The Spanking Writers

A thought-provoking entry on a school message board on Friends Reunited:

“How many times did we copy out the school rules in detention only to go and break them all again within a few days?”

What a nice concept: I’ve always thought of girls copying out Latin tracts, or writing lines, or neatly reproducing pages from a heavy encyclopaedia. Copying the school rules would re-enforce correct behaviour, and allow no excuse were future offences to be committed.

One could imagine that some girls in detention would have committed more serious offences. Their hands would shake as they copied out the relevant section from the rules, documenting how these particular misdemeaours “would additionally result in a caning at the end of Detention”.

Alternatively, they might be made to copy out the school history, a chapter per detention. A note would be taken of how many chapters each girl had copied during a year: once they had written out the whole book, their next detention would be replaced by a caning.

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Apparently, this little advert comes from a vanilla site. Those vanillas are out of control! Thanks to Bobby for emailing it to me.

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This week’s best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them.

Mr. Sugasm himself
The New Wave of Porn Star Hookers (http://www.sugarbank.com)

BDSM and Fetish
Sweet Torture (http://xantasia.blogspot.com)
Sweet and Dirty (http://tangysweet.blogspot.com)
A Spanking Interlude (http://www.spankingwriters.com)
Spanked Again! (http://everythingoze.blogspot.com)
Punishment vs. Discipline (http://www.alternativealbany.com/bdsm/)
A Lesson in the Fine Art of Whipping (http://designingintimacy.blogspot.com)
I feel slightly better and get the brush and the paddle… Hmmmm (http://spankingkatiespades.blogspot.com)
A Gift (http://thebinside.blogspot.com)
Frugal Kink: The $25 Toy Bag (http://www.dangerousfemme.com)
D is for Daddy (http://redvelvetropeburn.com)
Carol’s room (http://assistantmistress.blogspot.com)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
What a girl has to do… (http://dawnndirty.blogspot.com)
Virginal Cherry (http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com)
Touched, for the very first time (http://faltenin.blogspot.com)
Surprise (I) (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
Sunday Confession (http://wetbeyondbelief.blogspot.com)
Sexual Exploration (http://sexyukgirl.blogspot.com)
The Return of the Lawyer (http://www.suchnonsense.com)
Outside (http://bdsmlover.blogspot.com)

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Remarkably, it’s 25 years to the day since the “fairytale wedding” of Lady Diana Spencer and HRH Charles Philip Arthur George Windsor, Prince Of Wales, Duke Of Cornwall, Duke Of Rothsay, Count Of Chester, Count of Carick, Baron Of Renfrew, Great Steward Of Scotland, Lord Of the Isles. (Yes, really).

One of Diana’s qualifications for a royal marriage was supposedly that she could arrive at the altar in pristine virginal state. I’m given to wonder whether the same criteria are being applied to Prince William’s apparent beloved, Kate Middleton.

Miss Middleton is rather cute. If sex is not an option, the heir-to-the-heir-to- the-throne presumably has to find alternative ways of ‘entertaining’ her on their holidays together, without actually doing the deed that might debar her from a role as a future Queen.

Now I don’t want to start any scurrilous rumours, but I can’t therefore help but wonder whether spanking forms part of William’s must-not-have-sex repertoire? Now there’s a image to bring to mind the next time you see a tabloid snap of the young lady in question.

PS if you hear tell of a spanking writer thrown into The Tower for High Treason in the next day or two, that’ll probably be me.

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An amazing number of people ends up on our blog searching for the terms “Snape” and “spanking” - and it’s amazing to me because, for all my love of Professor Snape, I don’t write fan fiction, and Abel has never even read “Harry Potter” (yes, you can hold it against him - I do). In order to save the good surfers from disappointment, here’s a quote from the best Snape/Hermione spanking story of all time, “A Private Lesson” by Mikki Rosie.

Hermione remained silent as he lifted the hem of the short skirt and laid it back to rest far above her hips, exposing the sensible panties underneath. Her face flushed hot as he pressed a hand to the small of her back. She involuntarily arched in response to the touch, effectively lifting her bottom. She supposed he was positioning her exactly as he pleased. Professor Snape did everything else in such a meticulous manner. Why not this?

The cool hand disappeared, and Hermione chanced a quick peek over her shoulder. Snape had stepped back from her, and was rolling up his sleeve. He glanced up at her. “Eyes ahead,” he said off-handedly, resolutely continuing with his preparations. He shook out the birch again, and the soft tick-tick-ticking of the rods against one another was as clear and piercing to her as the whistle for the Hogwarts Express.

Hermione closed her mouth and held tighter to the edge. She closed her eyes in shame. His voice lowered, and the near-whisper burned her ears. “Twelve. Count them out. And for your sake, Miss Granger, I strongly suggest that you endeavor not to miss your count, nor to move from the position in which I have placed you.”

(Mija sent me the link to this story once upon a time. And guess what, it’s her birthday today. Happy Birthday, Mija! We love you.)

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Next table to me in a restaurant. Mother turns to restless daughter and comments, “If you take your bottom off that chair, I’ll spank it.”

Pedantically, I wondered whether the chair was into being spanked or not.

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“Are you behaving down there?” Abel shouted to me from upstairs.

He often does that during the day, when each of us is glued to our own work-station. Not because there’s a wealth of room for misbehaviour, you understand, but because when both of us are working from home, it’s nice to remind each other that this is no lousy corporate office, and we can do whatever we like.

“No!” I shouted, as usual. And then: “I need a spanking!” I don’t know what made me say it; an instant before I was unaware that I needed a spanking, or that I was going to request one - but as soon as I said it, it was true, and I knew it. If I had my bottom smacked now, my work would go so much better.

“OK,” he called down. “Come here.”

I jogged up the stairs, to where he was waiting for me on the landing. He unclipped my fancy belt, yanked down my trousers and bent me down, with his arm around my waist. I could see our cat where she was stretched out on the carpet: a figure of feline bliss. She didn’t even deign to open her eyes as the spanks started echoing around the hallway. Thus, holding me under his arm-pit, Abel gave my bottom a dozen crisp, heavy slaps. I owwwed and squealed in appreciation, and wriggled about a little when it started to really hurt.

“There,” he said, helping me upright. “Better now?”

“Immesurably.” We hugged. The cat opened one golden eye: it was obviously missing the slapping sounds and the cries.

This is no corporate office, alright.

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Satirical magazine Private Eye writes this week about Bedgebury School. It notes that governors have just written to parents with “the shock announcement of the imminent closure of this 80-year-old day/boarding girls’ school set in 200 acres of Kentish parkland.”.

The school, with over 300 students, occupies a “six-storey ‘French chateau with Versailles-style gardens”, surrounded by “rolling pastures, lakes and forests”. Its reputation “was founded on its ability to turn less able girls into high achievers.”

Naturally, I’m picturing the lasses that must have been caught ‘out of bounds’ over the years, and their painful consequential punishments. I’m day-dreaming about the upper floors of the mansion full of dormitories, patrolled by strict masters, home to tearful girls lying face down on their beds.

And I’m imaging a world in which one of the current batch of young ladies would earn the dubious distinction of being the very last to be taken into the Head’s office for a caning: the final entry on the final page of a punishment book documenting the shameful history of so many miscreants from the past eight decades.

Actually, I wonder if they did ever use corporal punishment at Bedgebury? I must do some research on “Friends Reunited”, that wonderful resource for the scholarly spanko. And I wonder if the school might dispose of its assets - might I put in an early bid for any canes, or for the dusty leaher-bound punishment books from olden times, or even a few desks?!

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I wish I could resist the fits of giggles that sometimes overpower me during scenes. Say, yesterday I arrived for my detention. Abel placed in front of me the book I had to copy from. It was the Economist Style Guide; in the middle of the page there was a cartoon that illustrated the difference between “distinctive” and “distinct”.

And suddenly, there they were, the giggles. “Do I have to copy the picture too, sir?” I asked, choking on laughter and horrified at the same time. Ouch. I paid for that one.

Three with a dragon cane, in case you were wondering.

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I’m sitting here in my office. Mr. White, to you. Haron, or should I say Miss Faraday, is along the corridor in the spare bedroom - or, should I say, the punishment room. As her Housemaster,I’m in suit and tie; she’s immaculate in school uniform.

After serving a detention last Sunday for failing to hand in her homework, the foolish girl has apparently repeated the offence. So it’s back to the punishment room for a second consecutive weekend, with a textbook (carefully chosen for its dullness) to be copied word for word for twenty minutes. Minimum. I’ve confiscated her watch, lest she be tempted to keep too close an eye on the time.

At the end of detention, I shall be discussing her insolent attitude at the start of her punishment: she’ll be punished with a hand spanking, befitting such childish behaviour. And then, of course, I shall teach Miss Faraday a lesson in a way that will prevent her reappearing for a third weekend in succession, with a short, sharp taste of the rattan.

Oh, how I love playing scenes. I’d better head back along the corridor to check up on the girl again.

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