The Spanking Writers

You may have noticed that we’re forever coming across things that spark our pervy interest. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, we’ve now pulled some of these together onto our very own Amazon bookstore. Kinky things for kinky people, as it were. Head on over and have a look!

We get a few meagre cents back from Amazon if you buy anything, too. (So order now: if we don’t make a million before Christmas, Haron gets whipped). (Joke).

We’d welcome your suggestions, too, for things to add to the site.

It’s that time of year that I look forward to most of all. The one day that Haron can’t escape a spanking. Yes, it’s her birthday.

We’re off for a pervy day out to Hay-on-Wye , home to 30+ used bookstores. Hours of fun amongst the fiction, biography, history and education sections looms in happy prospect.

Happy birthday, my sweet

Now, what to take with us to use for her swats…?

I have been doing some housekeeping around the blog, so you may notice a few changes.

Firstly, there are some new links. We’ve recently added:

Brat Under Control
Spankers Blog
Pandora’s Blog
Ruby Redd’s Spanking Pages
Tara’s Trysts

Secondly, several people have written to us asking where they can read our stories. I distinctly remembered putting a link to them on the blog when I was building it, but apparently, the link got buried in the depth of the sidebar. I’ve moved it to a more prominent position, but meanwhile, to save you clicking, here’s a quote from that page:

Both of us write lots of spanking stories. We’ll be publishing these (free) on this site soon. In the meantime, you can read some of Abel’s stories here, and some of Haron’s here.

Oh yeah, that new story site where all of our spanking stories are going? It’s on the way. Seriously. It’s only been three years since I’ve started building it. For those of you who were worried that after my thesis was finished Abel wouldn’t have anything to punish me for… you’re so wrong.

We’re off on holiday for a week. Everybody please behave while we’re gone… because we won’t.

Picture taken here.

Sometimes vanity leads to alarming results.

Hopefully, the number will rise once we’ve finally moved all our stories to the new site, which has so far taken two years more than I’d thought it would…

P.S. Abel is feeling smug. When he took that screenshot, it was the first time he knew how to do something technical – and I didn’t.

We have been blogging for three months, and have posted exactly 100 entries, and our readership is steadily growing. (We’re really glad to see you folks here.) We’re beginning to feel sorry for our new readers, who might need ages to trawl through all of this kinkiness. With this in mind, here is a little list of our favourites, chosen from the entries we’ve posted thus far – just to help you find your way around.

We’ll probably post a best-of list like this once every few months – even though, obviously, all our entries are great.

My Birched Girl: a Real-Life Story – in which Abel gives Haron her first birching of spring.

Singing in Morning Assembley – in which Haron fantasises about a conflict between an inept music teacher and a cheeky schoolgirl.

The Hardware Shop – a fantasy, in which a young lady is sent by her father to purchase a strap.

Ballet Spanking – in which the Times publishes a picture of a ballerina OTK in a new production

Elizabeth, Walsingham, Torture and a Story – an extract from Abel’s newest story, (the rest of Abel’s stories are on a separate site here – for now).

A Licking For a Licking – in which Abel and Haron’s friend gets herself into an untold amount of trouble for sticking her tongue where it wasn’t supposed to go.

See how we’ve resisted giving this list a cheesy name like “Six of the Best”? That’s because we’re good like that.

My eyes would be drawn towards a Guardian book review titled “Instrument of Torture” yesterday, wouldn’t they? In it, the magnificent Simon Callow critiques a new account of “Elizabeth’s Spy Master: Francis Walsingham and the Secret War that Saved England”.

What took me aback, though, was that the previous day I’d put the almost-finishing-touches to a new story, “The Housemaster’s Secret Diary”, in which one of the young ladies was named… Elizabeth Walsingham. Now that’s what I call a weird coincidence.

We’ll publish the new story here first once we’ve set up the other side of the site. (As I think we’ve mentioned, before too long this blog will be complemented by a free archive of the many spanking stories that we’ve both written). To whet your appetite, here’s an extract from this latest effort. The cynical diarist is supervising a group of girls from his posh public school on an outdoor adventure course; a cracked window has just been discovered.

It has to have been a ghost that broke the window. None of the girls was anywhere near it, or so they assure me, so adamantly that it would be funny were it not so pathetic.

I should have thrashed the lot of them until a confession was forthcoming.

I probably would have done, had it been term-time in Buckinghamshire, not half-term in North Wales.

And a few of them – the ones in my House – know that; a couple of them have even been on the less comfortable end of my cane in the past. Jennifer was looking quite nervous, for example, as it clearly didn’t require too much of a memory feat for her to realise that I wasn’t issuing idle threats when I reminded them that I was acting on behalf of ALL of their Housemasters whilst we were away, and was invested with FULL authority in every respect.

Including discipline.

And that I did have a cane with me.

Just in case.

I enjoyed writing this one, drawing heavily on memories of youthful Cadet Force camps in Snowdonia. These trips lacked the spankings, of course, whilst my public school was nowhere near as distinguished as the one these characters attend. I do rather suspect that that sweet, innocent schoolboy me would have been stunned (but very pleasantly surprised) had he known that he’d end up writing spanking stories for mass consumption!

Hi! (Wonder how you’ve found us? Do tell…!)

Here goes…Putting on posh voices, in unison:

“We name this blog….” .

Really looking forward to meeting you, whoever you may be.

PS if you’re at all confused: as well as this blog, you can still see Abel’s stories at their original home. We’ll be moving them over to this site (which will still be free), and adding in Haron’s writing too, before very long. We’ll post to let you know when we do so!