Charity Spanking Anthology!

I am super excited!!

The illustrious and wonderfully generous Abel and Haron of The Spanking Writers have decided to organize the publication of a collection of original spanking stories from various writers, the proceeds of which will be donated to charity. They have invited many kinky authors, from many walks of life, to participate -- and I am very happy and honored to be among them!

This will be my first venture into kinky publication (outside of this blog, which is a certain kind of publication in itself...). All of the stories will be original -- written exclusively for this book.

How exciting!!!!

More updates will be coming about this project soon, and you can read more about it on this entry of The Spanking Writers.

The plan is to publish before the end of the year! :D I hope all of you lovely readers will enjoy the final product when it is finished!

New Blog! Lea's Corner

A lovely new blog has joined us in spank-o-sphere!

Hop on over to Lea's Corner at Musings of a Bottom -- she is delightful and has quite lovely taste! Let her know what you think of:

Her most recent post, in which she details an action-packed review of two brand new implements for her growing collection, beautiful paddles from Kitty's Exotic Paddles.

One is shaped like a little guitar!! The musician in me is swooning! :D

Shall We...? :D

One ballroom, complete with grand piano, tables, chairs, and a smorgasbord of delicious potluck-ed sustenance...

Six hand-constructed tarp privacy cubicles, lining the walls, each equipped with at least two armless chairs...

40-some-odd Spankos from all manner of persuasions milling about to the tune of -- no, guess again, that's not applause.

It's a little sparser, a little more rhythmic, and accompanied by the occasional -- what was that? A muted squeal? A stamping foot?

Yes, my dear friends, it's a spanking party!



While the more social (or just the more peckish) congregate in the center of the room to chat and snack, the more industrious of the evening are either hauling or being hauled off to a "private" cubicle to either administer or reluctantly? eagerly? receive a spanking. Their privacy only extends to the visual realm, however -- the tarp does very little to conceal the tell-tale sounds of what is really happening behind those curtains... Thus the music kept at mid-volume throughout the room, to help deter outside ears from becoming too curious...!

This particular party is a monthly occurrence, and as such, draws some regulars in along with the new comers like myself. At first I'm not sure how it will go... I am eager to play, yet hesitant to initiate, unsure of how to handle invites, shy in conversation...

One of the kind souls with whom I'd made acquaintance before the party (a highly recommended pre-party course of action, by the way, to meet with one or a few party-goers in a public space beforehand) described it to me as a dance -- "It's your dance card, you fill it how you see fit."

And what a dance it was!

Spot a kind face, a strong hand, a smart look... Make eye contact... Smile.

Slowly approach, as he mirrors you... Reach out... Shake hands -- right now, you're equals. Exchange your names, scene or otherwise... Your greetings, polite, well-mannered.

Wonder if he has caught the glimmer in your eye. Dance around the subject as much as you like... by now, you both know where you're headed.

He offers his hand, with a grin, and an inviting, "Shall we?"

And when you place your hand in his, you give him permission to lead.

But he is not leading you to the dance floor. No, he is leading you away from the rest of the room, into a small space, where a chair awaits him, and his lap awaits you.

He leads and you follow, giving way to the steps of the dance, a rhythm you both know by heart, body, and mind.

"I could have danced all night."

You perform this dance again and again, with variations, different partners, but always the same tune. Time flies -- before you know it, the midnight chime has struck, and you must return to your carriage, back to every-day life, memories of the night still alight in your eyes.

Now that, dear readers, is a spanking good time!

I needn't have worried. :) As one of several new spankees in a sea of spanking fun, I could hardly stay out of the cubicles for longer than to steal a quick glass of water!

Ladies and Gentlemen, I ended up over a different gentleman's knee...

4 times that evening.

Do you remember the last time you were spanked 4 times in one night?? :D I do! And by the end of the evening I was sure I would be remembering it for at least a few weeks! : )

Chair Art by Lidia Shaddow
Cocktail Party Art by Eric (1944)

Must See: Through Arianna's Looking Glass

On Valentine's Day, Arianna, of Through Arianna's Looking Glass, shared a truly lovely post about her and her partner's journey thus far through their years together, and especially this past year, as both have begun to embrace a very different, yet somehow much more authentic, type of relationship.

Always so beautifully evocative, featuring tenderly crafted, intricate tapestries of words and images, Arianna's posts are, time-and-again, truly exquisite. I just couldn't go without sharing this particular one, it resonated so powerfully for me.

A brief excerpt, from Arianna's Valentine's Day post, "Five million seven hundred eighty-one thousand six hundred minutes," to whet your appetite -- and then please, do read for yourself the entire lovely post by following the link above... :D

"...You, wonderful man, have done just the opposite. You embrace and love who I am. You make me feel adored. Yes, you spank me. And when you do, it makes me feel small and vulnerable. It makes me cry; sometimes it makes me see a girl who behaves in ways I do not always like. But more often than

not, it makes me see that I am a woman worthy of love. You spank me to make certain that I know you are in charge and that you will take care of me. It is not a power grab on your part. You spank me, knowing that I will relax when you are done because I will know that you are in control. You make me feel safe..."

Cast Your Vote!

For: The Spanking Blog of the Year!


I would go on a glorified rant about the importance of exercising one's hard-won civil liberties to have a say in the formation of the world, but I would be preaching to the choir! Of course you want your favorite blog to win! :)

Voting will close at the end of 2010 so get your votes in fast at The Spanking Spot -- host and sponsor of the award :D!


Up this year are two of my very good friends, whom I have the very great pleasure of knowing in person: Miss Pink of The Pink Report and Abel and Haron of The Spanking Writers.

Even with two such wonderful contestants, the list is long and many fantabulous blogs and bloggers are in the running! Such a difficult choice!! :D Good luck to everybody and happy voting!!! :)

Spanking Cast!

This past spring, Abel and Haron of The Spanking Writers started a lovely new Podcast venture: Spanking Cast, which is now in its eleventh episode!

You can find them on iTunes, or listen to all of the episodes right from their blog.


Their most recent cast features Abel himself, and a few of his adventures with "perverting reality," as many a spanko -- I'm sure you can relate -- is wont to do... :D

What fun to come across quite ordinary, run-of-the-mill day-to-day life activities or images that spark kinky thought... :)

Phrases of Consequence

Recently, I had the wonderful pleasure of visiting an old friend again back in the lands before grad-school, and consequently experiencing quite an exhilarating spanking adventure :D

It is rather amazing what two kinky minds can concoct in the space of simply a few hours... with only an empty house, a folding chair, and a bag of implements. : ) I would like to share with you all some of the most impressionistic highlights of the afternoon...

Firstly, when he put his fingers into the front of my jeans and gripped, pulling me toward him by my waist -- using my jeans as a handle, pretty much, to exercise a certain amount of gentle control over my movement (and not only that, but centering that control around that just-below-the-belt area) -- and then proceeded to undo the button and zipper himself after this brief bout of authoritative maneuvering.

Secondly, when he made a point of shifting my positioning so that my hips were centered over one of his knees, rather than both -- the curve of a single thigh as opposed to two makes for a very different feeling of exposure (and I'm sure that it translates into more than just the feeling! -- but I wouldn't know -- spankers, does the actual view shift proportionately, as well?? :D)


And Thirdly -- one of several climactic moments of the entire experience (for me, anyway :D) -- when I was over his lap, his left hand clasped around one of my wrists at the small of my back (and therefore his left fore-arm pressing down on me), his right hand spanking expertly, and he said to me, "Naughty little girl... has to be put over a man's knee and spanked..." OMG I nearly melted on the spot :)

I had never quite heard that exact combination of words before -- but somehow just then it coursed through me like electricity (and still does whenever I replay them again... and again... and again... :D) Ahhh the lovely, long-lasting, and highly impactful power of words...

Thank you, my friend, and may our paths soon cross again! :)

Patty's Paddle Art

I have had the lovely fortune of receiving the gift of a new paddle! And not only that, but it is an absolute work of art -- decorated quite beautifully with the artwork of Patty (also visit her blog!), sold on Cane-iac :D


So... while stirring certain passions by mere virtue of its shape, weight, and intended purpose, this particular paddle, with Patty's help, provides quite a whole new dimension of imaginative stirring: the emotive illustration depicted on the open-face of the paddle would mentally and physically enhance any spanko's experience! :) I know it's lovely for me to behold, anyway -- I hope you like it, too!

Thank you, dear friend! You have officially beautified my implement collection! :D


P.S. Anyone notice a holiday theme? The title of this particular piece is "Santa Spanks"... go figure it wouldn't matter to a spanko that Christmas is months away... :D:D Whether it's the middle of summer or just about Halloween, the idea of ending up on Santa's "naughty list" is still just as potent... :)

An Evening with Miss Pink, Vol. 3

And here we are, Ladies and Gents, the final installment of our little adventure! As I make the final preparations for entering the realms of higher education and moving out of state, my blogging has slowed down considerably. But don't fret! I am still here and will continue to write, and when I am finally settled into a new routine at my new school, I shall be back to my old blogging self :D

For now, enjoy! : )

In Vol. 2, I chose to highlight a few of the most challenging bits of my double-spanking adventure with Miss Pink. Those special moments when we needed each other most, and, indeed, when we both accomplished new heights of endurance. I would like to end, however, with the lighter side of our encounter -- which really was the majority of our experience together.

For example:
About two-thirds of the way through, our spanker decided that we both needed a break: Barely was getting a little too Pink, and I must have been showing signs as well, because I could definitely feel it :D

Barely and I sat side-by-side on the couch and D pulled up a chair to sit directly in front of us, his eyes bright, hands warm. He'd brought over a large bowl of tiny frozen eclairs and cream puffs -- Yummy! We spent the next several minutes trying to determine whether to eat the frozen treats, or to simply press the cold sides of the bowl to our heated bottoms...

Another fun moment designated my own first step into the realm of mischievous spankee behavior for the evening: I discovered that from my perch on the couch, watching Barely getting spanked over her man's knee, I could in fact look beyond them and into the glass of the fire-place grate. Much to my surprise and delight, the glass provided a perfect reflective surface, and my friend's pinkening bottom shone brightly back at me from the reflection, D's hand making contact at a steady but solid pace.

(If you know/are the artist of the drawing at right, please share so that I may credit and link! :D)

After he let her up, I sheepishly made reference to the convenient placement of the glass, and the nature of what I'd seen there -- much to Miss Pink's grinning embarrassment.

Unlike my brave partner, I continually insisted on pulling my jeans (tight as they were) back up after every trip over D's knee or the arm of the couch or wherever I may have been precariously positioned only moments before...

I don't know why -- perhaps I'm shy, or perhaps, as my friends began to suggest, I have a "thing" for pulling down my pants, or having them pulled down for me... especially just before a spanking... :D

Either way, I knew that my fellow spankee was enjoying her singular lack of pants, and I was enjoying the opportunity to watch what was visible of her bottom around her argyle panties slowly become pinker and pinker, peeking out from under her shirt as she went to draw her next two cards... All of this view while mine was thoroughly covered and safe from prying eyes! :D

Toward the end of our ordeal, Barely discovered that placing her panty-clad sit-spot on the cold marble of D's fire-place (which conveniently splayed out over part of the floor to create a perfect little ledge upon which to sit) did wonders to cool the skin.

I quickly joined her, once again lowering my jeans just enough to allow the necessary skin-to-marble contact, and we both softly hissed our swiftly building relief. (Photo above courtesy of Real Spankings Institute)

As fate would have it (or perhaps some gentle stacking of the deck? :D), the last three cards in the deck proved to include at least one face card (aka a high number!) and, of course, a deuce (meaning we both take the added count). What better way to bring our adventure to a close than with the both of us bent over the side of the table together, side-by-side, pants and panties around our knees (though modesty-upholding thongs still in place), hands clenched, alternately counting out each stroke as it came down...? :D Each count came accompanied with small gasps and yelps, both of us seeing and feeling the other squirm slightly as every stroke made its landing.

Until, finally but all-too-soon, there were no more cards to draw, and the game ended with three very happy, very satisfied winners.

Thank you, dear friend, D, and dear readers, for sharing this experience with me :D

Perhaps one day soon, now that this part of the story has ended, I will let you read the epilogue -- which, in fact, is a-whole-nother story in and of itself! : )

An Evening with Miss Pink, Vol. 2

(Apologies to all for the minor delay -- the ceiling in our living room collapsed and quite vigorously destroyed many of our belongings, along with 50% of our first floor -- but no further harm was done, and it is now almost patched up... Our landlords have offered to cover everything, so all is well!)

And now, on to the good stuff... :D

You will find more about the specific mechanics of the game we played over at The Pink Report, but just as a refresher, I will run through the basic outline:

We had a single deck of cards, and Barely and I took turns flipping two cards each, adding the number together to determine the total number of strokes. If either of us drew a 2, it meant that we would both receive the full value of the two cards. We decided that the easiest thing to do would be to cycle through different implements (and to fudge the cycle a bit if either of us were somehow faced with enduring the same implement twice in a row) :D Among the array were: a heavy leather strap (hand-assembled by the spanker D himself), a wooden hairbrush, a leather belt, a crop, and D's hand.

Among the first few implements used on me (I can't quite remember whether it was the first or the second) was that malicious-looking heavy leather strap.

Now, if you know me, you will know of my fondness for leather, especially leather implements. On this day, however, just feasting my young eyes upon the mass and heft of that burly strap left me somewhat breathless... Yes, I can say, with mild reservation, that I was slightly intimidated. And rightfully so -- after about the twelfth stroke with it I nearly sprang straight up from over the arm of the couch where I had obediently bent only moments before.
(By the way, hips propped quite deliciously upward by the soft round arm of a couch happens to be quite a lovely position, as demonstrated by the enchanting illustration at right -- if you recognize the artist please let me know.)

I think Barely could sense how challenging it was for me to take that strap without a fuss, because later in the game, the next time I was faced with an inordinate number of strokes (a whopping 20!) with that same implement, she very kindly and concernedly offered to split the number with me.

This was something we continued to offer for each other throughout the game -- should one of us happen to draw a high number, we would make eye-contact, and the one whose bottom was technically safe for that turn would eagerly make the offer. Eager to help? Or, instead, eager to enjoy a piece of the pie...? :D Perhaps a little of both : )

In this instance, we agreed that if it turned out to be too much for me after the first ten, she would step in for the other half.

She sat on the couch while I bent, jeans down, over the arm, my head in her lap, our hands clasped. I can only imagine what a sight we were for D... :) I counted out the first ten, and then D kindly gave me the chance to think over whether I could take another ten. While my mind reeled in conflict, Barely asked softly if I was ok, and D filled in the blanks, "She wants the next set -- she wants to prove she can take it..." Just as it had happened a little earlier the first time I had offered to split with Barely -- she had decided to stick it out and take them all.

Following her example, I did the same. This may or may not have had something to do with the illusionary properties of having a temporary break from the sting of that strap -- because as soon as he started up again with the next ten, my breath left me and I wondered what in the world I'd been thinking!

Barely took up the count right away, cradling my torso in her arms, helping me through the last half. And in the end, D was right -- I did something that I had honestly thought I would be unable to do (the moment that 7 of hearts was joined by the King of spades and I realized which implement was next in line...), and that feeling of triumph, coupled with Barely's proud smile, was definitely worth it :D

The game continued, and both my friend and I cycled through many an implement along with many a position -- most of the time we were enjoying the age-old OTK over D's inviting lap, but sometimes certain implements required a certain amount of innovation: Barely bottom-up over a footstool, hands and feet on the carpet, me bent over the table, hips resting on the hard wood of its edge... If there is one thing that I enjoy immensely about the company of spankos (and there are many, many things), it is the ingenuity with which we can concoct a varying number of compromising positions, games, implements, etc., which all center around spanking in some way :D

More than once, Barely found herself bent, standing, over the back of D's couch, the table moved a few feet back to allow D ample arm-swinging room. This time, she was getting the belt, and almost immediately, it became apparent that D wanted to switch up the pace a bit -- the first stroke fell and she had barely eeked out "One!" before the next landed, leaving her quite breathless and surprised. D decided not to wait for the count, but struck a third time, eliciting a small cry from my friend as she squirmed over the couch, and I took up the swift count instead.

Slowly, I made my way over to the couch, sliding onto the seat right next to her and clasping her hands while I counted, as she had already done for me...

Ahh the precious moments of a spanko friendship :D

More tiny details and tidbits, along with the grand finale, will be coming up (hopefully much sooner this time!) in Vol. 3, but for now, I will leave us here, holding hands, and readying for the next spanking adventure...
: )

An Evening with Miss Pink, Vol. 1

When Miss Pink from The Pink Report approached me with the idea of joining her and her Dom for an evening of spanking fun, I don't have to tell you how quickly I jumped at the opportunity :D

I was nervous, excited, flattered, and highly conscious of not wanting to unintentionally overstep any boundaries with either Barely or her relationship -- I knew that this would not only be her first time getting spanked in front of someone else :), but also her first time seeing anyone else over her man's lap -- I didn't want my newly-found friendship to go sour over any hurt feelings... It turns out, however, that there was nothing to worry about! Barely's honesty and true knowledge of herself helped tremendously to ease that tension, and we both established from the beginning that any discomfort from either of us would be voiced and taken care of immediately -- a precaution which, in fact, went wholly un-needed throughout the night :D

Seeing Barely spanked first definitely kicked the night off right for me *blush* When he first ordered her over, it gave me a rush just to see her, to empathize, and yet to relish in the position of privileged onlooker... I couldn't decide where to plant myself -- I wanted to see every angle, to let her see me watching and yet to grant her any ounce of dignity I possibly could... I ended up in compromise, positioned to her side, telling myself that there would be plenty more opportunity to take advantage of different angling possibilities. :)

I am extremely shy in situations like this, and as such I remained exceedingly quiet during this first warm-up, but my mind was buzzing, and my blood rushing... watching D's hand make firm contact with my friend's upturned jean-clad bottom over his lap, hearing her little "oomphs" and "ahhs," :D seeing the look in her eyes as she obeyed D's order to drop her jeans...

All the while, running along in the back of my mind was an endless stream of tiny questions...

Will I be that brave?
How hard will he spank me?
Will she be as embarrassed watching as I will be receiving?

And then, quite suddenly, Barely was sufficiently pinkened, at both ends. :) D's eyes turned to me.

I could feel my breath catch in my throat.

I knew that I wouldn't be able to move without help -- without an order or even suggestion from D, or an encouraging look from Barely... Luckily, the pair came to my rescue, and I got both :D My friend led me into her Dom's care with her eyes, and soon I was face-down over his lap, still quite nervous, very excited, and *highly* embarrassed...

D's hand proved to be attention-grabbingly hard, and heavy -- the only thing light-hearted about this spanking was the mood, with happily conversational banter bouncing mercilessly through the room... I could tell from the very beginning that I would be able to feel this night for a few days, at least :)

It is true, I have had one or two (or three or four :D) experiences involving my being spanked in front of one or a few more people, but nothing quite like this, and, of course, never before with the eminently enchanting Miss Pink :D And as many times as I may find myself in this kind of compromising position, it never loses its charm -- I am always, without fail, possessed with the paradoxically-intoxicating idea of another party's presence, whether it be an innocently bystanding third party, or an immediately participatory partner in crime.

Miss Pink turned out to be an excellent partner, as I had known she would. :D She wasted no time enhancing my experience over her Dom's knee with strategically placed commentary and an obvious excitement...

An excitement which continued to grow as the evening progressed, from amazing to fantastic, and beyond :D

(Painting: Mary Cassatt, Two Women Throwing Flowers, 1872)

Spankopoly!

Much like the spanking coloring books for which I have heavily advocated in the past, it is my strong opinion that the world needs more kinky boardgames. :D

Take Monopoly, for example:


One of your very classic American boardgames. The thing about Monopoly is, it is (for some reason) far more likely that you will land on the "GO TO JAIL" space, as opposed to the "FREE PARKING" space, or the "GO" space, both of which are also placed on corners of the board, and both of which provide you with a substantial amount of extra money every time you land on them. (Whereas the Go To Jail space pictured above merely imprisons you for a maximum of three turns, and causes you to miss the chance of landing on Free Parking entirely...)

Therefore, I propose that, since "GOING TO JAIL" seems to happen more often (aided, of course, by cards that you can pick up which also send you to jail), we make this portion of the game far more interesting.

Instead of jail, for instance, how about this alternative?--

Don't you think this might add a bit more spice to such a traditional family game? :D And of course, the cards sending someone to jail would have to reflect the change as well, along with the "Get Out of Jail Free" cards... Perhaps, "Get/Give Another Spanking Free"? :D

Suddenly, landing on the "GO TO JAIL" space so often wouldn't be as much of a downer... In fact, I might even end up trying to cheat just to get there...! : )

After a bit of poking around, I've discovered that the folks over at American Spanking Society seem to have already gotten this whole game figured out! The version of Spankopoly featured in one of their posts from spring of last year looks quite intriguing :D I wouldn't mind getting in on a game or two of that edition!!

Meanwhile, I will be taking a look at our bookshelves of boardgames, and brainstorming more ways to roll the kinky-game movement forward...

The Right to Sign

Paddles generally reside relatively low on my list of favorite implements... Hard, wooden, unforgiving, and sometimes quite oar-ishly heavy, they can be quite a pain... literally. : ) This does not mean, however, that I can't appreciate their most satisfying and effective (occasional) use in spanking... Well-known here is my affinity for implements of the leather variety... but sometimes the stern woodiness of a paddle is a nice change of pace. :D

Just recently, I had the pleasure of being introduced to the paddle featured at left (speaking of oar-ish!!), thus having earned the right, as you can see, to place my name upon its soon-to-be extensive list of victims. : )

Not just a few light taps, either! We're talking being bent forward, gripping the seat of a chair, and taking four hard swats followed by a fifth that literally knocked me off my feet...! Thankfully, my jeans were allowed to absorb most of the sting, leaving me with the lovely (but no less intense) thuddy after-effect...

Signing paddles is something of a tradition, at least in the U.S., among fraternities and sororities and I'm sure a few other organizations... although I'm not sure that taking a paddling is a necessary prerequisite to signing the paddle in most cases... I know I've signed a fair few paddles as part of similar organizations, but this is the first time that such a requirement has presented itself to me -- and of course I leapt at the opportunity! :)

Thank you to my friend and spanker, and owner of this paddle... :) May you spank many more willing contributors to your list of paddle-worthy names!

Luck of the Irish :D

Well, I guess I'm not technically Irish... but apparently around this time of year, there's enough luck to go around, because I was lucky enough to have a wonderful time at my first spanking party! (AKA, to find myself over the knee of a very considerate and personable spanker :D)


As the party upheld a St. Patrick's Day theme, naturally, I wore green (wanting to be spanked, not pinched...) And while I wasn't brave
enough to don something as straightforward
and demanding as this (true as it may be):



I did want to be prepared just in case my jeans happened to come down (which they did) and leave me slightly more exposed, so I found these:


At this rate, I'm going to end up with a pair of panties for every holiday!!

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone, and I hope you find what you're looking for at the end of the rainbow :D

Party O'Clock!

Today, I will be attending my first "spanking party!"

(Illustration by Brian Tarsis)

I haven't the slightest idea, really, what to expect. Will it simply be a bunch of spankos hanging out together? Or will it be more like a bdsm party where everybody is spanking everywhere? Perhaps it will be somewhere in the middle?

Will I get spanked?

What level of waist-down nudity is acceptable/expected at these kinds of parties? Are there special rooms for two people who've decided to engage in some spanking activity to go off and be separate from the crowd, or will people be getting put over knees right in the middle of the living room?

Might I be one of them?

How appropriate is it to watch/comment/interact while spanking may be happening? Who will be there? Is it going to be mostly spankees with nobody to spank them, or will it be a whole bunch of spankers with nobody to spank? Will the coffee table in the sitting room be arranged with a display of implements for the use of the party guests?

Would it be too obvious if I pointed at one and pondered aloud, "Ooh, I wonder what that one would feel like...?"

Will people be having casual conversations about spanking? Will they be pouncing on me with questions because I'm new to their party group? Will I clam up or will the social butterfly feel comfortable enough to come out?

Will somebody offer to/insist that they spank me?

What do people wear to these things? Will most people be going with the St. Patrick's Day theme and dress in green with leprechaun hats? Or is it more like the bdsm scene where people flounce about in thigh-highs with garter belts, and leather vests with bare chests?

Am I more likely to get spanked if I wear a skirt, or jeans?

Naturally, some/one question/s are occupying my mind more than others. :D

All shall be answered tonight, I suppose, when I venture out to experience a new type of kinky semi-public event... I hope to make some new friends, have some interesting conversations, ((return home well spanked,)) and report back to you soon, dear readers : )

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Introduction to the Cane

'Tis rather fitting, is it not, that my first (and long-awaited) taste of the cane --

(not this kind of cane):


(but this kind, *shivers*):


-- occurred when I was last in England? : ) How charmingly perfect!

I had the good fortune of having made some friends online, and when I found myself overseas, the double good fortune of being able to meet up with them -- a happy and lovely couple. :D

The cane he used was a thin one, what people who know canes better might call a junior cane... a senior cane is a little thicker, he said... He'd had to be able to bend the cane enough to fit into a backpack, so as not to arouse suspicion when the three of us went out for lunch beforehand... :)

I knew from my previous experiences that I would be nervous and that my nerves would show, so I'd told them about that through email, and warned them that it didn't mean I wasn't enjoying myself, or that I didn't want to continue... even if I showed nerves when it was just the three of us together in the room. I just feel wholly un-natural without clothing -- it never made sense to me how men -- or at least, any of the men I've been with, and probably many women whom I have not met -- can walk around freely without clothes -- get up to go change the temperature of the room, pour a drink, what-have-you -- completely naked, without any compunction whatsoever...!

In the spirit of light-hearted ceremony, he had me bend over the back of a chair, said he was going to give me the traditional 'six of the best,' with the last being the hardest, as always, and had me count each one followed by a 'thank you.' :D

He told me that if I moved out of position I would get extra... And he specifically mentioned keeping my hands on the cushion of the chair -- that was new for me, as I'm not used to having to concentrate on keeping my hands a certain way... I'm not one to actually reach back and try to cover myself (at least I haven't yet!), but the freedom of being able to move my arms around has always been something I've taken for granted, and suddenly knowing that I'd have to deal with extra punishment if I so much as lifted one hand to grab the arm of the chair was... rather exciting... *blushes*

I forgot to count the first one, because it was rather shocking, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him exchange glances with his lovely wife, who was on the other side watching my face to make sure I was okay... He reminded me to count and gave that one to me again. Those first six were rather light (although they still hurt!) -- I knew he was more interested in gauging my reactions than anything else...

Much later, after the three of us had played with a lot of other things and had some more fun ;D, he wanted to give me twelve more, harder strokes.

I went back over the chair, far less warmed up than I'd been before (he'd hand-spanked me before those first six), and I had to count again. These came faster than the first six, and the first of the twelve was as hard as the last of the first six had been. I was having some trouble keeping up with the counting, and this time his wife was much closer, telling me to breathe through it... I was very grateful to have her there, understanding exactly what I was going through :D

We finally got to twelve and I hadn't gotten out of position, and he was quite pleased with the perfect set of marks he'd left -- they had me look at the set of thin lines in the mirror. At that point, he noticed that one side was more deeply marked than the other, and he proposed that I take six more of the same intensity to even out the marks... I protested, obviously, as those twelve had been quite painful, but his grip on my arm as he put me back over the chair was hardly resistible...

With those last six, which he said I didn't need to count because they would come too quickly, I came very close to tears... At one point both of my knees were bent, feet off the ground, and eyes tightly shut, so I didn't notice the chair starting to tilt backwards... His watchful wife caught it before it got too far, but he took the opportunity to count that as 'moving out of position' and gave me an extra for it -- which he later confessed was rather mean of him... :D

He told me later that he couldn't have caned me any harder with that cane -- and she nodded her agreement, as she had watched him do it. Through the whole thing he'd kept making sure that I was okay, keeping lines of communication open, which was very important to me. There were lots of hugs and cuddles afterward, all very essential to a successful encounter :D

Happily, it was a very fine introduction to the English cane, in England, by and Englishman, and I loved every minute of it! : ) Well... maybe not those couple of moments just after the stroke had landed, and the real agony of the pain swelled to a peak -- but those were only moments, and the overall effect was well, well worth it... :D