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Spanking stories for the theatre between your ears

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April 2013

Dark Houses

Q: What do award-winning South African author Lauren Beukes and I have in common?

A: We’ve both written stories about dark, spooky time-shifting houses.

Her new story The Shining Girls does sound fabulous. Although mine probably contains more spanking.

And it was lovely of her to retweet my story.

Best of luck with the new book Lauren; it sounds smart, edgy and thought-provoking, just my kind of book.

Why I Write Stories

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Image: Life between the pages by Dihaze 

Stories are fragile things; so delicate, finer than gossamer threads, so easily blown away and lost.

Unless you write them down.

Then stories become portals to imagined worlds, open for other intrepid souls to enter and explore.

In the warm Spring of 2012, I summoned my courage and started this blog as a repository for my stories. It was a step into the unknown – who knew what others might think it my writing, it might be derided, condemned or ignored.

But I decided to risk it, because I felt something else was more important: to transcribe my stories from my imagination and share them. Because one thing is certain, a story dies when it is remembered for the last time…

But writing releases stories; they fly to every corner of the globe. My words have fallen into the eyes of thousands of readers, conjuring into being unique new worlds in thousands of individual imaginations, as if by magic. It’s pretty remarkable, if you think about it.

We are tremendously fortunate to live in a Golden Age of Storytelling, never before have our words been able to reach so far – whilst being murmured so softly. 
If your mind is full of stories, I encourage you to write them down,
before they fade and are lost forever. The world is full of hungry eyes
and thirsty minds.

To my readers, thank you all for sharing the adventure so far, and for all your submissions and kind words of encouragement. I trust these stories have been like magic portals, and you’ve stepped into arousing scenes in the theatre of your own imagination.

Rest assured, there are still many more tantalising tales to tell…

A Year of Stories

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Image: Life between the pages by Dihaze 

Stories are fragile things; so delicate, finer than gossamer threads, so easily blown away and lost.

Unless you write them down.

Then stories become portals to imagined worlds, open for other intrepid souls to enter and explore.

So, exactly one year ago today I started this blog as a repository for my stories. I decided to transcribe them from my imagination and share them. Because a story dies when it is read for the last time.

But writing releases them; they fly to every corner of the globe. In the year since, my words have fallen into the eyes of over sixty thousand readers, conjuring into being unique new worlds in sixty thousand individual imaginations, as if by magic. Pretty remarkable, if you think about it.

If your mind is full of stories, I encourage you to write them down, before they fade and are lost forever. The world is full of hungry eyes and thirsty minds.

We are tremendously fortunate to live in a Golden Age of Storytelling, never before have our words been able to reach so far – whilst being murmured so softly. 

So thank you all for sharing the adventure so far, and for all your submissions and kind words of encouragement. I hope that over the last twelve months I’ve been able to inspire some arousing scenes in the theatre of your own imagination.

And rest assured, there are still many more tantalising tales to tell…

‘a finger delicately spread apart her labia like wings of a butterfly.’ – The best line I have ever read. It even got me wet! Keep up the good work.

Glad you enjoyed it.

Readers intrigued by that line will find it in my recent story Lupercalia. Is the strict headmistress herself a lepidopterist – catching and collecting the beautiful young things that flutter by? I’ll let you read and decide for yourself…

Spanking Haiku #7: Portrait

Pale pert posterior

Painted patchy painful pinks

Perfectly punished

I have a question… I’ve read a lot about bdsm. And i find it very interesting and hopefully would like to try it, however the thought of spanking reminds me of my parents spanking me as a child… And i dont like the thought of pain. How do you differentiate sexual spanking from punishment spanking? I think for myself i wouldnt be able to handle it but reading your stories has me second guessing the thought

What an excellent question.

What’s the difference between a sexual spanking and a punishment spanking?

In a word, the difference is play.

Once we could spend days just exploring, playing games and having fun. But then life got all serious! Luckily, at about the same age, we discover an exciting new side of ourselves: our sexuality. For those with a healthy notion of sex, it’s a wonderful adventure playground, somewhere we can let our imaginations run free, be someone different, break taboos and do something naughty.

A sexual spanking is motivated by this playfulness, the desire to have fun.

Whereas a punishment spanking is motivated by deterrence, the infliction of pain is meant as a reminder: don’t do that again.

This context is all-important, like all games in an adventure playground, sometimes you might fall off and get the odd bruise, but the enjoyment of play makes the odd bump worthwhile.

And the pleasure derived from spanking is subtle. Some people feel a buzz from discomfort, like those who enjoy extremely hot food; others enjoy donning a new persona through role-playing. There’s a reason this blog is called Spanking Theatre, it’s not just the theatre between your ears, it’s also the theatre you can create in your own bedroom. Together you and your partner can improvise an endless number of intimate dramas; share erotic games and wonderful secret adventures. Imagine playing out a scene over successive evenings, as you deepen the characters, and explore each others’ imaginations.

But why spanking?

Spanking has an innate ritual and theatre that makes it a rich seam for role-playing. Some things just seem to be intrinsically erotic: nudity, shame, the heady cocktail of fear, excitement and humiliation. Then there’s the power of commanding or being commanded to do something with sexual connotations, such as undressing or bending over. All these help give spanking the magical ingredient of erotic charge.

Hence in a sexual spanking, the mood is informal and theatrical. There’s a story being told, and the aim is to tantalise and tease the senses. Compare this with the joyless execution of a punishment spanking.

The other key difference is that sexual spankings are consensual. When you partner tells you you’ve been a very naughty girl, and you deserve a good hard spanking, you can – at any time – tell them you don’t want to play anymore. And that’s fine.

Play involves trust, it’s why even the severest spanking is never torture. It’s important that deep down, she enjoys how a spanking makes her feel, and she knows he loves and cares about her enough to give it to her.

As a result, a sexual spanking results in positive emotions like arousal and intimacy. Whereas a punishment spanking only generates negative emotions such as fear and resentment. I’ve never once put my fingers between a spanked lady’s legs and found her to be dry.

Bright red bottoms make eye-catching porn photos, but don’t think every spanking has to end in tears and hot painful cheeks. Some might gain more satisfaction from the psychological aspects of spanking, the ritual, the shame, the surrender of control. And that’s fine too. Some might enjoy just a few taps, just enough to make their bottoms tingle; whilst others might be very aroused by the mere threat of a spanking, the cool slipper rubbing across their bare bum, as she waits in delicious anticipation for a whack that might never come.

It’s your playground, you make up the rules.

And I’ll continue to whisper ideas into your ear.

I hope this helps.

Spanking Haiku #6: Self-Discipline

Springy smacky twangy

Ruler spanks my naughty bum even

When you’re far away

Spanking Haiku #5: Perpetuity

Petrify thoughts in words

Even the most brilliant story

Dies on its last echo

Spanking Haiku #4: Princess

Cultured, high-born, yet

Even the fairest princess yearns to

Come like a filthy slut

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