Abel's spanking blog & stories
Sometimes spankings form part of carefully-planned scenes. Sometimes they’re serious, severe. Sometimes they’re just… well, silly.
Kami stayed at my place recently after she’d done a spanking shoot; she was far too tender for us to play that evening. The following day, she wandered into the living room to say hi shortly before I was due to start presenting by video-conference to some French clients. I glanced at the clock, and pulled her over my knee. “I don’t have to turn on the camera until the participants sign on for the event,” I explained, “and there are five minutes before it’s due to start. I’m going to spank you until the first person shows up.”
Now, I think it’s fair to say that the French aren’t always the most punctilious of time keepers, so the chances of them arriving early were fairly limited. One showed up a minute before the advertised start time, meaning the spanking lasted for four full minutes – quite painful, it seems, on a well-caned and well-birched bottom!
This weekend’s been a quiet one – a chance to re-charge my batteries after an eventful few weeks. Last weekend, though? Now there’s a tale to tell…
It’d long been one of my ambitions to book a large house and invite friends to stay and play for a few days. After a fair amount of research – and many, many months ago – I finally found the ideal place. The property that became known as “Kinky Towers” is hidden away in rural England; parts of the building date from the fourteenth century. It’s an important enough place to feature in a well-known guide to England’s 1000 best houses.
Our pattern of lazy morning / wonderful lunch out [thanks to Simon for the research!] / lazy afternoon / informal dinner in the rather lovely dining room was mixed in with some wonderful play.
To use a phrase with the historical resonance appropriate for the location, Harriet found herself ‘privately whipped’ – the chaise longue in the bedroom being put to good effect. (She does whimper more adorably than perhaps anyone I know!)
I played a lovely scene on the Saturday afternoon with Cath, who was punished and disciplined by her tutor for poor work with 36 severe strokes using my two thickest canes.It was lovely to play again, after too long a gap.
During that tutorial discussion upstairs, Emma Jane had led a scene downstairs with the rest of the group; later in the evening it fell to HH and I to take EJ out of her toppy headspace, both beating her seriously harshly with an assortment of implements, witnessed by the two people she’d whipped in the afternoon. Harriet too found herself being held down for hard punishment during the scene: watching the two girls hug afterwards (chastely, I might add!) was truly lovely. Simon too was whacked – in a weekend where I develop rather a liking for tawsing his hands (only my second experience of M/M play).
On Sunday? A very different experience, holding EJ’s hands as HH punished her – mentally, for me, by far the most intense part of the weekend. And then an evening scene: a Manx birching of twenty strokes each for Cate and Cath, using two of Mr Allen’s wonderful authentically-reproduced implements. And finally a severe hand-tawsing for Cath from HH and myself – the last few whacks commuted (?!) at her pleading request to more with the birch.
I can’t thank my fellow house guests enough; this really was one of those weekends that will stick in the memory for many years to come. Wonderful friends + great venue + total trust between the group = remarkable play. That’s about as good a kinky equation as I can think of.
A little game developed the other week between myself and Nic Steele, who comments here on a fairly regular basis and who’s become such a good and trusted friend over the past few months.
Like me, you may have been made to learn lists of collective nouns at school. There are the obvious ones – a pride of lions, a flock of birds, a pack of dogs, a school of dolphins. And then there are the quirkier ones – such as a bellowing of bullfinches or a murder of crows.
In response to one of my posts, Nic wondered what collective nouns might apply to words that crop up here on Spanking Writers on a regular basis. So, here are a few suggestions:
Any alternatives for the ideas above? Or any suggestions for different spanking-related collective nouns? Do play along in the comments…!
Oh, how I love Twitter and the inspiration it brings. As a result of tweets exchanged there this morning, I’m proud to unveil this month’s festive spanking game – Spankvent (a phrase coined by @bandreesub and used with her permission).
Participants wanted… see below for how to play.
It all started with an exchange about advent calendars, involving @marthalinton, @tobywednesday, @sarahlrh, @hellomrallen, @nickymontford and myself (and what a nice group to chat to, I must say).
Sarah explained that she had an advent calendar with numbered felt pockets for each day; I mentioned that I’d long wanted one such with a different implement per day; Nicky suggested that the spanking should somehow match the day number (for example, one minute’s hand spanking or spray birching on the 1st; 12 strokes on the 12th).
So that’s the game. If you want to play, comment and claim your date (not selecting a date that’s already been claimed by someone else), between 1st – 24th December; if you want to share your plans, please do so; and I’ll collate some tales from all who’ve participated and publish Tales from Spankvent here on the blog at the end of the festive season.
Ready? Set? Go…!
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Edited a few hours later – here’s the final list of who’s playing: thanks so much to you all for joining in; this is such fun:
1st – EMDifference
2nd – Eliane
3rd – Sarah
4th – Ronnie
5th – Alyss
6th – Irelynn
7th – Quai
8th – Toby
9th – Judy
10th – Mr Wrath
11th – Miss Swoons
12th – Amy Hunter / Simon Jenkins
13th – Nicky Montford
14th – Leia Ann
15th – Tepees
16th – Poppy
17th – FawcettHall
18th – Abel
19th – Cate
20th – Emma Jane
21st – Bandree
22nd – Scarlett
23rd – Kaelah & Ludwig
24th – Alias