The Spanking Writers

I would like to introduce you to a new exciting blog. “On the Edge of Discovery” is by Lily, Lyra and Marlowe, who find themselves in a brand-new kinky triad relationship, with many things to discover and many feelings to process.

For example, Marlowe writes about their first night together:

It’s slightly odd that I feel nervous writing this.

I think it is because this memory sits as one of those warm, soul-sustaining, life affirming experiences that has already absorbed into my sense of self and I am cautious of examining it too closely. Perhaps this gem will have a flaw if I look too close. On the other hand, it felt half unreal by the following day. If I am to remember and reflect then this is a risk that will have to be run. “The unexamined life” and all that…

And his wife Lily writes:

I remember the shift that occurred as we moved from kink to intimacy. In the realm of kink, I found myself relatively confident, comfortable and self assured. In contrast Lyra appeared tentative; curious and engaged, but tentative. As we moved towards intimacy, I felt myself grow initially very tentative. I had never kissed a woman (in more than jest) before and the difference in sensation removed any sense of confidence. I had no idea of how one approached intimacy with a woman and I found myself transported back to my teenage years once more.

The blog promises to be a fascinating look into how 3 people enjoy kink and each other, and learn to work it all out together.

Does anyone want to know the back-story behind yesterday’s US – Russian spy exchange? The Americans weren’t sure whether the ten alleged Russian agents were actually spies or not;  I can exclusively reveal details of what happened after the  recent arrests…

“Take her to the cells. You have an hour. The President needs a definitive answer as to whether she is a spy, or not.”

“Yes, sir.” Pauses. “But how do we prove it?”

“Elementary. Before they send their spies over here, they teach them to withstand torture, don’t they?”

“Yes, sir…?”

“So tie her to the whipping bench, give her a dozen hard strokes of the cane. If she’s begging you to stop, do so at once. For a trained spy will withstand that and far, far more without breaking…”

Abel shares some of the ideas that almost, but not quite, turned into spanking stories, and reflects about his writing process.

Relevant links:

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A Painful Awakening

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When we started publishing anthologies of “The Spanking Writers”,   we took a decision not to make them available as e-books. (For various reasons, chief of which being: “Who on earth would want one?”) Several people have since surprised us by asking about an e-book edition, and – because we don’t like disappointing anybody – we’re now thinking of making one available.

I’m not sure I quite understand the need, and I’d love it if you gave me your views on spanking e-books. A Kindle version I can understand: if you have an e-reader, you’ll want books to go on it. But if you don’t have a Kindle, is having an e-book option likely to excite you?

If you prefer e-books, is this because of privacy considerations? Shelf-space issues? Some other reason?

Would you buy a Spanking Writers anthology as a non-Kindle e-book?

EDITED TO ADD: Enough people like the idea of downloadable ebooks, that I went ahead an enabled the ebook feature for Spanking Writers 2. You can get it here.

I arrived at Orly airport rather early* for my flight last week – and there’s only so much time one can kill wandering bookstores when one doesn’t read the language fluently, luxury food shops when one’s not hungry, and perfume stores when one only has hand luggage so can’t buy their products.

Over a (terrible) cappuccino, I was given to picture girls arriving early at the Punishment Centre for their whippings. The letters they’d have received from the court authorities would have been clear on the logistics. Something like the following:

You should arrive no later than 10:00 to complete the necessary paperwork in good time. Your caning, as ordered by the magistrate, is scheduled to take place at some point between 10:30 and 11:30, and will last no more than 15 minutes in total. You should be free to leave no later than 12:00.

And what of girls who arrived late? They’d be made to wait for the next available slot in the schedule – possibly for several hours. And the letter would be clear on the further consequences:

Should you miss your appointment, an additional ten (10) strokes of the cane will be added to your sentence.

Not, I hasten to add, that flying with Air France is in any way comparable to a punishment. Oh no…

* Writes he, anticipating Cath’s derision for my paranoia about being late: the taxi took half the time it usually does, OK?

I’m very happy to announce that, if you were waiting to get your copy of our second anthology from Amazon.com or Amazon.co.uk, you can now do so, because “The Spanking Writers. Volume 2″ is officially amazoned.

You can also still get it from its original home (and we get to keep a few more pennies if you do that – just so you know).

However you get our book, we hope you’ll enjoy it, and come back to tell us so!

EDITED TO ADD: It’s also now available as a PDF ebook right here.

There must be *vanilla* perverts, right? Folks who spend their lives thinking about doing rude, indecent things – but which don’t involve spanking? So what little fantasies do *they* dream up when they’re out for dinner?

I ask because I’m writing this sitting outside a Parisian restaurant, sipping cold cider and waiting for my meal to arrive. And to pass the time, I’ve been pondering the thrashings that the rather adorable waitresses are doubtless going to receive later this evening.

They’re all student types – very sweet, very polite, very delightfully French. There’s Justine, my waitress; I’m sure from the stern way that the maitre d’ just spoke to her that she’ll end her shift bent over the desk in the manager’s office, being strapped.

Her elfin friend Caroline, the trainee, serving the drinks? She’s absent-minded this evening, knowing that by the time she gets home her guardian will have read the letter that she’d brought home from school. Suspended for a week? She’d be sent straight to her room; he’d follow; his belt would be folded double to teach her a lesson.

And the lass on the front desk, greeting new arrivals? I reckon she and the domme-like manageress have a thing going on, enjoying the kinkiest OTK spankings at the end of every evening.

But back to the vanilla pervs. I’m sure their minds must wander too, presumably imagining the young women’s imagined sexual antics. So, who’s worse: me daydreaming about whippings, or them mentally undressing the girls for a sound shagging?

Today’s Observer Magazine has a great article about Grindr, a mobile app for gay men: with the help of GPS it pin-points who nearby is also using Grindr, displays their photos and allows the user to chat to the available guys. There’s apparently a straight version coming soon.

The founder of Grindr talks about his first lonely years as a gay teenager, how he asked himself “the question… every gay man starts asking from the moment he realises he’s gay. You are somewhere and it’s: ‘Who else here, right now, is gay? Who?‘ You are looking around, you are constantly wondering.”

Remind you of anything? It certainly reminds me of the times Abel and I find ourselves in large crowds – concerts, airports etc – and play a “spot a spanko” game. If you believe the urban legend of internet statistics, every tenth person in the world is kinky. Don’t you often catch yourself wondering, who?

I’d love it if there were a kinky equivalent of Grindr – for spanking enthusiasts, or perhaps a pan-BDSM app for wider implementation. Spankr? Fetishr? Kinkr? Either would work. I usually don’t feel much need to talk to strangers, even kinky strangers, but it would be a matter of great comfort to know that they’re there: they’re near.

I woke with the hazy image in my mind of a girl, standing before a gentleman, pleading: “Please don’t send me to him…”

But who were they? My first thought was of a young submissive, praying that her master wouldn’t send her along the corridor to his friend – to be used as the other gentleman thought fit.

But was she rather a schoolgirl, begging a housemaster to give her another chance – knowing that a trip to the headmaster would inevitably result in a caning? Or a young lady in her guardian’s study, not wanting to be sent to the local disciplinarian for punishment?

Oh, what fun it is to weigh the various options…

I dreamed I was a chaperone at a party for teenage girls. The setting was either late Victorian or Edwardian: long dresses, quiet conversation, fruit punch and cake.

Except I noticed one of the girls slipping out to cry on the balcony. I went after her, and found that another girl had been rude to her about her appearance. Apparently, that girl had been rude to quite a few of the others, any only this one was sensitive enough to need a little weep in the corner.

I found the rude girl and invited her into another room to have a chat. She genuinely didn’t understand what she had done wrong. “But Eleanor does have a really long nose! Why shouldn’t I say so?”

I explained it as well as I could – I can be really eloquent in dreams! – and the girl was soon in tears of remorse.

At this point, it would have been good to give her a few licks of the cane, to deepen the remorse and help the lesson sink in, but I woke up. Oh, well, I can imagine the caning happened!