The Spanking Writers

You know how it goes: you find a blog, you read it often, but you can never quite summon up the courage, or the energy, or an idea, to post a comment to any of the posts. All the other readers seem like they’ve all known each other for ages, and the banter may seem impenetrable.

This is why Bonnie has invented a day when all the spanking bloggers invite their usually   silent readers to speak up. You don’t need to have anything in particular to say: feel free to introduce yourself, or simply to say hello. We’ll be happy to meet you.

Go on, come on forward!

Harry Potter spanking fanfics are surprisingly difficult to find (as we’ve discussed a few times). Well, no more: there’s now a Yahoo group dedicated exclusively to that elusive subject.

Yes, really.

I give you Harry Potter Discipline. Don’t read it all at once!

(Hmm, funny how the front page is decorated mainly with pictures of Snape. Puzzling, really… Not!)

Our UK readers who don’t mind staying up late may want to watch ITV3 tonight, at 12:25. As a part of their Roald Dahl weekend, they are showing Galloping Foxley, as part of “Tales of the Unexpected”.

ITV’s website sums it up thus:

A man is haunted by an unhappy childhood and taunted by school bullies – and a stranger on a train could be responsible for his misery. John Mills and Anthony Steel star.

Like this sort of misery:

When Foxley disappeared I knew he was walking down to the far end of the basin-passage. Foxley always did that. Then, in the distance, but echoing loud among the basins and the tiles, I would hear the noise of his shoes on the stone floor as he started galloping forward, and through my legs I would see him leaping up the two steps into the changing-room and come bounding towards me with his face thrust forward and the cane held high in the air. This was the moment when I shut my eyes and waited for the crack and told myself that whatever happened I must not straighten up.

Anyone who has been properly beaten will tell you that the real pain does not come until about eight or ten seconds after the stroke. The stroke itself is merely a loud crack and a sort of blunt thud against your backside, numbing you completely (I’m told a bullet wound does the same). But later on, oh my heavens, it feels as if someone is laying a red hot poker right across your naked buttocks and it is absolutely impossible to prevent yourself from reaching back and clutching it with your fingers.

“Foxley” is showing seriously late for me, but I don’t know if I can resist staying up for it. This short story is one of my childhood literary experiences responsible for the fact that out of all the flavours of spanking fetish, I’ve ended up with a British boarding school kink. I’ve got to see it on the screen.

Also, I love John Mills.

(Thanks to Gerrard for a heads-up on the TV programming.)

For the most part, we make a point of not posting too many spanking pictures: this blog is about expressing ourselves with words, through words.

Then again, sometimes you just have to. Abel has come across a blog in German by Strenger Lehrer,* who posts lots of spanking drawings.** Now, I find drawings even more attractive than photos (and I love spanking photos), so I had a good dig-around in his archives.

…I remember, when I was at school, we regularly had this type of homework where we were given a picture, and had to write a story based on it. What is happening here? What has happened before? Why are these people acting the way they are in the picture?

I suggest a similar excercise. Here’s a picture:

What do you think is going on? For one thing, is this a school? I think it is, but it might be a governess punishing her charge with the help of a butler, or somebody.

What do you think the girl has done? Do you reckon all the other girls are here to watch, or are they waiting for their turn on the whipping bench?

I leave it to your imagination, folks.

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* “Strict Teacher”, if my German has not entirely abandoned me.
** Though he never links to where he’s found them in the first place, which is annoying if you’re trying to find more by the same author.

It’s September. Can you smell freshly-sharpened pencils? That’s because it’s the start of a new term in Lowewood Academy.

It’s a new term, a new school year; new characters are starting the Lower Sixth. Last year’s prefects have graduated, and the girls are now prefects themselves. The new Head Girl Jessica promises us -

Spanking, cold showers, games, short skirts, gorgeous girls, illicit drinking, evil Masters, sneaking out of school, leather straps, vigilant teachers, Lochgelly tawses, sweets, handsome and horny guys, girly gossip, standing in the corner, stockings, medical examinations, sadistic prefects and of course, the dreaded cane, are all in plentiful supply in this modern version of St Trinians (although the behaviour is probably worse!)

I’m quite proud of what we’ve done in Lowewood so far, you know. Each of the permanent writers has written enough for a small spanking novel, and with all the storylines put together, it looks like quite an epic.

When we started, I certainly hadn’t expected the level of detail we were going to go through, or the elaborate plotting that goes on behind the scenes. Or the gossip whenever somebody writes something outrageous, and the authors call each other up to say: “Have you heard? Gina snogged Laura!” Considering that neither Gina nor Laura are represented by a real person, the level of excitement this produces is rather amusing.

I’m looking forward to the next year. I hope you are, too. If you like Lowewood, tell your friends about it, OK?

Just as last year, when I was starting to write as Sylvie Barnable, I invite the readers to try and guess which new Lowewood character I have taken up. We’ve been blogging as the new pupils for a few weeks now, so go ahead, have a read, and take a guess.

EDITED TO ADD: It’s Ned Corwin. I decided it was time to follow the footsteps of Roald Dahl, and indulge myself in writing some M/m school stories – one of my guilty pleasures. I’ve never written F/m, but I’d like to give that a go as well. Lowewood is a very accommodating universe.

(Abel will continue his occassional posts as the school chaplain, Reverend Jenkins. Until he gets struck by lightning, I expect.)

I love writing blog entries with Haron around. We spark ideas, toy with phrases – and sometimes moderate each other’s ideas.

Take my recent musings on the strict Master Librarian. I ended up writing a line in which he, rather menacingly, explained how rarely a caned girl returned for a second punishment. I’d originally toyed with a slightly different phrase:

“I always present a girl with her cane at the end of her punishment. It acts as a reminder and a deterrent. It is rare that she has to bring it back to me to be applied a second time.”

I rather liked this – especially combined with the idea of a nail above each dormitory bed, on which the canes were to hang: an ever-visible mark for the girls who had been thrashed.

So did Haron, but counselled that a librarian with a seemingly endless supply of new canes might just possibly be seen as a tad pervy. And, as that wasn’t at all the impression I was trying to create, the lines came out. I think she was right, but it was a close-run thing.

We love The Punishment Book, a collection of accounts of real-life domestic discipline to which Haron occasionally, ruefully contributes. The post I’m going to select as the final (and my favourite) of our tour around other spanking blogs isn’t about a specific punishment, though. It’s our dear friend Mija’s entry from the start of this year, marking the tenth anniversary of her online delurk, on alt.sex.spanking.

At the time I was 29, in the middle of the first year of my MA program and floundering in an unhappy marriage that had taken my 20s and left me feeling far older than I was. My (now) ex husband saw my interest in spanking as “outside any idea” he could have about me. I’d buried my desires deep, only to have them reappear, triggered by writings of feminist Dorothy Allison.

ASS/SSS gave me another world and life to be part of, a place where I could write and post the fantasies that had made up my inner life for years.

Mija goes on to describe how she started to swap emails with Pablo, who quickly “seemed like the only person in the world who knew and cared for me”. They’ve now been married for over two years.

My life is happier now than I even could have imagined then. I owe more to this community then I can express. It’s hard to know what to write. My best friends, parties, playmates, scenes and loves have come from here. This place and you people have given me more than I could ever hope to return.

This summer I’ll turn 40. I’m in the final year (or so) of my doctoral program. My 30s have been the most wonderful time of my life and I feel so fortunate to have found ASS/SSS, the scene and all that has come from those discoveries.

I look forward to the next decade. Life takes swings and steps backwards sometimes, but ultimately it seems to always get better.

Ten years ago today I discovered the spanking community. I really believe it was the most significant thing that will ever happen to me.

This is truly touching stuff – and Mija’s very personal post speaks for so many in its exposition of the joy that the internet has brought to those of us who share this kink. (And we’re especially proud that quite a few folks have chosen The Spanking Writers as their own safe, friendly place to delurk).

From time to time, we discover wonderful new blogs thanks to links from folks who comment here. One such is Abby’s “The Little Red Schoolhouse“. Her post of 19 July is truly wonderful; it builds up through a discussion of punishment to a beautiful and poignant ending:

And when I do break, when I do begin to weep silent slow tears, then sob, when I can’t hold back a cry with every stroke, when I know I’ve built up to it, have earned it, have struggled through every part of my mind and have released it all, I can let go.

Every pain throughout the day is gone. Every familial agony and workplace drama is released in the whoosh of his chosen implement. Swish. I pay every bill in full. Crack. I am beautiful and striped and proud. Then, slice, I’m only a little girl. I’m only a little girl. With each stroke, this is all I know now.

I collapse into him afterwards, this little girl fully punished, released of all her sins and the sins of those around her, and he holds me, curls around me, gently, whispering how proud he is of me. My hips begin to rise and writhe, pressing back against him even with the pain, and I am a woman, ready to carry the weight of the world once again.

There’s lots more great stuff in the first few posts on what is still a very new site; well worth a browse.

Kirsten Ellison’s Yahoo 360 page, “Curtseygirl”, offers some delightful writing. Her opening strapline (and I’d never pondered the juxtaposition of ‘strap’ and ‘line’ until writing that!) advises:

Make friends with Australian girls: their ancestors were British convicts so they enjoy being flogged.

One particular post that caught my eye was “A Rose in Bloom“. It’s an interesting writing experiment – as Kirsten says, “I thought that since I see myself within 360 as a writer rather than a spanko I’d try out a few other ways of writing than simple narrative”.

The introduction is in a conventional enough style:

Kirsten was somewhere between pleased and frightened. Why she had been invited to speak at the Sixteenth International Biennial Convocation on Discipline in Schools at Wrest Point Casino was beyond her understanding, but that she had been asked to speak on the subject “Christian Scriptural Understandings upon the Use of Physical Means of Sanction” had left her stunned.

She allowed herself a brief scan of the platform: sitting two seats down from her was a Catholic Monsignor from Rome: surely he’d have been a better option on the topic, since whilst Kirsten was most certainly Christian, and of the Biblical mindset, she did not believe that flogging was the answer to very much at all.

This, after all, was the twenty-first century; the age of Samuel Marsden, “The Flogging Parson”, had passed, even in Van Dieman’s Land. Sitting between her and his grace was Sir Stephen Aldwych, former Secretary of State for Education in HM (British) Government, and former head master of Kirsten’s own girlhood school. Indeed it was Sir Stephen who had served Kirsten with her only experience of corporal punishment whilst she had been a pupil.

The neat thing in the writing is the way she presents the speech. I’ll share just the opening – click over to Kirsten’s blog is you’re curious to see the rest:

“Good morning your Excellency, Madam Premier, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for your welcome: it is indeed a great privilege to be home, and to be speaking to you on a topic so close to my heart. I must admit to a bout of nerves at this point, speaking not only in the presence of both the Governor of Tasmania and the Premier, but also of Sir Stephen, my former head-master. When last we shared a desk in the same room I was bent across it…

Laughter

“…I trust the same shall not be required of me today.”

Stefanie von Platen’s blog on her Yahoo 360 page is often of interest. One recent post, “Punishment Friday”, was particularly entertaining. I love the way her Headmistress sets the scene:

Sitting at my desk, sipping my tea in silence, I went over the list of pupils that still were outside. One pupil from year 10. Two pupils from year 11. And two seniors from year 12. Two of those five, Jenny Woods from 10B and Caroline Fletcher from 12A had been caught smoking. Even if she did not know it yet this earned those two the honour of being put to the end of the line. Wilhelmsen International Institute had a strict non-smoking policy, the girls were in for exemplary and severe punishment.

Putting my cup away, I pressed the button on the intercom.

“Linde-Louise, please sent in the next one. Oh, and remember that Woods and Fletcher will be last, and come in together.”

This made Lisa Müller next, a 16 year old girl who had been sent here for tardiness and missing homework. She had been in my office before and certainly knew what to expect.

She walked in slowly, her head lowered. Her uniform looked neat. ‘Well, at least she knew how to attend a “meeting” with the headmistress’, I thought to myself.

Oh, how nice! (And how I wish I could write spanking stories in a second language, like Stephanie, who’s from Germany. Says he, remembering that English is at best Haron’s third language). Poor Lisa is scolded then ordered into position:

I watched her as she obediently grabbed her skirt and pulled it up above her waist. She then laid her chest over my desk and grabbed the far side with her hands. I picked up the junior cane and moved into position.

Canings galore follow, before the two smokers appear to face the music:

“Fletcher, Woods. You both know why you are here. Let me tell you I am disgusted! Smoking is one of the worst habits there is, and neither the school rules nor I myself have any tolerance for it. And you two won’t either, when I am done with you.”

They both flushed a little. Jenny Woods eyes went wide as she saw the two canes resting on my desk.

“Yes, Woods,” I said, noticing what she looked at, “you will both be caned.”

Eight sound strokes are meted out to each girl by the Headmistress, before a rather nice and original ending to the story.