The Spanking Writers

US school handbooks are an ever-fascinating source of information on the ritual of academic corporal punishment. One recent find includes detailed ‘DISCIPLINARY GUIDELINES FOR STUDENTS’, explaining that:

Discipline is the key to a successful school year for students. It is an important part of growing up and living in the world. Students appreciate and respond to a positive learning environment. We believe that such a climate is achieved through a consistent set of standards and appropriate consequences that parents and staff support.

‘Appropriate consequences’, it quickly appears from the ‘Definition of Terms’, include:

CORPORAL PUNISHMENT: Student is given a number of “licks” or paddling with a board of education approved paddle.

Ah, that explains it, then. I’d always wondered… What particularly caught my eye, though, were the punishments for ‘Cutting Class’:

(1) FIRST OFFENSE: The student will receive one (1) day in ISS [In-School Suspension]

(2) SECOND OFFENSE: The student will receive OSS—two (2) days suspension, (2) days ISS, or paddling

(3) THIRD OFFENSE: The student will receive OSS—three (3) days suspension.

So, picture the scene. A group of truant girls is sent to the Principal’s office. He admonishes them, glancing from one to another as he passes sentence:

“You all understand that the punishment for cutting class is designed to emphasise the severity of the offence. You will each serve an In-School Suspension tomorrow. Now, please return to your classroom…

…Other than Jennifer, for whom this is a second offence: you may wait behind to be paddled.”

Interesting strapline on the ads for the forthcoming movie ‘Beowulf’, in the foyer of a cinema I just walked past in London:

Evil breeds pain

Indeed. If a girl misbehaves, then she should expect the uncomfortable consequences.*

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* Comments suggesting that the phrase may be taken as implying that tops are evil would be entirely misguided.

Young Tillie, “a Mennonite Maid”, was the heroine of a novel by Helen Reimensnyder Martin, available for download from Project Gutenberg.

Her father was a strict chap, disapproving of education. Early on, the author describes ‘a day and evening of hard, hard work in her father’s celery-beds, followed by a chastisement for being caught with a “story-book”.’

You’d think she might have learnt her lesson. Oh no, dear readers: her favourite, much-loved teacher called her to her desk and gave her another book: ‘Ivanhoe’. Mindful of her previous experience:

Tillie was obliged, when about a half-mile from her father’s farm to hide her precious book. This she did by pinning her petticoat into a bag and concealing the book in it. It was in this way that she always carried home her “li-bries” from Sunday-school

Of course, she became absorbed in the forbidden book:

The clock down-stairs in the kitchen struck twelve–one–two, but Tillie never heard it. At half-past two o’clock in the morning, when the tallow candle was beginning to sputter to its end, she still was reading, her eyes bright as stars, her usually pale face flushed with excitement, her sensitive lips parted in breathless interest–when, suddenly, a stinging blow of “the strap” on her shoulders brought from her a cry of pain and fright.

Fortunately, though, the desire for learning wins out:

For a long time after her unhappy experiences with “Ivanhoe” Tillie did not again venture to transgress against her father’s prohibition of novels. But her fear of the family strap, although great, did not equal the keenness of her mental hunger, and was not sufficient, therefore, to put a permanent check upon her secret midnight reading, though it did lead her to take every precaution against detection.

A few weeks ago Martha and I were making our way through a generously-sized cafetiere at Coffee, Cake and Kink, and admiring erotic art on the wall opposite.

Among other things, there was a black-and-white print of a beautifully corseted girl, her pristine, perfect bottom bare and turned towards the audience.

“Do you know,” I said to Martha, “I could see myself buying that picture. The only thing is, Abel would probably get out his red marker pen and draw cane stripes across her bottom.”

“Mmmm,” she replied. “Imagine a spanking picture covered with wipeable glass… so that you could draw marks on it.”

Thus we have developed the spanking drawing set: you would get a picture of an unblemished bottom coated with whatever they use to make whiteboards, a set of marker pens in different shades of red, and a punishment slip template. Every time you get to decide what the girl has done, fill in her offence and sentence in the punishment slip, and administer the punishment with the help of the markers.

You could also imagine this whiteboard being useful in domestic circumstances. When a naughty girl enters the room, she can be informed of her impending punishment by means of a drawing. “Oh no! The girl on the wall had six stripes today!”

My own whiteboard, decorated with nothing more exciting than a calendar and a picture of a coffee cup, is suddenly looking quite dull.

The Education Code Regulations (1973) for Guyana are, apparently, still in effect. They contain provisions that would be deemed outdated elsewhere, outside the scenes that many of us play. “Regulation 94 [Reg. 37/1943]” is the section of interest:

(1) For serious or repeated offences corporal punishment may be administered by the head teacher or by an assistant teacher over twenty years of age and authorised by him.

(2) Whenever a head teacher authorises an assistant teacher to administer corporal punishment, it shall be administered in the presence of the head teacher and under his direction and on his responsibility.

(3) Corporal punishment for girls shall be administered by a female teacher or by the head teacher in the presence of a female teacher.

(4) Whenever corporal punishment is administered, an entry shall be made on the same day in the punishment book, with a statement of the nature and extent of the punishment and the reason for inflicting it.

Paragraph (3) is the particularly interesting one. Presumably a girl knocking on the Headmaster’s door would dread opening it to find not just the Head, but a female teacher too – for that could mean only one thing…

Abel and I have spent the weekend away, playing with a group of friends.* This has been very intense, and as usual, we’re both feeling bluesy in the aftermath.**

One of the side-effects of sub-drop for me is that I feel like I need more spanking play right now, or at least pretty soon. This is in itself not a problem: even with Abel away, I have friends locally who will be happy to assist.*** The problem is that after some of the spankings I’ve had in the last several days, my bottom is not up to much more. It’s really quite spanked out.

As a responsible player, I know I shouldn’t push my body beyond what it can process. A fairly light OTK spanking is probably as much as I can take right now. And yet… my mind screams: “Arrange a date! Be very bad! Earn a spanking, a tawsing and a caning on top! Now, today!”

Have you been in a situation like this? What have you done?

My decision is to go ahead and arrange to play with friends tonight, but to warn them to be nice to my bottom, and perhaps employ other methods of persuasion. We shall see what will come out of that.

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* You may hear more about this if we get permission from all parties to smack and tell.
** While he’s working in London and I attempt to work at home.
*** Or rather, it will be their reluctant duty and whatnot.

“A particularly fine bonfire the girls have made for Guy Fawkes’ night this year, Headmaster.” The two gentlemen peer from the window onto the merriment below in the school’s courtyard. “Indeed, Deputy Headmaster. I do wonder what they’ve done to make it burn with quite such unusual intensity.”
Suddenly, the Headmaster utters a disbelieving cry, pointing into the crowd of revellers: “Those girls are drinking vodka from the bottle!” He rushes to his cupboard: “I must go down and sort this out. I’ll cane the lot of them.”

But, dear readers, he finds the armoury quite bare, its usual fearsome collection of canes gone missing. The Headmaster turns back to his Deputy. And their eyes turn simultaneously back out of the window, to the blazing bonfire below…

No, Haron, don’t get any ideas…

Thanks are due to our friend Rapunzel, who sent us these pictures from her holiday in Charleston, SC. Look! A freshman paddle! Used on military cadets! *fans self* Apparently, it’s called “The Palmetto Paddle”:

Part of the reason I’m so excited about this is because once upon a time (when I didn’t have anybody to spank me yet) I was blown away by a book called “The Lords of Discipline” by Pat Conroy, set in a military college, and based on the author’s experiences of harsh realities of the Citadel.

The book is full of not spanking as much as downright mistreatment of cadets, and in the full light of day I would deny getting even a remote thrill of excitement out of it. When the lights go out, though… I can be one of the freshmen if I want to.

My copy of the book was tenth-hand from an expat bookstore in Kiev, and has fallen to pieces years ago, and I haven’t thought about it for a while, when along comes Rapunzel and her photos. Fantasies galore.
(Apparently, there’s also a film, but I haven’t seen it.)

Sometimes Very regularly I find myself buying books less for their literary merit than for their likely potential to inspire pervy thoughts. They don’t necessarily have to be kinky per se – a mere glimmer of a governess, a schoolroom, a reformatory, a country house is more than enough.

One such recent acquisition was “The Scandal of the Season” by Sophie Gee. It’s a fun read, and well-researched. And it’s set amidst the partying upper classes of early eighteenth century England; a couple of snippets have duly obliged on the kink-inspiring front. Take the following:

Jervas turned back to his paper. “Another slave run away in London”, he announced as her turned to the public notices.

The young lady’s description was printed in full; a reward offered. I drifted in familiar directions as it occurred to me that her punishment once found might make for a rather interesting scene. Maids, too, must have absconded on a regular basis, to be soundly thrashed on their return.

And then there was the chapter set in a masked ball, during which the characters flirted outrageously with one another. The following email exchange with Haron, over the course of about half an hour, shows how much fun we have bouncing ideas around between the two of us …

Abel: Two girls at the ball misbehave, perhaps giggly on wine at their first ball. The master of the house takes them aside, to his library, lectures them and informs them that he is to thrash them with his riding crop. Without, of course, knowing who they are… And then they take off their masks ready for their punishment….

Haron: I like! They don’t need to take off the masks, either. And I love the idea of them meeting him at social events later in the year, and knowing what he’d done, while he has no idea!

Abel: I prefer the idea of him having their masks taken off…. And finding that one was some incredibly important daughter of some grand Duke. The seeing-him-but-him-not-knowing would come when he asked one of them to dance at a future ball, not recognising her because she was in a different outfit and mask…

Abel: And I’m now rather thinking that one of them might be the youthful daughter of one of the gentleman’s former lovers… Or that one of the misbehaving guests might be dressed for the Ball as a boy: the host would have no idea that she was a girl until the mask came off…

In the comments to the Alton Towers spanking post some folks wanted to hear more about my experience of getting spanked on the London Eye. (Which was a couple of years before we started the blog, so I hadn’t thought to write about it before.)

Spanking isn’t an equivalent of extreme ironing for me, or anything: I don’t seek out impossible places to get spanked at. Our house will do, though historic cottages with no neighbours around also appeal. It’s more that whenever we’re sight-seeing, and suddenly end up on our own, something clicks: “Hey, there’s nobody here! Time for an intimate moment!” So over his knee I go.
Having specified this, let me give you some tips for spanking in a London Eye capsule.

1. The queues are insane: pre-book your ticket. In fact, pre-book it even if you aren’t planning to do any spanking.

2. Go insanely early, on a weekday. Only then will there be a chance that you’ll get the capsule to yourselves. (We went after picking up an American spanko friend off her overnight Transatlantic flight. The sight-seeing was meant to keep her awake. I suppose, it did.)

3. Check out whether you can see into the capsule below you. This will give you an idea of how much folks above you can see into yours.

4. At some point on the way down the cameras on the ground will be taking your picture, so that they can try to sell it to you as you come out. Decide for yourself whether you want the spanking on the picture. Bear in mind that it will be displayed on the monitor above the sales assistant’s head. If you keep your trousers up, you probably won’t be arrested, but who knows…

5. Don’t go on the London Eye just to spank or get a spanking. There’s no guarantee you’ll definitely get your private capsule, and the disappointment may spoil what is otherwise a really cool ride.

Obviously, if you happen to get your piece of spanking action on the Eye, come and tell us all about it