Spanking Theatre

Spanking stories for the theatre between your ears


November 2013

“… How did our laptops come to know us so well?

Our magic silvery slabs, our constant mute companions, accompanying us everywhere like witches’ familiars. An oracle to answer virtually any question, an enchanted window to see anywhere in the world without moving. Though sometimes what we want to see… well, let’s just keep that our little secret. Our faithful glowing windows witness a side of us few others will ever know…”

— from Punishment Panties

According to the latest medical research published in the Lancet, Britons are having less sex than they used to, down to just under five times a month for the 16-44 age group. That’s a 20% decline since 2000. Since then personal technology has proliferated, smartphones and high speed broadband are ubiquitous, and ultra-light laptops often accompany us into our bedrooms.

This article by writer @chaosintended is worth reading, she argues that the relationship we’re developing with our smartphones has become almost erotically intimate, that we’re now happy to confide our innermost desires to our sleek strokable gadgets. Not that anything is wrong with that, after all, without such technology you wouldn’t be reading these words.

So however you choose to find pleasure, do enjoy it.



Winter is coming…


From new story “Fall”:

In the silence Judith gazed ahead at the passing orange blur. There was something unsettling about Fall, watching a countryside that had once been verdant, so full of life, begin to wither. It was as if the spirit of the woods was dying – or fleeing, sensing the advance of a malign icy force lurking over the northern horizon. A presence that seemed to scare away the sun, robbing the day of its light, lengthening the shadows. You could already feel its chill breath blowing, sapping your energy, encouraging you to hide away inside. Was it any wonder there were myths of frost giants and ice dragons? For our ancestors the encroachment of winter must have felt like a malevolent invasion, like the world around them was fighting for its continued existence.

We’re all leaves, thought Judith. We start as buds, bursting with potential, growing into soft, lush verdant leaves during the seemingly endless springtime of our youth. Still to come, the long glorious Summer of our adulthood, as we soak up the sun’s rays and all life has to offer. And yet, Fall was a reminder of the fate that faced us all, slowly stiffening with the passage of time, feeling the warmth of the sun dimming. The caped vampires, the white-sheet ghosts and the yellow-eyed wolves were mere cartoons, distractions. The true horror of Halloween was that you, and everything you held dear, all you’d ever love and strive for, everything would ultimately shrivel and fall. It was inescapable, certain, unchangeable; eventually, we would all share the fate of the leaves…

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Hands up


Image: drumaboy@flickr

Imagine if that was the view from your classroom seat. Did you spot what’s below the blackboard? Did you wonder if it was ever used on naughty bottoms? Did you find yourself imagining what it would have been like to be summoned to the front and told to touch your toes, or bend over teacher’s desk?

If so, I commend your imagination – and you might like my next story…

Many thanks to those who’ve sent in your erotic writing questions. There’s already been some really good ones, which I’ve incorporated into my new writing class storyline. I plan to continue writing for a few weeks, meaning there’s still time to raise your hand.

So class, is there anything you’ve ever wanted to ask?

Erotic writing class. Any questions?

Imagine you’re at school – in an erotic writing class. Your teacher has just looked across the room and asked: “Any questions?” Would you put your hand up? What would you ask?

In true Charlie Kaufman style, I’m writing a story about writing erotic stories. So, if you have a question about writing or the creative process, here’s your chance to influence the direction of the story. Send it, and I’ll incorporate it.

… and at the back of the class, he saw a hand rise…

How to write stories!

Image: The Story Coaster by Grant Snider

Open question of the month: Have you ever wanted to write your own spanking stories?

If so, what stopped you? A lack of ideas? Being unsure of how to go about writing it? A lack of confidence? Or something else entirely?

Today is Love Our Lurkers Day!

To all those peeping through the keyhole, welcome!

I hope you find things here that inspire and arouse.

Don’t forget, you’re always welcome to say hello.

To leave a comment, or tell me what inspires you.

Those too shy are very welcome to continue their surreptitious peeping.

I do hope you continue to enjoy what you see…

which is your favorite story?

What a difficult question!

I’ve written such varied stories, from classic tales of schoolgirl discipline to lovers’ bedroom escapades, to erotic fairytales and spooky gothic ghost stories.

But I think my favourite stories are the longer immersive ones, the tales painted with sufficient detail to linger in my readers’ imaginations. Stories that offer new sights and experiences to the mind’s eye of those who read them, scenes that might be remembered and enjoyed like cherished memories.

So I think I’ll choose a story that I believe typifies what erotic fiction should be about. It’s a journey, starting many years ago in the fuzzy nostalgic hinterland where we first encounter our erotic selves. Like any good journey, the story has twists and turns, making the destination uncertain and unpredictable. It’s also edgy, it touches on taboo topics, even the dreams of the protagonists are surreal and disturbing, just like real erotic dreams often are. And like all the best journeys its ending is merely the end of a beginning.

I’ll choose Punishment Panties

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