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Spanking stories for the theatre between your ears

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May 2013

Spanking Haiku #8: Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy’s knees

a place for littles who tease

and do as they please

Spanking Haiku #8: Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy’s knees

a place for littles who tease

and do as they please

When you chose to send a submission in to another’s blog do you do so discerningly, a random choice or a mass effort on your part?

I like to submit discerningly, when I find a blog that’s a kindred spirit, I sometimes send a story that complements the theme of the recipient’s blog. Perhaps they like DD/lg, or teacher/schoolgirl fantasies, or inventive kinkiness, or darkly erotic dominance… so I choose the story from my library that I think they’ll like the most, and then send them a special treat.

It’s nice to be able to send original content, something they’ve almost certainly never seen before, something that might arouse and delight. And being able to share content with others on tumblr helps us build the community to which we all belong. In that spirit, if you’ve written or created something you think I might like, you’re very welcome to send it. And if you need any inspiration, here are my favourite submissions of those I’ve received so far!

When you chose to send a submission in to another’s blog do you do so discerningly, a random choice or a mass effort on your part?

I like to submit discerningly, when I find a blog that’s a kindred spirit, I sometimes send a story that complements the theme of the recipient’s blog. Perhaps they like DD/lg, or teacher/schoolgirl fantasies, or inventive kinkiness, or darkly erotic dominance… so I choose the story from my library that I think they’ll like the most, and then send them a special treat.

It’s nice to be able to send original content, something they’ve almost certainly never seen before, something that might arouse and delight. And being able to share content with others on tumblr helps us build the community to which we all belong. In that spirit, if you’ve written or created something you think I might like, you’re very welcome to send it. And if you need any inspiration, here are my favourite submissions of those I’ve received so far!

do you know of any blogs similar to yours?

Well, if you’d like sites that contain stories written by the same writer, try the links displayed in yellow on the sidebar of Bonnie’s Bottom Smarts blog.

Or, for a site that has lots of rated short stories by many different writers try Literotica.  

And if you, like me, prefer longer-form stories with proper characters and good grammar, try this fantastic collection of stories from old British spanking magazines. Such evocatively titled publications, Blushes, Roue, Janus, Februs, Swish, Kane… imagine receiving one of those in the post in the days when The Net meant something you went fishing with…

Happy reading!

do you know of any blogs similar to yours?

Well, if you’d like sites that contain stories written by the same writer, try the links displayed in yellow on the sidebar of Bonnie’s Bottom Smarts blog.

Or, for a site that has lots of rated short stories by many different writers try Literotica.  

And if you, like me, prefer longer-form stories with proper characters and good grammar, try this fantastic collection of stories from old British spanking magazines. Such evocatively titled publications, Blushes, Roue, Janus, Februs, Swish, Kane… imagine receiving one of those in the post in the days when The Net meant something you went fishing with…

Happy reading!

On one hand I can’t wait for a new story because they’re so sexy but on the other waiting and made to be patient is a turn on. Either way I’m horny and deserve a spanking for being so naughty here’s hoping inspiration hits your bum hard and leaves marks

Happily, inspiration is never a problem. I keep a notebook of story ideas, into which I’m always scribbling new scenes, characters, plots and twists. Now I have over 30 great story ideas, each a miniature empty balloon, awaiting the inflating breath of life.

With such a rich supply of raw material, I always have a story or two in progress. But I like to write slowly; it gives me the opportunity to elaborate and polish each tale, and introduce a level of detail that makes each story unpredictable, ambiguous, and enjoyable to read again and again.

Being a busy professional, the most difficult challenge is simply finding time to write. Sometimes I write when I travel. Sometimes I look down the train carriage at a constellation of glinting screens. All those Kindles, ipads, phones and laptops. I look to see if anyone else is writing, there’s a faint click of key presses, but it’s the slow tapping of a report being edited, not the rapid frantic flow of a story being spun. Most seem to be reading. I wonder if they’re reading naughty words, hiding their secret with a carefully angled silvery screen, trying not to blush at descriptions of dungeons, floggings and a dozen more delicious taboos. Wishing they were home already…

Sometimes a story makes you wait.

On one hand I can’t wait for a new story because they’re so sexy but on the other waiting and made to be patient is a turn on. Either way I’m horny and deserve a spanking for being so naughty here’s hoping inspiration hits your bum hard and leaves marks

Happily, inspiration is never a problem. I keep a notebook of story ideas, into which I’m always scribbling new scenes, characters, plots and twists. Now I have over 30 great story ideas, each a miniature empty balloon, awaiting the inflating breath of life.

With such a rich supply of raw material, I always have a story or two in progress. But I like to write slowly; it gives me the opportunity to elaborate and polish each tale, and introduce a level of detail that makes each story unpredictable, ambiguous, and enjoyable to read again and again.

Being a busy professional, the most difficult challenge is simply finding time to write. Sometimes I write when I travel. Sometimes I look down the train carriage at a constellation of glinting screens. All those Kindles, ipads, phones and laptops. I look to see if anyone else is writing, there’s a faint click of key presses, but it’s the slow tapping of a report being edited, not the rapid frantic flow of a story being spun. Most seem to be reading. I wonder if they’re reading naughty words, hiding their secret with a carefully angled silvery screen, trying not to blush at descriptions of dungeons, floggings and a dozen more delicious taboos. Wishing they were home already…

Sometimes a story makes you wait.

The Waterwheel

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Water trickling

water gurgling

surging splashing

sploshy burbling

Wooden wheel

tirelessly turning

spun by cascading

torrents churning

 

O I’m such a naughty girl!

On sunny days I love to take

A whippy whacking rod

One to make my bottom ache

 

Naughty me, I’m quite undressed

Soft lush grass, bare feet caressed

A sunlit stroll, by gleaming brook

Down to my secret spanking nook

 

Passers-by would not believe

What devious imagination first conceived

Of harnessing pure water’s flow

To whack naughty bottoms so

 

I bend across the wooden bench

And slot the cane into the post

I feel it press upon my cheeks

Then the bit I love the most

 

On the wheel there is a peg

It lifts the cane and makes it creak

Up and up it bends until it slips

Whacking back to make me squeak

 

A short pause to catch my breath

Cane upon my stinging cheeks

The peg will soon be round again

Do any ever hear my shrieks?

 

My merciless water-powered imagination machine

Whisks my mind away to waking dreams

 

I imagine wrist and ankle stocks

They place a rod across my bum

Leaving me struggling against my locks

My shouts receding as they walk away

Leaving me at the mercy of the wheel

Perhaps they’ll not return today

 

Or I’m a naughty miller’s daughter

Sent to the wheel, discovered wanking

I’m disciplined by gushing water

Returning home to show my spanking

 

Afterwards I love to lie

On the dewy riverbank under sky

Damp grass soothing poor pink bum

Slow filthy rubbing ‘til I come

 

Mesmerised by the turning wheel

I rub to the rhythm of the lifting cane

Massaging deep within my crack

Pleasure overwhelming pain

O how it bends, and then whips back

Where my bottom used to be

My ears fill with an imagined thwack

Until I’m swept away excitedly

 

At night I listen to the rain

A trillion raindrops fill my dreams

Uniting… merging… surging…

Into torrential bottom smacking streams

 

 

@spankingtheatre 2013

illustrator: sadly, unknown 

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