'My Birthday Spanking' Story Entry: F/M Spanking Stories

Readers,


It is impossible to be a fan of spanking and not know who Dana Specht is...and this entry to the 'My Birthday Spanking' story contest gives more good reason to respect this powerful disciplinarian. As this is a 'true story' submitted by one of my readers, I've edited a few specific details in order to protect anonymity.
Enjoy!
- Dana

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My birthday spanking/session with Ms. Dana Specht!

I have been married for 30 years to the most wonderful woman in the world. About 15 years ago I asked her if she would spank me and take over as domestic disciplinarian in my life. It’s a long story of how we got to where we are today but in a nutshell she agreed. I will be 60 in June of this year and by chance my wife was on *** and found Dana Specht. Her videos of scolding and spanking were learning tools for my wife when she was just getting into this crazy life we have now. So, Ms. Specht is definitely a BIG star in both of our eyes. Ms. Specht posted that she was coming to *** (where we live) in April for a vacation and sessions. My wife told me later you can’t get better odds than that  ***…so she sent Ms. Specht a couple e-mails and they set up this session for April a couple months before my actual birthday. Now of course my wife had to tell me about this. After all spankings are consensual and if I walked into a room and there was Dana Specht standing there I would have run out the door and probably got hit by a cab or something.  Anyway, scared and reluctant I agreed and tried to mentally prepare for the upcoming “session”. 

I didn’t sleep the night before at all…the session was scheduled for 2 in the afternoon. We both arrived at the hotel and the wife made the call, “We are here”, and up the elevator we went.  We arrived at the door of the room and I was actually shaking with anticipation, nerves, sheer terror…Imagine Dana Specht was on the other side of that door. My wife went in first and the two of them hugged like old friends. Ms. Specht is very pretty and has a beautiful figure; she wore a simple short length black sleeveless dress, black hose, and patent leather high heels...classy all the way. 

Her tools were fanned out on one of the two hotel room beds...brushes, straps, and small paddles, all small enough to easily pack in a suitcase. I was scared to death, shaking, and the first thing I said when I entered the room was "It's really her, it's really her", and was overcome with emotion. I too hugged her immediately - after all, she's a legend in the spanking world!

We had a wonderful sit-down conversation for 15 minutes, just to settle the butterflies and get to know each other a bit. We discussed my upcoming birthday, and she read an email my wife had sent her, the things she wanted her to "address" with me in terms of scolding and making the spanking meaningful. Let me just say, she is really good, I mean really good, at what she does!! She is not sadistic, she is not mean, she sets the mood, the mindset, she is very very personal, and focused on you. She did her homework and knew exactly what to say even though we had never met before. I would absolutely recommend her sessions to anyone! When she read the e-mail I started to get a little squirmy, the scolding had begun in a mild way but I was starting to feel like I was in the principal’s office and it wasn’t going to end up well. 

She moved over to one of the beds and positioned herself and straightened her skirt. Her posture was perfect. Her demeanor changed ever so slightly as she gently scolded me a little more and directed me to remove my shirt. Now remember my wife is sitting on the other bed watching all this and taking pictures for crying out loud!!!!! Next thing I know she is undoing my belt saying naughty boys have to remove their pants when they get spanked..so off they came and I folded them neatly on the chair. Then she had me turn around and inspected and patted my bum and said, “What happens to naughy boys?” I said, “They get spanked”. She said, “That’s right and where do they get spanked?”  I said, “On the bum”. She said, “What kind of bum?” I replied, “The bare bum ma’am?” Well, down came the underpants and I neatly folded them on the chair. Now I am naked other than white socks, a red face and standing with my arms at my side and my head down. Not a pretty sight to look at I am sure!

This whole time, she was scolding me about my bad habits, and telling me I was naughty and needed this spanking badly. My wife said afterward I was all submissive and saying "yes ma'am" and "no ma'am" like I was born to it. She started with OTK with the hand, let me say she is absolutely masterful at hand spanking! Wow, and double-wow. The birthday spanking was all done with her hand - she doubled it, 60 each cheek. Then over the course of the next 45 minutes she moved to 3 different straps, 3 brushes, and 2 wooden paddles. Periodically she had me get up and look at my bum in the full length mirror, and at least 4 or 5 times, she gently lotioned my bottom with aloe vera, to give me a break I think and also helped keep her hand from drying out as well. She also said the lotion makes the swats sting a little more and then she and the wife laughed about spanking a wet bottom. Let me say that I will never smell aloe vera again without thinking of that afternoon. My wife and she conversed during it, the wife took pictures, they talked technique, and my loving wife kept touching me every once in a while just to reassure me I was doing great, especially towards the end, when the wood was hitting my fire-red bottom.

The emotion of the session is something I would compare to therapy, at least for me. I have PTSD that just recently cropped up after years of repression (the 60’s really sucked for a lot of us guys). This session brought out a ton of emotions that no therapist could ever do. I cried several times not necessarily from the pain but just the total emotional release of it all. She was so sweet and gentle in her persona yet so direct and powerful as a disciplinarian. 

At the end of it, the endorphins had definitely kicked in, and she just held me, cradled my head, told me all was forgiven and I was a good boy again. I could barely walk, it was the endorphins...she had me sit down for another 15 minutes just to collect myself, and we just chatted some more about our lives and histories. Half that time, I was still totally naked, and didn't even realize it! That's how "in the zone" I was, my wife said it was amazing to witness.  She gave me homework to do, this letter being one and I must write her once a month to keep her advised on my promises to change the bad habits my wife wrote her about. We all hugged, took a couple more pictures and we headed home. My wife said in the car that of course she had to spank me just a little more when we got home. She said her hand was itching the whole time watching, just wanting to swat my sore cheeks herself. I was pretty much out of it for two hours after the session, it was like being on a drug. ***

I sit here writing this now the day after the session. My bum is still very sore and carries the “badges of honor” us guys love to look at over and over after a good lickin’. In closing let me say that Ms. Specht is a sweet, strong woman, very personable and one terrific disciplinarian. My wife said she learned a few techniques she didn’t know about…that inner thigh thing she does with that leather strap… forget-a-bout-it…yikes! I would also like to thank my wife for this wonderful gift. We both will never forget that windy April tuesday afternoon *** with the wonderful Ms. Dana Specht.

New Dana Kane Video: The Good Boy OTK

'My Birthday Spanking' Contest Entry: F/F Spanking Stories

This F/F entry to the 'My Birthday Spanking' Story Contest, submitted by my dear friend Angel, is eloquently written and terribly realistic. (Since a few of my friends do enjoy submitting stories for the contests, and most especially because I do not wish to show favoritism, their entries are allowed as non-contestants. Angel receives her 'fair share' of spankings regardless, I assure you.)

- Dana

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I arrived at the studio an hour earlier than was originally scheduled, after having received a last minute e-mail from Dana politely inquiring if I could make arrangements to meet her at 12 instead of 1.  I, of course, obliged - not even bothering to see if there was a reason.  I didn't think it mattered and simply assumed she wanted to make sure we had enough time to get acquainted with each other before we had our first professional session with her client.

 It was no inconvenience to me since I was planning to arrive early anyway .  After all, I had  learned  that traffic or weather conditions are never to be fully relied upon and there is no excuse for being late.  For instance, if there happens to be an upturned trailer that collided with a roaming wild turkey that escaped from an alien ship right before you got to the tolls, making it the case that it takes you an extra 37 minutes to get into the city - this is still only an excuse, and not a "reason. " Had you had brains enough to leave just a little earlier, the whole space alien turkey collision would  not have affected you.

So yes, I was planning to be there early - and I was.  Thankfully, there were no impossible events that interfered with my good intentions and I found myself with 42 minutes to spare. However, just before pressing the buzzer to the studio, it suddenly registered that I was nervous.  "Oh, no.  You didn't account for this," I told myself while extending my hand in midair and then retracting it, unable to find the nerve to press the button. 

"Uh oh, this is not good," I said aloud, not realizing it.  When people started looking at me funny, I realized that approximately 7 minutes later I was having a full blown conversation with myself.  I half ran to the coffee shop on the corner until I could figure out what to do.  I wanted to call my Mistress, but I knew if I did that the sound of Her voice would make me clingy and emotional, and that it would probably end with some kind of rebuke - suggesting that if I was not on my best behavior for Dana that I would have to contend with Her discipline.  This fantasy based deterrent gave me a new anxiety and I started to contemplate why I was even nervous in the first place.

I had spoken to Dana via e-mail several times.  She didn't seem at all purposefully intimidating, and she is really so sweet that it wouldn't surprise me if she had a hard time faking "mean."  She is aware that I'm involved in a 24/7 D/s relationship with my Mistress - so I didn't leave out any details.   I didn't do anything to upset her.  None of it made any sense really.  But I couldn't shake it.  Maybe it's just those first time jitters one gets when interacting with someone new, was what I kept telling myself.  But at this point, it didn't really matter.  I only had a few more moments of free time before I had to go meet her.

"Just do it!" I yelled at myself (in my head this time).  This gave me momentary courage - until I remembered the story my Mistress told me about the inspiration behind that slogan.  It was modeled after Gary Gilmore's "Let's do it" proclamation right before he was put to death by a firing squad.  Nope.  Suddenly I was all unsettled again and relying solely on the knowledge that if I ran away my Mistress would hunt me down and do something terrible to me.  I might not be alive to suffer any repercussions from Dana so I didn't mull that over too much.  I don't know what I was doing really, but somehow I managed to make it to door, even up the elevator - all while in some kind of blind daze.


(Remember to click 'Read More' below to read the complete story.)

'Stuart's Surprise Birthday Spanking': F/M Spanking Stories

'Stuart's Surprise Birthday Spanking' is detailed, interesting, and - best of all - a great F/M entry to the 'My Birthday Spanking' story contest. Enjoy! 
- Dana

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STUART'S SURPRISE BIRTHDAY SPANKING


Stuart and Jenna had met at a fall sorority social at a northwestern state university in the 1960's.   Their romance moved along to the extent that they were seeing each other exclusively and spent a lot of their time outside classes together.   He was a senior Business Administration student, while she was a sophomore in the Faculty of Education, so they shared little of their schedule during the day.   However, lunch was always fun as they gathered in the college cafeteria at his fraternity table or with her sorority sisters.   Most everyone in the crowd knew each other and it was the kind of fun that college kids enjoy.    Stuart had a 1955 Chevrolet hardtop, salmon and grey in color, and he and Jenna spent some passionate evenings parked in secluded areas around the campus.   Things progressed to the point that they both explored each other in what was termed "petting",  and became very passionate and desired more and more intimate contact.


One evening while they were parked on behind a public school on the playground, Stuart shared with Jenna that he had always been fascinated by spanking, and had thought a lot about sharing that with her.  He told her that he had a strong desire that she would spank him.  Jenna was silent for a few moments, and then asked "Why would you want me to spank you--I care for you so much!".   Stuart carefully explained that it was a mental and physical turn-on for him, and asked if she would try it.    He said that he had a small wooden paddle that he had hidden in the glove compartment, and showed it to her.   This led to his first spanking by Jenna---over her lap in the car and on his bare bottom.    He loved it, and told her how much it meant that she would agree to spank him.     Over the course of the remaining school year, she would from time to time give Stuart a spanking with the small paddle.


In June, Stuart graduated from college with his business degree, and went off to work on a job with a gas pipeline company in Houston, Texas.    Jenna had a summer job at a packing plant in the northwest, and they were separated by several thousand miles.   They wrote and phoned each other as much as possible, but the separation hurt the relationship as Stuart started to date Ruth who worked in his employer's head office.  


As his 22nd birthday approached in late August, Stuart received a phone call from Jenna, who informed him that she was taking one week off at the end of her summer and flying to Houston to visit him.     She informed him that "I will be there two days before your birthday, and not leaving until three days after it.  I want to be with you every day that week".     "Great", Stuart replied. "I will pick you up at the airport in Houston and it can just be the two of us together!    Wow!, I am so excited that you are coming here!".


The day soon came that he picked Jenna up in the afternoon when her flight landed in Houston.    They kissed and held hands as they walked to the car.     "I will take you right to my apartment and you can get freshened up and then I will take you out for dinner", said Stuart.     "Fantastic!   All I have had to eat today was peanuts and crackers on the flight...and I am starving" replied Jenna.      At the apartment there was some wonderful kissing, touching and feeling, and then Jenna excused herself to take a shower and change into a nice pants suit.      When she emerged from the bedroom all freshened up, she announced that she had brought a special birthday present for Stuart, but that he would have to take her out to dinner first, and then she would share it when they got back to the apartment.


They went to a nice steakhouse on the Old Spanish Trail in south Houston, and when they got back to the apartment, Jenna excused herself and went into the bedroom.    Delving into her suitcase, she came out with the mystery present, which was wrapped in gift paper and was about two feet long and only a few inches wide.   She kissed Stuart and said "Now open it up".     Stuart wondered what it could be but saw that it was a flexible package.   He undid the wrapping and to his surprise and somewhat delight, saw a black razor strap that had apparently been modified by cutting off some of its length.   It was only about a foot and a half long counting the molded handle.    It was two layers thick, but there was tape around it binding the two layers together.   Stuart saw that it was about three inches wide, or maybe a little less.


Jenna had a sly smile on her face as she spoke to Stuart.  "I hope you like my surprise gift, and what I plan on doing with it.    You need a good birthday spanking, and I am ready to give it to you now!".   Stuart gulped, as he eyed the strap which she had picked up.     "Please go into the bedroom and take off your clothes and prepare for a real spanking", she said.    Stuart's heart started to pound---she had a serious look and he started to undress.   But, he was anxious to follow her instructions and see where this led.   Soon he was standing stark naked and Jenna came into the bedroom and said "Pile the pillows in the middle of the bed, and then lay over them with your bottom in the air.   I want to see it extended and waiting for my strap".      Stuart did just what she instructed, and as he lay over the pillows with his bare bottom stuck in the air, he shivered and awaited the first blow of the razor strap.


Jenna said "Stuart, I love you and know you need this spanking.   Since it is your 22nd birthday, I will give you one stroke for each year.   Don't move until I am done.   You will count each stroke".   "Yes, dear" replied Stuart.     In only a few seconds the first stroke of the strap landed square across the middle of his bottom.    It hurt immediately with a sharp, serious pain.  "Oh! Ouch!.....er...One" exclaimed Stuart with his face buried in the bedsheet.     Some ten or so seconds later the second strap stroke landed with a sharp smacking noise.   "Two!"  "Ow---not so hard---that really stings!" he pleaded.    Jenna did not reply, but instead landed a harder third stroke to his now reddening behind.   "Please, Jenna---why so hard!!" he pleaded.    "I did not hear a count" was all she said.   "Three!" he responded.     The birthday strapping went on through all 22 strokes, and by about the 10th one his bottom was becoming a very dark red and as she progressed through the next ten, it was clear that some bruises were evident.    Still, Jenna kept laying on the razor strap to his enflamed buttocks, until finally he was able to gasp "Twenty two!".     The strapping ended and he rubbed his sore bottom with his hands.     "Here, Stuart, that is my job and I have brought some soothing lotion for your bottom" Jenna said.    She had a jar of some cooling ointment and rubbed his bottom with it.    While there was no doubt that he had received a very hard birthday spanking, he felt a rush and sort of relief that she had come all this way with such a gift and then gave him his first really hard spanking as an adult.    "I love you--you gave me just what I needed for my birthday" he told her.  Their lovemaking was the most passionate that they had ever experienced.     They enjoyed the next few days together, and while he did not receive any more spankings from Jenna, he cherished the memory of that one birthday spanking that she had lovingly given him.    


The End.

Spanking PSA: Professional Etiquette

Readers,


While the content of this PSA may not pertain to all of you, I believe that it will serve as an excellent learning tool for some.


There are some things which I consider understood and unspoken that, sadly, do not naturally occur to everyone. While I am not in the advice-giving business, nor do I speak for my fellow professional disciplinarians, it seems a good idea to point out some generally helpful guidelines for those considering contacting/interacting with myself or one of my skilled contemporaries.


First, it is recommended that you take a look at the website of the person with whom you'd like to communicate. Actually read about them, their interests, and their preferred method of contact.


Then, stop. Think about what you'd like to say before you say it. If you are thinking of using any of the myriad words to describe your genitalia, it's state or function, or of discussing your masturbatory habits...go back to the first guideline. Does the person in question specifically request - anywhere on the site - this information? (The answer will almost always be NO - they do not.) 


This is about your backside, not your front side.


Next, either make a considerate telephone call or send a respectful introductory email. Introduce yourself, state your interests, and provide any requested information.


That seems very simple, doesn't it?


Just in case, here are a couple examples:


Example #1: The Bad Email Example


hey, call me i need a hard spankin 
how much do u charge?


Example #2: The Good Email Example


Hello Ms Kane,


My name is Joe and I am interested in receiving a spanking from you. I am 54, fit, and have references available upon request. Please let me know if I may be considered.


Regards,
Joe
###-###-####


- Dana

'A Perfect Spanking Storm' : A true story, by the VBB

Readers,


I won't lie - the VBB nearly won this round.  
He was at his super-bratty best, and his Wonderful Wife and I fairly exhausted ourselves in the effort to subdue his behavior. This 'topping from the bottom' may seem fairly obvious in retrospect, but it took nearly an hour for it to sink in to us that day...the VBB was messing with our heads.
There we were, working our disciplinarian fingers to the bone, while his brattiness continued to escalate. (It should go without saying that this boy has an exceptional pain threshold to back up his smart-ass comments, so our playtimes are much more intense than the average spanking enthusiast would or could endure.)
After a bit of consideration, I decided that we'd need to take stronger measures if we were to regain control of the situation. 


From the VBB:




A Perfect Spanking Storm


It was a perfect spanking storm; two determined and unwavering disciplinarians, one feisty VBB, an unusually higher pain tolerance, a spanking challenge and the emergence of a very bratty inner child. It seems as though the spanking stars and planets were perfectly aligned and the spanking gods had given their blessings for this perfect storm to take place. In its wake was left a trail of utter destruction; five broken implements, two exhausted disciplinarians with one sustaining a bruised leg, an extremely inflamed, bruised, and throbbing backside, two sore feet, two aching nipples and one sincerely remorseful VBB. It was a day to remember, a day which will probably never happen again, a day which no one came out the winner and nothing was settled. It was a day which each of us will remember and probably not wish for it to happen again. It was the perfect spanking storm.
It started off simply enough, a short email proposing a challenge for our upcoming visit. The challenge was straightforward; could Ms. Dana and my Wife both break a bath brush over my bottom at the same time? The challenge was accepted, brushes were bought and rules set in place. As the day of our visit came I started to have some doubts, I was beginning to rethink the saneness of the challenge as I remembered how much it hurts when a bath brush is broken on my bottom. I sent an email that morning trying to convince Ms. Dana that we should forgo the challenge. Her response clearly revealed she had no interest at all in abandoning the challenge. I tried a number of times to convince my Wonderful Wife to forgo the challenge, all to no avail. As our appointed time came for our session I made one last appeal to Ms. Dana and my Wonderful Wife and as before it only fell on deaf ears, although I was given an opportunity to explain why I wanted to call off the challenge. I explained my reasoning that it was going to hurt a lot and Ms Dana simply said “of course it’s going to hurt” and with that my final plea was shot down. Ms. Dana suggested they start off methodical and hard and I suggested they don’t start at all. Telling me to be quiet they proceeded to prove that they could both break a bath brush over my bottom at the same time. My wife quickly matched Ms. Dana’s rhythm and intensity and after only eight hits Ms. Dana’s brush shattered. This made my Wife even more determined to break Hers. With Ms. Dana cheering Her on She increased Her intensity and was determined not to stop until it was broken. Unfortunately Her bath brush split instead of breaking. Because the brush split it was pinching my bottom every time it made contact with my bum. So with a bit of disappointment and in the interest of always playing safe and sane we had to stop the challenge. As the challenge came to an abrupt and unceremonious end we all just kind of paused for a few moments as we processed the fact that the challenge was over before it really began. Looking over at the end table one of us mentioned Dana’s new resin bath brush which she had just bought and wondered out loud if it would have lasted longer. So Ms. Dana picked up her new resin bath brush and gave me a good whack with it. My ill-fated response was to issue a chuckle and utter some uncontrolled smart-ass comment. This led to an unexpected and very hard painful smack to the fleshy part of my upper leg. Her new bath brush immediately broke in half and left a nice big red mark on my leg. Thus in the first five minutes of our play session three implements had already met their fate and others were soon to follow.
It was then my inner bratty child reared his obnoxious head and before I knew it I was channeling the little bratty bugger. From that point, it just all went downhill. Finding myself in a semiconscious state my bratty inner child took over and began uncontrollably to utter smart assed comments. At first Ms. Dana was just keeping track of all the bratty comments. However, as my bratty inner child increasingly became brattier the smart-ass comments were met with a hard and sound smack. The harder and longer the smacks the brattier my inner child became and the smarter the comments were. Before we knew it we found ourselves embroiled in a battle of determination, Ms. Dana and my Wife determined to curb my bratty comments and my inner bratty child was determined to not give in. This battle went on for a while which eventually lead to the demise of two more implements one wooden spoon and Dana’s loop cane which I believed was featured in Her last product testing video. Being that I often bear the blame and unfairly suffer the consequences when one of Her implements is broken, I became very nervous when I saw the broken loop cane. I quickly reminded Ms. Dana that She could send the loop cane in and it will be replaced with a new one. I was very relieved when She mentioned that She was not worried about replacing the loop cane. The battle continued and as the causalities mounted my bottom was beginning to show the results of our very heavy play. It was determined that my bottom had reached the point where we needed to stop. So once again, in the interest of always playing safe and sane Ms. Kane and my Wonderful Wife called a halt to the unrelenting beating of my bottom.
One would think if a spanko’s bottom was no longer eligible for play that the session would come to an end. Well not in my case, my bratty inner child was still lurking about and the two Lovely Ladies were still determined to rein in my bratty inner child, thus came Ms. Dana’s solution to their dilemma. She would show my Wife various new and creative ways of inflecting physical pain and discomfort upon my person. As a result my feet, nipples and other areas of my personhood enter into the devastating battlefield of determination and quickly became causalities themselves. Once I knew their plan I boldly spoke up and told Ms. Dana “You do not need to teach my Wife anything new” of course, this was met with the same results as my other objections. So off they went Ms. Dana teaching new and disturbing ways of inflecting physical pain and discomfort and my Wife eagerly and enthusiastically soaking it all in and gleefully trying everything Ms. Dana showed Her. It was amazing how a change in battle plans affected my inner bratty child, all of a sudden my inner child was no longer as eager to be so bratty. After some very unpleasant and agonizing cane strikes to my feet, my bratty inner child was no longer wanting to play. Once they tired of “playing” with my feet, Ms. Dana proceeded to teach my Wife other evil skills which she enthusiastically put into practice but are two nefarious to describe here. Thus was the beginning of the end of the perfect spanking storm and the presences of my bratty inner child.
Regrettably, before my inner bratty child was brought under control I made a few unfortunate decisions that got me into some real trouble and led to some very painful and humbling consequences. I must have been worried that Angel was getting to close to taking over in the naughtiness department that I momentarily lost my mind and shot my Wife the OK gesture which unfortunately has negative implications for Her. What is worse I know better than to ever give Her the OK sign. I knew I was in real trouble when one second She was standing at the foot of the bed and the next second She was an inch from my face pinching my nipples and reminding me just how much She does not like that gesture. My Wife response to my gesture happened so fast that I had no time to react or to be scared. In fact, Her response was so immediate that I think it took Ms. Dana by surprise. Dana quickly assessed what I had done was a series breach of respect so she jumped right in to lend a hand. If that was not foolish enough my second unfortunate decision of the day certainly was. I made a somewhat mocking head shake while Ms. Dana was talking. I knew it was a very big mistake when She immediately stopped and stared straight at me and asked very sternly if I had just mocked Her. Without even giving me a chance to respond, She went from Ms. Dana to Ms. Kane disciplinarian. Unlike my Wife, Ms. Kane provided plenty of time for my fear level to skyrocket. She grabbed a thick solid wooden spoon and proceeded to give me one of the most scathing and frightening scolding’s I think I have ever received. She then ordered me to lift my shirt where She proceeded to administer the most painful two smacks to my nipples with her wooden spoon. The pain from the first smack was so terrific that I doubled over and covered my chest; the worst moment was when She told me to stand up and lift my shirt again so She could smack the other side. By then my inner bratty child had completely disappeared and left me standing all alone hesitantly raising my shirt and dreading what was about to happen. While the two smacks to my nipples were extremely painful I would gladly have taken more just to avoid the scathing scolding She gave me. I quickly remembered my Wife and Ms. Kane are strictly holding me responsible for my behavior and they are not giving me any leeway with my misbehavior. Ms. Kane made it very clear that I am never allowed to mock Her or allowed to show any type of disrespect to Her or my Wife. Needless to say I offered a very sincere apology to both of them admitting that my behavior was out of line and I never should have disrespected them as I did. I left a comment to Angel on her last entry to Dana’s website suggesting we should try to go six months before either of us got in trouble with Ms. Kane again. Well I think I made it a week before I found myself in trouble with Ms. Kane. However, once these indiscretions were resolved we were back on good terms and once again enjoying our time together.

Back in March when I first emailed Ms. Kane, I never dreamed our relationship with Ms. Kane would develop the way it has. I certainly never expected that my Wife would call on Her again to help Her administer a well-earned punishment. I never anticipated I would be held accountable by two strong dominate women who have no issues whatsoever in administering discipline and holding me to a much higher standard of behavior than I have exhibited in the past. I 22never in my wildest dreams ever thought I would not only have a Wonderful Wife as my HoH but also have a Professional Disciplinarian to whom I would have to give an account to and be responsible to. To my Wonderful Wife thank you for loving me, accepting me with all my faults, accepting my spanking desires and for being my HoH. To Ms. Kane thank you for caring the way you do and expecting more from me than I expect from myself. Thank you for
not being afraid of calling me on the carpet and not letting me get away with hiding bad behavior.


Sincerely a Very Sore VBB

Video: A Couple more F/F Scenes for Discipline Academy

Not only am I always happy to do a little video for my Discipline Academy friends, but it is never hard to convince me that Angel needs punishing.


Here are a couple clips/links to DA's clips4sale store:

In this clip, Angel is receiving just punishment for breaking the dress code in nearly every possible way.

In the second video, Ms Mona Rogers and I are forced to take strong measures...

'It's Not Always What You Think' : Original Spanking Stories

Readers, enjoy 'It's Not Always What You Think' - an excellent entry to the 'My Birthday Spanking' story contest. I think you'll like the *slant* as much as I did.


- Dana

*****

It’s Not Always What You Think

“Tonight is going to be it,” I thought excitedly, looking at my friends around the table “my very first spanking!” My wonderful collection of friends were joyful, laughing and talking like the eccentric, motley crew they were, gathered to celebrate my birthday with me. The seat next to me was empty, awaiting Michael, my wonderful new beau. Soon he would arrive, the party would wind down, and then he would take me home for my first real spanking. We’d been flirting about this for weeks now, the slow delicious build up of an incipient relationship. I was finally becoming comfortable with what I wanted from a man, after years and years of embarrassment and denial. For as long as I could remember, I’d longed for a man to take control of me, to put me over his knee and let me know I was safe and accountable. Tonight was the night!

Part of what had drawn me to Michael was his aura of sexual knowledge and mastery. When we’d started talking, he’d known SO MUCH! My head spun with each new detail. Doms, subs, spanking techniques, exquisite torture… he teased me with the promise of future experiences, then taught me submission by making me wait.  Tonight, my birthday, I was so overwhelmed with expectation and longing, I could barely sit still in my chair.

The evening was almost over but Michael still hadn’t arrived. He’d done this before and each time I was more on edge. He was later than usual tonight. As the party trudged on, and I grew more and more brittle inside, my best friend Donna poked me in the side.

“Stop that! Quit looking at the door. Be present.” Donna and her girlfriend Helen were my inner circle. Donna was my roommate in college. We’d been sister/friends ever since. When Helen came along, and she was just so damned perfect for Donna, there was nothing I could do but add her to my short list of people I love. Donna and Helen have had my back, and I theirs for so many years it’s second nature. When I finally blurted out, in an unguarded, drunken moment during a teary heart-to-heart, what I REALLY wanted from a man, after years of unsuccessful dating, Donna had taken it more in stride than I had, and became my “go to” person for fetish knowledge. Now, as the dinner wound down to a close, she slipped an envelope into my hand. “Open this at home, and use it as you see fit. You won’t be disappointed.”

Just as she did, the waitress wove her way between the tight tables to come to my side. “You just got a message on the landline. Michael Oscar says he’s been calling your cell but isn’t getting through. He’s not going to be able to make it.” She smiled companionably. “I guess he’s too caught up with his New Girl to make it out for ‘just friends’.

The world took an ugly jolt. “I beg your pardon?” I felt lightheaded but strangely calm. I’d never seen this girl before. She couldn’t possibly know my boyfriend. She balanced on her toes, holding her drink tray to her chest. “Michael Oscar, who works IT at the lab, right? He’s seeing one of the waitresses over at Dirty Dogs’. I hear they’re into some wild stuff, those two. And a weekend night off is a rare thing in waitress-world. It’s usually only Mondays.” She winked. “You know, we hear everything on the waitress- grapevine.” Her message delivered, she spun away, easing through the tables like a dancer.

I sat still, frozen but frantic, and reviewed everything I thought I knew. Michael had never taken me to Dirty Dogs’. He said he couldn’t stand the atmosphere. He was never available on Mondays, and in fact, usually saw me at the last moment, and at home, or a local neighborhood bistro. I had once commented that we could venture out in public more, but he had said he knew I was an introvert, and he preferred our quiet time together. As I thought it all through in my head, the many, tiny red flags I’d ignored coalesced into one giant “You Big Dummy” flag. My heart felt as if it would burst onto the floor right then and there, but of course, Donna and Helen didn’t let it happen. Donna bustled me up, gracefully ending the party. She and Helen got me home, and nestled into bed surrounded by my shiny, new presents. She set my card against the bedside lamp, made me a cup of tea, started a favorite mushy movie on the DVD player, kissed me on the top of my head and left me to my thoughts. 

After a good hard, cry, I checked my cell for messages (none from him, but who was looking anyway), then opened my card from Donna and Helen. Inside was a beautifully designed gift certificate for one session with the “Divine Dana Kane.” Across the bottom was a web address. On the back was a handwritten note “Here’s hoping your experiences live up to your highest expectations. We’re sure this one will. Much love, Donna & Helen.” 

Curious, and desperate not to think about Michael and the huge tornado that was slowly forming in my chest, I pulled my laptop off the bedside table. Her site came up quickly. I spent the next few hours poring over every single page. Some sent chills through me. Some made me so hot I had to get up to walk around. But the sum of the many parts left every nerve ending in my body awake and tingly. Even more, I suddenly had a whole host of possibilities buzzing around in my head.

Sunday, when Michael called, I was relieved to hear from him. But now I was listening with, as my second grade teacher used to say “my big girl ears on.”  He was so sorry to have missed my dinner. (Uh huh.) He had to work late on Monday so Monday wouldn’t be good. (Right, makes sense.) We could meet for lunch on Wednesday. (Not good for me. In the past I would have changed my plans. Not now, however.) He owed me a birthday present, he teased, and he would do whatever I wanted. What. ever. I. wanted, he emphasized. I played up how incredibly busy I would be at work this week. The less available I seemed, the more anxious to get together Michael became. Interesting.  His hardcore flirting still made my knees weak, but I found I was sifting it for content, and finding it thin. Michael, I realized, was a disappointer, a flirt who flirted until he thought he’d caught you, then slowly backed away.

At his insistence we met for coffee before work Thursday morning, but by then I had watched he and his new flirt-ette as they left the Dirty Dog together after her shift on Tuesday. I could tell by his body language that he was playing her too. Good to know. We made a date to get together for lunch on Saturday. And I set to work on my plans.

Saturday was a lovely day. I wore a particularly fetching outfit, a low cut corset-style blouse and a soft, flowing skirt over boots. I’m not the woman your eye goes to immediately but I can look good, and I did. Michael was particularly complimentary, and began hinting about “making up for lost time” after we ran the few errands I needed to do before lunch. He hated that I wanted to take my car but I reasoned that one of my errands was to pick up a car part. Better to have it than not. Our first errand was for my dry cleaning.  The second was to a lovely house, in a well-to-do neighborhood. 

“Good morning,” I said to the imposing woman who answered the door. She let us in with an impersonal air, looked us over and led us into a parlor that obviously served as a waiting room of sorts. Michael paced around curiously. I sat demurely in a chair, watching him evaluate.

“Nice place,” he said grudgingly. “What are we doing here?”

“It’s the birthday present you owe me” I said “and a going away present of sorts.” I tried to keep the triumph out of my voice. A door opened down the hall and I could hear the fast rat-a-tat of high heels heading firmly toward us. “This should be quick and painless” I smiled to him “at least for me. Michael, I’d like you to meet Ms. Dana Kane. You’ll do exactly as she says.”

As he followed her down the hall, as I gathered up my car keys and headed for the door, I thought of him finding his way home later with what Ms. Kane promised would be a very sore bottom, and of the video she’d promised to send me. It was a very good birthday spanking indeed.

Zoe: A note from the Contest Winner's Wife

Dear Dana,

I wanted to thank you again for the opportunity to spend such an enjoyable afternoon of spanking with you. I wanted to write, not just to say thanks, but also to give voice to the experience of a wife (me) who is often less enthusiastic about spanking than the man she is married to. Our session with you was a happy reminder of the fun that can be had with spanking despite my occasional ambivalence towards it. Spending the afternoon with you and my husband was a thrilling and exhilarating high, filled with risks and adventures (I have never spanked him with anyone else before!) I highly recommend it for any wife, partner, girlfriend, or boyfriend who has ever started to find the ritual of weekly partner spankings to be a chore... it was a fantastic opportunity to remind myself that I can enjoy it for myself, and on my own terms. 

Looking forward to seeing you again soon!

Zoe

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Zoe,


The pleasure was mine. Tim's story was so well-imagined that it was likely I would enjoy his company, but you were a delightful bonus! Beautiful and skilled - you are a formidable disciplinarian.
I will look forward with much anticipation to the opportunity to play with you two again.


- Dana
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Readers,


THIS is why I hold the writing contests. Every single one has led to my meeting and playing with someone who I find interesting and intelligent. It's not just about the stories...it's also about the storytellers.


- Dana

'Happy Birthday Greg Thornton!' : F/M Spanking Stories

The 'My Birthday Spanking' story contest was a lot of fun, and it looks like the entrants enjoyed themselves, too. The author of 'Happy Birthday Greg Thornton' is yet another example of the wonderful readers and contributors of this blog. Thank you again.


- Dana

*****

Happy Birthday Greg Thornton!

Greg Thornton was in a funk.  His girl friend of two year’s, Ashley Finney, unceremoniously dumped him two months earlier.  She told him she just couldn’t wait any longer for him to grow up.  Although Greg had a good paying job the last five years with Kramer Internet Marketing he still lived with his parents, had no savings and blew his time and money with daily visits to the corner pub and monthly junkets with his college friends to Vegas.  The poor boy was clueless and was completely taken off guard when Ashley dressed him down on a Friday evening after he showed up drunk and two hours late for a date.

His work suffered more than usual.  He showed up late about twice a week since his misfortune.  He missed a meeting with his boss the week before and a client got so fed up with him they requested a change in the personnel handling their account.  Greg was ordered to report to his boss’ office where they would review his performance.  How could I have let things get to this point he thought?  I use to be someone; star running back on my High School Football team, Class President, Dean’s List and Cum Laude graduate from the University.  The proudest day of my life was when I got my dream job at the age of 25 as a Junior Account Executive at Kramer internet.  Now I’m on the verge of getting fired.  

Greg’s visits to his bosses office were usually the same.  His boss Marybeth Bennett would tell him his strengths; his charm, his easy going manner, his skill when he was motivated and his intelligence.  Then would come a discussion of his tribulations at work; showing up late, hung over, not returning calls to clients and his bad attitude.  Greg would apologize and promise to do better.  Marybeth Bennett was a beautiful woman, raven black hair, hour glass figure, pouty lips and piercing blue eyes.  At 35 she was only about five years older than Greg, but was more of a Mother figure than a boss or contemporary.  She coddled Greg, not due to any romantic designs but because she saw the potential he was wasting.

This trip on Tuesday morning to Ms. Bennett’s office was different.  She asked Greg what was wrong, he had never been a model employee but the past eight weeks had been intolerable.  The next slip up would result in a suspension and the one after, his dismissal.  Greg saw the disappointment in his boss’ eyes and opened up.  He explained about getting dumped, for no good reason!  He felt like he was in a rut, he tried to work hard, but never got promoted, he was coming up on his 30^th birthday that Friday and he thought his life so far was a big waste.  Marybeth had enough of Greg’s wallowing.  “What do you expect the poor girl to do, wait until she’s 40 for you to grow up and move out of your parent’s home?  As far as work is concerned, how can you expect to get promoted?  Even when your work is good you have an infraction at least once a month.  If I asked Ms. Kramer to promote you I’d be fired on the spot for incompetence.”  With that she dismissed Greg from her office.

Greg took his talk to heart, for the first time he actually thought about his life through the eyes of others.  He was a pretty horrible boy friend, always taking Ashley for granted.  He never realized that Ms. Bennett could get into trouble with Ms. Kramer for covering for him.  He resolved to lay low at least for a while until all of this blew over.


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Photo: The VBB...three weeks later

It seems as though the VBB's indestructible bottom was finally given a run for it's money.

This photo, sent along by him and his Wonderful Wife, shows remnants of cane tip strikes, and a few dark abrasions...three weeks after our last meeting. (I also detect some much more recent reddening, no doubt the result of the WW's well-practiced swing.)

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We'll be getting together again very soon. Lucky for him, he's no longer in trouble. 

- Dana

F/M Spanking Stories: 'My Birthday Spanking' entry

This entry from another great friend and fellow spanking enthusiast (a non-contestant in the 'My Birthday Spanking' contest   due to our friendship) is well-penned and really quite funny.  Thanks again to my wonderful buddies who take the time and imagination to enter their works - you're the best.
Enjoy!


- Dana

*****

Out and about at the electronic store that I oh so loved. The newest iPhone had just been released and I was determined to get it no matter I had to do to get it.

I had tried desperately every which way to get the money together to purchase the phone. I begged, tried to borrow even barter. All to no avail. Hours went by, then days, then weeks. My sister and her husband had just gotten the same phone. MY sister who knew absolutely nothing about technology. MY sister who didn't understand the importance of the A5 processor, or the built in 8mega-pixel camera. MY sister who only got the damn thing cause it came in white! I was outraged, disgusted, and just down right fed up!

It was my day off from work. I counted my money as I did just several hours earlier before bed, hoping that some how the my cash flow had increased while I slept. Adding the disappointment was the dream I had in which I had miracluously found more money waiting for me when I recounted. In reality I was still close to fifty dollars short. With my hopes dashed again I decided I would get this phone today no matter what. Nothing was going to stop me. I was going to right this wrong that fate had done to me. The iPhone would be mine today oh yes it would be mine.

I arrived at the store plotting my move. Not only was I about to teach everyone that I always get what I want but I was going to teach this store that not allowing someone to purchase it for me from another state, and having me pick it up, was complete and utter bull***t. I'll show them to deny me of my technological rights!

I scoped the place out. Cameras were everywhere. I had to be quick, and I may even have to run. The only comforting sight was the one security guard who was so fat he looked like he'd have a heart attack chasing after me faster then I would running from him. I walked to the cell phone isle and there I saw it. Locked behind a gate. This just became more trickier then I had planned. I took my book bag off my back and opened it fumbling around in it like I was looking for something. Looked around again. I debated if this would work. I considered abandoning the mission. Then I thought about all the injustices that had been done to me. My sister, the technological ***, the store not allowing an online purchase and in-store pickup, no no no, failure was not an option. Kneeling down still fumbling I reached pulled the gate that was being held together by a chain. I reached in and grabbed an iPhone box. I let it go so as not to draw suspicion.

I glanced around and realized no one had seen this. I was amazed. I reached in again and pulled out the box and placed it in my bag. I reached in again and looked up noticing a woman looking at me. I pulled my arm out making it seem as if I was just shuffling the products behind the cage around. Slick on my part I thought. No one in the store had seen me. If they did and I ran they couldn't pursue me this much I knew from my retail days.

I continued about the store. I looked as if I was browsing other items. I would ocassionally reach in my bag and pull out the sales flyer looking as if I was browsing for a good sale. What I was secretly doing was using the knife in my bag to cut off the alarm attached to the box. I reached in again after the alarm wire snapped and quietly tore apart the box. I reached inside again when suddenly someone came up from behind me.

Damnit! It was the oversized guard. He asked me to come with him. I followed as he took me upstairs. He didn't say anything to me suddenly to my amazement I saw my arm behind the cage shuffling the boxes. The camera must have been rotating and actually missed me jacking the iPhone.

"Can I leave now?" I asked the guard.

"Sir can you open your bag."

"Absolutely not, I know my rights and you can't force me to open my bag. So if you don't mind I'll be going now." I attempted to walk out with my head down and walked right into the big man's gut.

"Sir, if you don't open your bag I'm going to have to call the cops. They can and will force you to open that bag."

I made an attempt to try to run passed the big man but got caught between his stomach and the doorway. The man didn't even budge. I was beginning to panic. My retail experience had taught me cops really could force me to open the bag, in which case I'd be screwed. I'd end up with no iPhone and a rap sheet. I began to think, maybe a little too quickly because the room was starting to spin. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The big man opened it and was surprised to see a tall woman with dark jet black short hair standing in front of him.

"Excuse me sir, may I have a word with you."

The man stepped outside. I figured one of two things was about to happen. This woman was going to rat me out or save my a**. The door reopened and to my surprise the woman walked in and asked me to have a seat.

"It appears we have a problem young man." she said.

"The only problem I have is my civil rights are being violated! LET ME OUTTA HERE!" I began screaming loudly.

"Young man you better quit your bi***in. The problem we have is that I was really looking forward to buying that iPhone I saw you steal." she said.

"You didn't see s**t." I angerily replied.

"Now is that any way to speak to a lady? Would you like me to help keep you out of jail or not?"

I looked at her not really believing what I had just heard.

"You give me the iPhone that's in your bag and I will teach you not to steal. You see it's my birthday and I'm not looking to be here all day so just hand it over and we'll be on our way."

"Happy birthday miss..." she cut in to announce her name.

"Dana Kane."

"Ms. Kane but absolutely not. I've earned this iPhone."

"Ok then I'll just go tell Biggie Smalls out there to just a head and call the police."

Suddenly panic struck again, perhaps this was a sign. Maybe this woman was meant to be in the store today to keep me from going to jail.

"Fine, give me the lesson and I will give up the phone."

She flashed a devilish smile.

"Now we're talkin. Come over here."

I walked over to her as she tapped her lap. I was caught by surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget now come across my lap." she said.

"What exactly are you going to do?" I asked dumbly kind of already knowing the answer.

"I'm going to spank you. Naughty boys who like to steal need a firm hand to show them the errors of their ways."

I couldn't believe what she had just said. I hadn't been spanked since I was a little boy. Here was this complete stranger who was offering to spank me to keep me out of jail, and she wanted the phone I so desperately wanted. This was all wrong.

"I'm not going to ask you again young man." she said sternly.

Surely this had to be some sort of joke. If it was everyone involved was doing a good job at concealing it.

I finally and hesitently laid across her lap. I felt her hands sliding my pants down and quickly shot back up.

"Uh, what the heck do you think you're doing?" I asked.

She sighed with frustration.

"Well I'm not really going to get my point across by spanking you with your pants up. Now come on I haven't got all day, I'm going to miss my birthday cake."

I again hesitently laid across her lap. She pulled my pants down and began running her hands over my exposed cheeks. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. The feel of her hands was some what comforting and soothing, right before her hand slammed into my left butt cheek. A sudden sting came across my butt. I could feel the heat resonating from the spot she had just assaulted. I couldn't believe I was allowing this to happen all for a stupid phone. I kept my left hand gripped tightly on my shirt. The slaps came faster and harder and more steady.

I heard the security guard talking outside the door. I also heard another female voice. This voice I recognized.

"Just tell me where my friend is!" She screamed.

"I'll show you." The guard replied.

How mortifying, here I was being spanked by this complete stranger and now my good friend Angel Smith was watching it all unfold.

"Young lady please close the door behind you." Dana said without missing one slap.

Angel looked horrified.

Suddenly the man spoke again "We think she was an accomplice to his theft."

"WHAT!?! NO!"

"I'm not goingto have to ask you again to close that door am I?" Dana replied.

The guard closed the door leaving Angel and I alone with this woman. My ass was now on fire and I wasn't sure when she was going to stop. Just as I thought that she did.

"What's your name young lady?" Dana asked.

"Uh..Angel...Angel Smith."

"Well Angel Smith don't just stand there drop those drawers and get on your hands and knees."

"For what?!?" Angel asked in protest.

"Well hell, if he's gettin a spankin for stealin, and you're helpin him that makes you guilty by association."

"WHAT!!" Angel yelled.

"Kevin, what the hell did you get us into!" Angel screamed at me.

"This was your idea I just followed your plan." which was a blatant lie, I really just needed Angel for the ride.

"Thats bullshit! Whoever you are...he's lying I was just driving him here."

At this point I was on my hand and knees only because it really hurt to sit down. If I was going down Angel was coming with me.

"Oh yeah, you didn't want that iPod charger?" I blurted out. Angel's face turned beat red. I wasn't sure if it was from fear that I had just ratted her out or that I had gotten her in trouble, AGAIN. It wasn't the first time Angel and I had gotten into hot water, and it probably wouldn't be the last. The two of us together knew how to make life hell for those around us.

"You sonofa!" Angel yelled before being interupted.

"Both of you quit your whinin. Angel get on your hands and knees or I will walk out of here and let the cops deal with you both. I have a birthday cake waiting for me, and an iPhone."

Angel got down really slow. She shot me a look that would have killed me if looks could kill. Dana began to lower Angel's pants slowly. I watched as Angel closed her eyes in a moment of pleasure. I watch intently what was coming next. Sudden the sound of a loud slap echoed throughout the room. Angel took a deep breath in but appeared to have a hard time letting it out. I chuckled which drew the attention back to me.

There we were side by side with our pants down, and this woman who we've never met in between us spanking our asses in unison. I gripped my left shirt arm tightly almost to ease the pain. Angel's screams were getting louder as her a** was turning all different shades of red. I could tell she was having a hard time taking this, much harder then I was. So I decided to speak up.

"Let us leave first and you can have the phone I promise." I said.

"Oh sweetness, I'm going to have that phone now you hush and take your punishment. You two are bad news. I had to take time out of my birthday to come and discipline you little brats. I should be home eating cake right now but instead I'm workin up a sweat tearin up your hides."

"Look, Ms. Kane, I'm sorry just lets us go and I promise we'll never do this again." the pain was starting to become overwhelming for me too.

"I didn't do anything!!!" Angel protested.

Our words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Dana just ignored us and continued. Finally she stopped. I heard Angel catching her breath. I was also trying to regain the composure I lost.

"Stand up both of you." we quickly jumped to our feet. Angel went to pull up her pants, I was rubbing my butt with my hands however the touch was so hot and painful I really couldn't.

"Turn and look at each other." we did and were both shocked at how red our backsides were.

"You never know when there might be someone like me in stores. I suggest its in your best interest to behave from now on and keep your grubby little hands off of items you didn't pay for." she said.

"You're both dismissed." Angel and I picked up our drawers and I went to reach for my bag.

"That stays with me young man!" I put my head down and followed Angel who had already headed for the door.

Dana exited the room and called the security guard back in. As Angel and I emerged from the store we were both still in shock.

"I can't friggin believe you blamed me for this!" She said.

"Oh be quiet will ya!" I reached in my right pocket and pulled out a small package and tossed it to her.

"Oh my! You got the charger!" her face lit up like a kid on christmas. It had been sometime since poor Angel had been able to use her iPod. I reached in my left pocket and pulled out a square piece of plastic. I tossed it to Angel who's face lit up even more. She ran over and hugged me tightly. It was the brand new Lady Gaga album. Seeing Angel happy like that made it all worth it.

The security guard and Ms. Dana opened the bag and pulled out the box. They went through the contents. Their eyes lit up looking fierce.

"Why that little sonofa!" Dana yelled.

As Angel and I walked to the car I noticed she looked a bit sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She lifted her head and looked really unhappy.

"I'm glad you or I didn't go to jail and all, but I feel bad that you went through all that and came out with nothing. I know how bad you wanted that phone."

Back in the security room Dana, and the security guard were stunned as they stared into the iPhone box that held the iPod earphone, an iPod charger cable and surprisingly a Blackberry Curve.

As we drove off I unclenched my left hand and slid a brand spanking new iPhone out of my long sleeve.

"It wasn't a total loss, I have iPod cables at home. Like I always say Angel...I always get what I want!"

THE END