Abel's spanking blog & stories
Following on from the success of Abel’s book, “The Punishment List”, we started at the end of last year to think about future publications.
Pretty soon, we hit on an idea that really appealed – to invite our favourite spanking authors to contribute to a volume of short stories. The golden rule? Each piece must be original, never previously published. Moreover, we’d give all of the proceeds to charity – cancer research, in particular.
And so “The Spanking Collection” was born. Now (drum roll) we’re delighted to announce its formal launch date: 31 August, from when you’ll be able to buy either a paperback copy or to download it for Kindle (and other eReaders).
Our artist-in-residence (!) Catherine Thomas has produced a wonderful cover, of Abel slippering Emma Jane – and here it is, unveiled for the first time:

So, watch this space! We’ll share full details here on the 31st as to where you can get your copies, and we hope as many of you as possible will support the initiative!
Many of us in the UK spent hours in recent weeks pouring over the schedules for the 2012 London Olympic Games, for which ticket applications closed last week. We’re hoping to see all sorts of things, from athletics to gymnastics, rowing to tennis, swimming to (ahem) women’s beach volleyball.
Unfortunately, one of the key events appeared to be missing from the published schedule – for, a week prior to the official Opening Ceremony, Haron and I plan to host the 2012 SpankOympics.
We’re somewhat in the dark, still, about the precise format for the contest, and would welcome suggestions. Ideas so far include:
The one thing to avoid, it strikes us, in this sort of event is any form of contest requiring tops or bottoms to compete as to who can administer / receive the hardest whacking. That’d move beyond fun and frivolous into darker and (knowing some of our harder-playing and more competitive friends) slightly scary!
Saturday, 21 July 2012. Our place. Keep a note in your diaries! And any suggestions for events would be very welcome… (Hey, it’s been a good few weeks since our last big party, so we’re allowed to start planning the next one, right?)
Regular readers here will know that, for the past three years, I’ve enjoyed a close and loving relationship with Cath. But some good things are always destined to come to an end, and she told me on Friday that the time’s now come for her to concentrate on trying to build a long-term relationship.
We’ve always known this would happen at some point, that moving on would be inevitable. No-one would be more delighted than me to see her with her “Mr Right”, and that was never going to be me (even were I single).
We’re still incredibly fond of each other: loving, even. And I would hate to stand in the way of her long-term happiness. I’m trying to focus on so many wonderful memories and on making a successful transition to our new status as the fondest of friends. But hard as I try – and the weekend’s been full of caring cuddles and kind words between us, as well as a few tears – I can’t help feeling like I’ve lost a part of me.
So here’s to Cath, a most wonderful person, with such thanks for three very special years, and my loving best wishes for all of the happy times ahead.
The past two weeks have been an interesting period of reflection for me. See, the arrival of the fifth anniversary of our blog made me realise the amount of time I’ve wasted thinking about spanking, and the things I could have achieved instead.
It seems, you see, that I’ve just run out of kinky ideas – and, even more fundamentally, seem to have lost pretty much all interest in corporal punishment.
I’ve walked past schoolgirls in uniform without wondering which of them had been caned by the headmaster that day. Our local jail has ceased to echo to the sounds of fondly-imagined whippings for the new female inmates. Dusty surfaces in my hotel rooms haven’t made me want to call the manager to have the cute maid spanked for her slovenly performance and attitude.
I’ve purged my laptop of spanking movies. The first batch of our implements have been listed on eBay. A large pile of naughty books went to the local charity shop yesterday, freeing up an entire bookcase. And the kinky photographs on our bedroom wall have been taken down, replaced with fetching watercolours of tranquil rural scenes.
I’m sure it’ll pass. But in the meantime, I’d ask our friends here for their love, support and understanding…
Happy birthday to us,
Happy birthday to us,
Happy birthday dear u-us,
Happy birthday to us.
OK, we’re celebrating a little prematurely: the fifth birthday of The Spanking Writers isn’t actually until Tuesday. But we’re incredible proud of nearing five years of daily posts, and today’s the day we’ll be partying.
We like to hope we’ve entertained, amused, even inspired over these 2000-odd posts. The blog’s certainly helped us to meet some of the most wonderful people imaginable.
In return, we want to thank our readers so very, very much – your (nearly 11,000) comments, your kind words, your emails, your friendship are more important to us than you can possibly imagine.
If you’re coming along later to help us celebrate, we so look forward to seeing you. We can’t promise, mind, not to get a tad emotional at the number of you who are travelling to be with us, many from far afield. And for those of you who can’t join us, due to geography or other commitments or to not (yet?) knowing us in real-life, we send our heartfelt thanks for your loyal support.
–
Postscript from Abel: because I’m the one actually posting this entry to the site, I want to sneak in a personal note of thanks to Haron. “The Spanking Writers” was her idea; she provides the technical brains behind it; she does all of the hard work to keep the site running; her posts never cease to make me smile and to turn me on. I merely contribute. To my darling wife, my utmost respect, gratitude and love: you have created something very special here, and you should be truly proud of yourself.
We have been conspiring. We thought it might be rather fun to ask the best authors we know amongst our kinky friends to contribute an original, previously unpublished piece of work to a collection of spanking stories.
And then we thought that, fun as it might be, it’d be even better if all of the profits from the initiative were to go to a good cause, like cancer research.
And so our charity spanking stories anthology was born. We’ll be publishing it before the end of the year – making it a perfect festive gift*. And meanwhile, we’re delighted to introduce the list of those who’ve volunteered to contribute:
Abel of The Spanking Writers
Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts
Casey Morgan of Supplicium Post Mortem
Domino
Emma Jane of A Painful Awakening
Faye Glass
Graham Grey of The S Word
Haron of The Spanking Writers and Spanking Model Speaks
Henry Higgins of The Art of Corporal Punishment
Jessica Davies of Fawcett Hall
Martha Linton aka @St_AnnesSchool
Pandora Blake of Spanked, Not Silenced
Paul Bailey aka Pablo of The Treehouse
Penny Docherty aka @PennyDocherty
Rayne Bailey of Mischief Managed
Rebecca Williams of Breaking the Rules
Richard Farthingdale
Serenity Everton of At A Kinky Firehouse
Zille Defeu of Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies
Thanks too to Catherine Thomas for offering to provide the original cover art for the book, as she did for The Punishment List.
Watch this space for more details over the coming months as we near publication, and please wish all of the authors well in writing their stories.
* Do we win the prize for the first mention of 2011 Christmas presents this year?
The champagne has been drunk, embraces exchanged, the spank-down to 2011 duly counted… The New Year has settled in!
We hope you have a happy, fulfilling, kinky year. Let’s spend some of it together here on the blog.
Let’s celebrate this most festive of days by announcing the winners of our fifth Annual Awards here at The Spanking Writers. Unlike other sites, there’s no formal judging process, no consulting our readers: who needs democracy anyway? It’s just our personal view of things in the scene that we’ve admired over the past year. So here goes – in no particular order!
Best new spanking event – the Shamrock Spanking Society‘s fabulous weekend in Ireland in November.
Best book – “The Collector’s Guide to the School Strap“ – a wonderfully quirky, detailed study. (LOL we couldn’t exactly nominate our own second anthology or The Punishment List, now, could we?).
Kinky event organiser par excellence – Jessica, for the Regency House Party, Lowewood and so many more lovely events throughout the year.
Best implement provider – Maui Kink, a Hawaiian company. Superb, original products – and prompt, exceptionally courteous service. Highly recommended!
Most intense spanking scene – Emma Jane’s harsh judicial punishment, at the start of December, which she described amazingly on her blog, “A Painful Awakening”.
Song of the year for kinky people. We really couldn’t decide between Marina and the Diamonds’ magnificent “Obsessions” (from “The Family Jewels”, an album which shares such wonderful perspectives about life) and Pink’s “Raise your glass” – an anthem for all of us who are “are wrong in all the right ways”.
Blog of the year – Pandora Blake’s “Spanked, not silenced” – for outspoken advocacy on behalf of the kinky community, as well as excellent posts on playing and modelling.
Community site of the year – Twitter. It seems strange, perhaps, giving an award to a big site like this – but it really does do so much to help re-enforce our sense of community. (@abeljenkins and @adelehaze if you want to follow us).
Tweeter of the year – @BDSMBadAdvice – genuinely funny and perceptive.
Kinky campaigners of the year – CAAN, the Consenting Adult Action Network, for standing up passionately for the rights of kinky folk in the UK.
Congratulations to all of the winners, and warm Christmas greetings to all of our readers.
The results of the annual Summer Story Contest on the soc.sexuality.spanking newsgroup were announced yesterday. Abel’s short story “The Classroom” has taken the first place in the category “Remembering Alex Birch”.
It’s a bitter-sweet victory, I’m sure. We still miss Alex, who passed away earlier this year. He had always supported the SSC, both by organising it and by entering many stories every year; it’s only fitting that this year’s contest was held in his memory, with a separate category for stories that commemorated him in some way.
Below is Abel’s winning entry.
The Classroom.
It had hurt – horribly, each of the six carefully-executed strokes quite simply agonising. Her classmates had watched in silence: wincing as he’d punished her, watching the neat red lines tracing their lesson across her pale skin whilst she’d stretched, tight, over his desk.
She’d walked – ashamed, hurting – to the back of the classroom, pausing to summon up the courage to lower her bottom onto the hard wooden chair. She so wanted to cry, but knew that her tears must be kept for later, in private – after she’d presented the punishment slip to her doubtless-disapproving housemaster, to be added to her school record.
Millie, next to her, squeezed her hand. Other girls flicked supportive glances her way, silently mouthing their are-you-OKs. A note passed surreptitiously from desk to desk – Erin, her best friend, seated at the front of the class, offering her condolences and her love: “My darling Poppy. That looked awful. He was a right bastard: you were so brave. Hugs later. You alright? xxx”
“Yeah. Fine. Not as bad as it looked. Didn’t hurt much. Old fool must be losing his touch! xxx” – a reckless reply, given the need to convey the folded paper back across the room. The master had spotted the reply winging its ill-fated way almost as soon as it had left the punished girl’s grasp; he’d monitored its progress, choosing his moment to pounce.
He unfolded the missive; read the correspondence slowly to himself, shook his head as if in sorrow – and beckoned Erin to stand.
“I simply won’t tolerate that sort of comment.”
“Sorry, sir.” Meaning it, her whispered apology tinged with dread.
He turned, picked up the cane. “I think you know the procedure…”
“Please…?” But he merely rapped the desk with the rattan and waited. She stepped forward, paused, looked at him in the vain hope of a last-minute reprieve – and then lowered her knickers, lifted her skirt and leant forward.
Poppy averted her eyes as her friend was punished. Punished! For the very act of friendship. She bit her lip, counting the six, knowing how Erin – far less used to the taste of the rod – must be suffering. And then her friend was being dismissed, the master’s hastily-scribbled report of her strokes clutched in her trembling hands, and he could turn his attention to unfinished business.
“Poppy Reynolds.”
“Sir…?” He couldn’t… He wouldn’t…
“Stand when I’m talking to you, young lady!”
“Yes, sir.” She rose to her feet, heart pounding at the realisation that standing was merely a prelude to another long, lonely march to the front of the classroom.
“You’ve just seen what happens to pupils who insult me. And this time, I shall make sure it hurts. Come out here and bend over, and we’ll see whether the old fool can get his touch back…”
–
P.S. Recently, when we looked back at the start of our blog, we saw that the very first comment we got was from Alex.
We’ve just reduced the price of the Kindle edition of “The Punishment List”, the book comprising the best of Abel’s spanking stories.
For the next month, it’s available for $7.50 rather than the usual price of $9.97. If you’ve not been tempted so far, we hope this might entice you to treat yourself to a little kinky reading as the evenings start to draw in. Click here to learn more and to buy your copy!