Fantasy and Desire, Part One: F/M Spanking Fiction

Readers,


Here is a sexy little spanking story from one of my wonderful playmates. I am hoping to be able to share much more of his writing in future. Enjoy!


- Dana




Fantasy and Desire, Part One:


Isabella couldn’t believe her eyes at first. Her girlfriend Melissa and she had been friends forever and as such, these comfortable after work wine socials had been going on every Friday evening since college.  When she and Ernie got together and became lovers she never really saw any reason for them to stop.  In fact, Melissa and she both thought Ernie’s presence to their little Friday ritual added to things and he really seemed to enjoy being one of the girls. But tonight she noticed Ernie’s attention really seemed to be drawn to Melissa’s legs, he just could not keep his eyes off them.  Certainly she could understand why. Melissa was coyly wearing a very short red skirt, showing not only a lot of her long sexy legs, but the lacy tops of her stockings and the milky cream white of her smooth thighs were showing as well. Worse she seemed to show more of her legs as each glass of wine worked its relaxing magic. That, among other visual glimpse we won’t mention.  

 Isabella also understood Ernie had always been attracted to sexy legs. It was the one thing that had first drawn them together and Ernie had often mentioned how he could not keep from getting turned on whenever he saw her legs crossed, in nylons wearing one of her short skirts.  Yes, and she had certainly used his fascination to her advantage more than once. She had noticed how much more attentive his lovemaking was when she had her nylons and garters on. So, seeing his looking at Melissa’s legs, as she exposed herself, really was not surprising, What was surprising was how she, was reacting to it. First, was her surprising twinge of jealousy, she had never thought of herself as the jealous type? Not her, she was sexually uninhibited but here she was actually a little angry by his attention to Melissa’s legs. He was supposed to be looking at her legs. Secondly, *** as she watched him looking, kind of like a voyeur seeing something she wasn’t supposed to. Both of these feeling surprised her and she made a mental note that as soon as Melissa left this evening, Ernie would have some explaining to do and some serious lovemaking to attend to. She was getting turned on. Both by all she was seeing and the thoughts going through her mind as the evening wore on.

Finally Melissa left and Isabella and Ernie were cleaning up when she thought it time to bring things up. “So, I noticed you looking at Melissa’s legs this evening, did you find them attractive?” She asked.  Ernie looked up and quickly averted his eyes, a sure sign he was guilty. “So?” She persisted. “Well, yeah, sort of.” He said. “Sort of?” she asked. “What kind of answer is that?” “You couldn’t keep your eyes off her legs all night.”  She went on. “I thought you liked my legs”. She pouted. “Oh Baby” Ernie cooed. “Of course I like your legs, you stole my heart showing off those sexy legs of yours” he went on. “And you know I would do anything to keep those silky smooth legs and your beautiful self in my life”. “Melissa was just being a bit flirty tonight and really… how could I not look?” Ernie grinned that Cheshire cat grin. “Even you have to admit she has great looking legs.”

“Anything?”  Isabella asked. “What?” Ernie responded.  “You just said you would do anything to keep me and my legs in your life.”  “Did you really mean that?” She asked him. “Really anything or were you just saying that?”  Ernie looked at this sexy little vixen and knew she was leading him some where, but he also knew this woman was the sexiest, most uninhibited woman he had ever met and he would let her take him anywhere a sexual adventure might be in the offing. “Really Honey anything, if it meant keeping you happy and taking care of me.” Ernie said. She looked at him very coyly saying ‘we’ll see’ as she invited him to meet her in the bedroom in 10 minutes, not a moment before. As Ernie waited he couldn’t help but let his mind run in a million directions. Isabella was not only beautiful, she was the sexiest creature he had ever known and he knew her kinky little mind had no bounds ***.
.He had never known a woman who had such complete mastery and control of her sexuality and there was nothing she wasn’t comfortable with. She had certainly taken him on more sexual adventures in their short time together than all the other women he had ever met, combined. And even though some were a bit strange to his way of thinking originally, each in the end had been exciting and sensually engaging. So no matter what she had planned he could only look forward to it with excitement and a minimal amount of trepidation. So pouring them each a glass of wine, Ernie headed for the bedroom with anticipation of a night he would long remember…oh if he only knew.

Entering the bedroom he saw Isabella seated, skirt raised and legs crossed, showing her stocking tops and creamy white thighs, with her back to her dressing table and her oak hairbrush on her lap. “How nice, you brought me a glass of wine,” she noted. “Please bring it to me. You can set it on my dressing table?” She requested as he crossed to her.  As Ernie came to her, placing the wine on the table he toasted “To a memorable night.” Again, if he only knew, and as he drank from his glass, she had already moved ahead and was undoing his pants and pulling them down.  “Whoa” Ernie intoned. “You seem a bit eager?” he asked.  “Well yes.” She smiled back. “I am, but not for what you think my dear man.”  “What do you mean?” He asked beginning to think he was in for another something he had not figured on.  “Well I thought you might have guessed when you came in and saw me sitting here, legs crossed with this hairbrush on my lap.” She went on. “But then you often need to be led to things my dear, don’t you?”  Continuing on she said “You were quite naughty this evening…oh yes quite naughty”. “I saw you looking at Melissa’s legs all evening like a naughty little thirteen year old boy. You couldn’t keep from staring.” She said. “Fortunately Melissa was in one of her ‘it’s all about me’ moments, so of course she didn’t notice, but I certainly did and was not happy about it”.  “I’m sorry.” I said. “Oh are you? Are you really sorry?” she asked.  Looking at me with what could only be viewed as a dominating like look. “Are you sorry enough to admit how naughty you were and accept being punished for it?” “Are you that sorry”? She asked.  “Excuse me?” Ernie stuttered. “Punished?”  “Well of course punished.” She went on in a matter of fact manner. “What else would happen to a naughty boy?” “You simply must be taught a lesson you won’t soon forget and I intend to do just that.”  “Oh and just how do you plan to do that my dear Isabella?” He asked thinking they were playing another of her games. “What, it’s still not obvious?” She asked. “Well let me make it perfectly clear”. She continued. “It is my intention to next pull down your underwear like this, put you over my knee and give you a good sound bare bottom spanking, much like a naughty 13 year old would receive when they think they are too big for their britches, teaching you a lesson you will never forget.” 

And just like that the underwear came down and before he knew it she had pulled him to her side and quicker than he could react to, had him lying face down across her stocking clad lap staring at her lovely legs from a position he would never have imagined and what happened next, well I don’t really think it takes much imagination to see where Isabella, her hand and hairbrush intended to take him. Beginning with her hand she warmed his white little bottom a nice shade of pink, to bright red.  Spank after spank landing on his bare behind. Trying to keep his poise he gritted his teeth and tried to think only of the lovely stocking clad lap he found himself face down across. Finally after a 100 or so sound spanks Bella stopped. And Ernie started to rise. “Now just where do you think you’re going?” Isabella asked holding him down across her lap.  “Please Bella, I’ve learned my lesson, really I have.” Sounding quite like the naughty little boy he had behaved liked. “Really I have.”  Bella rubbed his red bottom with one hand, while picking up the hairbrush with the other. “I’m not quite sure you have my dear, but believe me once you feel the sting of my hairbrush, well then you will have learned”. “Yes, learned and will remember for quite some time”. She softly intoned. And with that the spanking began anew and with a much more rigorous application. Spank after spank, twenty thirty forty, he soon forgot to count, lost in the burning sting only a hairbrush can provide. Squirming, trying to avoid the burning spanks as they rained down, fighting back tears of embarrassment, finally the spanking was over, and she helped him up. As he rose from her lap, rubbing his very well spanked bottom like any naughty boy would, Ernie noticed something else he would never have guessed, he was far more wanton of his sexy woman than he could ever remember. He had to have her, and for her part, she too was already entwined with him, kissing him deeper and more fully. Had they wanted one another before the spanking, they needed one another now. Never had he wanted a woman so bad and not just any woman, no, he wanted this goddess in front of him, wrapped about him, who just moments earlier had spanked him like a very naughty little boy. And Isabella was kissing him with such passion and so, so hot. Before they knew it, they were in the bed and engulfed with a consuming passion neither had ever known. It was to say the least, a night unlike any other, filled with shuddering climaxes and wanton lips.  Was this all caused by a simple act of spanking? What or how, not important but if it were, it certainly bore repeating, at least that was what was going on in sweet Bella’s mind. Oh yes! If a trip over her knee would unlock this kind of passion, poor Ernie was in for quite a few spankings. As for Ernie, well, how many times the hairbrush landed, spanking his bottom a blistering red that evening, he could not keep count of. But one thing was for certain, if he ever looked at another Lady’s legs again, it certainly would be with the memory of this spanking fresh in his mind, that and a thorough scanning to insure that Isabella was not watching.  But would he allow another spanking, well if it led to the passion that evening had brought forward, well I think we all would.  Oh yes… I told you his beautiful Lady was quite unconventional.

Video: A Broken Heart for The VBB

Readers,


I am very pleased to be able to share this snippet of video with you, by request of the Very Bad Boy and his Wonderful Wife.


The very first time I met the VBB, his WW left him in my care. He and I dealt with some serious issues on that one occasion, and he promised to change his behavior in the future.


All of our subsequent playtimes have included the Wonderful Wife - she and I 'tag-teaming' him - and all have been nothing but f-u-n.  Even though all of our play has been lighthearted, make no mistake...we play hard. Really hard.


This time was different, though. This time the Wonderful Wife, HoH, determined to request my assistance in dealing with some recent sneaky behavior on the part of the VBB. Of course, I accepted.


First, I count this couple among my most favored playmates, and would be hard-pressed to turn down an invitation from them, whatever the request.


Second (as I explained to the VBB), I am now invested in his process. I was frustrated and disappointed when hearing of his misbehavior and welcomed the opportunity to hold him accountable.


This is just a small part of Punishment Day...and very early on, as evidenced by the lack of damage to his bottom.


Enjoy (we did).


- Dana

F/M Spanking Stories: Fouettard's Academy - Part Four : End of Term

Fouettard’s Academy: (4) End of term

The ‘boys’ gathered for session ten with mixed feelings. Not having to spend their Saturdays concentrating on their behaviour, and almost inevitably going home with a sore bottom, was, in many ways, welcome. However, they had actually become rather attached to Mrs Armstrong and Ms Kane. Although they were strict, and employed what most people regarded as old-fashioned methods, there was something about them that commanded respect and admiration. The course had been enlightening. They had learned that habits and behaviour that previously they wouldn’t have given a second thought to was unacceptable to women, and it was somehow refreshing to encounter these two strong women who neither ignore their bad behaviour nor nagged them about it but confronted them in a clear and straightforward manner.

However, life had changed even more dramatically in the past week. The ‘wives’ session’ the previous Saturday meant that it wasn’t only on Saturdays that they had to answer for their actions, it was everyday! For two of them, Ernie Wilde and Oliver Dickens, this was especially so, and far from having to wait until the end of the session, they arrived at the Academy with a distinct consciousness of part of their anatomy (and not the part that normally drives mens’ thinking!).

Mrs Armstrong and Ms Kane had been looking forward to the session all week, not so much because it was the end of term but more because they were keen to hear whether the work they had done with the wives had been productive. In some cases they were pretty confident but with others they wondered whether, back home in a one-to-one situation, the wives’ new-found assertiveness might have wavered. 

The early signs were good. Several of the men seemed considerably quieter and more reflective than usual, and the women sensed a mood of anxiety and compliance that they had not witnessed previously. As soon as everyone was assembled and settled Mrs Armstrong began. “I hope you’ve all had a good week. Ms Kane and I are looking forward to hearing your reports.”

No sooner had she started than Ernie Wilde raised his arm aloft. “Yes, Wilde, what is it?”

“Please Ma’am, I was just wondering, if matters... how shall I say... have been dealt with at home, do we still need to report them to you? I mean, it wouldn’t be very fair for us to be punished twice.”

Knowing smiles spread across the faces of the two women. Mrs Armstrong turned to her colleague. “Ms Kane, what do you think? Would it be fair for us to punish a naughty boy who’s already been punished?”

Discipline Academy Video, starring Angel (and Dana Kane)

Readers,


Since you've had the opportunity to read some of Angel's thoughts on D/S, spanking, and our time together, I thought you may like to see her (us, actually) in action. After our workday, I could think of no better way to blow off some steam than to film a quick scene for our mutual friends at Discipline Academy. While much of their content is heavy BDSM-themed, we thought it would be fun to do something a bit different...something more my style. Angel, in her wonderful way, was up for just about anything, so I decided to take the opportunity to address a little problem of hers - holding still.


Angel is cute as a button, sweet as she can possibly be, and tough as nails. She proves it in the video we made for Discipline Academy, titled 'Endurance Challenge'.


Warning:
This is not typical spanko-style video, nor is it anything like the videos which I make here, at home.
Angel and I play out a corporal punishment and endurance scene, which includes somewhat heavy use of cane, leather and rubber implements on the buttocks, thighs, and other areas...as well as some relatively intense verbal and psychological manipulation. While I do not delve into anything disturbing, obscene, or severe...some viewers of my other videos may find this one rather, well...intense.


- Dana

You may preview/purchase the video, in three parts, here:

http://www.clips4sale.com/store/34122

The VBB: Prepunishment Journal: The Final Installment

With his Punishment Day looming, I will let the VBB speak for himself...
- Dana




There always seems to be at least one statement, which Ms. Kane writes in her Emails that seems to leap off the screen and catches my attention. I am not sure if she purposely plans to use specific phrases or if they just happen to be what she is thinking at the time. It really does not matter because the result is the same; they catch my attention and inevitably cause my anxiety level to rise a good deal. Statements such as “We'll deal with this behavior in short order,” “you will receive true discipline,” “You know that you're in trouble,” “understand the necessity for seriousness.” While each statement alone elicits a feeling of apprehension, seeing them together creates a much deeper sense of dread. However, none of these statements either by themselves or as a whole produces in me the overwhelming feeling of panic as much as the words …“Punishment Day”… these two words cause a feeling of impending doom to well up in my stomach. The simple phrase caught me so off guard when I first read them that I lost my concentration as a growing numbness engulfed me. As I reread the dreaded words, the numbness gave way to a surge of adrenalin and I had to fight the urge to get up and run. Of course, there was no place to run and running would not have changed what Ms. Kane had written. 

“Punishment Day”…. these two words create an unthinkable epiphany of what awaits me during my upcoming session with Ms. Kane and my wife,  which is now duly designated as “Punishment Day”. There is nothing good about the name “Punishment Day,” the name itself invokes unsettling mental images of the impending doom, which awaits me. The words create an image of swelling black storm clouds gathering in the distance which darken the midday sky and sets ones soul trembling in fear. The term “Punishment Day” may not have elicited the same response if Ms. Kane had used it to label our first session together. There is some truth to James Gray’s statement “Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise." Before meeting Ms. Kane for the first time, my knowledge of her skills and abilities came solely from her blog and videos. My first hand ignorance of her expertise surely was blissful at the time. However after three sessions, whatever blissfulness I may have had before our first session is certainly long gone. This firsthand knowledge now makes the term “Punishment Day” much more menacing and creates such uneasiness in me that I have not been able to stop thinking about all the possibilities that “Punishment Day” invokes. I tried to explain to my wife how the term “Punishment Day” has so unnerved me, but her response is simply to tell me “You just need to trust that Dana and I know exactly what you can handle” Which I am sure was meant to make me feel a bit better. However, in reality, that really is the problem, they both know how much I can handle, and I certainly know what the both of them can dish out together. That is why the term “Punishment Day” conjures up such terrifying thoughts. 

            As if “Punishment Day” was not enough, Ms. Kane ended her Email with the proclamation “I’ll see you soon,” which only caused my sense of foreboding to deepen; It was then I had to fully  accept the fact that “Punishment Day” was coming whether I want it to or not. The words “I’ll see you soon” resonate deep within my consciousness and leaves me feeling completely powerless. I feel as though I’m trapped in a room with no way out and I so desperately want to find a way out of this room. Even if I can find a way out I am sure of one thing, standing in the way are two powerful and determined women patiently waiting for “Punishment Day” to arrive. In contrast to their poised self-confidence, I am trying everything in my power to maintain my composure. I wonder what would happen if I just throw myself at their mercy and plead for leniency. I think Ms. Kane would simply pick up the dreaded whippy cane and with a slight smile my wife would tell me once again, “Well I guess you should have thought about that before you decided to be sneaky and dishonest with me” and with that “Punishment Day” would begin…. I wonder if I have ever told them how much I hate the cane, especially that hideous white thin whippy fiberglass one.       

DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com

Survey Results

With a current response count of 332, the What Makes Us Tick - And Tingle survey is a great way to investigate the many ways in which we spankos come together...and differ.


Forty-four percent of respondents said that they were rarely (or never) spanked at home, with the majority of those who WERE spanked at home receiving hand spankings and/or beltings as the chosen form of discipline. A full fourteen percent (about 44 respondents) said that they'd never really been disciplined prior to adulthood and have no idea why they're into it now.
Also, over fifty respondents so far have said that they were play spanked by another boy/girl of their age.


I found the numbers for  'It's a Hard Knock Life' - a question about self-spanking to be particularly interesting:


I have never self-spanked, and have no interest in trying.                 19%
I have tried self-spanking but found it unsatisfying.                          38%
I self-spank occasionally, but only out of necessity.                          17%
I like self-spanking from time to time, and find it pleasurable.           14%
I often self-spank and thoroughly enjoy the sensation.                        6%




A whopping one hundred fifty-four (154) respondents, a full 46 percent, said that they've never managed to have a good cry during spanking, but are hopeful.
For those hopeful masses, five percent answered that they'd cried once during a spanking...and it was amazing.


66% of you like scolding  -  but no humiliation.
14% like it (verbally) rough.


A full half of all respondents said that, while they'd love to attend, there have been no spanking parties/gatherings for them. Twenty-seven percent have no interest in attending; and a few of you have been to nearly every party on the block.


I am particularly grateful for the mere 7% of female respondents, but cannot neglect the other 90+% who are male (70 percent over 40):
Thank you, gentlemen - once again - for reading, commenting, and sharing. It is my distinct pleasure, as always.


-  Dana

New Video: Product Testing - Cane-iac Canes

Product Testing with Dana Kane:

Cane-iac Canes

(Yes, I know...they're rattan. But that's not really the point, is it? Besides, his bottom can't handle a 're-take', just yet.)

'Extraordinary Experiences with Ms Dana Kane'

Readers,

Having arrived home from yet another amazing trip, I was happy to find an email from Angel - with whom I so thoroughly enjoyed meeting and playing..

Extraordinary Experiences with Ms. Dana Kane

I finally got to meet Dana after a couple of weeks of e-mail exchanges and planning for sessions, and while she knows I already love her - she definitely deserves a review for the benefit of all those "spankos" out there who might be considering a session with her.  She is truly wonderful and I wouldn't be able to recommend her highly enough to anyone seeking a playful spanking, a true discipline session or something in between. 

I was definitely nervous when I went to the Studio when it came time to meet her.  She was already in session, and I waited quietly in the back.  I was quite surprised when she entered the room because I did not hear her coming.  She cracked open the door and found me sitting on the floor (since she had the extra chair for some OTK play).  I was instantly gripped by this sense of nervous panic.  She is really rather attractive with jet-black hair and beautiful, mesmerizing light blue eyes that I experienced in a span of a couple of hours changing from soft and inviting to stern and anxiety-provoking. 

When she saw me on the floor she said, "You must be Angel, " and proceeded to turn to Kevin (the video editor and my "slave brother") and exclaim, "Well isn't she just so cute?"   Of course I blushed an unnatural shade of red and my heart started playing games inside my chest, refusing my instructions to calm it down a few notches.  We spoke a little; well actually - I mostly watched and listened as she spoke.  I was a little hypnotized by her accent.  I love the way she speaks.  I could just listen to her all day long.

The first session we had was with her client, and I did something for her that I wouldn't do for many people - even if they threw $100 bills at me so quickly my head would spin.  However, from speaking to her in the e-mails and learning from  Ms. Mona Rogers  (whose opinion I value  more than I can say), and of course with permission from my Mistress, I decided to take a little blind leap of faith and trust her.  She used me as a "demonstration bottom" to instruct her client how to properly administer a spanking.

I will say I was pleasantly surprised when I met him, and Dana says that he felt the same way about me.  He was really very sweet and gentle and definitely more attractive than I had expected.  I misread one of Dana's e-mails and thought she said he was "retired," when in fact she said he was "retiring" - and so I expected to be interacting with a 70 year old gray haired man.  Not that there is anything wrong with retired 70 year old gray-haired men, but my senses were all confused from my expectations and mixed-up adjectives .

She had me layer my panties, so underneath my skirt I had a pair of full bottoms which covered a thong-type panty that left my cheeks exposed.  She laid out the implements on the bondage bed and had me lean over it, and then she began spanking me with her hand over my skirt and had her client follow her lead.  Really, I felt nothing and wondered what kind of little game this was.  It was more like patting and sort of felt like a little massage.  I liked it, but it was not long before I had my protection removed and Dana was demonstrating how and where to spank varying the level of intensity and interspersing it with gentle caresses and tending to the flesh. 

I maintained nearly perfect composure until she started on me with some moderately stingy whacks , which at one point landed so hard that I found myself leaning my body against her for support as she smacked me.  I know she was using much less force than she is capable of, but wow did it leave an impression.  Her client was a quick learner and picked up on her techniques, and I was not bothered in the slightest - until she started to spank the exact way that I hate and that I instantly associate with punishment… no matter what.  She was spanking me very low on my bottom, over both cheeks, very forcefully.  I wasn't about to let on that this bothered me - as I knew within 2 seconds of meeting her I was going to really like her and would probably end up interacting with her again -  which means she might very likely have a legitimate opportunity to punish me at some point or another. 

To prevent the same mistake I did with my Mistress, I tried with every fiber of my being to remain unaffected.  However, I don’t know how great of a job I did in reality.  I do recall her every now and then being able to dictate how I was feeling based solely on reading my body language, which really impressed me.  She might have caught on without actually saying anything - but if not, I know my Mistress will tell her, this information is available on my blog, and if she ever does discipline me for something serious - I will not be able to conceal any reactions of distress from her.

Then came the part where I was over her knee, which was really the moment of truth for me as I didn't know how I would react. I have a big OTK phobia.  I  must say though that I was dealing with it pretty decently due to her encouraging words and the fact that she  wasn't anywhere  near driving me towards my tolerance level, and I knew I wasn't in trouble.  But I did get a little squirmy over her lap because she was really spanking me hard.  Her hand is insane.  I was in a state of mild shock, not having expected it to hurt so much.  She also used some implements and the dreaded leg lock so that there was no chance of escape.  I wasn't trying to escape but I started to drift out of the peaceful state I was in realizing that if I wanted to escape for whatever reason, I couldn't.  She's pretty much on the petite side, but I don't think I could have fought my way out of her grasp if my life depended on it. 

Thankfully, this was just a demonstration and I wasn't trapped there that long - but I was bordering on panic.  She started spanking me with some things like the wooden spoon, a paddle and various other "toys" - and she at times spanked areas that are unfamiliar to me, like the very upper part of my ass and the thigh territory.  By the time she was done with me I had sort of melted onto the floor and buried my head into her chest, prompting her to comfort me and play with my hair - which is something I like very, very much like.  I did not want to get up, at all, ever.  But it wasn't over quite yet.

Her client had his chance to show Dana what he had learned and he did a very good job.  He is a very nice spanker, and even better at consoling a battered bottom.  He played with me for a little while longer and then Dana gave him a little show by using some more severe implements on me, including some sort of  heavy strap which almost made me jump 20 feet in midair. She also gave me three licks with the belt and I prayed she couldn't see me shaking when she did it, and I got very gentle whacks with a rubber cable toy I made for my Mistress - that I now very much regret doing.

Then it was back over her knee, and by this time I was getting a little edgy.  She was spanking me pretty hard over and over in the spot that I dislike and I was terrified if I reacted that she would figure it out.  However, I couldn't help myself and started to put my hand behind me - although I tried to fight that urge because I knew in no uncertain terms (because she said so) that she would pin my hand behind my back, and there's nothing I hate more than that and the leg-lock. 

Luckily for me, she stopped spanking just in time.  Another few seconds and I would have leapt off of her lap before she would have known what was happening.  Her hand was so threatening that I had devised 3 different escape routes in my mind while over her knee and I was remarkably close to using one of them  just before I realized I wasn’t being smacked anymore.  I didn't warn her of this possibility.  And I only feel safe informing of her about this now, as she reads this, because she is almost back in Vegas and I can't suffer any repercussions!

I only asked her if she would be upset if I started crying, as there is only so much OTK I can endure, and she sweetly told me she would not be upset or offended.  I didn't end up crying but I did get that streak of rebellion that was begging to rear its ugly head at her.  I am glad that didn't happen.  I don't know what she would have done with me really, if it had.  She might have considered it time to end the session because I was distressed, or she would have seen it for what it really was and taken me over her knee for a real spanking - which I had already told her she had the liberty to do if necessary (permission enthusiastically granted from my Mistress - who only met her for a few minutes but is already quite fond of her).

She is really an expert spanker in terms of physical and psychological technique.  When she was talking to her client, she told him that if someone over her knee couldn't take it anymore that their only option to stop the spanking was to turn around while in that predicament and respectfully say so - at which point SHE would determine whether the level of discomfort was genuine and enough to stop the spanking or whether it was a whiny, manipulative ploy to control the scene.  This is disturbing because this is something I cannot even imagine doing, at least not with any success.  It's so much easier to attempt manipulation when you are looking at the floor and not at the person spanking  you.  I can only imagine that it is a seriously terrible move to try to look a Dominant in the eye and lie to her while your ass is entirely at her mercy - which is of course not to say that I wouldn't do it, because spanking hurts, sometimes so badly that I consider biting off my own arm to get out of one.

Well, I am sure I will have an opportunity to experiment some with Ms. Dana, as she is coming back to the City in November and I very much hope I will have the opportunity to interact with her again this time around.  I already can't wait for her to return.  There are so many wonderful things to say about this woman, but I urge you to see for yourself what an incredible person she is - not to mention she seems to be a very adept disciplinarian and a literal spanking machine.  I am going to write a little more about her on my blog in the coming days, which you can feel free to visit (if you are so inclined) at:  http://www.littleprincessofpain.wordpress.com.

Regards,

Angel

DanaKaneSpanks@gmail.com

F/M Spanking Stories: Fouettard's Academy - Part Three

It just keeps getting better.


The third installment of Fouettard's Academy, titled 'Dana's Idea', from UK Laureate...   






Fouettard’s Academy: (3) Dana’s idea

Shortly before the end of week eight Mrs Armstrong made an announcement, which came as a surprise to the students. She informed them that the following week’s session would be only half a day, in the afternoon. “Ms Kane and I have some important work to do in the morning, so you boys are excused; and for one week only you are also excused from bringing the usual envelope,” she said. “However, you will be here to begin at two pm sharp and we have some special lessons planned for the afternoon.”

The ‘important work’ Mrs Armstrong referred to had been Dana’s idea. Ever thoughtful and creative, she had suggested to Julia that to really keep ‘the boys’ in order, it would help if their wives were spanking them at home during the week, and that they should hold a session for the wives to train them in disciplinary techniques. Initially, Julia was sceptical, figuring that by training the wives she might be cutting her own throat in a business sense. However, Dana pointed out that the next term was already fully enrolled and the waiting list for places was growing. By training the wives there would be less need for re-enrolments and they would be able to take on six new boys each term. In addition, she argued, such an action would support the wider principle of female supremacy - the more women engaged in domestic discipline the better.

It was this latter argument that largely won Julia over, but she harboured doubts about whether the wives would be keen. After all, there had been nothing to stop them undertaking the discipline of their husbands but instead they had chosen to enrol them at Fouettards. “Let me phone and speak to them,” Dana had requested, and Julia agreed.

Dana was proved right. (Was she ever wrong?) Some days later she informed Julia that all six had agreed. Most had responded enthusiastically, others needed a bit more encouragement. Mrs Wordsworth had argued that she found the whole thing a bit ‘kinky’ and that she was not very comfortable about taking part in it. Joanne Rowley, Henry Potter’s fiancée, had been the most resistant. She understood Dana’s reasoning but strongly doubted her ability to play the disciplinary role. “All the more reason to come and give it a go,” Dana had said, and eventually both women were persuaded.

Julia and Dana worked together to plan the session, and it was agreed to hold it on the morning of the penultimate Saturday of term. That day had now come and all the women were assembled, along with three guys, known to Dana, who had been specially invited. The wives had been given strict instructions not to tell their husbands where they were going; this was to be a surprise for later.

In the first part of the session the women listened to Julia and Dana explaining the importance of domestic discipline spankings. 

“Quite simply,” Julia began, “a good old-fashioned, over-the-knee bare-bottom spanking takes a lot of beating, if you’ll excuse the expression, especially in a domestic context. I imagine most of you suffered that fate when you were little, and I’m pretty sure that all your men-folk did too. So why is domestic discipline good? First and foremost it will take him back to when he really was a small boy, helpless over his mother’s knee. Recapturing those feelings is essential, because it reminds him of female dominance, and doing as he’s told by the woman in his life. Back then it was his mother, now it’s you, but the element of control should be the same, and if he fails to do what you tell him, or engages in behaviour of which you disapprove, then he has to be brought back in line.”


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Conversations with Spankos: Chapter Three

I love the conversations that I have with other spankos, and the words that we use to express ourselves are so very important. This is just as true for spanking play as it is in every other aspect of life, and we set the tone and temperature of our interactions with the words that we choose to use.




Chapter Three: What's in a Word?


We all have favorites; the ones that send the little shocks down our spines. One of the true joys of spanking a bountiful variety of playmates is the discovery of their 'bottom code' - the words, terms, and phrases that make the experience most genuine for them.


I know that many spankos don't care for hefty language, cursing and yelling, and less-than-civilized behaviors while giving or receiving spankings. That being said, most all of us enjoy (or employ) verbal scolding, goading, correction, and embarrassment to some degree.


A few of the many words we use to describe the object of all this obsession/affection (and the ways in which I sometimes employ them):


Bottom - I use this one most commonly, as it has a nice, soft sound and is only a little embarrassing.
Example: "Bend over right now, mister. I'm going to give your bottom the spanking it needs."


Tushy - The word is silly, and increases the embarrassment, especially during panty spankings.
Example: "My, my, my...your tushy looks almost as good as mine in those shiny red panties."


Ass - Somewhat harsh, this one is usually reserved for 'tough lady' role-play.
Example: "If you're man enough to show your ass in the boardroom, then you're man enough to bare it in my office right now."


Fanny - Another favorite, fanny is just embarrassing enough to be effective.
Example: "Go ahead and kick; I'll stop spanking when your fanny is nice and red."


Butt - Clinical, but good for real-life discipline issues and motivation.
Example: "You will receive ten swats with the wooden paddle every time I catch you looking at other women's butts."


Backside - Unsexy and hurried, I use this term when giving orders or making a point.
Example: "Turn around, palms against the wall, feet apart...and stick out that backside. This is going to sting."




There are more, and I'd love reader's input - which words and phrases 'work for you'  and which ones make you cringe?   
Is it all about the language, or does delivery make a difference for you?


- Dana




Other Conversations with Spankos:
Chapter One: Isolation
Chapter Two: The Bad Scene

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Prepunishment Journal: The VBB and his Wonderful Wife

The next installment of The Very Bad Boy's prepunishment journal has arrived, and I was delighted to see that his Wonderful Wife has been so considerate as to add her thoughts about his current 'situation' and the steps necessary to address and correct the unacceptable behavior.

I am always grateful to be able to share another woman's perspective, thoughts, and experiences within the spanking lifestyle - and could not be happier that the Wonderful Wife is such a determined and understanding partner and disciplinarian to her husband. Her patient yet unbending hand will likely see them through many more years of DD bliss.

-  Dana

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Thoughts from The Wife:

 I am surprised the VBB did not think I was going to take his sneaky behavior seriously. We have discussed in length his sneaky behavior, how it affects our marriage and our closeness. When you live in a DD relationship, you know when your partner has broken a rule because of the way they act. Once the VBB has done something he knows will displease me, he is full of guilt, which causes him to pull away emotionally from me. Of course, I would do anything in my power to enhance our relationship. Therefore, it goes without saying that I will be following through with this discipline session. His true remorse that I know he feels will not sway Dana nor me from using our time together to give him a true disciplinary session. He may try to sway me in not following through; thinking his pre-punishments he receives will make everything all right. When I think of what is at stake, I will definitely not be swayed. This is why he is so apprehensive and rightfully so; he knows he will be appropriately punished for his misdeeds. 

The VBB’s Journal Entry:

Watching the videos from our previous sessions with Ms. Kane made me stop and think about our upcoming session. The advantage of meeting with Ms. Kane for the very first time was she was not fully aware of my tolerance level. Nor did she know which implements and techniques were the most effective. However, after three sessions, Ms. Kane is now fully aware of my tolerance level and she knows without a doubt which implements and techniques are most effective for me. The videos reminded me that Ms. Kane and my wife clearly know and understand my tolerance level. They also know which implements I despise the most. I am afraid despite my many subtle and obvious remarks on how much I hate the cane; the cane will still play a prominent role in our session. Of course, my wife will also bring with her the knowledge of the little tricks I use to try to get her to stop or shorten a spanking. Consequently, I think I will find myself in a vulnerable position. I cannot count on either of them to go light on me, as they both know how much I can actually take. They both know while I can tolerate almost any single or short serious of smacks, I cannot endure quick continuous whacks to the same area. Because this is a serious disciplinary session, I cannot count on my little survival skills nor my sense of humor to try to shorten the spanking. I am apprehensive that I will be at the complete mercy of these two dominate women. Who have made it very clear their goal is to break me of my sneaky and dishonest behavior. Watching these videos put me in a slight funk, for now I really do not want to go through this experience. Watching the videos again did nothing to set me at ease but did just the opposite, they only exacerbated my anxiety about our upcoming visit.

Thoughts on F/f discipline, from Angel

Readers, 

One of the great things about my job(life) is that I have the opportunity, time and again, to acquaint myself with cool, kind, intelligent people with similar interests. Angel is one of those people - a lifestyle submissive and spanking enthusiast. 

I've invited Angel to share...well, just about anything that she'd like here, and she's been kind enough to send along an introduction of sorts, since we will be meeting for the first time in upcoming days. Maybe Angel will decide to share some post-meeting thoughts, as well.  In the meantime, I am looking forward to getting to know her soon.

- Dana

Read more of Angel's thoughtful perspectives on life, love, and her d/s dynamic at Angel's Spanking Blog.

From Angel:

If any of my blog readers find themselves here at Ms. Dana Kane's site, which I am sure they will - if you are acquainted with my blog, you will know that I am no stranger to the supernatural. Usually this is because my Mistress has me convinced she could give Sylvia Brown a run for her money, but today this was all me. Or it was Dana Kane. Maybe all Tops are a little (or lot) psychic. I was trying to respond to one of Dana's blog posts when I got an e-mail from her asking me if I felt like contributing something to her blog written from a female perspective. Coincidence? No one may ever know.

Anyway, here I am. I have an upcoming professional session with Dana ***, and am looking forward to interacting with her in just a few short days. She has generously supplied me with her time via e-mail correspondences and I truly find her quite pleasant. However, I cannot tell if I hope or do not hope that she has the opportunity to spend some time with my Mistress. For the sake of making a new Top friend, that would be splendid, and I know they would get along famously. For the sake of my bottom? I'm a little more fearful.

I am coming to learn that true disciplinarians share similar sentiments. While I have spent some of my free time going over Dana's writings on her blog, finding them quite relevant and enthralling - I can't help but admit that I get a little unsettled and sometimes unnerved when she talks about the serious "stuff."

A hint of panic invaded my being when I read her little piece about excuses, and heard my own Mistress' voice ringing in my ears. Ah, so there is another Dominant out there who refuses to accept the fact that "tired" is a valid excuse. And traffic - how slighted I felt that one day I did everything right with the exception of taking a precautionary earlier bus to account for any unforeseen road work. How I could not understand my Mistress anger, and even now must brace myself when recalling the incident to avoid becoming too emotional.

Every good intention was thwarted that day by my inability to make a simple and logical choice that would have left both my Mistress and myself in extremely good spirits. Instead, she was quite angry. I was sad. And poor Mistress Mona had to spare my life by keeping me so busy I couldn't get in the way of the terrible wrath of Domina Nyx. It was truly dreadful. And I wish I understood enough then not to try to justify my inaction with excuse after excuse, truly believing it was a "reason." I got punished, but it was not her handprint on my face, being denied playing arcade games at the Laundromat, being forced to stand at her side (in between endless chores for Ms. Mona Rogers) until the moment I had to go to bed, or the always present threat of a spanking that had the greatest impact. It was really the grief I felt over having tried so hard, and failed at the last moment, that made the biggest impression. I might have taken it a little to the extreme by showing up 3 hours early to anything important nowadays, but unless the hand of God is literally tugging at the back of my shirt, I will not be late again. If God decides to do this, I truly hope whomever is affected by said event will find this to be a "reason" and not an "excuse."

Another "post" that struck me was one in which Ms. Kane briefly speaks of accountability. I will admit, I was so taken by this that I closed the entire browser and for the life of me couldn't find it again when I went to write about it. An hour later (and now officially having read her entire blog but still missing this link) - I resorted to good old google: my best and dearest friend. Quick thinking: "Dana Kane spanking accountability." Ah, there it is. And here she says: "I feel as though accountability is one of the keys of any successful discipline program. The recounting of misdeeds, while making direct eye contact, is essential." I had a brief mini-vision and near stroke wondering what it would be like to have to confess something serious to her, forced to look at her and endure the scolding (in that very sweet but strict voice that I am now very familiar with via her free blog videos) that would probably be followed with a spanking. And then I thought of my Mistress, and most recently how I was punished on a car trip. I was, oh here we go…. "Tired." (Wondering if I could somehow make it the case Dana misses that line)

Anyway, being a self-absorbed child, I decided to pout and keep up an attitude despite repeated warnings - and the fact that I couldn't come up with one conceivable way I could be immediately spanked on the 5 hour drive. I was pretty sure She wouldn't come back there and spank me. I didn't think She would make her other slave pull off to the side of the road for this sole purpose. I felt pretty safe She wouldn't find a way to do it at the event, in public, despite her sometimes numerous threats to the contrary.

At this point I was consumed with immediate self-gratification, with little regard for my Mistress' desires. Not because I don't love her dearly but because I was being a testy, miserable child-creature who was exhausted (having 3 hours less sleep on top of a sleepless night, because I was told the night before not to be even 5 minutes late) and convinced that my bottom was not in immediate danger. That was all that mattered until I was yelled at. "You're not a child!" She hissed at me. I agreed, in exactly the same manner a child would if the situation made any sense, and responded with a defiant: "I know I'm not a child!" followed by me folding my hands into my chest and pouting so terribly, not even I could take it.

This was the last straw for my Mistress, who demanded I hold out my hand. I was so tired and grumpy that it took me until the first smack that I realized the nature of this command. I screamed a little and withdrew my hand, extending it back ever so slightly when I was told to put it back. I closed my eyes and tried to endure it, but She made me keep them open and look at Her - while keeping my hand steady and in position to be "spanked." She told me I was being punished and while making me look at Her, asked me to tell Her why.

Really, I was mortified as I had to repeat my infractions and have them met with a smack so hard I was tearing. Suddenly, I did not want to be a child anymore - at least not a misbehaving one. I am not sure if the hardest thing was being hit like I was five, the actual pain, or having to make eye contact to explain that I knew I was being punished and why. When it was over, I retreated into a state of submission and clung to my Mistress in near desperation - as the only comfort I could find was within Her. She offered me Her forgiveness and I offered my gratitude, and things went beautifully until 9 hours later on the car ride home when I really could hardly keep my eyes open despite extra-large coffees, sodas and about 7 caffeine-packed Excedrin. I got my hand smacked again (well both of them actually), and it subdued me for a while, but I got a spanking when we got home - and still have beef jerky welts on my bottom and thighs. (Yes, you read that right. I caution you not to go near any Mistress who has an unopened stick of beef jerky. They may look innocent, but they actually are comparable to canes).

To the point of this: I hate being held accountable, and it's especially intolerable during a punishment. I agree with Dana, and think it is a vital component of discipline because it teaches and humbles. But I most definitely cannot stand it in the moment. Thank God it is impossible to look at the person spanking you in the eye as you are being spanked. I think I die a little each time I go over my Mistress' knee, with my bottom completely at Her mercy, being lectured and forced to respond in between strokes. Being made accountable in this way is absolutely mortifying - to be rebuked verbally and then smacked. That's why sometimes I can't take it when the spanking is actually over and I throw my head into her lap so She can't see how She has shamed me. And then all I want to do is spend my life making up for why I was punished - yet I am a repeat offender of common mistakes.

As good intentioned as I am, as much as I love my Mistress, as much as my heart craves submission and to yield to Her within an inch of my life (and sometimes plus the inch) - my will exerts itself in menacing ways, and betrays not only Her, but the person who owns it: me. As sweet and generous and submissive as I can be at times, my nature is a paradox. I don't want to be punished. I know if I asked Her to spank me because I craved it, needed it - that She would be generous and give it to me. Chances are it will still never happen according to the way I fantasize it might - but at least it would fulfill something I needed. I know I could come to Her and that because She understands my need for discipline, emotional releases and the like (not to mention the fact She is a true sexual sadist) that there is no need for reservations about this.

What I do have is lack of opportunity because I am so frequently spanked, and that definitely makes all forms of spanking aversive - even the kind I used to enjoy. She is so strict about discipline that I have no room to breathe or seek this out on my own terms. Even when I am good - my behavior isn't consistent to the point where I begin to develop the desire to be spanked within my own physical and psychological jurisdiction. And I have never had a Mistress who used humiliation constructively and so completely against me (by taking me over Her knee against my will and making references to the fact I am bad and act like a child and need to be spanked… and much worse)that it almost becomes worse than the spanking itself. It is amazing what a few embarrassing words can do for an already lacking pain tolerance - especially when they are so manipulated they serve a dual purpose: to make me feel shamed, and to hold me accountable - which by now we all know, I hate.

But I don't think being accountable is something many people like, and really Dana touched on a very exposed nerve with her post and her examples - all of which I am guilty of. Except I do not have what it takes yet to hold myself accountable, and so I need my Mistress, and indeed She is a source of motivation. On the one hand lies the desire to please, and on the other, to avoid punishment. This whole accountability thing, which I have written so many times now that it's starting to rattle me, is really the reason I sought out a D/s relationship in the first place and have been seeking them since as long as I could remember. But the whole games changes when one finds that person who can get the job done no matter what the hell you do to avoid it. Part of me is so rebellious because I didn't think it was an actual possibility in real life. I never had to take it seriously because it didn't exist. I suppose it boils down to this: I never truly thought that I was punishable - which made me a target for abusive relationships.

Honestly, and regrettably, something about abuse is often easier to tolerate. There is no accountability in abuse. But there is when your Mistress takes you over Her knee like an insecure child, spanks you until you can't sit down while turning your ass and your face the same shade of red - and then even worse, loving you, genuinely, when it is over. Holding you. Stroking your hair. Wiping the tears. Offering you restitution. Cradling the will She has subdued because She has no interest in murdering your spirit, but taming it so that it ceases to do damage - and refusing to give up because She believes in what She does. This is why I revere my Mistress, although I am not sure She knows or even if I have ever told Her in quite this way. But it's very powerful for me. I am still coming to terms with the fact that She exists. She thinks I am joking when I say this to Her. But I am not.

All that being said, I am looking forward to my first meeting with Ms. Dana Kane - whom, remarkably, I had been missing for a long time. My apologies, but since I have found my Mistress, there has been no need for me to search the Internet in hopes that someone like Her existed (like I said, still waiting on confirmation She is real).

But it was much to my delight when I discovered Dana's blog (and that she exists, too), and her contests, and when I heard such nice things about her. It is wonderful to find that more Tops out there exist who share this same spirit of discipline, love and play - and that they are willing to so openly share this with others. To me, this is part of the reason I write my blog - not only for my Mistress and myself, but for others who are truly interested in real life D/s relationships. These are in depth entries - they are really gifts. I have considered Dana's blog a gift -those words of wisdom she shares, along with the stories of those she disciplines, her accolades for other spanking/discipline enthusiasts, her free videos, the fact that she offers spanking "prizes" - it's really pretty amazing to me. And I thank her, on behalf of myself and all the others who may want to thank her but haven't yet (because they are "busy" or "tired" or "stuck in traffic" or even just "shy.")