A prize spanking from Dana
By UK Laureate
I’m writing this post as a tribute and thanks to Dana following my session with her during her visit to London, and to share my experience with the readers and followers of her wonderful blog.
For the record, I discovered Dana’s blog last May and immediately sensed that I’d discovered someone special. Just how special I quickly learnt as she sent a lovely reply to my message, and invited me to send in some writings. I began entering her contests and she was kind enough to publish various stories & poems. Over the months, reading her blog and watching her videos it felt as though I was really getting to know her - her humour, generosity and genuineness just shone through. When I spoke to her by phone the day before she left for London - the first time we had spoken - she said to me that she felt she knew me already through our correspondence, echoing my own feelings. She also said she was looking forward to flipping me over her knee! The day arrived, and I set off for my appointment, both excited and a tad nervous about meeting her for real. Readers, as some of you will know already, she is even more wonderful in person.
Her kindness in awarding me the prize for my entry to her Bedtime Story contest, which finished with that play on words about Bear bottom spankings, left me in no doubt about what to expect. What an exquisite spanker she is! Not only do her smacks range from gentle to extremely hard, she covered every inch, nay, every centimetre, of my bottom with her hand. You know that advert, “reaches the parts other beers cannot reach”? Well, Dana is the spanker who reaches parts of the bottom other spankers cannot (or do not) reach! Of course all the time she was commenting, making the cute remarks that are her unique trademark, and the hands that spank were also used so skilfully to stroke, massage, soothe and tease - until she was ready to increase the heat again.
As thanks for her generosity, three of the items I gave her were a riding crop from Harrods, a Loopy Johnny from London Tanners, and a leather finger ruler from Quality Control. For US readers, Harrods is a large store in an upmarket area of London, somewhat akin to Bloomingdales in New York. I thought something from there was a suitable momento of London. I’d read some time back of her liking for London Tanners products - and for her visit to London I guess that was appropriate too!. Of course I knew that giving such gifts was dangerous, in that she’d want to try them out immediately - and that Loopy Johnny looked an evil beast! I was not wrong, on either count. The items were soon put to use on my backside, already delightfully sore from the spanking, and by the time the ruler, crop and LJ had done their work I was positively glowing. She also treated me to some swats with a small rattan rug-beater and a similar Delrin version from Cane-iac; if you’ve not felt the latter, take it from me, it’s fierce, and leaves its mark!
However, the session was not finished. In my stories and writings I’ve not made secret of the fact that the rattan cane is my particular fetish. In many ways it is the quintessential English cp instrument, so when in London .... Dana did not disappoint. She had a selection of canes with her and soon demonstrated her outstanding prowess in using them. First she used a two-rod spray-cane “for a gentle warm-up”, followed by a further warm up with a thin-ish whippy rattan. Our playtime finished with me bending over to receive a stouter rod. She acknowledged that we English were raised on “six of the best” but insisted that US people work only on the decimal system, so it was 10 strokes, spaced at varying intervals. Dana surprised and delighted me by delivering numbers 4, 5 & 6 in rapid succession, machine-gun style, something that always takes me to a higher plane. Then the final four, delivered full-force but with ample time to recover between each stroke. The ‘end result’ can be viewed below.
Afterwards we talked a bit more until it was time for me to depart. Time goes so quickly when you’re having fun, and who could fail to have fun in Dana’s company? She told me it would amuse her to think of my sore bottom sitting on the train seat. In truth, the padded seats of the London Underground trains were quite comfortable but in central London I stopped to rest on a concrete bench-seat and definitely sat down too quickly - acute awareness of my rear-end came sharply to mind! And for the rest of the day, and beyond, I enjoyed that wonderful warm glow and the endorphin-induced high that only we spankophiles are privileged to know. It’s three days later now, I can still feel the after-effects of Dana’s hand and toys, and I still haven’t come fully down to earth.
I’m not a great lover of ‘management-speak’ but the phrase ‘win-win situation’ is just so apt for my spanking prize. I was treated to the warmest of welcomes and friendly conversation, my bottom was treated to Dana’s amazing skills, and my pleasure was all the greater because it was clear from her words and actions that Dana too was enjoying herself. That is the essence of a perfect play-session. To cap it all, this most wonderful lady also told me that she is hoping to come back to London later in the year, just as I have hopes of making it to Vegas at some future date. The thought that we can do it all again is music to my brain. Meanwhile, this chair is quite hard and I think I’ve been sitting on it a bit too long .....!