The Spanking Writers

Syracuse University’s student newspaper, The Daily Orange, in 2003:

Forty Syracuse University students participated yesterday in a rock, paper, scissors tournament in the Shaffer Art Building. The event was the first of its kind at SU

So far, so vanilla. But read on…

Male competitors comprised the majority of the crowd, but a few brave females also decided to step up to the table.

“I just got out of class, and I decided to compete because I like to win,” said Sarah Elizabeth Witt, a senior film major in the College of Visual and Performing Arts. “My strategy is to distract the other person by spanking them.”

Witt, who was “selling non-competition spankings for a quarter”, was eliminated in the first round.

I wonder… Elizabeth, if you happen to be reading, do say hi!

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I have a very important technical question.

Do you clench your teeth when you’re spanked?

I’ve been afflicted with tooth-ache for the last couple of days, and I’ve found that apart from being annoying, it completely destroys my ability to withstand any sort of corporal punishment. Because apparently - and I’ve never noticed this before - I need to clench my teeth in order to endure pain. And now I can’t. And it hurts far too much.

I’m reminded of one of my favourite movie whipping scenes: the floggin of Johnny Rico in “Starship Troopers”. As they’re about to strap him into the whipping frame, Sergeant Zim discreetly hands him a chunk of rubber, with the words: “Bite on this, son. It will help. I know.”* Johnny obeys, though how much it helps is unknown.

But what if he had a tooth-ache that day?

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* I do love Heinleinian sergeants.

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A man of eclectic musical tastes, I have developed a deep-seated interest in Japanese pop. Specifically, an artist called Atami.

I must confess that I haven’t yet heard any of his work. But I rather like a couple of his CD covers. Behold the handprint that illustrates a single called “Under the Sun”:

I’d rather like to see these tracks performed live. I suspect that the dance routines might be interesting. And if ever there was a video that’d get banned by MTV…

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“You spanked me last night,” I whined to Abel on the phone as he rode the train to work. “I was falling asleep. I had already fallen asleep! And you spanked me! Really hard! Why?”

“Well,” Abel said pensively. “You were there.”

I had been conveniently resting on my tummy, hands tucked under the pillow. Abel took this as an invitation: he pulled back the covers, and walloped me with his hand at least a dozen times. At the start, I was too sleepy to do more than squeak, but that didn’t last.

I fell back asleep, but every time I drifted half-awake in the night, and felt him turn, I wondered if he was going to do it again.

“Anyway, it wasn’t that hard,” he said. It was pleasant to think of him trying to form his responses tamely enough that the whole train carriage didn’t share the conversation.

“Yes, it was.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Was,” I took a sip of my coffee. Coffee puts me in a philosophical sort of mood. “You have to understand that whenever I get a spanking, at the time it’s the hardest spanking I’ve ever endured.”

He had nothing to say to that. Because it’s true.

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A dear friend was discussing a possible move into a new home. She was working out how to furnish it, and would love a room devoted to her spanking interests. The problem, I guess, is what you’d do if family or friends inadvertently wandered in. “We were wondering why you need a school desk and a blackboard?” might be a tough question to answer!

My suggestion was to furnish a room in the style of a Headmaster’s study. Imagine the fun you could have finding a grand oak desk just wide enough for a girl to hold onto – reaching up on tiptoes, fingertips clutching the far side.

Leather armchairs, slightly careworn, could be angled towards the desk, awaiting parents craving news of their daughter’s progress, or over whose arms girls could be positioned. A high-backed wooden chair against the wall to one side.

Think of the old school photographs, and the slightly worn trophies handed out to victors on the sports field. The bookcases: a fair selection of volumes in Latin, I think, together with histories of famous scholarly establishments. Perhaps the Headmaster’s degree certificate, framed on the wall?

The gown hanging behind the door. A mortar board? Punishment book on the desk, or in a drawer? Would the canes be out on display, propped against the wall, or locked away?

Oh, the hours of interior design fun one could have on eBay. And all perfectly suitable to be converted back into an ordinary home office before guests arrive!

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I have just posted an entry to The Punishment Book, it describes a hairbrush spanking I got last night. I won’t repeat the story here, but it got me thinking about a completely separate issue.
Once upon a time the idea of being spanked with my own brush seemed to me pretty odd. I mean, it has _hair_ on it. Not huge clumps and stuff - I do clean it - but still. In my early days as a spanko I felt that a spanking hairbrush needs to be a separate implement, not used for its original purpose (just like I wouldn’t want someone to walk around in a pair of slippers before taking one off to smack me with).

Nowadays, I don’t mind being spanked with a hairbrush I actually use on my hair. Well, “don’t mind” isn’t that accurate, either: I do very well mind, it hurts like the blazes. All the same, I don’t mind it in a bad way.

What do you think?

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Education Secretary Alan Johnson has announced a plan to raise the school leaving age in the UK.

One can’t help but think about the last time this happened. A wonderful page on the Saxon spanking website, entitled “The Rise and Fall of the Strap”, provides the necessary history lesson…

…after the raising of the school leaving age (R.O.S.L.A.) from 15 years to 16 years in about 1970, some teachers felt that their straps would not be heavy enough. (Surveys show those pupils opting to stay until 18 were seldom in need of Punishment).

John Dick obliged by producing a strap at the top of his price range, which was double thickness, presumably because he could not obtain thick enough leather for a heavier strap.

This strap became known as a ‘R.O.S.L.A. strap’ and was in fact two medium weight straps bonded together so that it had finished leather on both sides. This fearsome strap was up to about 15mm in thickness.

Guess what I want for Christmas this year?!

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We have very nearly missed our first bloggerversary.* To celebrate, we present to you a collection of links to the posts we’ve been most proud of in the last few months. (See previous ‘Best Of’ lists here and here.)

And Then There Was One - in which Abel imagines the fate of a schoolgirl summoned to the Headmaster’s office before the lessons start in the morning.

Google Translates a Spanking - in which Haron puts Google’s translation engine to ill use.

The Spanking Puzzle - in which Abel constructs a spanking word grid.

Forty-Two of The Best - in which Haron wakes up early to see her husband off on a trip, and instead ends up getting forty-two strokes of the cane.

The Captain’s Belt - in which Abel overhears a story about an air hostess’s dangerous mistake, and imagines the retribution she would receive at the hands of the captain.

The Ideal Fantasy School - in which Haron points out the differences in what is outwardly a very similar school kink for her and Abel.

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* It was on Friday. We got reminded of it by a review in Jane’s Guide. We got an “Original” and “Quality” rating. How’s that for a present?

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This morning’s trip down to London is considerably enlivened by the thought that I’ll be bringing back a friend on the return journey this afternoon, for a weekend ‘up north’.

The young lady concerned - one of the Lowewood girls, no less - wrote a wonderfuly hot note about our forthcoming journey, which she kindly agreed to let me share:

“I do like the idea of you coming down to collect me!

The girl who’s been hired for the weekend for “domestic duties”; her new Master suspecting that she’ll be nervous travelling away from home to the unknown, that she may not get on the train.

Or is such valuable cargo that she’ll be at risk if travelling unsupervised; that other gentlemen may try to intercept her.

Or that she was badly behaved on a previous journey and is no longer trusted to travel without proper supervision and discipline….

Mmmmm!”

Mmmmm, indeed For some reason, I suspect she may be sitting somewhat less comfortable on her journey home on Sunday…

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Well, here’s a new one: a woman is being sued for spanking her co-workers. That makes a change…

From the news story:

The plaintiffs … claimed Reaves-Cain “hugged the plaintiffs and pushed her breasts up against their breasts, and used the palm of her hand to spank them on the buttocks.”

The women also claim Reaves-Cain referred to the spankings as “pow-pows,” and sometimes told them “come to momma” before hugging, touching or spanking them.

And her name is Cain, of all things? How bad do spanking puns get?

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