anyway. But let’s move on.)
I’ll issue a little disclaimer here and state that this post is mostly for the fellas, as I’ve yet to encounter a situation with any of my female playmates where this conversation would be warranted. Call it a feminine consumer culture, vanity, or simply attention to detail, but ladies never need to be told the following :
“Those underwear are atrocious. You should be ashamed to even own them, much less wear them out of the house.”
In my capacity as Spanker of Many Fun Fellas, I’ve had cause to utter this statement on numerous occasions. But I haven’t.
Why?
Well, I’m not quite sure that Miss Manners covered the subject, and I cannot find a single ‘Dear Abby’ column which handles it, either. And while I’m happy to scold, fuss, and giggle at your discomfort, humiliation isn’t really my thing. I could never say :
“You filthy, stinky pig! Look at the state of your underpants – they’re disgusting. You’re disgusting. Go wash them in the toilet immediately…with your face” (or something. Told you I’m bad at this.)
I also haven’t been able to find a fun/funny way to do it, either…
“Say there, Mr. Cutie Pie, but these tighty-whities are no longer tight. Or white.”
If it were me, any approach that someone took which eventually led to them telling me that my panties were icky would result in immediate and immense mortification. I’d imagine that this would be the case with almost anyone, wouldn’t it?
So you see my conundrum. Continue to be too tactful and/or puritanical to say anything personally to those who need to do a little shopping, and suffer the sight of poor underpants held onto much too long…
…or post something silly and funny here and hope that EVERY MAN who reads this takes a moment today to sift through his drawers and do away with anything that could be mistaken for the Shroud of Turin.
With much love and sincere pleading,
The Girl Who Sees Your Underpants
‘Richard’s Humiliating Spanking at the Party’
‘Richard’s Humiliating Spanking at the Party’ is another really excellent F/M entry to the ‘Spanking Party Star’ writing contest . Enjoy!
– Dana
Richard’s Humiliating Spanking at the Party
by Richard
Jennifer and I have been married for over twenty years. As time went on, our relationship evolved. Jennifer became more dominant and I became submissive. Eventually, we introduced spanking into our repertoire. Most of our spanking sessions were “playful” and typically included sex. However, on occasion, when my behavior hasn’t met Jennifer’s expectations, she has administered a punishment spanking. These are severe and do make sitting uncomfortable for a day or so. They have definitely modified my behavior. Now, when she says jump, I jump. Or suffer the consequences.
Every few weeks, the girls in the neighborhood get together for a “girls night in” party and the other night it was at our house. Jennifer asked, which in our relationship means told me that she wanted me to be the waiter for the evening. I said “there is a game on that night that I was looking forward to watching.”
“Too bad. You will be our waiter and I expect you to be a good one.”
So, while my attitude for the evening wasn’t very good, I did what I was told. I greeted the girls as they arrived, served them drinks, passed around snacks, and generally behaved as a good waiter. In between serving, I just sat in the room and sulked because I couldn’t watch the game. The girls just chatted about things that were of absolutely no interest to me. I was totally bored.
And then something got my interest, the girls themselves. There were eight all together and some of them were drop dead gorgeous. Long suntan legs and short skirts that were riding up high on their thighs. I am definitely a leg man. My undoing.
I was looking across the room at Sue, a definite milf. And after having a few drinks, her legs started to part. I couldn’t help myself. I looked up her skirt and stared at her blue panties, I was mesmerized by the panties and what it would be like to roam inside them. I was so engaged in my fantasy that I was totally oblivious to my surroundings. That is until I heard Judy, the neighborhood bitch, yell “Richard! What are you doing? Are you looking up Sue’s skirt? Shame on you.”
I was mortified. “Ah. Ah. Ah.” I stammered. But it was too late. The room was silent. And the red started at my neck and went up my entire face. I was totally embarrassed and humiliated. Jennifer, on the other hand, was furious.
“Richard! Is that true? Don’t deny it. That red face and bulge in your pants tells the entire story. How could you embarrass me in front of all my friends. You will pay for this and I mean right now. Girls, I have to apologize for Richard’s behavior. I hope what I am going to do won’t embarrass you. But Richard needs to be punished immediately for his outlandish behavior.”
“Richard, go and get the bath brush.”
“Jennifer. Please don’t do this. At least please don’t do this now. Not in front of these women.”
You should have thought of that before you decided to look up a woman’s skirt. Now go and get the brush before things get worse for you.”
I got up and headed for the bedroom where we keep the bath brush. It is a solid wooden brush with a long handle. We had just purchased it a couple of days prior. After making the purchase, Jennifer gave me a few swats just to test it out. They hurt. I couldn’t imagine what she was going to do now that she was so angry. And in front of all the neighborhood women. How was I going to walk down the street and see them after being spanked by Jennifer in front of them. And what if they tell their husbands? I’ll be the laughing stock. But I knew I didn’t have a choice but to take what Jennifer decides.
When I returned to the room, it suddenly went quiet. I assume Jennifer told them what she intended. I walked up to Jennifer and handed her the bath brush.
“Well Richard. What do you have to say for yourself? Apologize to Sue.”
I turned to look at Sue. “Please forgive me Sue. I was looking up your skirt. A gentleman would never do that to a lady. I apologize and deserve to be punished.”
Sue said “I’ll wait to see how well you take your punishment before I tell you if I accept your apology. If you accept your punishment, I’ll accept your apology. But your punishment will continue until I am satisfied.”
Jennifer then said “okay Richard. Let’s get started. Stand in the middle of the room and remove your pants.”
“What? No please Jennifer. I’m too embarrassed to do that in front of our friends. Please don’t make me do it.”
“You saw Sue’s panties. It’s only right for everyone to see your shorts. Drop those pants now!”
I had no choice. As my face turned red again, I slowly removed my pants and stood in the middle of the room.
“Bend over and grab your ankles and look at Sue. I want her to see how you respond to your punishment.”
As I bent over facing Sue, Jennifer stood behind me and swung the brush. Whack! Whack! Whack! Three quick smacks broke the silence. And these weren’t the fun swats from a few nights ago. These were punishment swats and they hurt.
“How does that feel Richard? Was it worth seeing Sue’s panties? We’ll see.” Whack! Whack! Whack! Three more quick ones. And the girls began to giggle. I’m not sure what was worse, the pain in my ass or the humiliation I was suffering in front of the girls.
“This isn’t enough. Those shorts are offering too much protection.” With that, Jennifer put her hands in the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down below my ass. “Now you will be able to watch as his ass turns from white to pink to red or worse.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. My naked ass was there for them to see. I knew I would never think of me the same way again. I would always be the sissy who is dominated by his wife.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Three more on the naked ass. Those hurt so much more.
Now the girls started to comment. “Look at his ass. It is turning red. I love it. Keep going Jennifer. He deserve a lot more than that.”
And a lot more I got. Jennifer hit me twenty times before she stopped. My ass was sore and starting to heat up. I wondered how many more she would give me. I was ready to be done. Was I ever mistaken.
“Okay girls. Who wants to be next?”
Next? It isn’t bad enough that Jennifer is spanking me in front of them. Now she is going to let another girl use the brush. I thought about protesting but knew it would be useless. Jennifer was on a mission. I knew this was going to be the worst punishment spanking I had ever received.
“How about you Paula? Do you want to go next?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never spanked anyone before.”
“Well it’s time you did. You’ll find out just how much fun it can be. You may even like it enough to spank your husband when he misbehaves.”
“Okay.” And with that Paula took the brush, took a stance and swung.
Swat. Swat. Her hits were very light.
“That will never do. Swing hard and hit his ass like you mean it.”
Swat. Swat. Swat. Three more hits that were harder but no where near Jennifer’s.
“Those love taps don’t count. Swing really hard. If you don’t we may just have to give you a few so you know what hard swats feel like.”
Well I guess that was enough incentive for Paula to really get into it. Whack! Whack! Whack! And those really hurt.
“That’s it. Now you are getting into it. Give him a total of twenty. And she did.
“Okay girls. Now you see how it is done. Richard. Now it is your turn to choose a girl. Crawl on your knees to the girl of your choice, hand her the bath brush and ask her to please apply twenty very hard swats on your naked ass. But we will save Suefor last.”
Could things get worse? Now I had to ask the girls to give me a hard spanking with the brush on my very sore naked ass. I didn’t know how many more girls would have a turn. So I decide to choose Karen, the smallest girl there. Boy was that a mistake. I didn’t realize it but Karen works out in the weight room four days a week. Her swats were harder than Jennifer’s. And they brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Okay Richard. Choose your next girl.” And so it went until there were only two girls remaining, Sue and Judy, that neighborhood bitch that caught me. Judy is a big woman. Somewhat overweight and, in my opinion, a slob. We’ve never gotten along. If it was her legs that were spread, I would have never gotten in trouble.
“That leaves Sue and Judy. Crawl over to Judy and ask her paddle you ass.”
Dreading every second, I did as I was told and crawled over to Judy. “Judy. Please use this bath brush and apply twenty very hard swats to my naked ass.” I couldn’t believe I was asking this woman to do this to me. But I did it.
“Well Richard, these girls don’t really know how to swing a hair brush. But I do. I used to have a sissy boyfriend and there was many a night that he slept at the foot of my bed with an ass that radiated heat form the spanking that I delivered. Crawl into the middle of the room, stay on your knees and touch your head to the floor.”
I did as instructed. I knew this was going to be bad but I had no idea just how bad. She straddled my body facing my ass and gripped my body with her legs so I couldn’t move. And then she swung. Whack! Whack! I couldn’t believe the pain as she swung. Maybe it was because she was working on a super sore ass, but her swats were worse than Jennifer’s have ever been. I couldn’t help it. I screamed when she hit me. By the fifth I was in tears. By the twentieth, I could barely catch my breath I was sobbing so badly. I was a sobbing mess with an ass that had passed the point of red.
At this point, Jennifer stepped in. “Well Sue, since you were the offended party, I was going to let you give Richard as many swats as you thought he deserved. But, after Judy did such a marvelous job, I don’t think her can take anymore. So, rather than spanking him now, I will give you a rain check. At some time in the future, you can ask Richard to bring out the bath brush and you can give him a many swats as you like on his naked ass. And you can do it any where you choose and in front of anyone you choose. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes Jennifer. It is. With the state of Richard’s ass right now, I don’t think he would get the full effect that I would like to deliver. Plus, I really like the idea that I can punish Richard on his naked ass whenever I want and in front of whoever I want. And I think I know the perfect situation.”
“Okay Richard. Seems as though Sue is going to let you off tonight. But I can’t wait to see what she has in store for you in the future. Now, to finish you punishment, you need some corner time. When you are not serving us, you are to stand in the corner with your ass exposed. Now thank Sue for not paddling you tonight.”
I was barely able to crawl over to Sue. And with tears streaming down my face and between uncontrollable sobs I managed to say “Thank you Sue for having mercy on my very sore ass. And I want to apologize again for looking up your skirt.”
“Apology accepted.”
And that is the story of my party spanking. A few days latter, when the pain and bruising started to subsided, I began to fantasize about what Sue had in store for me. But that’s another story.
Totally Unrelated to Spanking : Random Feel-Good-Ness
None of us thinks about the same thing all the time, thank goodness. I, like most of you, spend a bit of time engaging in things which are absolutely unrelated to spanking (although I try to keep it to a minimum), and sometimes enjoy things which are totally useless and nonsensical.
Since we could all of us use more silliness in our lives, I’ve added a few things below which you might enjoy…
First, one of our most revered singer/songwriters, the amazing Dolly Parton. Even folks who don’t care for country and western music would have a hard time finding something bad to say about this talented and funny woman, and after seeing this video I love her even more:
Next, a somewhat older video, but one that never fails to make me laugh hysterically and inappropriately. If you need me to explain why this video is hilarious, then you’ve not looked closely enough…
And finally, this guy, who’s just awakened from anesthesia following surgery and doesn’t recognize his wife of many years…
‘The Boomerang Effect Times Two’ EDITED
The ‘Spanking Party Star’ writing contest turned out a lot of really good stories, and this one’s no exception. Enjoy ‘The Boomerang Effect Times Two’!
– Dana
“THE BOOMERANG EFFECT TIMES TWO”
Even at my very worst, I never expect to lose, so what in the world could have gone wrong last night, and where exactly did I mess up??? First let me start off by telling you that I am currently in my room at the Ramada Inn, soaking in a tub filled with Epsom salt to help heal my injuries. Yes my backside is lit up like a Christmas tree, but that’s just the least of my concerns. I’ve been spanked plenty of times before but never like this. By now I’m sure the video has gone viral, and there is nothing that I can do about it. The good thing is that I’m still alive, the bad thing is that I’d rather be dead than be humiliated the way I was, but I suppose I had it coming. I guess I should start from the beginning. As everyone may or may not know their are only two guilty pleasures that Mr. CM loves to partake in. A good spanking whether giving or receiving and a hot woman, whether giving or receiving. And for the past eight years I have had my share of both. Primarily with Javier and Sylvia, my good friends..correction ex-friends that I often played with. We were true blue Philly Spankos…attending various parties around the city when time allowed. Thru them I was able to connect with spankos from all over the East Coast. But of course my insatiable appetite for hot women led me to have a secret affair with Sylvia, and Javier was left in the dark completely. I did feel bad initially but the sex was incredible and I couldn’t help myself.
I realized of course that this affair could not go on, and eventually I tried to pull away but Sylvia wouldn’t have it! She told me that, I was the best lover that she ever had, and that there was no need to spoil a good thing. She promised to never tell Javier. Even so I decided to end it, but I had to do it spur of the moment so that Sylvia couldn’t talk me out of it. I called her last night before the annual Dark Horse Dominas Bash. I told her that the affair was over and that I was telling Javier the truth. “No you can’t do that“…she said in a hostile voice, “it will destroy my marriage“. “Sylvia, I’m sorry but this has to be done“….”I can’t take the deception anymore“. With that, I was confident that no matter what happend, I would atleast have that burden lifted off my chest. The Dark Horse Dominas Bash is an annual gathering of local Dominas and their house slaves, as well as kinky couples, and specially invited singles. It’s a celebration of the Dominas in all their glory. And yours truly was an invited guess of Domina Charmin Brown.
I arrived late as usual and found the event to be spirited as always…the drinks were flowing, and a few asses were glowing. A good start to a more than memorable night. I decided that I would wait until after the Bash to tell Javier the sad truth of things. No need to ruin the night early. I mingled with a few old friends and had a few drinks when I saw Javier come towards me. He looked rather happy, almost cocky as he smurked and asked me to go with him to a private back room. “Javier what’s up”..I asked him. “Just come back here with me right now!”…he replied. Not sure what to expect when I got to the back room, I found Sylvia their waiting. “What’s going on”…I asked again. He smiled devilishly at me, and said,..”Sylvia told me everything, and wow I can’t believe it, I mean I’m shocked and honored at the same time..after 8 years, you actually want to be collared and owned by us as are submissive”. “WHAT!”…”and you want to do it here in front of everyone at the Bash”. Damn Sylvia told him that garbage and this idiot actually believes it. But before I had a chance to even tell the truth, someone came from behind me and covered my mouth with a rag, and what smelled of chloroform. When I came to I was totally out of it, but quickly came to realize what was going on. I had been stripped completely naked, and was strapped down over a spanking horse. I couldn’t speak due to the ball gag in my mouth. I had been set up by Sylvia and there was nothing I could do about it…my worst nightmare had come true. The entire gallery of people at the Bash were all watching as Sylvia shouted..”look, our sub is finally awake everyone”..there was a lot of laughter after that and the finally crowning took place. Javier and Sylvia officially collard me and made me their sub. As the crowd began to applause, I noticed the cameras in the gallery. They were actually filming the whole thing. I was mortified, how could this happen to me, I had to escape somehow. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, Javier appeared with his infamous leather “POPPI PADDLE”. I had seen him use it on many men and women in the past, but now it was me on the receiving end. “Now it’s time for me to officially light up my new subs backside with my POPPI PADDLE”…the entire place cheered with joy and laughter…”since my sub has some balls in his mouth, you will all have to count for him”..WHACK!..”One”…WHACK!..
‘Megan Becomes a Top’ : Spanking Party Star contest entry
Readers,
An excellent short F/F, F/M story entry to the Spanking Party Star’ writing contest, ‘Megan Becomes a Top’ is a fun read!
Enjoy~
– Dana
My name is Megan and I have been involved in a relationship with my 29 year old roommate Alexis for over three years. Alexis is a blond bombshell who is over 6′ tall and has the firm body of an athlete. She is a lawyer and aware that her stunning looks influences many men on juries who ogle her in court. Because of this she dresses in tight pencil knee length skirts, stockings, heels, and silk blouses under her suit jackets. Alexis doesn’t like men and feels that most are pigs who would benefit from the firm hand of a woman.
Alexis pays all of the bills and it is my job to keep our home neat and clean, take care of the laundry, cook, do the dishes, shopping, and to stay within my budget. If I neglect any of my duties I find myself face down over her knee for a sound no nonsense spanking. At 5’4″ tall and 110 lbs. I can kick and squirm all I want; but, Alexis has no trouble keeping me firmly in place over her lap. I sometimes think that if my bottom wasn’t so cute I would avoid some of her paddlings.
I hate Alexis’ paddlings as much as I love her and she enjoys administering them but I obediently submit. She is an expert spanking disciplinarian and many men and women have spent many unpleasant moments across her lap; and, as lovely as her lap is no one wants to go across it twice.
Alexis’ next surprise was two tickets to a spanking fantasy party in Las Vages. She assured me that I would be giving the spankings and not on the receiving end. I told Alexis that I had never given a spanking and that even though it sounded exciting, I wasn’t sure that I could give a good spanking. Alexis reminded me that I had witnessed her paddling a neighbor caught peaking into our window. I remembered squirming in my chair during his paddling knowing exactly how much her paddlings sting. That same evening I witnessed our friend Carolyn strap her husband and the same neighbor. Alexis explained that because of all of the time I have spent over her knee- I would have no trouble administering a proper spanking.
Alexis and I checked into our hotel and we were given name tags indicating that we were tops or spankers. It was an exciting feeling being Alexis’ equal and not submissive to her. After freshening up in our room we went to the convention center where booths were set up around the perimeter. The booths were occupied by lovely ladies of all ages with banners above their booths indicating professional disciplinarian, spankologist, spanking therapist, spanking disciplinarian, behavior therapist, and etc. Vendors also had booths. At one of these, “Cane-Iac Spanking Toy Store”, Alexis purchased a strap, “The Traveler- Dana’s Brutal Traveling Strap” 12″ x 21/2″ and a Spencer style paddle. My heart again skipped a beat and I had another lump in my throat! Alexis smiled and reminded me that we would be doing the spankings this weekend!
As we browsed around the convention center I met Mason a 20 year old college sophomore. Mason was a small, slim, well built young man just a little bit bigger than me. He was a spankee but he told me that he had never been spanked. Mason shared that he never had the courage to ask one of his girl friends to spank him because he was afraid they would think he was a weird creep. He shared that he wanted his spanking to be a no nonsense punishment spanking. He explained that he had built up guilt about his past behavior and believed that a sound spanking would be a release for him. I shared my experiences with Alexis with him and admitted that I never have given a spanking. I also assured Mason that I could give him the spanking that he wanted. After all I have been over Alexis’ knee on the receiving end often enough and Alexis only gave painful punishment spankings. I explained to Mason that if he agreed to be spanked by me that once he went over my knee it would be too late for him to change his mind and he would be a very unhappy boy long before I was finished.
I introduced Mason to Alexis and explained Mason’s desires. Alexis went to our room and returned with her Spencer style paddle . Alexis seldom kicks back and she was dressed in her courtroom attire. I was wearing my skin tight yoga pants that showed off my cute behind and a white tank top that barely covered my black bra. Alexis pulled up two straight backed chairs facing each other and sit in one. A crowd started to gather around us. When she crossed her legs I could hear the soft swish of her nylons. When she smoothed her skirt and put the paddle on her lap my heart again skipped a beat. This was her routine before putting me over her knee. Alexis smiled at my discomfort and assured me that I was doing the spanking.
A large crowd gathered around us as I sit across from Alexis and took her paddle. Mason meekly stood by my side and confessed he felt a lot of guilt because of his past behavior and needed a good spanking. I think all 300 at the convention center had their eyes upon us as I lowered Mason’s pants and briefs and draped him across my spandix clad lap. I adjusted him over my knees so his bottom was directly across my lap. Before his first spank I reminded him that it was too late for him to change his mind. He had asked for a severe punishment spanking and that was exactly what he was going to get. I raised Alexis’ paddle high above my head and with a snap of my wrist brought it down sharply on the middle of his bottom leaving a perfect imprint of the paddle. Mason gasped and kicked as I delivered a second spank just below the first. I proceeded to paddle his bottom up one side and down the other as he kicked and screamed. Next I concentrated the spanks where the buttocks and thighs met as the crowd chanted, “Go Girl Go”. Long before I was finished he was howling and begging for me to quit. Being on the receiving end of many punishment spankings I continued his spanking until his entire bottom was cherry red. I emphasized his last few spanks on the spots that were the sorest. When I finally stopped he laid helpless over my lap. Before I released him to do his spanking dance I told him, “Be careful of what you wish for because you might get it.”
‘How Many Panties?’ Contest for DanaKaneSpanks.com members
After having launched the DanaKaneSpanks.com member site, it became clear yet again that a) being a spanko and b) making spanking videos and even c) being pretty good at figuring stuff out in general – doesn’t mean that you’ll understand a damn thing about computer programming.
As regular readers and correspondents know, I took a crash course in video formatting, operating system limitations, and browser incompatibility. Long story short: there’s no single, universal way to make and disseminate video content while insuring that EVERYONE EVERYWHERE may access it simply and successfully. Some early subscribers had a hard time buffering and/or streaming scenes within the member area, and a few were unable to access the Flash videos at all.
So, with a Herculean effort by a wonderful new webmaster, and several weeks of converting and reformatting ALL the videos (around 180 now, I think), I’m happy to announce that the entire archive on DanaKaneSpanks.com has now been made easily accessible to all subscribers.
How did we do this? I’m glad you asked…
All scenes are now available in both high and lo-res MP4 versions (for slow browsers, dial up connections, and mobile devices), and, best of all,
all videos are now DOWNLOADABLE in both versions! So even if your browser doesn’t love MP4’s, or your Windows Machine working on Firefox won’t stream embedded videos, etc etc, etc – you can still watch the videos, no buffering, no trouble, by simply downloading and watching through your machine’s default video player.
THE CONTEST
To celebrate finally finishing this massive project, I’m holding a contest just for DanaKaneSpanks.com site members. The winning member will receive a free subscription to the website (if your current membership is for 30 days, you’ll get 30 days free. If your membership is for 90 days, you’ll get a FREE 90 day extension.)
The contest is simple. I’ve added the photoset “How Many Panties” to the member’s area on DanaKaneSpanks.com. Enjoy the 60 photos taken from a spanking Angel received for bringing way, way, way too many panties when she last visited. When you’re done, try to guess How Many Panties Angel is being punished for. The first member to guess the correct number (kinda like ‘How many jellybeans in the jar?’) is the winner. If no one guesses the number exactly, the nearest guess will win.
*Remember to include your DanaKaneSpanks.com username when sending in your guess, and email it to me at danakanespanks@gmail.com.
– Dana
‘The Party’ : Spanking Party Star contest entry
Readers,
All this month we’ll be enjoying spanking story entries from the ‘Spanking Party Star’ writing contest, and here’s one of many excellent offerings –
The Party.
Enjoy!
– Dana
How do I get myself into these things I mused as I stood naked beside my Mistress knowing that in a few minutes I would be exposed before an audience of, well who knew how many. Despite my nudity I was sweating and my legs were shaking. I looked across at Mistress who was wearing her best “domme” outfit and she gave me an encouraging smile. Looking over to my left I saw a young woman in a similar state of undress who also looked very nervous. I had learned earlier that her name was Elizabeth and like me she was new to these affairs. At least she’s attractive I thought, whatever else happened this evening people weren’t going to laugh at her appearance.Me, well that was a different story, a funny looking bespectacled middle aged man with a beer belly, who wouldn’t laugh? Suddenly I saw Elizabeth tense and realised that the sounds of chatter in the next room had stopped. Then I heard the voice of the M.C. ” Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to thank you all for coming to this, the 5th annual spankathon in aid of Cancer Research. I hope you are all having a good time?”There were loud cheers and a few shouts of “get on with it”. It sounded like there were hundreds of people out there and I fought back an impulse to turn and run away. The M.C. gave a brief summary of the work of the charity that the evening was in aid of and then came the words I had been dreading. “Without further ado lets met our guests of honour. Please give a warm welcome to Mistress Ava and Simon and Master James and Elizabeth” With that the door was opened and I was, with the help of a little push from Mistress, propelled out into the main room of the hotel.
I was led into the centre of the slightly raised area at the back of the room along with Elizabeth. So far I hadn’t looked up, staring resolutely at the floor ,but encouraged by the fact that there hadn’t been any laughter or derision I finally raised my eyes. There were about 70 people in the room, and there seemed to be a roughly even mixture of men and women. Some were dressed in, for want of a better term, fetish gear but a surprising number seemed to be in there normal everyday clothes. The M.C. who was dressed as a circus ringmaster, top hat and whip included, stepped forward. “Right lets get this evening going, If you would like to spank either of volunteers it will cost you twenty pounds. Using the hairbrush or slipper will set you back thirty quid. Especially for our Scottish friends we have a selection of tawses which will set you back five pounds a stroke and for those of you who prefer a more swishy implement we have a number of canes or riding crops which will cost ten pounds a stroke. I’ve been assured by Mistress Ava and Master James that both of these bottoms can take a serious amount of punishment so lets put that to the test. So form an orderly queue, on the left for Elizabeth and the right for Simon, and don’t forget it’s for a very good cause”. Two queues of people clutching their wallets formed, noticeably more on the left but I had expected that after all who wouldn’t want to spank the firm rounded cheeks of Elizabeth. Then I saw my first customer, a middle aged lady wearing the outfit of a headmistress. ” I’d like to spank him and then give him 6 of the best” she said to Mistress as she handed over eighty pounds. I gulped, I had sometimes been spanked by friends of my Mistress but very rarely and never in front of so many people. Gingerly I lowered myself over her lap feeling a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. The first smack arrived and although it stung I relaxed as I realised it wasn’t going to be any worse than the spankings carried out by my Mistress. A quick 30 smacks later and I was being ordered to stand up and then bend over the bench in the centre of the room. As I made my way over I glanced at Elizabeth who was receiving a sound thrashing with a hairbrush from an elderly gentleman who was very red in the face. I hoped the excitement wouldn’t be too much for him, someone having a heart attack would put a bit of a downer on the evening. However I had my own problems and I bent over the bench and grasped the legs. My punisher was swishing a vicious looking cane through the air and had the look of someone determined to do some damage to my tender bottom. The first stroke showed that she was an experienced user of canes and each of the following strokes ignited a burning sensation in my cheeks. Then it was over and I returned to the centre of the room. Well that wasn’t too bad I thought I think I’ll survive the rest of the evening. Then I realised that my next customer was a man! When she had asked me if I would provide the male part of the entertainment Mistress had explained that it might involve being punished by a man but I had put the thought aside, now it looked like I would have to face it. “I’d like to spank him and then use the hairbrush” he said handing over the money. He sat down on the chair provided and gestured for me to get over his knee. I hesitated, I had never been spanked by a man what would it be like? Gingerly I lowered myself down and shivered as he ran his hands over my buttocks. I didn’t have long to wait as my first ever spank from a male hand landed on my left cheek. It didn’t feel any different to a spank from a man but I still felt a little uneasy. Soon his hand was replaced with a hairbrush and this was somehow easier to take. My bottom was starting to feel quite sore by the time he had finished and I returned to the centre.
And so the evening continued, poor Elizabeth was clearly the main draw as she was receiving about 3 punishments to each one of mine. As her beautiful bottom got redder and redder and wealed with cane stripes I could only admire her fortitude. She took everything she was given with the odd grunt and occasional squeal if a particularly hard stroke hit her but she was still smiling. Whilst Elizabeth had had far more punishments it was noticeable that mine had tended to be more severe. The majority of people seemed to want to spank her than cane her. I could sympathise with that, her lovely glowing cheeks looked eminently spankable. I on the other hand had received far more canings and strappings than I had spankings. I had so far received 50 strokes of the cane and 80 of the strap. After decades of beatings from Mistress my buttocks didn’t tend to mark up that much but they were definitely looking the worse for wear. I prided myself on being able to take a lot of punishment from my Mistress but I was grateful that the evening was coming to an end. Then I heard my Mistress mutter “oh no” and I looked over to see a very determined looking woman striding towards us, From the reactions of the crowd it was clear that they knew her and I noticed some muttering amongst them. She stopped to chat with the M.C. who then came over to talk to Mistress Ava. She shrugged and looked at me. The M.C.. then stepped up to the microphone “Ladies and Gentlemen, Mistress Sapphire has offered to pay £500 pounds to give Simon 50 strokes, she has also said that if he can take the whole 50 without being tied down, without standing up and without asking for it to stop she will double that amount. So Simon do you accept the challenge”? I thought about how sore my bottom was already and almost declined. Then I thought about the family and friends that I had lost to cancer and knew that I had to try. I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to take that sort of punishment but I was going to give it a go. Okay I said as I walked over to the bench and bent over. I could sense the eyes of seventy people on me and my bruised behind and felt excited and terrified at the same time. The first stroke whistled down and the impact made me gasp. It was clear that his lady meant business. Strokes followed in rapid succession and it felt to me that they were increasing in severity with each one. I gasped and moaned with each agonising impact but I was determined to last as long as possible. I could feel the eyes of the audience on my bottom and felt aroused by that fact. I glanced over to where Elizabeth was standing, still naked and rubbing her bottom ruefully. Seeing me looking at her she smiled and gave me a thumbs up. Then I glanced in the other direction and saw my Mistress looking extremely worried. I knew that despite her severe demeanour she was worried about me so I a gave her a weak smile and she smiled back. At that moment the hardest stroke yet hit and I gave out an agonised yell and almost shot to my feet. Somehow I managed to control the impulse and remain bent over the bench. I had lost count but I heard the M.c. say thirty. I used a trick I used during particulary severe punishments from my Mistress and started working out the percentage of strokes still to come. Unfortunately even in the pain I was in it didn’t take much concentration to work out a percentage if the number of strokes was 50 so that wasn’t much of a distraction. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore the ever increasing pain in my buttocks. Surely she had ripped my cheeks to shreds particularly the right cheek as she was right handed and that cheek was taking the bulk of the impact. Suddenly I realised that the audience was counting loudly and that some were shouting encouragement. 45, 46, 47, 48, 49 came the shout and I realised that I had only 1 more stroke to take, 50! I had made it but I knew better than to rise before I was given permission. There was loud cheering from the crowd and the woman who had been beating me told me to rise. “Well done” she said and shook my hand. My Mistress strolled over affecting a casual air but I was cheered by the fact that she had clearly been worried and concerned for my welfare. “Very well done” she said “every year she makes that beat at the end of the evening when the slave has already received a number of punishments, you’re the first one to take the lot”. Suddenly a number of the crowd appeared beside me and dragged me over to the bar. A number of drinks appeared in front of me and it was only when halfway through the first I remembered that I was still naked. This had to qualify as the weirdest drinks I had ever had, naked with a bunch of strangers and a very sore and welted bottom. Then thee M.C. took to the stage. “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with great pleasure I can confirm that this years event has raised a total of £8500 pounds for Cancer Research, the best total ever. Thank you all and lets give a special cheer for our brave volunteers, Simon and Elizabeth”. A loud cheer rent the air and I received a number of pats on the back. Some of the audience also gave my bum a quick squeeze but I was so happy I didn’t mind at all. Yes I had a very sore bottom and a considerable number of people had seen me naked but I had enjoyed the experience and raised a considerable sum for a charity very close to my heart. Was this the best evening of my life? Probably not but it was close.
Fun follow-up to the ‘I’m worried about Amanda Bynes…’ post
Okay, this video isn’t at all about Amanda Bynes (who is, apparently, truly very ill), but Justin Bieber – another of the young celebrities I mentioned needing discipline.
In this ‘Between Two Palms’ interview/spoof, Zach Galifianakis, the host, asks young Bieber several ridiculous questions and receives several ridiculous answers…the whole thing’s pretty silly.
But watch the whole video, because close to the end, wait for it…
Zach takes his belt off.
Spanking PSA : Spanko Terminology for Newbies
Readers,
I’m sure that this has been done before, and probably more thoroughly than I’ll manage here, but we do have newcomers to the spanking community every day and not everyone knows where to look for basic information on the ins and outs and all-arounds of spanking.
So. I thought that it would be a fun idea to do a series of posts to offer some basic (and not-so-basic, eventually) stuff for newbies to peruse. I’ll invite experienced players to expand on my posts in the comments area below, so that your collective wisdom can help inform others…remember, we were all clueless about all of this at one time.
It seems that a good place to start is with some basic terminology. Even though this stuff appears to go without saying to some of us, even the most common spanko terms may be confusing to newbies. With that said, let’s cover some of the most common spanking terms..
(Please keep in mind that some folks will define a few of these terms somewhat differently, depending upon their personal experience/preferences, and it’s important to discuss these things with anyone new with whom you play/communicate.)
Spanko – Short for ‘spankophile’, it’s a term which we use to refer to ourselves and others with an interest in spanking and domestic discipline/corporal punishment. (Note: Spankophile does not appear in the dictionary, nor am I trying to overcomplicate a simple term. These words and explanations are here to help NEWBIES when they see words they may not understand (in our parlance).)
Top – A person, of any gender, who only gives spankings but does not receive them.
Bottom – A person who only receives spankings but does not give them.
Switch – A person who both gives and receives spankings. Some switches may refer to themselves as a “50/50” switch (meaning they equally enjoy both top and bottom roles), or a “mostly-toppy” switch (meaning that they like to bottom occasionally but prefer to top), etc. etc.
*Note: Switching can also refer to the act of spanking someone or being spanked with a switch, as in “Go cut me a switch.”
Corporal Punishment – This occurs when one person uses physical touch, either with hand or implement, on one or more parts of the body, with the intent to cause another physical discomfort.
Discipline – This occurs when one is held accountable, through corporal punishment, for negatively-perceived behavior.
Punishment – See Discipline. Usually, the difference between these two terms is subjective to the level of negative behavior and the agreement of the parties involved.
Maintenance – These spankings usually occur on a regular or semi-regular basis, and are most often for the purposes of keeping one ‘on the right track’, so to speak, either mentally, physically, emotionally, or all of the above.
Non-Corporal Punishment – Often used in tandem with spanking, these activities include corner time, mouth-soaping, writing/reading assignments, and many others.
Role Play – Within the context of a spanking ‘scene’, role play refers to the top, bottom, or both, taking on the persona of another person or time. Examples include: teacher/student, boss/employee, etc.
Limits (or Hard Limits) – This is usually meant to indicate ‘no-go zones’, and are subjective to the player. Example : “My hard limits include bondage, canes, and thigh spanking.” This means that the example person does NOT want bondage or canes utilized during spanking play, nor do they wish to be spanked on their thighs.
We’ll take our time to cover the myriad terms, sayings, and situations we use within the spanko community, but if you’ve a question about any basic spanko terms (or have any to add), please share here.
– Dana
Tips for Tops : Good Leather – New free F/M spanking video
Here is yet another silly, sometimes-hilariously-contradictory episode of Tips for Tops. I give you…
Good Leather.
Spanking Party Star contest entry : ‘The Surprise Party’
Readers,
I know you’ll love this entry to the ‘Spanking Party Star’ writing contest, titled The Surprise Party….I did.
– Dana
THE SURPRISE PARTY
My wife spanks me. As strange as that image might seem to some, it is that simple. She doesn’t walk around the house dressed in a leather cat suit brandishing a whip and we don’t have any kind of a master/slave relationship. There is no dungeon equipment hidden behind a secret door in our basement. We don’t engage in any complex fantasy role playing. Dawn spanks me. When she thinks I need one, my wife simply puts me across her knee for a good old fashioned spanking.
And it works for us. It works very, very well. I have the kind of personality that lacks discipline and Dawn loves me enough to provide some. Aside from this one aspect of our life, our relationship is an equal partnership. We collaborate on household decisions and matters pertaining to our children and our business. But when it comes to my discipline, Dawn has complete control. When she provides me a list of chores, I am expected to attend to them. Other wives may have to continually nag their husbands to complete household repairs but mine asks me only once. If she has to tell me the second time, it is her hairbrush or her strap that does the talking for her. There is seldom a third time. When I get overly sensitive or moody, ten minutes positioned over a pile of pillows on our bed as she uses her cane to reprimand me rarely fails to get me out of my funk. Disrespecting Dawn earns me my hardest spankings. Disrespecting myself is a close second. We are extremely happy. Our friends notice it. Our kids notice it.
We married young and over 20 years later, our love life was as vibrant and passionate as it ever had been. We spent as many hours together as life would permit and revelled in it. Spanking keeps me in line and keeps us intimate as a couple. As much as her discipline sessions hurt at the time, I have grown to both anticipate them…and relish in the glow afterwards. As odd as it sounds, I can feel the love in her hands as she disciplines me.
Dawn had always spanked me long enough and hard enough to get her point across, but she was also in tune with my physical reactions. She could sense when I had reached my threshold. Soon after my pleading and squirming reached a certain point, she felt the lesson had been learned and her spanking would end. I would kiss her hand and thank her for loving me enough to discipline me. I meant every word of it…and I lived to show her that I meant it with my actions also.
When the internet rolled around, we found out we were by no means alone. In fact we connected with many other couples who shared in our lifestyle. Web browsing lead to emails, emails to phone calls, phone calls to dinner dates, and before we knew it Dawn and I were getting together with other femdom spanking couples on a regular basis. Mostly it was a weekend here or there with a few couples along with one annual gathering involving a larger number of husbands and wives. For the most part it was all pretty light hearted. Gatherings included some mild spanking games flavored with lots of great fellowship and laughter. While there was the occasional firmer spanking session from another wife, for the most part all of my genuine discipline spankings still happened at home. It was at one of those annual gatherings when that changed.
It was a Saturday morning. There were seven couples that year, all of us very familiar and very open with each other. We had laughed plenty by that point. There had been lots of games and every husband had felt a degree of swats from each wife with vast assortment of implements. Our bottoms were certainly kept reddened but by no means overly abused. We had almost reached the point where just our being together as a group had become more enjoyable, more important, than the spanking aspect. All of the husbands would soon find out that our wives had decided to add a bit of a twist to that year’s celebrations. I found out right after breakfast.
As we husbands put the finishing touches on the kitchen clean up, Charlene entered the kitchen. Charlene was considerably taller and larger than Dawn. She addressed the husbands with the same authoritative voice she often used with her own husband. When she told them to go outside and collect some firewood for the evening bonfire, none of the men disobeyed. When she told me to stay with her, I didn’t disobey her either. Charlene was a sweet and caring woman, but she also gave off a clear impression that she was not to be disrespected. Her husband had confirmed that she could indeed deliver a memorable paddling when crossed. None of us doubted his account of her severity.
When the kitchen had been vacated, Charlene led me into the large adjoining living room. The remainder of the women were seated comfortably on the sofas and plush chairs that lined the perimeter of the room. The center of the room had been cleared of everything but a large leather ottoman. On top of it sat a broad oval hairbrush and a considerably larger bath brush. Dawn looked at me and smiled. None of the other ladies said anything.
Charlene sat on the ottoman and called me to her side. When she spoke, she spoke as if it was just the two of us in the room. Her voice was firm and no-nonsense. She proceeded to inform me that the ladies had decided that each husband would receive a disciplinary session from one of the other wives. Mine was to be from her and I was about to get it right there and then. She went on to list a detailed account of the infractions Dawn believed I deserved to be punished for. I looked towards my wife. Dawn was no longer smiling. Charlene chastised me and told me to pay attention to her and her alone. I quickly returned my gaze to her direction. She went on reciting the litany of my shortcomings and outlining the expectations that my behaviour would change. After what seemed like an eternity of humbling scolding, she picked up the hairbrush and told me to bare my bottom and get over her knee. I complied, knowing full well I was about to get a very good tanning.
Charlene wasted no time. The brush fell the second I was over her lap. Quick and harsh. She was a very hard spanker. Unlike Dawn who usually gave a number of lighter warm up smacks, Charlene got right down to business. She was strong and her strokes were rapid and full force right from the onset. She began with five or six spanks to the same spot on one cheek. Then the brush descended the same number of times to the opposite cheek…before returning to a spot close to the original strike zone with yet another series of blows. And so she went on, a sequence on the right side followed by a sequence on the left side, back and forth, back and forth, until my entire backside burned. Only then did she take a break. A respite just long enough to adjust my position, raising my bottom more over her left knee, allowing her to swing her powerful right leg over my calves to prevent my continual squirming and kicking.
And the spanking resumed. Charlene then diverted from her previous method. Instead of multiple strokes to a singular spot, the brush now fell randomly, each spank to a different spot on my behind, sometimes alternating from cheek to cheek and other times finding different targets on the same side. The force and speed of the spanking did not slow down, if anything she seemed to increase the tempo. She was also including the tops of my thighs with this second round. I was nearing my limit. My vocal pleas to both Charlene and my wife were becoming more desperate by the moment. I assumed Charlene was reading my reactions when she finally ceased with the spanking. I was more than relived as I awaited her to release the leg hold and instruct me to stand. Much to my chagrin, my spanking was far from over.
Charlene held me firm and once again went over Dawn’s list of infractions. After each item she asked me if I understood and intended to address the problem. I choked out a “Yes Ma’am” to each. When she was satisfied with my responses, she got right back to work with the hairbrush. For a good ten more minutes that brush rained down, side to side, top to bottom in its relentless mission. At some point I realized Charlene was speaking to the other wives. She was explaining how she had discovered long ago that the most effective discipline spankings went on long after her husband wanted them to stop. Indeed it was only after he had reached his threshold that the real punishment began.
She was right. Long before she finished that final hairbrushing I had both physically and mentally handed control over to her. Her leg still pinned me down, but I had completely ceased any struggling and had resigned myself to accepting whatever amount of punishment she felt I deserved. I was being disciplined. Nor did I hesitate when she finally released me, stood and commanded me to lay prostrate over the ottoman.
She finished her spanking with twenty slow strokes of the bath brush. I was instructed to count each of them off. Dawn sat on the floor in front of me, holding my chin in her hand and gazing into my face as the brush hit home. When Charlene was finished, Dawn added another twenty of her own. I was not permitted to get up off the ottoman for another ten minutes. I had to lay there with my blistered bare behind on display as the ladies discussed what they had witnessed.
All of the husbands received a similar treatment before the weekend was out. The implements and the positions changed to meet each particular wife’s taste in discipline, but all of the men were just as surprised and just as thoroughly spanked.
That weekend, that party, that punishment only strengthened our relationship. I remembered what Charlene had told me and worked to make myself a better husband. When I fall short, Dawn’s knee and her hand are always there to remind me. I am blessed to have a wife that loves enough to spank.
END
You say it’s your birthday. – What a coincidence…
…it’s my birthday too.
(Insert that cheesy birthday song here.)
October’s my birthday month, and this year I’m turning 41. I’m still waiting for that upset/obsession about being over 40, but as it hasn’t happened yet I cannot comment on what the fuss is all about. I know that, by societal mores, women are suddenly *of a certain age* when they are no longer in their thirties, and they’re not supposed to be happy about it. (It should be noted that I am deliriously happy to be ANY age, because that means that I’m still here. This is a recurring theme for me, apparently. Attendance.)
Other things of note:
When you’re (a woman) over 40, all of a sudden folks think it’s a compliment to say “Wow. You don’t LOOK forty (or fifty, or whatever)!”.
That’s not a compliment.
What the hell do you think forty (or fifty, or whatever) is supposed to look like? Should a woman no longer thought of as ‘youthful’ all of a sudden develop a dowager’s hump and conspicuous upper lip hair? Must we all sag and bag and droop in inappropriate places? That sounds more like 80 than 40, doesn’t it?
Once we’ve left our most-sensibly-timed childbearing years behind, we are also supposed to be less sexy, in practice and in perception – somehow, by process of elimination of viable pregnancy and gestation (which, I cannot stress enough, is NOT a bad thing), our hotness factor is somehow inexplicably reduced. Here, I challenge any woman who’s lived through her 20’s, 30’s, and 40’s (or beyond) to announce that she felt more sexy, sensual, and body-confident in her twenties than she does now. I, for one, am more happy with my physical reality than I’ve ever been – because it’s CONFIDENCE and EXPERIENCE which are really important…collagen’s just a pretty wrapper.
This isn’t to say that vanity isn’t a part of my middle-age reality. I know that I’m 20 years older than I was 20 years ago, and I know that nobody in their right mind would card me for booze at this juncture in my life. I’m okay with both of those things, and with the knowledge that, no matter how others may perceive me –
I’m here. And I’m happy. And that’s all that matters. (Even if I do sometimes do that thing in the mirror where you pull your cheeks up with your index fingers to simulate a Joan-Rivers-facelift-look.)
– Dana
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Spanking Party STAR story contest winner!
Readers,
It is my pleasure to share with you the winner of this month’s ‘Spanking Party Star’ story contest – My First Party.
This was likely the most difficult contest judging to date. As you’ll see throughout the month of October, there were several excellent stories submitted, so I read and reread until I was certain I’d made the right choice.
In the case of ‘My First Party’, not only is the story well-told and the characters and dialogue funny and believable, but the author’s taken the time to educate the reader – spanko terms, implements, relationships, etc – throughout the telling of the story. I hope you enjoy it, and all the rest, as much as I have.
Thanks again to ALL the willing authors who’ve worked so hard over the years to make the writing contests fun and competitive!
– Dana
MY FIRST PARTY
By Randy Lee
I got out of my car, collected my purse and workday tote bag, and walked toward the steps to my second-floor apartment, pointing the remote behind me to lock the car. I hadn’t taken five steps before sweat beaded on my forehead and was about to trickle down my face. I unlocked my mailbox, retrieved my mail, and started up the stairs.
“Hi, Randy. I’m sure glad the weekend is finally here.”
I paused, turned, and saw Sandra Barnes, my three-doors-down neighbor, who was climbing the stairs a few steps behind me.
“Wow, me too,” I agreed. “This has been a real rough week at work. As if just being busy weren’t enough, there’ve been so many difficult customers and just as many difficult bosses to contend with. I’m really looking forward to being able to relax.”
“I’m with you there,” Sandra replied. “I’m going to a party later. Just the thing to wind down from a hectic week.
I reached the top of the steps and looked down at her. “I’ll think good thoughts about your head tomorrow,” I offered.
She looked puzzled as she reached the top. “My head?” she asked. “What do you mean?”
I explained, “You know, a hangover. I don’t drink anymore, but I still remember what it feels like the next morning.”
Sandra paused. Searching for the right words, she said, “Um, well, it’s not that kind of a party. In fact, there’s no drinking at all.”
“A party with no drinking? Well, that’s a new one on me.”
Sandra cocked her head and looked away for a moment, her brow knit in concentration. A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she again looked in my direction. Hesitating briefly, she said, “You and I are pretty close. Come over to my place for a minute. I’ll explain.”
I followed as she walked to her door. Unlocking it, she invited me in. We plopped our gear on the sofa, and she said, “Have a seat. Want some tea?”
“Yes, please,” I said. “It’s hot out there. Tea would really hit the spot.”
“You got that right,” she agreed. She opened the refrigerator door and reached for a pitcher of the most refreshing beverage on earth, setting it on the counter. She took two large tumblers from the cupboard, added ice from the freezer bin, and filled the glasses with tea, setting one in front of me and the other across the table. She returned the pitcher to the fridge and sat down.
I looked at her. “Okay, now what’s so top secret?”
As before, Sandra hesitated, evidencing the same suggestion of a smile, but her gaze was steady. “It’s a spanking party.”
My eyes must have gotten as big as saucers. “I beg your pardon??!!”
“You heard right,” she reassured me. “I belong to a group of people who get together once a month for a spanking party. Some of them spank, some get spanked, and some do both. Some people, especially new ones, do neither.”
I realized my jaw was nearly on my chest. “Sandra Barnes, do you mean to tell me there are people out there who like to be spanked? I mean, people besides me?”
Now it was her turn to stare. As close as we were, as much as we knew about each other, she was as surprised as I was. “Are you saying you’re a spanko, too?”
“Spanko? I’ve never heard that word before.”
“It’s short for spankophile. It means someone who likes spanking, either giving or getting or both,” she explained. “So which are you, a Top or a Bottom?”
“Top or Bottom?” It sounded like English, but she was speaking a foreign language to me. “What does that mean?”
“A Top is a spanker. A Bottom is a spankee. A Switch does both.”
“I guess I’m a Bottom. I like to be whipped. Spanked, you call it. So ‘Switch’ doesn’t mean what weapon is used?”
“Oh, no. Many Tops spank with their hands. Some use paddles or belts or other toys.”
“Toys!!?? If somebody came at me with a paddle, ‘toy’ is not the first word I would think of.” I thought for a few moments. “Although I have had a belt and a riding crop used on me. It was kinda rough, but I wanted it. And I liked it.” By way of clarification, I added, “There were always bruises.”
“So you’ve done it more than once,” Sandra asked.
“Yes, a number of times. Maybe twenty times.”
“But ‘toy’ wasn’t the word that came to mind?”
“No. It was not a game. It was consensual, but not sensual.” For a brief moment I was lost in memories of a former time.
Sandra brought me back to the present. “Were you always the one that received the spankings, or did you sometimes give them.”
“I was always on the receiving end, so to speak.”
Sandra smiled an acknowledgement of the pun. “At our parties, our aim is to have fun. We do this because we enjoy it. Bottoms enjoy getting spanked, and Tops enjoy spanking them. If it gets unpleasant, the Bottom says so, and the Top changes tactics. Either that or the Top is asked to leave. Well actually, told to leave. It’s a rule.” She was quiet for a minute. “Wanna come to the party? I could make a phone call and see if it’s okay. I’m sure it will be. You don’t even have to play if you don’t want to.
“Play? Is that what you call it?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm,” she affirmed. ‘Play.’ That’s what you do with ‘toys.’ I bet you would enjoy it. No one will coerce you into doing anything you don’t want to do. You can just be an observer. I think you would be surprised how much fun you’ll have.”
“Where does this take place? I’m imagining a dungeon somewhere.”
Sandra laughed. “No, it’s not a dungeon. This group meets at the home of some members, a married couple. More like a mansion, really. This house has eight bedrooms, six bathrooms, two large living rooms, and the usual den, dining room, kitchen, etc. And a four-car garage and ten acres. And indoor and outdoor swimming pools, one of each.”
I was amazed. “Wow, Sandra. That sounds like quite a mansion, all right. “Yes, I’d like to go. If there is a fee involved, I’ll gladly fork it over.”
She answered, “There’s a fee for the party, and there’s a one-time fee for membership in the group.” She told me the amounts. “And they do require cash.”
“Not a problem,” I said. “I happen to have that much on me. What do I do? I’ll need to change clothes.” I got up to leave.
“I’ll get hold of one of the people in charge and get it all set up. You go shower and get something to eat if you want to. They’ll have munchies at the party. Either way, brush your teeth. Be back at 7 and we can ride together, or you can follow me. The party lasts till 2 in the morning, but I usually leave about 11. Oh, and just wear something vanilla.”
“You mean white?”
Sandra laughed again, this time at my lack of knowledge. “No, it just means ordinary. Not a costume or anything suggesting spanking.”
“Oh. Okay.” I’m sure I looked confused, but not as confused as I felt.
“Take your tea. You can bring the glass back later.”
“Yeah. Sure.” Dazed, I grabbed the glass and my tote bag and went out the door, heading for my place.
I walked the thirty-odd steps to my apartment, thoughts spinning around in my mind like it was a blender. Okay, Randy. What have you gotten yourself into this time? Well, she said I could just observe. She said I don’t have to participate. What did she call it? ‘Play?’ This is the strangest thing I’ve ever heard of. But an hour ago, my craving was the strangest thing I’d ever heard of. Yeah, an hour ago, and a year ago, and twenty years ago. This may just be what I’ve been looking for all this time.
I unlocked my apartment door and went in, relocking the door behind me. I parked my tote bag and purse in their usual places and headed for the bedroom, kicking off my shoes. A long, satisfying drink of tea went a long way toward slaking my thirst. I padded around in socks, shedding an article of clothing every few steps. These I gathered up and tossed into the dirty-clothes basket in the corner. I stopped in front of the closet, whose doors were always open unless company was coming, and gazed at my wardrobe. Vanilla. What’s vanilla? Ordinary. How about dark slacks and a casual top? Yeah, that would be fine. I reached for hangers containing navy pants and a blue and white flower-print shirt with a straight hem and hung them on a hook on the bathroom door. I went to my bureau and opened the underwear drawer. If I just observe, I’ll keep my clothes on. But if I change my mind, am I going to undress? Will I keep my panties on? Should I choose attractive undies? Will anyone care? Probably not. I took panties, a bra, and socks from the drawer and laid them on top of the bureau. Then I went into the bathroom, reached to turn on the shower, and stripped off my remaining garments. Having shampooed my hair that morning, I decided it wasn’t necessary to do it again, so I put on a shower cap. Checking that the water was warm, I stepped into the back of the tub and closed the sliding door. I quickly scrubbed all over, using the bath brush on my back. Turning under the shower head to rinse off the residual soap, I contemplated what the party would be like, noting that my body was already intrigued by the idea of a whipping. I turned off the water and slid the door open, pulling a towel from the towel bar on the outside of the door. I took the shower cap off and shook it, replaced it on its hook, and stepped out onto the bath mat. I dried off, hung the towel back on its bar, and went into the bedroom. After the warm shower, another swallow of tea cooled and refreshed me. I drained the glass, wiped the moisture off the outside of it, and stuck it in the top of my purse so I would remember to take it when I returned to Sandra’s.
I put on the undergarments and outfit I had selected. With black oxfords, I was dressed. I decided to forgo makeup except for my eyebrows, which were getting paler with the passing years. Brushing my teeth was the last item on my to-do list. With that accomplished, I studied my face in the mirror. Randy, have you absolutely lost your mind? Well, Sandra’s going. I’m not any crazier than she is. No, I guess you aren’t. But you gotta admit, this is the zaniest Friday night of your life. So what? What’s life without a little drama, especially high-spirited, fun drama? Satisfied with my preparation, I gathered my purse and the empty tumbler, turned off lights, and locked my apartment door behind me.
I walked to Sandra’s door and knocked. A lusty “Come in” sounded from within the apartment, so I knew that my friend was not far from the door, most likely in the kitchen. Letting myself in, I saw that she was dressed much like I was.
“Your outfit’s just fine,” she said. “See? You’re already learning vanilla.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “Here’s your glass.” I set it on the counter in the kitchen. “You make great tea. So everything is all set for me to go to the party?”
“Sure thing. What do you want to take to drink? I have bottled water, ginger ale, and diet cola. And, of course, tea.”
“Water would be good. Thanks.”
“You’re quite welcome. Getting spanked is thirsty work,” she joked. “Not that you necessarily will.” She reached into the fridge and brought out four bottles of water, placing them in a lunch-sized cooler. “Okay, looks like we’re all set.”
“All right,” I said, moving toward the door. “Can I carry anything?”
“Nope, I got it.”
I opened the door and went out. She followed, locking the door behind her. We descended the steps in the bright Texas sun, which at 7 p.m. was still hotter than West Hell.
When she got to the bottom of the steps, Sandra asked, “Do you want to ride with me or take your own car?”
“I’ll accept the gracious invitation to go with you,” I said, joining her on ground level. It’ll help me not to be so nervous. Besides, I don’t expect to get bored and want to leave.” I smiled, and she laughed. “So how far away is this place?”
“It’s only about 9 miles. You’ll be surprised where it is.”
We left the parking lot and headed toward downtown. After a few blocks, Sandra turned right, in the direction of a city park. She drove around it and continued on a four-lane street toward the outskirts of town. We passed the high school and then a shopping mall. A few miles later, we came to what was known as the “hospital district,” a rather pretentious moniker for the area surrounding the town’s only hospital. It was new, however, and two generous endowments had provided for creating and maintaining state-of-the-art equipment and leading-edge technology in several specialties. The facility had the potential to become a showcase for modern medicine, though on a small scale.
We drove past the emergency entrance, and Sandra observed that there were no ambulances and only one police car. I voice the hope that it would be a slow night for ER personnel. Beyond the hospital grounds, on both sides of the four-lane road, were recently constructed housing developments with interesting architecture and lawns that were well cared for. A mile or so later, Sandra turned right, into a drive flanked with beautifully maintained shrubbery and flowers in an array of colors. We approached a tall gate, and Sandra drove up to a call box to gain access to the property. I imagined we were about to enter a gated community containing expensive dwellings. Sandra pushed a button, and a male voice said, “Good evening.”
Sandra replied, “Hello, I’m Sandra. Elements.”
The voice answered her, “Hello, Sandra. Proceed.” The gate moved slowly to the right, allowing us to enter. Sandra drove through the gate and followed a road wide enough to be two-lane, on each side of which was an expanse of newly mown grass. As the road wound and curved toward a large structure some distance in front of us, I realized that this was not a gated community; it was a gated HOUSE. I was looking at the ten-acre grounds of the mansion. I thought of the lyrics to a Broadway song, “What a setup! Holy Cow! They’d never believe it if my friends could see me now.” As we got closer, it was evident that part of the lawn to the side of this dwelling had been designated as a parking area. Even without marked boundaries, drivers had parked their vehicles in surprisingly even rows, with enough space between each two cars to open the doors fully.
We reached the end of the grassy parking area, where Sandra pulled in beside a dark red sedan. “Well, I see Allen is already here. He’s the one I called to make sure it was okay.” She shifted the car to PARK and turned off the ignition. “I would suggest you leave your purse here. That way you won’t have to keep up with it. Besides, there’s probably not anything in it that you’ll need. Oh, wait: You will need your driver’s license and money. I’m just taking my car keys, and I keep ‘em in a pocket.
“Sounds good to me,” I replied.
“Good. We can put them in the trunk.” I opened my purse and got out my driver’s license and the cash I would need. Then we got out of the car, Sandra unlocked the trunk, and we put our purses in it. She closed the trunk and locked the car. We turned toward the front door of the house. “Are you nervous?” She asked.
“A little. Well, maybe more than a little.” I admitted.
Sandra chuckled. “So was I, the first time I came to one of these parties. It won’t be strange for long. In no time at all you’ll settle in.”
We reached the front porch and went up the steps. Sandra rang the bell. The door was opened by a tall, slim man with dark hair just turning silver at the temples. On his green golf shirt was a name tag that said “JOHN,” beneath which was a solid blue circle. “Hi, Sandra,” he boomed, hugging her as he pulled her inside. I followed, and he closed the door. He leaned down to kiss her cheek and then looked at me. “This must be the friend Allen called me about.”
“Yes, indeed,” Sandra replied. Turning to me, she said, “Randy, this is John, the master of the house.” She gestured toward me. “John, my friend and neighbor Randy.”
He took my hand in a gentle handshake. “So pleased to meet you, Randy. Sandra tells me you’re new to the lifestyle.”
“Yes,” I agreed, having no idea what he was talking about.
My neighbor rescued me. “What he means is the Spanko lifestyle. Yes, Randy’s new to the lifestyle, but not the fetish. She was into spanking some years ago but just didn’t know other people were. She’s never been to a spanking party before.”
“Well, you’re certainly welcome, Randy,” John said warmly. “We have a real friendly group. Let’s get you registered, and there’s some information we need to make note of. Come along.” He led Sandra and me to the kitchen, where a woman sat at a table with a notebook and pen, a sheet of self-adhesive name tags and a sheet of different-colored adhesive circles with some missing, and a locking money box. “Evelyn, we have a new member. Sandra brought along her neighbor. It’s been cleared with Allen.” The woman had printed “SAN” on one of the name tags and stopped to greet us.
“Yes, he told me. That’s great!” she said to John. To me, she held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Evelyn.”
“I’m Randy,” I answered, gripping her hand briefly.
“Have a seat,” she said. “Did you bring your driver’s license?” She continued printing “DRA on the name tag and attached a red circle under the name.
“Yes. I have it right here,” I said, digging into my pocket. I handed it to her and sat in a vacant chair.
Evelyn alternately looked at my driver’s license and the page of her notebook, writing down the information she needed. “Do you know about the fees?”
“Yes,” I said. “Sandra told me. Is this the right amount?” I asked, handing her the bills I had stashed in my pocket.
“Yep, right on the nose,” she confirmed. “Glad to have you here tonight. What’s your position?” she asked, reaching for another name tag.
Again ignorance silenced me, and again Sandra came to my rescue. “She’s a Bottom, but tonight she’s an Observer.”
After printing my name on the tag, Evelyn peeled a green, self-adhesive circle from a sheet and placed it carefully under my name. “There,” she said. “You’re officially an Observer. And Sandra, here’s yours.” After peeling the backing off them, she handed us the name tags, which we pasted to our shirts.
“Well, let’s get you introduced around,” John said to me. “Come this way.”
He led us into a large, high-ceilinged living room where several small groups of people sat on sofas and in armchairs, chatting on different subjects. He went up to each group and introduced me. I heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh in an adjoining room. “Now I’ll introduce you to my wife,” John said, leading us in the direction of the sound. Only two people were in the room, a woman with her dress up over her back and her panties down around her knees, and a man across whose lap she was lying as he repeatedly spanked her with his hand. Her arms were folded under her head, her chin resting on the uppermost hand. “Hi, Honey,” she said cheerily, followed by “Ow, Keith,” as she looked back at the man.
“Aw, did that hurt?” said her punisher, rubbing her bottom gently.
“Hi, Joyce,” John greeted his wife, planting a kiss on her hair. “I want to introduce our new member, Sandra’s friend Randy. Randy, this is my wife, Joyce.”
“Hi, Randy. Forgive me for not getting up,” she apologized, “but I’m a little indisposed at the moment.”
“Oh, that’s quite all right,” I said, smiling. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Then John instructed, “Now, Keith, you know Joyce only likes to be spanked when she deserves it and when she doesn’t. And she only likes it hard or harder. Keep that in mind, will you?”
“Sure ’nough, John,” Keith agreed, smacking Joyce more forcefully, which made her bury her face in the bedspread.
“Jnmm?” she said, the sound muffled by bedclothes.
“Yes, dear?” her husband answered.
She lifted her head toward him and observed, “You’re not helping.”
“Okay, Hon. I’ll just run along and do some more introductions.” He patted her shoulder gently in parting.
As we moved toward the door, John explained, “Don’t worry, Randy. She loves it. Joyce and I have been married for 34 years, and we’ve known Keith for 20. He knows she likes it hard, but he won’t overdo it. She’s in good hands. Or undergood hands, you might say.” I chuckled.
We followed John out into the living room. Ever the tour guide, he suggested, “Let’s go upstairs and see what kind of action there is. It’s usually a lot.” As the three of us trooped up the grand staircase, I thought how bizarre the scene was that I had just witnessed. A guy was spanking another guy’s wife, and she and both guys were as happy as larks.
We got to the top of the stairs and heard a variety of sounds of hitting going on. In the first room on the left, there was a queen-sized bed. Three of its sides contained women who were being spanked, two by men and one by a woman. The two Bottoms being spanked by men were prone on the bed while their Tops were standing up and using leather implements of differing types on their bare buttocks. On the far side of the bed, the woman Top had her victim across her lap, spanking her with a rather small, brown-and-tan-striped wooden paddle that brought repeated flinches and protests.
“Ouch, Vivian. That hurts,” she wailed.
“Of course it hurts, Kim. It’s a spanking. It’s punishment. It’s supposed to hurt. How many is that?”
“Twelve,” Kim answered. She sniffled.
“And how many are left?”
“Thirteen.”
“Very good,” Vivian acknowledged. “Hold still.” She swung the paddle again, causing Kim to flinch. And again.
I looked at one of the other women. The man spanking her was using a doubled-over strap that made a loud slapping sound. The woman’s panties were pulled up so that both cheeks were exposed and fabric was between them. She was lying still and looked quite serene. “Hi, John,” she greeted our guide. “Have you played yet?”
“Hi, Lani. No, not yet. Right now I’m showing our new member around. Randy, this is Lani. Lani, Randy is a neighbor of Sandra’s. They’ve lived three doors down from each other and been pals for five years, and today they learned something new about each other.”
Lani smiled at me. “Hi, Randy. I hope you have a good time. This is a great bunch of people. I see you’re an Observer tonight. That’s fine. No one will make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “It’s certainly different. I’m not used to any of this.”
“That’s okay. All of us attended our first party once upo—OW, Curtis! Is that what you were trying to get me to say? All right, you got your wish.” To me, she resumed, “As I was saying before I was so painfully interrupted, we were all new and going to our first party once upon a time. Soon, you’ll be an ‘old hand.’ ”
“Thanks for the encouragement,” I answered. Seeing that John had turned and was moving toward the door, I said, “See you later.”
John said, “The woman doing the spanking in there is Vivian. She’s a Top, and she’s Kim’s Domme. I imagine Kim got herself into trouble, although being her Domme, Vivian can spank her anytime she wants to, for whatever reason.”
We moved down the hall, peeking into different rooms as we went. We passed one room where a man wearing a T-shirt stood beside the bed, bent over with his hands flat on the bedspread. I saw that his pants and undershorts were down around his ankles. A woman was using a switch of some kind on his bare bottom with much force and just as much accuracy. Several parallel lines marked the skin, and she was in the process of adding another one below them. “Eight,” he counted.
I asked John, “Another Domme?”
“I don’t think so,” he replied. “Laura is a Top, but I think she’s just giving Eric what he likes. He likes it when his Top makes him count. They’re both regulars at our parties, but I don’t think they have a Domme/sub relationship.”
“What was she hitting him with?” I wanted to know.
“A cane,” John said. “It looked like a Delrin cane.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Canes were originally rattan. Delrin is a synthetic material that resembles rattan in weight and size, but it’s virtually unbreakable. It’s very bendable, though.”
John then suggested that we go back downstairs to socialize some more. At the head of the staircase, I noticed a table with snacks on it, including cheese and crackers, a fruit plate, and cookies. John grabbed a few grapes, Sandra and I each took a cookie, and we started down the stairs. When we got to the first floor, I saw another table with similar snacks on it that hadn’t been there earlier. I snagged another cookie.
John turned to me. “Well, what do you think so far, Randy?”
“It’s all so strange,” I said. “I had no idea this kind of thing existed. It just never occurred to me.”
Sandra, who had been quiet all during our brief tour, voiced her agreement. “I never knew it existed, either, until I got into the same kind of conversation you and I had today. It’s opened up a whole new world for me.”
John said, “That’s true for all of us. Our group can be found online, but you have to know where and how to look. If you just google ‘Elements,’ you’ll pull up the periodic table! You can’t find us by accident. You have to be looking.”
“Speaking of which,” Sandra said, “I’m going to hunt up Keith. We have a ‘play date’ scheduled. I’ll see if he’s finished with Joyce.” She moved toward the first room we had visited.
“Randy, why don’t you wander around and mingle?” John suggested to me. “You can ask questions and get to know some of the people. And remember, if you decide you want to be more than an Observer, and your bottom needs a Top, there are several available, including me.”
“Thank you, John. I know you’re making such a gracious offer out of the goodness of your hand—I mean heart,” I replied, grinning.
“Ah, now I see you’re getting into the ‘swing’ of things,” he retorted. “See you later.” He followed in the same direction Sandra had gone, just as Joyce was coming out of the room. She reached up to hug her husband as he put his arms around her. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“Wonderful,” she answered. “After I get a drink and rest for a while, will you do me next?
“My dear, I would do you anytime, anywhere, and love every minute of it,” John lovingly assured his wife.
As they started walking into the kitchen, I went to the room where Sandra had gone. She was on the near side of the bed, her slacks and panties down to her knees, lying across Keith’s lap. He was just about to begin spanking her.
I decided to go back upstairs. I paused at the foot of the stairs for a cracker and cheese and then continued up to the second floor. In the room we had visited earlier, Lani was hugging Curtis, her Top, and thanking him. The other man and the woman he had been spanking were gone. Vivian and Kim were sitting on the far side of the bed, where Kim had lain earlier. She was crying, and Vivian held her, smoothing her hair and softly talking to her. I left the room and moved down the hallway, exploring. The man who was being caned earlier was now lying prone on the bed, being whipped with a belt. I heard him say “nineteen” as I walked past. The next room I came to was vacant, but the light was on. Proceeding down the hallway, I came to a room occupied by six women. Three were Tops, and the other three were Bottoms. The Bottoms were on the near side, the foot of the bed, and the far side, and the Tops stood over them, each holding a leather strap. One of the Tops was instructing the women about the spankings they were going to receive. It looked like some sort of ritual, because the three Tops were dressed alike and the three Bottoms were naked. I was both frightened and mesmerized.
I went back downstairs to the room I had just left, where Keith was spanking Sandra with his hand. Her chin rested on her hands. She was absolutely still, though it seemed he was hitting her pretty hard. I asked if I could come in, and Keith said, “Sure. You can watch all you want. You want to come over here so you and Sandra can talk?” He indicated an open space on the bed close to her head.
I moved over there and asked Sandra how she was doing.
“Fine,” she said. “It feels wonderful. This is an excellent way to release the tension of the work week. Have you come across anything interesting yet?”
“Oh, it’s all interesting,” I answered. “So interesting, in fact, that I’m getting very jealous. I’m going to have to become an un-Observer. I want a whipping so bad I can almost feel it, and the ‘almost’ is driving me crazy.”
“I know that feeling well,” Sandra sympathized. A light bulb seemed to go on in her eyes. “I know what you ought to do. Go upstairs and find Allen. He was supposed to have taken three gals upstairs right before we got here. Maybe he can work you in. You’ll like his style. He starts slow and easy, which would be great for you since you haven’t played in a while. Then he gets harder and a little faster, but the way he does it it’s easy to take, even if you’re not used to it. We always recommend him to new Bottoms.”
“On your expert referral, I’ll do just that. Thanks, Sandra.” I turned and left the room, heading for the stairs. I snagged a few grapes and marched purposefully up the staircase. I knew that this Allen person wasn’t in any of the rooms I had looked in earlier, so I went beyond those doors to the next one on the left. I could see two women sitting on the bed, and I could hear spanking happening. Stepping into the room, I saw that the man had the other woman—the third one—across his lap, spanking her somewhat forcefully. Her slacks and panties were down around her knees, and he was spanking her bare buttocks. She squirmed a little with each blow but didn’t make a sound. He looked up to see who had just walked in, and he froze in mid-spank.
I froze in mid-thought. Allen. Allen Saunders, M.D. My gynecologist! I blurted out, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m Randy. Sandra suggested that I see you for a spanking because I’m new. Allen, right?” I had never in sixteen years of being his patient called him anything but Dr. Saunders.
He beamed. “Yes, that’s right. I’m pleased to meet you, Randy. And I’m pleased that Sandra would refer you to me.” ‘Refer.’ Doctor talk. ‘Refer me to him.’
I could see that he was going along with it, so I would do the same. “So I can just make myself comfortable and wait?”
“Sure, sure,” he said. “Hop up here and wait till Jenny and I are done here.” He patted the bed behind where he was sitting. I went around and climbed up beside the other two women.
One of those said, “We’ve already played. We’re just waiting for Jenny. Sort of the Three Musketeers.” I nodded understanding.
After four or five minutes, he stopped spanking Jenny and asked, “Well, how was that?”
“Very nice,” she replied. “I feel great.”
He helped her climb off his lap and stand up. He reached for her panties and pulled them up to the proper level as she adjusted her legs to assist. Then he caught the waistband of her pants, first with one hand and then the other, and began pulling them up, while she again wiggled to accommodate his movements. He stood up, and they hugged affectionately. She thanked him for spanking her and he told her how much he enjoyed doing it. She went around the bed and sat close to me.
Dr. Saunders—Allen—said, “I’ll take a short break to rest and get some fluids in me, and then you and I can start, Randy.” ‘Fluids.’ More doctor talk. He went into the bathroom and turned on the water at the sink. “He was washing his hands between patients!” Oh, for the love o’ Mike.”
He reached for a hand towel and stood in the doorway of the bathroom looking at the other women and me, drying his hands like some TV surgeon in the OR. He replaced the towel on a rack and came back into the room. “Okay. You ready?” he asked me.
I felt extremely awkward. “Hold on, now. Wait just a doggone minute. I happen to know you’re a married man. I don’t have any intention of pursuing this activity with a married man. That kind of scandal holds no attraction for me.”
He frowned. “I see what you mean. It could be a really messy situation,” he acknowledged. “That is, if my wife weren’t sitting right here.” He indicated Jenny.
She extended her hand. “Jenny Saunders, RNP. Pleased to meet you.”
I looked from him to her, and then back at him, and back at her, sticking out my hand like a zombie. My chin was on my chest for the second time that day, as Jenny briefly gripped my hand, grinning like a possum.
Matter-of-factly, Allen asked, “So do you want me to spank you or not?”
“I guess so,” I stammered.
“Well then, I think it would be nice to invoke an age-old tradition I just made up. I think you and I should go from room to room, upstairs and downstairs, and invite everyone to gather in the downstairs living room to witness your first spanking here among the ‘Elements.’ ”
“Everyone?” I squeaked.
“Well, sure. Why not?”
My mind raced. “What makes you think you can get away with that?”
“Get away with it?” Allen asked. “Who are you going to tell? My wife is right here.”
“What about the hospital? Surely you don’t think they would condone this behavior on the part of one of their prominent doctors.”
“Oh, I doubt I’ll get into too much trouble. John is the CEO of the hospital, what used to be known as the hospital administrator. Now, let me make it clear: You will not be forced to take a spanking from anyone, Randy, but if you want to be spanked by me, those are the terms.”
My last argument had disintegrated. It was tempting to say I didn’t want to be spanked at all, or to ask that someone else do it, but by now the seed had been planted in every fertile mind in the house. I wanted it, and this was the only way I was going to get it tonight. “Okay.”
“Okay what?” he tortured.
“Okay, A—.” The name didn’t want to leave my throat. “Okay, Allen. Will you please spank me?”
“Atta girl.” Then he whispered, “Such a good patient.” In a normal voice he instructed, “Come along, and we’ll rally the troops.”
Dr. Saunders and I went from one upstairs room to another, informing all occupants of the spanking that was going to take place downstairs. I was eager, but at the same time I felt trapped. When we had covered the second floor, we went downstairs and made the rounds there.
When everyone had been apprised of the latest goings-on, Dr. Saunders led me to a sofa that was the center item of the grouped furniture. As if suddenly remembering the detail, he said, “Oh, there was just one more term I forgot.”
Resigned to my fate, I asked, “What’s that?”
He paused to get the full benefit of the word. “Strip.”
I figured it didn’t make any difference now. “Might as well. You’ve seen me like that before.” I began unbuttoning my shirt.
As he sat down, a chorus started chanting as if it were a TV show, ‘Ran-Dy, Ran-Dy, Ran-Dy.’ My shirt was off. Down came the pants. The chanting was getting a little irksome.
I put my hands on my hips and asked, just loud enough to be heard, “Why’re alla y’all lookin’ at me like I’m fresh meat?” They burst into laughter as I removed my shoes, bra and then panties. I lay across Dr. Saunders’ lap. To him, I said, “This is the strangest day of my life.”
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update 9/29
After the Party 2
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Salon.com article : Coming Out About Spanking
Readers,
One of my eagle-eyed, news-reading playmates sent me a link to this article, posted on Salon.com 9/9/2013. For most of us, it will read like a roadmap to ‘becoming a spanko’, but to those not familiar with the fetish, it’s a fresh and un-scary introduction into the inner workings of the Modern Spanko.
The author, Jason Webb (a penname), based in Austin, TX, takes his readers through the twists and turns of first interest to full-blown lifestyle – and takes vanillas on an informational, rational trip down fetish lane.
Read the full article below, and feel free to come back here to comment, if you’d like.
Dana
Adieu
Readers,
I first met Cali and Mr. H over three years ago, out in the middle of nowhere desert, to film for a new spanking video production company called The Spanking Court. They were filming at what was, at the time, the coolest spanking location I’d ever seen: several dedicated sets, including judge’s bench, plaintiff/defendant podiums, and even a ‘jail cell’! Not only were the sets great, but the owners, Cali and Mr. H, were just about some of the most friendly and welcoming folks with whom I’d ever worked.
After the first few Spanking Court shoots, they asked if I’d like to become a permanent part of the production – and invited my honey to do the same. We ended up becoming the Court Disciplinarian and Bailiff for the entire run of Spanking Court, doling out spankings to dozens of ladies (and a few men) who ran afoul of Judge Spanks.
Eventually, we moved to the Hollywood Production Studios in Los Angeles, before finally ending up in an enormous custom-built, multi-set space in Northern California – trust me, you’ve never seen anything like the creativity and time that went into this place…amazing. One thing that always stayed the same was the level of work put into this endeavor by our friends and their genuine kindness to anyone with whom they worked.
We had the great good fortune of working with some of the nicest, most professional, and FUN people during our shoots, including the unforgettable Erica Scott, Christy Cutie, Ten Amorette, Cheyenne Jewel, Casey Calvert, and our very own VBB and WW, to name just a few.
Eventually, Cali and Mr. H also created Sternwood Academy – an all-girl’s academy which focused on education, manners, and lots and LOTS of spankings. Again, there were many beautiful and talented participants, top and bottom, and they ended up producing three full-length DVD releases of Sternwood Academy.
A couple months ago, we received a call from our wonderful friends informing us that their vanilla business had taken off like a rocket – great news for them, sad news for the spanking video world – and that there just wasn’t enough time in their current schedule to continue producing spanking content. While we were naturally thrilled for them and their success, we are more than a little sad to see SC and Sternwood come to an end, and will miss the amazing times we had with everyone involved.
Sincerest thanks and enormous love to Cali and Mr. H, and to all the fabulous folks who participated and watched…we had a blast!
– Dana
Spanko Distractions #7 : Crossword
ACROSS
3 NOT a guy from Delaware.
7 Dual use implement.
9 Hit this.
12 Bad girls and boys get this.
13 Lovable scamp
14 A vacation for your brain.
15 What you’re likely in.
16 The best color.
DOWN
1 What you should be over.
2 An absolute necessity.
4 Not nice.
5 Almost everyone wants them.
6 Let it fit the crime.
8 No peeking!
10 What brats don’t want to do.
11 THE word
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 9/22
Training the New Librarian
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Results of the ‘Switch Hitters’ Survey
Readers,
Here are some preliminary numbers on the recent ‘Switch Hitters’ survey.
With 76 current respondents :
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A Spanko Blast from the Periodical Past
Readers,
One of my adventurous playmates, who’s had his fair share of spanking experience over the years, was kind enough to gift me some of his prized spanking materials collection – several pristine magazines which I hadn’t previously seen. These are classic spanko periodicals, and I am tickled by his generous gesture. So tickled, in fact, that I had to share a couple snapshots here:
He said he’d brought me ‘a couple things’, so I was surprised when he pulled out this stack of awesome spanko history –
with titles like Strictly Woman to Woman Spanking, Over Her Knee!,
I Remember When, and Firm Forceful Femmes:
This one stuck out immediately, as it features my spanking shero,
Dana Specht:
These magazines are, well….cool….and are full of reminders of our recent spanko past – video previews for the stunning Rebecca Brooks, photos of famous tops such as Christine Justice and Simone Devon, and chock full of dozens of spanking personal ads (WAY before the internet made it easy to hook up with spankos everywhere, anywhere).
Naturally, we started talking about the pre-internet era – ordering VHS tapes through the mail with money orders (those early spanking tapes were $90 apiece!), scanning printed personals for like minds, and the excitement of seeing a Spanking Story in the Playboy magazine or Penthouse Forum.
As I wasn’t even aware of the larger spanko community back then, listening to his stories was a real eye-opener, and I’m curious how many other spanking fetishists have similar tales of cashing the weekly paycheck ASAP, in order to rush out and mail that money order for Nu-West’s latest VHS release…
Were those the Good Old Days, or is this – internet, social media, short-attention-span – the Golden Era?
– Dana
New Survey – ‘Switch Hitters’
Chores
Readers,
We’ve talked before about non-corporal punishment/discipline, so I thought I’d share this photo with you:
Here’s Angel, surrounded by the FIRST batch of my spanking implements which she was instructed to clean and organize as part of her ongoing discipline. As you can see, the wood implements are piled in front, with leathers to her right and non-traditionals to her left. This does not include the many dozen more canes, delrin implements, large paddles and other sundry items contained in the closet behind her.
I should mention that ALL of these implements were already clean, as they always are, because I clean them myself after each use. This was a lesson in time-wasting – having to do a task which is completely unnecessary – and how it can be avoided by making the right choices *before* you find yourself in trouble.
I’m pleased to say that not only did Angel survive her cleaning assignment, but my implement closet is now in quite the state of order….although I can’t be certain that she hasn’t hidden at least one.
– Dana
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 9/8
Before the Party II
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Conversations with Spankos : You’re Doing It Wrong
Readers,
A recent Conversation about Fantasy vs. Reality spawned another line of thought – and an excellent one, at that.
What happens if, as a spanko, you’re lucky enough to :
a) be in a relationship
b)have a partner who’s open to spanking, if not an all-out spanko, and
c)have the opportunity to be spanked relatively regularly by said partner
but…
They suck at it?
We’ve all had less-than-perfect spankings, where the spanker chose an intensity, rhythm, or implement which wasn’t necessarily tops on our list; I’m not talking about the occasional imperfect scene.
I mean, what does one do when, no matter how many times they try, the spanker just can’t manage to pull a good spanking out of their hat to save his or her life?
It sounds like I’m being glib about this, and maybe a little levity is a Good Thing, because this seems like a Big Problem to me. When practice *doesn’t* make perfect – what do you say?
Back in the days when my ego would still tolerate a spanking, I threw out a couple “Umm, what exactly are you doing back there” ‘s, and maybe a few “Yeah, this isn’t going to work” ‘s, to boot. A hard spanking was tolerable, but a bad one wasn’t. Ever. (It’s fair to mention that these were not relationship-partner spankings, so I wasn’t terribly emotionally attached to the spanker’s response.)
But what about when the spankee IS emotionally attached to the spanker’s response? What if the spankee, as my aforementioned playmates (who definitely do not have an issue in the how-well-she-spanks dept.), is the only spanko in the equation, and doesn’t want to ‘look a gift spanking in the paddle’, so to speak?
I’m interested in hearing about how other spankos have handled this delicate situation, and I’m sure that your fellow readers are, too…
– Dana
New Spanking Story Contest : Spanking Party STAR!
Readers,
Welcome to the new Spanking Story Contest. This month, our Person, Place, and Thing theme will take us to a fictional spanking party, with lots of happy spanko revelers, where YOU are the star of the party…at least for one spanking :
Write a story about a spanking that YOU either give, or receive, at this hopping spanking party. Are you an adventurous top, an exhibitionist switch, or a first-time party bottom? Are there three people watching…or 100? Use your imagination, and write your story about :
YOU
At your most fabulous fantasy spanking party:
…either spanking or being spanked in front of an audience.
Read Before Writing :
- No depictions of characters or references to characters under the age of 18 years.
- This is a Spanking story, not a sex and cursing story. While some leeway is given here, it’s best to keep it clean.
- Don’t plagiarize, cheat, or otherwise manipulate the contest. Cheaters will be publicly shamed.
- Characters may be of any gender, and any spanking genre(s) (i.e. F/M, F/F, M/M, M/F, etc.).
- For this month’s contest, entries should be written in First Person. (i.e. ‘I went to the party’, rather than ‘Sally went to the party’.)
- Contest will end on September 30th. Winner announced on or around October 1.
- Note that I alone, subjectively, choose the winning story entry. There is no set standard, but things like proper spelling and grammar, within reason, are required.
- By entering, you agree to allow me to share/excerpt your story, here and elsewhere, in print and digital media.
The winner will receive a spanking session with me, in my hometown or any of the cities which I regularly visit.
If you’ve any questions, feel free to email me. All completed entries should also be emailed, either as part of the email’s text or as an attachment, to:
DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com
Have fun, and good luck!
– Dana
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 9/1
Messy Girl
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Spanko Disctractions #6 : Cryptogram
New FREE F/F spanking video with Angel
Here’s a fun free video which Angel and I shot during her last visit…
Angel asked me to spank her as hard as I could, with just my hand. While the spanking’s not extremely long – and I’m now convinced that I could’ve done better (TypeASpanko?) – it’s still pretty darn hard.
Enjoy!
PS. This video originally posted on Angel’s blog, AngelSpanked.com, and you can read her assessment of the scene there.
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update : 7/21
PHOTOSET : SHBs Motivational Discipline
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Diaper Position spanking, and more lost audio
Readers,
A couple weeks ago I asked forum participants about their experiences, or lack thereof, with Diaper position spankings.
It seems to be a very humbling position (echoed by bottoms who responded), but also very effective in the making-the-sit-spot-a-raging-hellfire department, too.
Along with these two obvious benefits, there’s the added bonus that spanker and spankee may make easy eye contact – and it’s one of the few positions, barring the use of a mirror, in which the spankee can see the whacks coming.
To that end, I recently filmed a great scene with one of my playmates (Mr. Sexual Harassment Bartender) where I employed the Diaper position to great effect, and was SO looking forward to sharing it.
Then I happened. Again. Yes, me. I ‘happen’ to the audio/visual equipment from time to time and, even with my best efforts, managed to do it again with said Diaper position scene. No audio. Dammit.
Naturally, I am crushed. But fear not! – I have pulled out a few still shots from the Diaper position portion of the video to highlight our current topic, and it’s just a shame that you can’t hear him reciting the number of whacks. In Spanish. For practice. Priceless, really, but I digress…
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update 7/14
Fiona’s Lost Bet
Virtual Spanking : Johnny’s Haircut
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Join the Spanking Forum!
Readers,
Now that we’re all nice and comfy here at the new blog, and I’ve managed to unplug myself from all social networking sites (whew!), you’re invited to join the Spanking Forum here on my blog if you’d like to ‘keep in touch’ outside of traditional emailing.
We’re already conversing about a number of topics, and welcome anyone who wants to talk about spanking, corporal punishment, bratting, or any other (within the Rules) aspect of adult consensual play.
You’ll find the Forum link at the top of the righthand sidebar, or just click the link below:
FORUM
– Dana
PS. There’s also now a ‘star rating’ system attached to posts, so you can rate photos, stories, and other stuff if you’re so inclined.
New FREE Product Testing video! The Wallop (and Ballgag)
Here’s Mooski again, being ever-so-helpful in this newest installment of
Product Testing with Dana Kane. Here, we’re double-testing, both the
Curse of Dana Wallop (which I LOVE and wholeheartedly endorse, but
only for tough bottoms) and Cane-iac’s ballgag (which will come in handy
when applying the Wallop, even on some of those tough bottoms).
Enjoy! – Dana
DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update – 7/7
Detention Caning
POV: Angel’s Video Chat
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New Product Testing Video: The Curse of Dana
Well, they’ve gone and done it now.
Caneiac’s made a new implement – conveyor belt material encased in rubber – called The Curse of Dana. And yes, it’s pretty darned evil.
The compliant boy featured in this video is a very heavy bottom, and most will find this implement particularly hard to handle. I, however, didn’t feel a thing.
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DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday site update: 10/14
Live Session Video: 97 Birthday Whacks
POV: New Babysitter
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Second story of the life of Amy (Historie, Part 2)
Readers,
Here is the second part of the story begun last week, ‘Historie’, by new author, Annika. As the first part received excellent feedback, Annika has chosen to share the rest of the story. Here is part two:
*****
Second story of the life of Amy
The marks on my bottom were visible for a couple of days. I was very aware of them, and avoided to change cloth or take a bath in the present of others. I was embarrassed, but secretly fascinated. And that fascination was a part I was afraid to share with anyone. What would people think??
I still listened to techno, but only with headphones on, and every time the song Confusing was going to start, I skipped it. I didn’t skip the other two songs in fact I paid more attention to them. And for some reason the songs always placed a big smile on me. The feelings inside of me were very confusing, because on the one hand I didn’t want to get in to trouble again in risk of being spanked, but on the other hand the immense feeling of inner peace, affection, security and even love was what I was left with, and I desperately wanted. I knew exactly what I could do, because my aunt did instruct me in the house rules. But it would be too obvious, if I took a bottle of wine, and stood in front of her and emptied that. The worst thing that could happen would be, if she knew, that I deliberately wanted her to spank me. She would probably pack my things and send me off to Denmark again. And was it really fair towards her? To force her into a situation where she had to cause someone pain?
So I pushed my feelings aside, and focused on the daily life again. Attending school, helping in the household, and being a good girl. My mom back in Denmark was overwhelmed by my grades, and even asked me once, why I couldn’t be like that, when I lived in Denmark……of course I didn’t tell her “Well mom maybe you should have been more aware of your role as a parent instead of trying being my friend, and a spanking now and then wouldn’t have hurt…..or maybe it would have…..”. Instead I just told her a lie about, how different and much better the school system was in the USA.
I wasn’t scared of my aunt. I respected her, and liked to keep her happy. She was very interested in me and my doings, and was concerned. We talked a lot about things I would never had talked with my mom about, and I felt she stood behind me in any situation needed, I just had to be honest.
My aunt travelled a lot, her work required that, but I was ok with that. She always checked in on me.
It does sound as if the one spanking prevented me from doing stupid things, but fact is, that someone had to tell her about my mistakes before it really would become a problem, and who else than me should tell her?? She didn’t know that we sometimes at school exploited our differences so we had time to do other things than homework. I was good in math, so I delivered school assignments in math some of the others had biology, geography or whatever as their favorite subject. Well we did have to do the tests by our self, and the teachers did wonder why some didn’t seem to hold the standard. I did, so it was one of the well kept secrets.
Alcohol was not a theme in my life anymore, at least not until one day. My aunt was away on a business trip, and I was hanging out with some friends. The parents of my friend weren’t home, and we listened to loud music, played videogames, talked and just had a lot of fun. My friend opened a cupboard where his parents had stashed alcohol. He looked at us and smiled. “So anyone care for a drink…….”. My heart started to pump faster. I knew this was a thing my aunt certainly wouldn’t approve off, and the consequence would probably be severe. She wouldn’t be home before the end of the week, so I only had to make sure I wouldn’t drink so much, that it would be traceable over the phone, when she checked in on me. So like the others I did care for a drink….or two…..Time flew and I never noticed that my phone didn’t ring. I wasn’t drunk or anything, I felt in control, I just didn’t think about my phone. I went home that evening, felt so alive, happy and very much like the old Amy, untouchable.
When I saw the lights were lit in the house, I froze. My brain tried to remember if it was me, who had forgotten to turn them off, but of course I knew better. I started to create an explanation (lie) I could tell her, so she wouldn’t notice that I had been drinking. I took some deep breath and went inside. She was walking around unpacking her things, and when she noticed me she just said “Hi sweety, yes I know, my trip got a bit shorter than expected”. She looked at me, and I just stared back at her, saying nothing. Not even hi, which might have been smart in that situation. Well her smile changed to a more serious expression, when she asked me “what is wrong, you don’t seem right??”. I finally woke up, and replied, that I was just fine, I was just surprised to see her here. She still looked at me but shortly after changed back to a smile. The story I had in my head was gone, it disappeared as soon I laid my eyes on her, and I felt lucky that she seemed to be more interested in unpacking, than noticing me sneaking inside, holding my breath.
I passed her, on my way to my room, and just before getting to the stairs, she suddenly said “Amy, did you know that some alcohol, have a kind of sweet scent to it??” Once again I froze. “Did you really think you could hide this??”. I didn’t reply “yes I did, because you weren’t supposed to be home now…..”. Instead I just stood there overwhelmed with mixed emotions. I was scared, I was excited, and I thank god she didn’t see my face, because I was fighting not to smile.
“Amy I am very disappointed, I didn’t expect this kind of behavior from you, and I wonder what you have been doing all the other times I haven’t been around” “GO to your room, and get ready, and I can assure you, you will prefer to stand up the next few days at school”
It felt like ages before she came, but every footstep I could hear up the stairs, made my heart sink deeper to my stomach. I wasn’t smiling anymore, and I searched naïve after a getaway, realizing there were none. She came in to my room, looking straight at me, and then lifted her hand in which she carried a wooden brush. “this used to be your grandmoms, I inherited it, probably because she knew, I would find some use for it, and believe me I know what it is capable of”…….At that point I wished I hadn’t been holding back on the drinking, I should have drunk myself numb. But nooooo, instead the situation had made me very sober. So no place for me to hide, I had to get through this, with some kind of dignity.
She went over to my bed, sat on it and ordered me over her lap. I tried with a silent, please and pledging eyes, but she just shook her head replying “mh, mh”. So once again there I was, over her lap waiting for the first hit. The sting of the wooden brush was unbearable. She was very annoyed with me, so the rhythm was steady and the strength was hard. There were no breaks, and I think I started to cry after a few minutes. I cannot really tell because I lost traction of time. When she stopped, I started breathing again, but she wasn’t done. Instead she started to give me a lecture about how much damage consuming of alcohol can do to the body and the ability to learn things. She put the hairbrush aside, and then claimed that the rest of the spanking (hand) was for me to remember not to do this again…..as if the first part of it wasn’t enough……In the end my bottom was numb, which I think she knew, cause the last two were given to the top of my legs.
“Amy I know you probably find me very unfair, but this is for your own good, and one day you will understand” “Can I trust you not to get into trouble, when I am away on business trips???”…..”Yes”…….”I am sorry”…….”I know you are…..go to sleep, and a new day will start tomorrow”
I didn’t wear any underpants that night, and I didn’t really get that much sleep either, not because of the pain or the heat of my bottom, I just didn’t understand how on earth, this could be a thing I actually had wanted to happen, how weird was I???…….but at the same time I could breathe, I was focused, I was me…..
A
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Your Opinion – another spanking fiction ebook?
Readers,
Looking back on the totality of this blog, I’ve become even more aware of the talent shown in many of the spanking stories you have submitted. Rereading many of them, I’m again amazed at the sheer volume and quality of original spanking fiction that’s passed through the blog, from a lot of really dedicated writers.
So I’m tossing around an idea for a large compilation – an ebook – of great spanking stories.
The book would be a mix of reader-submitted stories and requested new writings from some of my favorite spanking authors.
What do you think, readers? Can the world handle another spanking ebook? I’d love your opinions on content, viability, and design. Especially if you’re a fan of spanking fiction – what draws you to the genre? And what story aspects do you consider integral?
Also, which stories already posted here are your favorites, and why?
– Dana
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Vote for the Marital Discipline photo contest
Readers,
The time has come to cast your vote for the winner of the Marital Discipline photo contest!
Below, you’ll find all the qualifying entrants – male and female – posted in random order, each with an accompanying number. At the bottom of the page, vote for your favorite.
* Voting ends October 15th.
* Comments will be moderated – be nice, or go away.
* Only vote once. Cheaters will be publicly shamed.
This month’s photo contest winner will receive a Marital Discipline with Dana Kane DVD!
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Marital Discipline photo contest Entrants:
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Sunday DanaKaneSpanks.com update: 10/7
POV Lecture Series: Eye Contact
and the addendum…
Office Cleavage Peeper
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F/M spanking fiction writers, share your work with Anastasia Vitsky
Readers,
Anastasia Vinsky publishes a blog called governing ana, at governingana.wordpress.com.
While Ana’s blog writings are now offline – as she’s been offered a book deal for her work – she is now hosting other writers of published F/M spanking fiction on her blogsite on select Mondays.
The feature is called ‘Fika’ (see Ana’s blog for the definition – it’s fun!), and the first installment is called ‘Celeste Jones on eBooks for Newbies’.
If you’re interested in being featured on Anastasia’s Fika Monday’s, send an introductory email to Ana, at:
ana_stasia2007@yahoo.com
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Factoids: Totally non-spanking-related
Readers,
While I should likely be hard at work on some more interesting blog post, video editing project, or email back-up, my mind is still on east coast time and there’s not much brilliance sparking upstairs this very early Las Vegas morning.
So.
Since it’s nearly my birthday, I think I’ll allow myself a few minutes of mindless self-involvement – although it should be noted that I have been asked about my height and musical preferences more often than not.
So here’s one of those “Things you don’t know about me” things…
1. I am 5’8″ tall. (This comes as a surprise to many of my playmates upon our first meeting, and I’m not sure why. Do I look short?)
2. I wear a size 8 shoe.
3. Jeans and sneakers are my preferred everyday wardrobe.
4. While most of them are usually covered, I have a LOT of tattoos – and I love every single one of them.
5. I am the crazy cat lady.
6. Good books make me very happy. I’ve avoided the Kindle craze thus far, as printed pages are a large part of the joy of reading for me.
7. I’m from Texas. Ya’ll.
8. I usually cut my own hair. That’s why it looks the way it does. Ha!
9. Believe it or not, I absolutely HATE to fly.
10. I don’t wake up well.
11. Talking on the telephone is not on my list of favorite things to do.
12. I love to sing, although I am decidedly not good at it. Most all music has the capacity to charm me.
13. I also love to dance. (See above)
14. Shopping malls make me claustrophobic.
15. Most embarrassingly, I buy People magazine nearly every week.
Now, back to spanking…
– Dana
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