Tuesday 22 October 2013

And this Saturday? The Midland Spanking Party!

So, first of all, a few words of apology. I haven't written, I haven't called. You couldn't follow me in the news.

Sightings of me have been about as common as those of a rational politician.

I can give you a list of excuses, talk about health issues, family problems, money matters and other sundry shit, but honestly, why bother? I was gone. Now I'm back. And I'm sorry for anyone who has missed reading these mildly maddening meanderings.

So then, just a few words about my weekend plans.

Some of the lovely people over on the British Spanking Community periodically arrange meetings of 60 or so like-minded people, and this Saturday the next one occurs. It's been organised by the wonderful Winks, and long time readers may remember the two part description of my session with her from a couple of years ago.

There's a buffet, soft drinks and, this time, a demonstration by the London Tanner. There's a chance to talk to others who enjoy this thing that fucks with our minds, and chance for willing partners to indulge in a little play.

Of course should the opportunity arise I'd love to play, and going as a switch I hope to double my chances; any female, any activity. However this isn't the main reason that I've decided to attend. The best reason to go is to interact with others who think as I do, in actual person.

Don't get me wrong. I love the dialogue I have had in the past with spanking participators through this blog, and on those of others. Some of you have continued these discussions by email, which is great fun.

It's just, face to face is better.

Hmm, sounds like a lesson for the internet generation. Because, as Billy sings:-

"You can be active with the activists,
Or sleeping with the media."

Which isn't really relevant, but I love the chance to recommend Mr Bragg to anyone who will listen.

So, in the unlikely event that any of  my readers are attending the party in North Birmingham, please drop me a line. I'd love to meet and chat with you. Or anything else.

I'll really try to get back to you with another post soon; I've set myself the goal of at least weekly posts, and I owe a couple that I promised when last I wandered through here.

In particular I'd love to entertain you with an account of the party (no names mentioned of course) and there are other fun things ahead, I'm sure.

See you in the funny pages. Well, here, where I get to imagine that I'm funny.

All the best


Oh, sorry, no pictures this time. But there will be some in the next few posts. I expect.

Friday 28 June 2013

The benefits of Pandora Blake

No, before anyone gets carried away, I'm not referring to any social security claims that Pandora may have made. I have no knowledge of such things, and, even if I did, it would be none of my business, or yours either.

No, the benefits I'm referring to are those that accrue to my blog every time that I mention Pandora in the title of a post; to wit, increased page views.

Simple statement of fact; each time that I use Pandora's name in the heading of a blog post my hits increase by roughly 50 percent.

It happened last week, when I blogged about Pandora's new free site, Darker Dreams (and yes, that is a plug; it seems to be the least that I can do since I appropriated the pretty pictures that adorn this post from her delightful main site, Dreams of Spanking). Page views were over 1000 for the first time since my unheralded return.

This post then is by way of being a very small experiment. Put Pandora in the title. Scribble a few idle thoughts. Jazz things up with some arousing pictures. Sit back and count the page views.

I will report back as soon as I can draw any conclusions.

I wonder what other buzzwords (or would buzznames be a more apt description?) would increase my numbers? I could consult the search terms most commonly used to reach my blog, and check out which older posts still get most viewings - there are a few that, if I charged for admission, would have put my kids through college. Or, at least, my cat in the cattery next time I have a long weekend away.

This is dangerously close to exciting.

I might even host a poll, so that many of you can be involved by ignoring it. "If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice" as Rush used to sing. And probably still do, if they ever play that song live now.

Well, there we are then. A scientific experiment of real merit/

Or not.

But another blog post completed, either way.

All the best


Thursday 27 June 2013

A pretty half-assed apology

Well, lick my dick and call me a lollipop. I've just noticed that I've been neglecting my blog for the last few days.

Okay, okay. It wasn't really a surprise to me. I knew that I hadn't been here as much as I should.

It's just been a pretty busy week, one way and another, although I've still managed to walk at least 10 kilometres a day. Plus general milling around of course.

My spare time has been used working on a new returning hobby (yes, I know that's a very muddled phrase); I've started writing again!


After nearly a year with no new spanking stories my energies have been restored, primarily by my interview with Rollin and our correspondence that led to it.

I find that I'm bursting with ideas, and I come back from each walk with new ones.

I have a list of ten viable ideas, all of which excite me to the extent that I'm working on planning them out.

I have three fully plotted, and I've started actually writing the first one (which goes by the title of "Camp Fire Tales").

One thing I've found; writing is a muscle. It gets much harder to do it when I'm rusty. At my peak I can pump out easily in excess of 1000 words per hour, and most of them are pretty decent ones. Last night I slaved for nearly 2 hours to get out 650 words, although there were some bits that I was really pleased with.

It'll get easier as I write more; I quite like the idea that, while I'm stretching my body with my new interest in walking as exercise, I'm also stretching my mind.

Give it a month or two and you won't recognise me!

Uh. Of course only about 2 of you would recognise me anyway. (Hi you two. You know who you are!)

I promise to get the website review that I mentioned a few days ago up by Saturday at the latest, and I'll get questions out to the 2 pending interviewees as well (if you're reading this, I'm sorry for the delay).

So there you go.

Now we're all up to date, and I can go back to this damn story. We've just met Hiram (who isn't at all what you'll think he is), and he's about to stumble across our protaganists. Can't wait!

All the best


Sorry, no pictures today. No time to go and find them, I'm afraid, and I don't want to keep leaching off The Cameraman. There'll be some next time though.

Monday 24 June 2013

What the smart pervert is reading. This week.

No, I don't really think spanking is a perversion. I like to think of it as a kink.

So how do I define kink? If it's outside of the mainstream and I like it then it's a kink. if it's not my thing it's a perversion.

Spanking, of course, is very much my thing.

You have a different definition? That's fine. You can tell me all about it. On your own blog.

(Okay, you can tell me here in the comments section. These comment boxes are getting rusty from disuse. And here I am, all out of WD40 to clean them up. It's almost your duty to help them stay functional and attractive with a well thought out and provocative comment).

Soaring back across the blogosphere as I launch myself back in the vague direction of the point of this post (you can almost hear the whoosh if you listen closely), you might mistake me for the Man of Steel himself (who says these posts have no relevance to current affairs?).

I've been a bit intrigued by the most popular posts on my blog; of course, thanks to me good mate Chross the Rollin Hand interview is the biggee, but there are a number of older posts getting quite a bit of traffic, given their age.

My interview with the delightful Leia-Ann picked up something like 100 views last week, and that was posted in February 2012 (go on, check it out it you haven't read it before - it still reads as a decent interview in my humble and oh so self effacing opinion).

Also very popular is the short post "This Year's Model Belinda Lawson" from January 2012, with 78 page views.

Quite pleasingly (to me at least) the story of my very first spanking session with the fabulous Winks has over 70 reads last week too.

A couple of the website reviews regularly get decent page view numbers; Firm Hand Spanking, Dreams of Spanking and Real Life Spanking are in the 30 to 50 view range this week.

The recent posts always get (on a daily basis) around 50 views, with any post that mentions Pandora in the title particularly successful. I have a post prepared about that; look for it later this week.

A number of the opinion posts do pretty well too, which I find odd, as even I don't want to be reminded of my opinions from last year. Well, most of the time.

So what conclusions can we draw from all of this wonderment? Uh, not a one, so far as I can see. I always knew that people liked the reviews, if only for the pretty piccies that are included, and the model stuff is going to attract fans of anyone that I name.

Still, pretty easy post. Next we have a new website review, and I have a brief spanking superstar interview more or less ready to go, and I'm working on other stuff too.

I hope that I can keep you interested.

All the best


All pictures taken from Spanking Veronica Works (and yes, that is a hint as to the subject of the next couple of posts!)

Thursday 20 June 2013

Just walking in the rain....

And thinking.

Shit. That's a bad habit. We don't want none of that round 'ere.

The thinking bit, obviously.

Still. Sit down. Take a deep breath. Take a good firm hold onto something permanent like. This one may be a little controversial.

Well then, where to begin.

I've been doing a fair bit of walking for fitness (9 kilometres yesterday - I would give you that in miles but my pedometer only does metric). Wasn't bothered today 'cos it's pretty dreary and damp out, but I needed cream for my coffee, and I had some frustrations to walk off.

So, out the door. Ipod in my ears - the great Clash album "London Calling", one of my all time faves. 4 minutes out and the rain comes. Not worth going back, as I was wet in moments. The only option then is to carry on; bought a pot of cream (disappointed sneer from shop owner who seemed to feel that an 83p purchase was a waste of his time - probably right), and kept walking.

My feet were pumping along to the beat in my ears but my mind wandered; I've listened to this album so many times over the last 30 years that I can actually hear it without being connected to a music source.

Left free to fly on fancies unconnected with reality, a thought struck me, like a crossbow bolt between the eyes; I rocked back on my heels, and stood, mouth agape.

I startled a small boy, who kicked a dog in protest. The dog yelped and pissed on a traffic warden. Obviously a worth while thought just for that.

A moment of genuine idealogical inspiration though.

I don't like female tops.

Now, as any of you who are regular visitors will know, I have no problem with girl on girl spanking. In fact, in so far as videos go, I could make a case for it being the most satisfying subset of our spanky fun time. You see both attractive bottoms (in every sense of the word) and tops.

I can't say that I have no problems with male tops, but, where I do, it's for an entirely different reason. I find them too arrogant, and paternalistic, and, I must confess, I get a bit jealous of the lucky fuckers! Getting to smack all of those attractive bottoms.

Still, there are male spankers that I like; David Pierson, Tom Cameron, The Cameraman and Mike the Dutchman amongst them.

Female tops though. Nah. Not a one.

I do like female switches. I have sessioned with female switches, and consider them the best of both worlds. Fun to spank, and fun to be spanked by.

This isn't limited to ladies that I have met. All of the many switching spankers out in video land are fine. I would list some of them, but there are far too many really, and I'd miss out someone who reads the blog, or a favourite of a blog reader or something.

Can't afford to offend the punters. Unless I really want to.

Anyway, list of switches. Not going to happen; if you come here often you'll have a good idea of who they are. My "Yearning" post would certainly give you an idea of some of them.

No. I'm going to concentrate on 2 particular ladies who give me the pip (yes, I'm English. Fucking deal with it, why don't you!).

They are, in no particular order (and they aren't the only two anyway) Veronica Bound of Punished Brats and Dana Kane.

There are lots of videos featuring these two ladies, and they both seem to be extremely effective disciplinarians. I've only seen Veronica spank girls, but she does it firmly and thoroughly, whilst Dana is clearly a mistress at reddening the bottoms of both men and women.

They are good at their jobs.

So why do I dislike them? Go on, I bet you've worked it out. Let's all line up and say it in authentic three party harmony.

They have nice bottoms and I want to see them spanked!

I love scenarios where the spanker becomes the spanked, and, going in, with these two ladies (and quite a few more) you know this is not going to happen.

Dana in particular is stunning; watching her snuggly clad bottom move as she administers the paddle or cane to a defenseless miscreant is breathtaking.

I want to see her over someone's knee! I'm not picky; male, female or indeterminate. Just get spanked already!

I know it's unbearably sexist but basically I want to see all women being spanked. I don't think it's their role in life, and I don't wish to demean or diminish them - I just like seeing women being spanked.

Almost as much as I enjoy spanking them.

And, for what it's worth, while I don't necessarily want to see it, I think that everyone should want to be spanked.

And now my mental rant has carried me back home, to dry quarters and a strong steaming cup of cream enhanced coffee.

That's the way to spend a walk.

Hey look, I got a blog post out of it too!

All the best


All images were borrowed from either Dana Kane Spanks (lovely site, with lots of images and samples - check it out) or Punished Brats (another great site, of which there is a full review somewhere on this blog); if their owners object to their use I'm happy to remove them

Wednesday 19 June 2013

It's About Time by Rollin Hand

So, as promised, a story, presented for your delight and edification, and written by the estimable Mr Rollin Hand.

For those of you with an interest in science fiction, I should point out that Rollin was inspired to write this story by Connie Willis's splendid novel "To Say Nothing of the Dog". 

Rollin kindly offered me any one of his stories for this blog, and I selected this one as it reflects the themes that I see most often in his work, and illustrates the way that he uses humour, tight plotting and honest characters in the service of hot spanking stories. 

I love this tale, and I hope that you do to.

Many thanks to Rollin for providing it, and agreeing to allow me to use it here.

And now, onto the entertainment!

It's About Time

This had to be the craziest assignment Harry had ever heard of. Go back to 1942 and replace a bust of Gordon Westwood in the foyer of a girl's school in Connecticut. Who in the world had ever authorized them to take the bust in the first place? Number one, the Department of Temporal Research was for observation of the past only. There were strict protocols. Number two, time travel was authorized only for the most important historical research, not for the purloining of trivial artifacts. Agents were inserted only after the mission had been fully vetted by the board of directors.

He knocked on the door of his superior, Assistant Director Barbara Blaine. A voice bid him enter. As he walked in, his eyes were immediately drawn to the rather attractive, but very young looking, woman attired in the garb of a schoolgirl of some sort. The clothing was old fashioned. It reminded him of movies from the 1940's-white blouse, sweater, knee length pleated shirt, knee socks, saddle oxfords. She was short, about five-two, with dark hair which was formed into two plaited braids, which made her look younger than she probably was. And she was very cute.

"Sorry to call you out on a weekend, Harry, but something has come up." Barbara motioned for him to sit. "This is Anita Reed. Anita, this is Harry Chambers, one of our most experienced operatives." Harry nodded. Anita glanced at Harry, barely acknowledging him. "Anita is new, Harry. You'll be working with her on this one. She knows the terrain as it were. She's been there."

"What is this about?" It must be a problem. In 2088 time travel was in its infancy, but very few problems had emerged as of yet. Agents were careful to observe only, to not take or disturb anything, to refrain from interacting with important individuals, to take no action which could possibly influence future events.

"It was, unfortunately, Mrs. Westwood, the senator's wife. The senator sits on the board and on the appropriations committee, so when the request came....well."

Harry wasn't surprised. The fix was in. The wife of your ultimate boss says frog and you jump.

"Mrs Westwood wanted to surprise her husband with a bust of Gordon Westwood, the senator's distant ancestor, for his 60th birthday. So, she persuaded the Director to send Anita to the school, posing as a student, and, ah, retrieve it. You see Gordon Westwood was one of the founders of Grayson Hall."

"You mean steal it," said Harry, grinning.

"Well, I suppose you could put that way," admitted Barbara, clearly uncomfortable with this. "Anyway, shortly thereafter, engineering noticed a disturbing uncertainty ripple in the Heisenberg Timestream Flux."

"A ripple?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. We don't know what it is exactly, but we suspect that it poses a problem with the ancestry related to a certain Charles Canfield Colby."

"Is he related to....?

"Yes, that Colby."

Anita jumped in. "After I removed the bust, Mrs Armstrong, the head mistress of Grayson Hall, announced that unless the guilty party owned up, she was canceling the dance with St Mark's, a boy's school across the lake."

Barbara said, "You see, we know that Charles Colby met his wife, Madeline Shaw at that dance. If they never met....well you can see that that could have long term consequences. They never married, Quentin was never born, etcetera, etcetera...."

Harry pursed his lips. Oops. Indeed. No Quentin Colby, no fusion generators. No cheap unlimited, clean energy. Who knows what repercussions that would cause. The invention had made the West totally energy independent. The geopolitical landscape had changed overnight. It was one of those odd coincidences. Colby and Westwood intersecting.

"That's what we think the ripple is, Harry. So we must act to correct the situation."

"There is more," said Anita. "We have Madeline's diary. It says that she fell in love with him on the lake. In a boat."

"How does that figure in?" said Harry. "What boat?"

"We don't know, Harry. You'll have to figure that out."

"Ok, how?"

"We will insert you and Anita in 1942. You will be her uncle and guardian. It was how she enrolled at mid term. You will bring her back to the school explaining that she took the bust as a prank. Anita will remain as a student through the dance to insure that Madeline meets Charles at the dance. Then get them together in a boat somehow. Use your resourcefulness."

It sounded simple, but with time travel nothing was simple--except the huge amounts of energy required. But with the Colby fusion generator it was easy.

"Now, Anita is new, Harry, so watch out for her. We assigned her because she can pass for 18 though she is really 26."

Harry could see that. She looked like an exceptionally cute schoolgirl.


The 1940 Packard sat on the pad surrounded by the huge coils. Harry and Anita sat inside. Barbara's voice came over the PA. "The schools are in Connecticut. You'll be inserted about three miles from Grayson Hall two days before the dance in April of 1942. There is a village nearby with a hotel for you Harry. You'll stay there until after the dance. You've got your homing devices and communicators. Are you ready?"

Harry gave a little wave and the coils began to hum. The room rippled, becoming wavy. Everything went white. The white dissolved into a country lane. It looked to be about midday. Harry had been outfitted with a proper suit, appropriate for an insurance executive from Hartford.

"You look a little young to be my uncle---and what? My guardian?" Anita looked at Harry through narrowed eyes as they drove toward Grayson Hall.

"And you're no 18 year old schoolgirl," said Harry. "So let's do this and get out of here."

"Look, let's get one thing straight. I'm running this op. You're here only for backup," said Anita. "I've been here and I know the culture. WW II America. A simple time with simple ideas."

"That includes respect for authority," said Harry smiling. "Remember, I am your guardian, so no back talk, all right?"

"Whatever," huffed Anita.

"That's another thing. In 1940's America, schoolgirls don't roll their eyes and say 'whatever'."

"Whatever," said Anita, rolling her eyes.


This is going to be a bit more dicey than I figured, thought Harry. And it got even more dicey when he was ushered in to see the headmistress, a Mrs Helen Armstrong. She was a formidable woman---a solid matronly type wearing a tailored wool suit with her dark hair rolled up in a tight bun.

"So you were saying, Mr Chambers, that Anita took the bust as a prank?"

"Yes," said Harry. "I confronted her about it, and she said she meant to bring it back all along. It was all just a bit of girlish tomfoolery." Harry decided to elaborate. "She's a swell girl, but she can be a bit rambunctious, you know. Anyway, no harm done. I've spoken to her quite sternly and we have brought the bust back."

Mrs Armstrong frowned. "I'm afraid we have strict expectations regarding the behavior of our students, and girlish pranks of this sort are not tolerated. I'm of a mind not to re-admit her."

That wasn't good. Anita needed to be there to insure that Charles and Madeline met. "Well, it won't happen again. I can promise you that."

"We'll see," said Mrs. Armstrong. "Send in Miss Reed," she said into the intercom. Anita came in, eyes downcast, looking rather sheepish. "Miss Reed, what do have to say for yourself?" she asked as Anita stood nervously before the desk.

"I'm sorry," she said, eyes downcast. "I was going to bring it back. Really. I mean, Uncle Harry discovered it, but I took it as sort of a lark and...".

"And did he punish you after you told him?" said Mrs Armstrong.

"No...I mean, yes. He scolded me most severely, and he has promised I will be punished, um...later." Anita tugged on her skirt trying to look contrite.

"And just how will he punish you, Miss Reed?"

"Um, he will, uh... spank me...yes, he spanks me very hard if I disobey him...." She bit her lip and looked down as if embarrassed.

Harry raised his eyebrows. That was laying it on a bit thick. Anita shot him a sharp glance that said 'let me handle this'.

Mrs Armstrong nodded approvingly. "Well, I'm sure your uncle knows best. But that does not square the bill for your current offense."

"Uh, what do you mean ma'am?" asked Anita, now alarmed. She had thought that the promise of a severe punishment sometime in the future would fix this.

"For an offense like this, Miss Reed, Grayson's rules are clear. They proscribe corporal punishment for the guilty party." She opened a desk drawer and pulled out an object. Anita gasped when she saw it. It was a paddle, and its purpose was obvious. "When students misbehave here they are paddled, Miss Reed. And that is what is going to happen now. Your uncle may, of course, be present as a witness. Since you said he spanks you himself, you will, of course, have no objection."

She turned toward Harry. "Mr. Chambers, we will re-admit Miss Reed on condition that you give permission for her to be punished."

Harry gaped. What the hell? Then he realized the problem. Anita had admitted her guilt, she had to. So he had no choice. They could not abort the mission. He fixed Anita with a stern look. Anita's jaw had dropped. She had had no idea that they paddled students here. "Of course," said Harry. "You must do what you must." Anita shot an angry glance at Harry. If looks could kill, he thought.

Mrs Armstrong got up, paddle in hand. "Very well. Come up to the desk, Miss Reed." Anita approached, grimacing. Just how bad was this going to be?

"Please bend over and place your elbows and palms flat on the desk." Mrs Armstrong tapped the paddle against her palm.

How could this be happening? Anita bent over gingerly. She felt her dress being raised and half stood up. "What are you doing?" she said in alarm.

"Miss Reed you are new, so I'll forgive that outburst. Students are permitted only a single layer of clothing during application of corporal punishment." Anita blushed beet red and resumed her position, gritting her teeth.

Harry watched with interest as Anita's skirt was raised to reveal a very fully fleshed and attractive bottom clad in simple white cotton panties. The panties did not completely contain the rather full cheeks of her delectable rear.

Anita was dying of embarrassment. But that was nothing compared to the feel of the paddle tapping her bottom. "It will be eight strokes, Miss Reed. I expect you to remain still throughout."

Anita heard a whoosh of air then the paddle landed with a loud smack. Anita jumped. She had never felt such hot stinging pain. She had little time to dwell on that first smack before another fell.
Smack! "Oooh!"
Crack! "Yeow!"

Anita hated to yip like a ten year old, but it hurt! The smacks of the paddle fell a few seconds apart and burned atrociously. Her eyes watered. She fought to hold still and take it.

Smack! "Yow!" That one stung! How many was that? This was utterly humiliating. Her nearly bare behind was on display to her colleague and this old harridan was paddling it as hard as she could.

Smack! The paddle cracked her right on her sit spot. She scrunched her face and gripped the desk. Whack! "Yow, oh, yow!" That one was a stinger.

Finally after eight painful smacks with that awful paddle she was allowed to stand and pull down her skirt. Her bottom felt as if it were blazing with the fires of Hades. She glanced at Harry. If he is smiling I will kill him, she thought.


"We need a boat," she whispered into the communicator. She was standing, concealed in a broom closet. It still hurt to sit down. "I know where you can get one."

"All right," Harry sighed. "Where?" After the paddling incident she had excoriated him for, as she put it, 'ogling her ass'. Well what was he supposed to do? Close his eyes? That would have looked suspicious.

"There is a dock on neighboring property next to St Mark's school with a boat tied up."

"Look, are you sure about this boat thing? Maybe that was later in the year, when he told he loved her or something while he rowed her in the boat."

"Don't argue with me. There is a photo of a boat tied to a dock that looks like it could be this one. It was in the diary right next to the page where she writes that they met at the dance."

"But does it say they went out in a boat that night? This doesn't make sense. Did you carefully read the whole thing?" They meet at a dance and that same night they are out in a boat on a dark lake?

"Well, no. Not in so many words. I skipped around and got the gist of it. But what else could it be? I know what I'm doing."

"Do you have the diary here?"

"Yes I have it."

"Look, don't do anything rash until I have a chance to look it over."

"Why, don't you trust my intelligence? I found the diary. I read the page about the dance. You just do what I tell you."

She sounded annoyed. Obviously the paddling had not adjusted the bratty attitude.


With the matter of the stolen bust settled, the dance was on again. Anita had made friends with Madeline earlier, and now she was going to make sure that "Maddy" was introduced to Charles Colby. Harry had graciously volunteered to chaperone the dance, much to the delight of Mrs Armstrong who was happy to have a male chaperone representing Grayson Hall.

Harry's job was to make sure the boat was available at a spot on the grounds of St Mark's where Anita would encourage the couple to "take it out for a moonlight row". To Harry this sounded insane, but Anita was convinced it was essential. So the night of the dance, just at dusk, Harry snuck over to the neighboring dock, loosed the mooring rope, and rowed the boat over to St Mark's. Luckily, no one was at home. Anita was waiting just outside the doorway to the hall. Staying out of the light Harry made his way to the hall and met Anita.

"It took you long enough," said Anita, scowling.

"I'm not at all convinced this is a good idea," said Harry. "Do you have the diary?"

Anita gave an exasperated sigh. "Here, take it," said Anita, reaching into her purse and shoving it at him. "See for yourself." Harry took the diary and went inside to resume his job as chaperone.

Maybe there was something to this boat thing, thought Harry, as he flipped through the diary. It was a calm night, lit by a full moon. Very romantic. He saw Anita lead two figures, all three moving stealthily down toward the lake. She must have talked them into it, he mused.

He turned his attention to the diary. As Anita had said, a photo of a boat was wedged in next to an entry in 1942. But the photo was all wrong. First, it was in color. Second it showed a blue nylon tie rope. And, the boat was painted some odd green color. Neither made sense in a 1942 photograph. Harry flipped the photo over. In tiny script along the edge was written, "Lake Cranberry 1964--just like our St Mark's 'lake disaster'." Before Harry could ponder the implications of that statement, his attention was diverted by a shriek from out on the lake. He looked up just in time to see the boat tip over, depositing its three occupants into the water with a loud splash.


It was the second time Harry had met with Mrs Armstrong in her office. With her were Dr Carter, the headmaster at St Mark's, the town constable, her own dean of students, Miss Finch, and Oren and Florence Willis, the apparent owners of the sunken rowboat.

"And it took me damn near all day to haul my boat out. I want those juvenile delinquents punished. I want to press charges. We have damages." Oren was red-faced and angry.

"I can assure you the perpetrators will be punished, Mr and Mrs Willis," said Mrs Armstrong. "We have strict discipline at Grayson Hall." To emphasize her point she slid open her drawer and pulled out the infamous paddle.

Mrs Willis eyed the paddle. "We might be willing to let this go if we saw justice done," she said. "I think a good licking would be just what these kids need."

"Well, I reckon," said Oren. "What do you think, Flo?"

"Worst thing I ever did, my pa gave me ten swats, bare butt, out in the woodshed. We'd drop all charges, but I'd have to see that the girls got it good and proper, and Oren would witness the lad's licking."

The heads of the schools nodded approvingly. Mrs Armstrong said, "What about Anita, Mr Chambers? You are removing her from Grayson, I understand. She is no longer subject to our discipline."

Florence Willis glared. "They all get it right here and now or no deal."

Harry said. "I think we can work something out. But first I must speak with Anita."


"This is a disaster," Anita moaned. "They never went for that romantic boat ride and it's my fault. I tried to push off, but fell in the boat and then trying to go back I lost my balance and then...."

Harry shushed her. "It's going to be all right, but you have to trust me. Play along and follow my lead. No matter what happens. Will you do that?"

"Ohhh....all right," fumed Anita.

"Good. Just remember, whatever happens, happens. Unlike you, I read the whole diary."

"Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Here's what I want you to say..."


"She has been told," said Harry to the assembled adults.

"Very well," said Mrs Armstrong. "Let's bring in our three miscreants."

The three listened in utter shock as Mrs Armstrong explained what would happen. Madeline and Charles could not take their eyes off of that wooden paddle resting on the desk, probably wondering what it would feel like impacting their bare behinds in just a few short minutes. When she had finished, Harry gave Anita a subtle nod.

"Please, wait," Anita said. "It was all my fault. I took the boat. I encouraged them to go in it. Don't punish them, please. I have talked to my uncle. He intends to punish me severely the way he does when I am naughty, but you must not punish Charles and Maddy."

The Willis's frowned. Dr Carter and Helen Armstrong exchanged glances. The three were dismissed while the adults talked it over. Harry could imagine that there were two very nervous students sitting in the front room and a third who was anxious to just get going back to 2088 and be done with this mission. A few minutes later they ushered them back in.

"Based upon Miss Reed's admission, we have decided to be lenient. You will each receive only six swats instead of ten as we originally decreed. Miss Reed, since you are leaving Grayson, your Uncle will attend to you. You ladies shall wait outside. Mr Colby, you first."

The ladies trooped out as the men stayed. There was a breathless hush and then the sharp sound of a paddle striking bare flesh. They counted six ringing smacks and a muffled yelp or two at the end. Anita held Maddy's hand. Poor thing, she was next. Charles emerged, red faced, eyes blinking back tears. The men came out. The ladies trooped in with Maddy. There was silence for a moment then the sound of a hard smack as the paddle smacked Maddy's bare bottom. Maddy let out a wail. Harry knew that had hurt. He had read the diary.

"...they made me lift my skirt and lower my panties to mid thigh. I was embarrassed beyond belief. I was grateful to Anita for taking the blame upon herself, but six strokes and on the bare was still quite severe. Nothing could have ever prepared me for that first paddle spank. It stung so bad it took my breath away and I'm afraid I shrieked. It was like a blazing fire had been lit on my bare behind. Our headmistress took her time. She would tap my bottom a time or two then deliver another brisk smack with that hard paddle. It stung my bottom worse than anything mother had ever done with her hairbrush. After four strokes I broke down in tears. It was all I could to remain still and take the remaining two strokes. My poor bottom was red as beet when I inspected it later. Poor Charles. He really is a sweet boy and he was braver than I....."

While they paddled Maddy, Harry stood outside regarding Anita. She was trying to appear suitably repentant, no doubt figuring that when Maddy was done, they'd just get up and leave. Maddy emerged, sobbing and rubbing tears from her eyes. Charles stood and took her hand.

Anita looked at Harry expectantly. From inside the room Mrs Armstrong said, "We are ready for you now, Mr Chambers." Harry stood next to Anita. She shot him an anxious look.

"Give me your hand," he said. Nervously, she did so. "Come with me, Anita." He took her by the hand and escorted her into the room. Anita wore a bewildered look. Someone had placed a chair in front of the desk and Harry took a seat. He rolled up his sleeve. As he did he lectured.

"Anita, my dear, the Willis's are willing to forgive and forget if justice is done, but they want to have assurance that you are properly chastised for this incident. You have already described to Mrs Armstrong just how I punish you, so you and I are going to demonstrate for Mrs Willis' approval. Come here."

"What?" said Anita. She shrank back in utter disbelief. Harry seized her wrist and pulled her to him. Before she could react he put her face down across his knees. "You remember how we do this, Anita," he said, lifting her skirt.

Anita finally found her voice. "No, no!" She sputtered. "Uh, Uncle Harry, you can't!"

"Yes, Anita, I can. Just what were you thinking?" Her pantied bottom came into view. She kicked and wriggled. Harry clamped an arm across her back, pinning her skirt up. There was that lovely bottom again. But he wasn't done. Anita shrieked as he tugged her panties down. The twin rounded moons popped into view.

"Stop! Stop!" Anita was frantic.

Harry raised his hand to shoulder height and looked at Mrs Willis. Mrs Willis smiled and nodded. Harry's palm made a swift descent.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Harry let loose with a volley of brisk spanks that landed on the crowns of her buttocks. Anita wailed in shock at the sudden sting, "Ow! Ow! Stop!" Harry ignored her and set out to deliver the very thorough spanking of Anita's bare bottom that Madeline had described in her diary.

"...we listened from the outer office as Mr Chambers gave Anita a very sound and dreadful spanking. We could hear the crisp splat of his hand as over and over again he spanked Anita's bare seat. It went on and on, dear diary, for several minutes at least, and Charles and I looked at each other with gratitude and admiration for this brave girl who had taken the blame and mitigated our own punishment. Born in our distress, I think that there is a bond between Charles and I. We seem to have feelings for each other..."

Of course Anita hadn't known that. She'd never read the diary. Harry got back to the task at hand. He marveled at how Anita's bottom cheeks quivered as he spanked her. She had one cute fanny, he'd have to admit that. It was a good thing her bare bottom was full and fleshy enough to take the rather vigorous smacking he was dishing out. If she weren't so bratty he might have thought to see if they had a mutual interest in each other. Oh well---never happen now. He decided to add a little scolding to make it look good.

"Just what (smack!) did you (smack!) think you were (smack!) doing (smack! smack!)? Stealing a boat? (Smack! Crack!) Going for a midnight row? (spank! crack!). I have been much too lenient (smack!) with your behavior, Anita. (smack! smack!) It's going to stop. (smack! smack!)

Anita flinched with each smack of Harry's hand, wriggling over his lap and fluttering her legs. "Ouch! Ow! I'm sorry!" she wailed. "Please stop!" She bounced all over his knee like a jitterbug. Harry looked at the clock on the wall. The diary said it had gone on for several minutes. He sighed and resumed, spanking one cheek then the other, then hard across the divide. She must work out, he thought. She had very firm bottom and his hand was starting to sting. After a last barrage of spanks that elicited a high pitched wail, he stopped. Her bottom was a fire engine red. He looked at Mrs Willis. She smiled in approval.

He pulled her panties back up and her skirt down, then he set her on her feet. "Let that be a lesson to you, Anita. I won't tolerate such behavior," said Harry, wagging his finger. A teary eyed Anita rubbed her seat through her skirt and choked back words that would have, no doubt, been quite inappropriate for an eighteen year old schoolgirl in 1942.

"I have to say, well done. The timestream ripple disturbance is gone." The Assistant Director beamed as Harry and Anita were ushered into her office. "Please sit," she said, motioning toward two chairs in front of her desk.

"I'd prefer to stand," muttered Anita.

Barbara Blaine raised her eyebrows. "As you wish," she said. "Now, I just want to tell you both how much we appreciate..."

She droned on. Harry reflected on the scene in the car when he told her about the diary. Yes, there had been a boat, but not at that time. The Willis's had felt sorry afterwards for Charles and Maddy, since it had been Anita who'd been the real culprit. That spring they had even invited him to take Maddy out rowing in the boat. That's when they fell in love. And, Harry had pointed out, Anita's spanking had advanced Charles and Maddy's bonding in their mutual distress while listening from the outer office. That hadn't impressed Anita. "You didn't have to spank me so hard!" she seethed. Yes, I did, thought Harry. He almost missed the next thing his boss said.

"....and so we have a new assignment for you where you'll be working together again. You're perfect for the job. There are some important historical events regarding the women's suffrage movement in 1916 that we wish to observe first hand. There was a famous disturbance outside the White House. Protestors were arrested. You'll go in as one of the protestors, Anita. Harry will once again be your uncle and guardian and he'll bail you out if you're hauled off..."

Anita gaped at her in shock.

Yes, thought Harry, smiling to himself, but only after she's been suitably punished. A fate quite common among young suffragettes, he'd heard. Maybe I'll be able to adjust that bratty know-it-all attitude yet.

Tuesday 18 June 2013


Yes, go on, I admit it. This is going to be another one of those pathetic whining posts about not getting to do enough spanking. And not getting spanked enough.

I think I was okay, albeit just a little frustrated, until my immensely satisfying birthday session with Miss Tara Red. Whilst it wasn't quite a case of "you don't miss what you've never had", my previous session had not inspired me to seek out another, and it had been a good long while since I had experienced spanking beyond the fairly mild version I occasionally get to indulge in with my wife.

The session with Tara was revelatory. It was the first time that I had tried role play, and I loved it, especially the domestic one that we tackled..

I'm aching to repeat the experience/

On the assumption that my living arrangements would have been resolved I corresponded with the delightful Miss Danielle Hunt about a 90 minute session at the end of June. Sadly matters did not progress as I had hoped and we are still trapped in limbo, making it unwise to commit to spending a couple of hundred quid on sheer pleasure.

Or, in other words, my wife wouldn't go for it.

Danielle took my decision well, and understood my issues. We have promised each other that we'll get together as soon as I can resolve my domestic situation.

I'm pleased by all that, and I've even mentioned a couple of role play scenarios to Dani for when we do get together.

Still, I'm left as frustrated as a hungry woodpecker which has mislaid it's beak.

Yeah. I know. Wood peckers don't peck wood for food. It just seems better than the original dick metaphor i initially typed.

It's not reasonable to expend liquid funds we may need and I don't have the connections to hook up with a play partner. In all fairness whilst I am fitter than I've been in several years I am still pretty overweight, and not an attractive option physically when it comes to finding a partner for pure spanking pleasure.

Plus, I'm getting on in years a bit!

Unfortunately there's no real way of offering a bartering arrangement to obtain spanking fun, and even if there were, I'm not sure that a write up on my blog would be adequate reward for a couple of hours of spanking. It's okay to ask for access to a paysite for a couple of weeks but that's pretty much as far as it goes.

I know that this situation won't last for ever, but, like a nagging toothache, it just seems like an eternity of pain looming ahead. And, as I've discussed previously, pain isn't the primary motivator in my spanking desires.

They say a problem shared is a problem halved. That's bollocks, isn't it? All I've done is whine hopelessly, and perhaps made a few of you feel a bit superior, knowing that you can get spanking whenever you want it.

I can't say that I feel any happier because of it.

Ah well.

Back to the fun spanking stuff tomorrow.

All the best


All pictures of ladies who do offer 1 to 1 meetings, taken from Spankeefinder (except for the picture of Pandora and anonymous friend), and whom I yearn to spank without, as yet, any success.

Watch this space though.

Pandora spanks Amelia (yes, I know Amelia doesn't do 1 to 1s, but it's always nice to dream!

Monday 17 June 2013

The Perils of Pandora

Now, if you've been a reader of this blog for any length of time, you probably know how I feel about the divine Pandora Blake.

On balance I think that she better combines the independence, intelligence and beauty of today's woman than anyone else that I know, and I honestly believe that the spanking scene is more richly endowed with these exemplars than most other sectors of society.

You can imagine then my distress at reading of the problems she has been experiencing with CC Bill, and their draconian approach to anything that strays beyond their unreasonably restrictive definition of what constitutes safe porn.

Pandora has always worked to ensure that her site Dreams of Spanking serves an extraordinarily wide constituency in our country of kinkiness. Part of this is allowing models the freedom to express their innermost desires and fantasies, without concern as to whether they are politically correct or acceptable to society as a whole.

Through her use of frank informative blog entries and additional material presented with her films, it is always clear that all of the actions filmed are done with the clear and informed consent of her co-conspirators. There is no coercion and to suggest that this material is damaging to the adult mind is frankly ludicrous.

I should also like to add that Pandora tends to film with models that show strong personalities, and most are well known in our field; it is impossible to conceive of them acting in any way that did not meet with their desires and wishes, even when some of the material clearly pushes their boundaries.

I have reviewed the site on two occasions; whilst I admire it immensely I freely admit that not all of the material Pandora has produced is for me. Her caning scene with Thomas, for instance, is just too intense for a wimp such as me; whilst you can see the bond between the two performers the level of the punishment left me uncomfortable.

You know what though? I'm an adult with the ability to make decisions for myself. I deleted that film, and turned to ones that entertained me more.

Ironically one of these was the delightfully playful period romp "The Avenger's Return", which is one of the films CCBill has taken issue with. 

Stupid fucking idiots.

Anyway, ever resourceful, Pandora has found a simple and elegant way around the ban; she has simply set up a new free access site on which she can host the films CCBill find objectionable. The site is Darker Dreams (a fitting title) and I urge you to both try it out now, and also, if it is at all affordable for you, to make a donation in support of Pandora's work.

Pandora, we have your back. 

All the best


Pictures borrowed from Pandora's Darker Dreams

A really lazy post (but, hey, look, pretty pictures!)

As you will have (hopefully) noticed, the last couple of days have been heavily biased towards the splendid Rollin Hand, and tomorrow I'll be posting one of my favourite of his stories.

In between I thought it might be nice to break things up with something a bit different.

Sigh. Okay. That's not entirely true. I was up late last night watching the football from Brazil, and early this morning to make my darling wife a roast beef sandwich on basil and tomato bread, to take to work for her lunch; then I took a 6 kilometre walk into Walsall (smallish town near where I live at present), to buy some acid drops.

Acid drops are sweets, by the way. Just in case you thought I might be confessing to taking hard drugs. they're sour, and biting, and likely to carve open the roof of your mouth if you aren't careful. They're also delicious and refreshing.

So I'm feeling a bit lazy; just can't be arsed to prepare a properly thought out post. You know, with the dazzlingly insightful commentary on our whacky world of spankiness that you've come to expect. Very, very occasionally.

But, luckily, to the rescue, masked like the Lone Ranger, rides my good friend, The Cameraman. He's recently granted me access to the latest in the group of websites that used to be run by Clare Fonda, so that I can prepare a review.

That will be coming along shortly, just as soon as I've fully watched all of the films offered. And recovered my strength from the excessive onanistic activities that they've prompted.

For now though, here's a brief pictorial preview of Spanking Veronica Works, starring the fabulous Veronica Ricci.

I urge you to study them from every angle.

Whew. Tiring isn't it?

Back soon with more spanky goodness.

All the best


Sunday 16 June 2013

Superstar Spanking Writer Interview - Rollin Hand

Those of you with even the usual level of observational ability will have spotted my review of Rollin's recent Ebook; if you haven't you just aren't looking properly, as it's the post before this one!

Those who read my blog a little more carefully may have noticed that, when I posted my return to work notice a week ago, Rollin offered to provide me with some content to help me get going again.

I love the opportunity that this blog has given me to interact with spankos who operate within various different areas of our World Wide Sphere of Spanking, and accordingly I am delighted to publish my first interview with a spanking story writer.

So, with no further ado, onto the questions:-

1. You write under the name Rollin Hand, which if memory serves me right was Martin Landau's character in Mission: Impossible. Why did you choose that name?

I always liked the character because he was a rather suave gent and a  master of disguise. At the time I was looking for any old pseudonym that would "disguise" my identity, so I just picked it. I was just starting then, getting my feet wet with writing, and I never thought I'd stick with it, but here I am. I actually wrote a "Mission Impossible" story called "The Lost Episode."

2. You write very convincing disciplinary stories; to what extent are you involved in the spanking scene outside of your work?

Not at all. All I do is write. I don't go to parties or munches or conventions or anything like that, and I wouldn't even know where to look to find a local scene.

3. What lead to the decision to go into the Ebook market?

It was an experiment that began in September 2012. I had something like 250+ stories/novella parts just sitting around and I chanced upon the Kindle platform. It looked fairly simple, so I gave it a try. To my amazement people started buying the books and it grew from there. I never thought that I'd actually make  money.

4. You have a fair number of Ebooks available; do you make a living as a writer of spanking fiction?

No, I have a day job. It does, however, provide a nice bit of supplementary income, and I hope to develop as a writer and carry writing into retirement. I eventually want to branch out into mystery, thriller and horror.

5. Your stories strike me as the type I like best; ones that are stories first, and the spankings just happen in an organic way. Have you ever written a story that;s just there for the spanking and nothing else?

Thank you. That's the way I try to do it. Writing a pure "spanking story" though? Oh sure. Not so much now, but earlier I wrote pretty conventional spanking fiction like what you found in the 60's from writers like Will Henry and Paul Little. Even now I occasionally write a traditional "spanking story", but you know, even there I try to infuse it with a little something extra to distinguish it from formula, perhaps give it a twist.

6. Can you describe your writing process? 

Once I get a story idea I think it through. I play dialog and scenes in my head. I may write a very short blurb that captures the essentials of the story then I augment it. Who are the characters? Whose POV? What is the tone going to be? Then I write a condensed version and fashion the ending.

The end is very important. A writer friend of mine once told me "write the end first." I don't always do that, but I'm always thinking about it. (Just one example-midway through writing "The Legend of Sophia the Fair" I knew what my very last line had to be, so I went back and made sure that everything set up for the delivery of that last line.) Then I go back and flesh out the condensed version, sometimes adding new ideas. It's like building a house--first the foundation, then the framing, then the walls, roof, and finally decorating the inside.

7. I'm sure that you knew this was coming. Where do you get your ideas? (sorry but I had to ask)

Everywhere. First comes what Alfred Hitchcock called  "The MacGuffin." It's the plot or character device that drives everything else.

I might see a news story and think, ok, what if? The novella "A Very Bright Girl" came about because of an actual incident that made national news. TV shows/movies that could have had spankings in them give me ideas. Other books I read may have a germ of a plot idea that could have potential. Right after I read Robert McCammon's "The Wolf's Hour", I wrote "The Countess and The Magician." Right after I watched the old Flash Gordon serial "Space Soldiers" I wrote "Menace from Mongo." Those are just a few examples. It's the art of seeing one thing and asking ok, what if? Like, what if Anne Bolynn had been birched in the courtyard instead of being beheaded?--now you've got a story.

8. Your work is very literate. I can't say that this is the case with every writer of spanking fiction. What do you think of the technical standards of scene writing generally?

Thank you. I appreciate that.

The level of talent is all over the lot and one cannot really generalize. Many writers are technically pretty decent, but where they can falter is in the art of storytelling. The curse of this genre is people writing what amount to scenes that follow the clich├ęd infraction/discovery/punishment formula. The other flaw is the plausibility of the actual spanking scene--it might not ring true given the times or the culture. For example spanking a secretary today is pretty verboten, even if she forgot to mail that important letter, but that plot device is still used.

On the technical level I'd say the worst sins I see are strings of declaratory sentences that read as if  they came from a third grade reader, and dialog that sounds like talking heads with no description of what is transpiring. Then there is overuse of onomatopoeia, but happily that has mostly disappeared now.

9. Do you have any favourite spanking writers? 

I do have a few. In the old days, Will Henry and Paul Little, of course. Today I think DJ Black is good. Flopsybunny is an excellent writer. Alex Birch, who is now deceased, was very good. There are some writers who are no longer around that I liked such as AB (maybe that's Alex Birch), Ross, kfr, mel b owen, Quillis. There are probably more.

Then there is the whole "spanking romance" genre with folks like Jade Cary, Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, Cara Bristol and Celeste Jones.

10. What authors do you read outside of spanking fiction?

Oh wow. I'm a voracious reader. Today it's Lee Child, Stephen Hunter, Robert Crais, Thomas Perry, Nelson DeMille, Stephen King, Bernard Cornwell, Michael Koryta, Preston/Child--I could go on and on.

Before them it was John D MacDonald, Frank Herbert, Elmore Leonard, James Ellroy, Issac Asimov, Robert A Heinlein --again, I could go on and on.

11. I understand that you started writing spanking stories in 1999. Did you write other fiction before that? And have you written anything else since?

Actually, no. I wrote my own stories because I was frustrated with the genre. And, I had ideas that I felt compelled to reduce to print.

Eventually I want to branch out into thriller and horror, but right now managing my blog, my "publishing house", and writing stories in the spanking erotica genre uses up all my spare time.

12. Do you have any tips for those aspiring writers who may be reading this?

Read a lot. Make note of how the pros do things. Remember those things that you have read that impressed you, and try to emulate them.

13. What is your favorite work to date?

I'd have to say LaFORGE. It's certainly my most ambitious and is really a genre bender. It starts off as a male domestic fantasy come true in Farm of the Deelphian Sisterhood. Then there is LaForge, a romance that morphs into a supernatural thriller in Thermopols Springs. It's wild and fun.

I think that will do. I hope that the questions aren't too dull (I'm afraid that a couple are routine, but almost required when interviewing an author).

Many thanks again for agreeing to do this.

So there you have it; I found much that was fascinating in Rollin's answers, and I hope that you did too. I'd urge you to check out his Ebooks, his blog www.disciplinarytales.blogspot.com and his stories at the Kilahara Library of Spanking Fiction.

As a special treat, and with Rollin's kind permission, I'll be posting one of his stories here in a few days time.

All the best