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February 2015

I’ve posted some interesting links recently on my Twitter feed – from Japanese Love Hotels (watch the documentary if you can) to how Fifty Shades is increasing interest in kinky practices. Worth a browse. And don’t forget to follow and say hello.

@SpankingTheatre on Twitter

I’ve posted some interesting links recently on my Twitter feed – from Japanese Love Hotels (watch the documentary if you can) to how Fifty Shades is increasing interest in kinky practices. Worth a browse. And don’t forget to follow and say hello.

@SpankingTheatre on Twitter

Lupercalia

Today seems a perfect time to repost this…

Something caught Jenny’s eye. She stopped and squinted into the brightly lit case as her classmates milled past her. Inside was what looked like a thin leather strap, discoloured black and desiccated by age. Had the object been intact it would have been as long as her forearm, but instead it lay broken in 4 unequal lengths. Curiosity piqued, her eyes scanned the caption card beside it.

FEBRUA
Leather (likely goat hide)  ~140 BC.
Found: Tiburi (now Tivoli), central Italy, 1855.

“Believed to be a flogging whip, intended for the purification and fertility rites of the festival of Lupercalia. Celebrated annually, beginning on the Ides (the 13th) and climaxing on the 15th of February, these purgative rituals held such significance in the Roman calendar that the month of Februarius was named after them. Although Lupercalia was a fertility rite, scholars believe its proximity to the contemporary St Valentine’s Day (the 14th) is purely coincidental.”

Jenny quivered. Recently, she’d become a reluctant expert on the subject of flogging. Only yesterday she’d neglected to do her Latin homework, and been kept behind after school to finish it. And the school rules were very clear, pupils who missed an assignment would find themselves completing it – whilst sitting on a sore spanked bottom…

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Lupercalia

Today seems a perfect time to repost this…

Something caught Jenny’s eye. She stopped and squinted into the brightly lit case as her classmates milled past her. Inside was what looked like a thin leather strap, discoloured black and desiccated by age. Had the object been intact it would have been as long as her forearm, but instead it lay broken in 4 unequal lengths. Curiosity piqued, her eyes scanned the caption card beside it.

FEBRUA
Leather (likely goat hide)  ~140 BC.
Found: Tiburi (now Tivoli), central Italy, 1855.

“Believed to be a flogging whip, intended for the purification and fertility rites of the festival of Lupercalia. Celebrated annually, beginning on the Ides (the 13th) and climaxing on the 15th of February, these purgative rituals held such significance in the Roman calendar that the month of Februarius was named after them. Although Lupercalia was a fertility rite, scholars believe its proximity to the contemporary St Valentine’s Day (the 14th) is purely coincidental.”

Jenny quivered. Recently, she’d become a reluctant expert on the subject of flogging. Only yesterday she’d neglected to do her Latin homework, and been kept behind after school to finish it. And the school rules were very clear, pupils who missed an assignment would find themselves completing it – whilst sitting on a sore spanked bottom…

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Venus and Cupid

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Image: Venus Whipping Cupid with Roses, Giovanni Luigi Valesio

Today is the Ides of February.

Did you know that long before the modern world chose Valentine’s Day as its designated day of love, there was the ancient Roman festival of Lupercalia?
Did you know that it began on the Ides (the 13th) and climaxed on the 15th of February, and consisted of purification and fertility rites that held such significance in the Roman calendar that the month of Februarius was named after them?

Although Lupercalia was a fertility rite, scholars believe its proximity to the contemporary St Valentine’s Day is purely coincidental. And that is why Venus is spanking Cupid in a 17th century woodcut. It depicts the echoes of half-remembered rituals still reverberating.

If you have someone special in your life, you are blessed. Tell them how much you love them, then show how much, by baring their bottom and spanking them pink. Or send them this post and be waiting ready for a spanking when they get home.

You’ll be reviving a tradition that goes back over 2000 years. Spanking is love. A warm bottom and a contented heart. Such is the wisdom of the ancients.

And if you need any further inspiration, lend me your imagination, and I’ll tell you a story

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Venus and Cupid

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Image: Venus Whipping Cupid with Roses, Giovanni Luigi Valesio

Today is the Ides of February.

Did you know that long before the modern world chose Valentine’s Day as its designated day of love, there was the ancient Roman festival of Lupercalia?
Did you know that it began on the Ides (the 13th) and climaxed on the 15th of February, and consisted of purification and fertility rites that held such significance in the Roman calendar that the month of Februarius was named after them?

Although Lupercalia was a fertility rite, scholars believe its proximity to the contemporary St Valentine’s Day is purely coincidental. And that is why Venus is spanking Cupid in a 17th century woodcut. It depicts the echoes of half-remembered rituals still reverberating.

If you have someone special in your life, you are blessed. Tell them how much you love them, then show how much, by baring their bottom and spanking them pink. Or send them this post and be waiting ready for a spanking when they get home.

You’ll be reviving a tradition that goes back over 2000 years. Spanking is love. A warm bottom and a contented heart. Such is the wisdom of the ancients.

And if you need any further inspiration, lend me your imagination, and I’ll tell you a story

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Make Us Your Slaves

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The Fifty Shades movie opens today, a good opportunity for a topical post. Did you know the original books have sold over 100 million copies, and been translated into 52 languages? To put that in context, Wolf Hall, the critically acclaimed tale of Tudor intrigue had sold about 3 million copies by last year (mostly in the UK and the USA).

In the UK, Fifty Shades of Grey is the fastest-selling paperback of all time, despite poor reviews that have criticised not just the quality of its writing but also the disturbingly manipulative abusive relationship at its centre. 

So how has a poorly written book about a belittled woman and her privileged stalker managed to become so successful?

Part of the reason might be it’s the literary equivalent of fast food, easy to pick up (eBook, stations, supermarkets), easy to consume (you don’t have to think too much) and naughty enough to be considered a guilty pleasure. But I think the real secret of Fifty Shades’ success is that it isn’t really about kinky sex, it’s about the fetishisation of Power – and the sexual attractiveness of massive wealth.

Would Fifty Shades have been anywhere near as popular if protagonist Christian Grey was, like most 27-old males, a young professional striving to build a career, who was still renting or sharing a flat. Of course not. That’s the world we’re all too familiar with, a reality that doesn’t excite us.

Fifty Shades is an escapist fantasy, of helicopters and penthouses, exotic destinations and luxury goods. The leading lady is seduced not by a man, but his lifestyle. But she doesn’t submit to him, she’s emotionally manipulated until she eventually surrenders. The story is a surprisingly old-fashioned parable – in exchange for a life of luxury she trades away her virtue. Although he wins her with all the subtlety of a grey knight corporate raid, even formalising her obedience to his domineering demands with a written contract.

That Fifty Shades is Business Porn with kinky trappings is no great secret. After all, its original title was Master of the Universe, a term borrowed from Tom Wolfe’s tale of 80s excess The Bonfire of the Vanities, which has since come to refer to self-aggrandising members of untouchably powerful business cabals.

Fifty Shades is a celebration of modern predatory capitalism, American Psycho without any of the irony. Not that this should be any surprise, money has always been a turn-on, and now we live in the age of The 1%, of magnates and oligarchs. Wealth, rather than royalty, is now the ultimate measure of social status. Centuries ago, wish-fulfilment stories would have featured a Prince Charming in a gilded cloak and a golden carriage. Now the fantasy is being seduced by a billionaire on a private yacht, and somehow capturing his heart.

Yet ask someone what Fifty Shades is about, and I bet they’ll use words like “kinky”, “bondage” and “whipping”. And that, perhaps, is the book’s unwitting genius, because the explicit sex helps camouflage the bullying behaviour of Mr Grey. Whips and anal sex titillate the reader, suggesting that what they’re reading is naughty, forbidden and transgressive. But I wonder how many see the real message: that secretly we’re all whores, willing suffer any degradation to become part of the social elite.

Because rather than challenge the plutocratic super-rich, we look up to them, admire them, and aspire to join them. Ask yourself this: what would you do if you found yourself catching the eye of a billionaire, a modern genie with the power to grant your every whim? 

It seems many of us would be quite happy to kneel obediently before his cock, to masturbate when he commands us, and bend over submissively when it’s time to be fucked…

Of course, we might tell ourselves we’d never do that, we’d never sell our love or our principles! But deep down we know it’s easier to be a whore than a hero, to give ourselves away in exchange for gifts rather than struggling to earn them. And that’s the power of fantasies, an alternate reality we can play out in our imaginations, exploring all those secret things we’d rather not admit.

The figures speak for themselves, the wealth-worshipping fantasy that is Fifty Shades has attracted over 100 million readers. But dismissing it as poorly written trash is to ignore the fundamental message about human nature at its core, one which deserves to be much better appreciated. 

Dostoyevsky put it best in The Grand Inquisitor:

“In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say: Make us your slaves, but feed us.”

A truth at the heart of many fantasies, don’t you think?

Make Us Your Slaves

image

The Fifty Shades movie opens today, a good opportunity for a topical post. Did you know the original books have sold over 100 million copies, and been translated into 52 languages? To put that in context, Wolf Hall, the critically acclaimed tale of Tudor intrigue had sold about 3 million copies by last year (mostly in the UK and the USA).

In the UK, Fifty Shades of Grey is the fastest-selling paperback of all time, despite poor reviews that have criticised not just the quality of its writing but also the disturbingly manipulative abusive relationship at its centre. 

So how has a poorly written book about a belittled woman and her privileged stalker managed to become so successful?

Part of the reason might be it’s the literary equivalent of fast food, easy to pick up (eBook, stations, supermarkets), easy to consume (you don’t have to think too much) and naughty enough to be considered a guilty pleasure. But I think the real secret of Fifty Shades’ success is that it isn’t really about kinky sex, it’s about the fetishisation of Power – and the sexual attractiveness of massive wealth.

Would Fifty Shades have been anywhere near as popular if protagonist Christian Grey was, like most 27-old males, a young professional striving to build a career, who was still renting or sharing a flat. Of course not. That’s the world we’re all too familiar with, a reality that doesn’t excite us.

Fifty Shades is an escapist fantasy, of helicopters and penthouses, exotic destinations and luxury goods. The leading lady is seduced not by a man, but his lifestyle. But she doesn’t submit to him, she’s emotionally manipulated until she eventually surrenders. The story is a surprisingly old-fashioned parable – in exchange for a life of luxury she trades away her virtue. Although he wins her with all the subtlety of a grey knight corporate raid, even formalising her obedience to his domineering demands with a written contract.

That Fifty Shades is Business Porn with kinky trappings is no great secret. After all, its original title was Master of the Universe, a term borrowed from Tom Wolfe’s tale of 80s excess The Bonfire of the Vanities, which has since come to refer to self-aggrandising members of untouchably powerful business cabals.

Fifty Shades is a celebration of modern predatory capitalism, American Psycho without any of the irony. Not that this should be any surprise, money has always been a turn-on, and now we live in the age of The 1%, of magnates and oligarchs. Wealth, rather than royalty, is now the ultimate measure of social status. Centuries ago, wish-fulfilment stories would have featured a Prince Charming in a gilded cloak and a golden carriage. Now the fantasy is being seduced by a billionaire on a private yacht, and somehow capturing his heart.

Yet ask someone what Fifty Shades is about, and I bet they’ll use words like “kinky”, “bondage” and “whipping”. And that, perhaps, is the book’s unwitting genius, because the explicit sex helps camouflage the bullying behaviour of Mr Grey. Whips and anal sex titillate the reader, suggesting that what they’re reading is naughty, forbidden and transgressive. But I wonder how many see the real message: that secretly we’re all whores, willing suffer any degradation to become part of the social elite.

Because rather than challenge the plutocratic super-rich, we look up to them, admire them, and aspire to join them. Ask yourself this: what would you do if you found yourself catching the eye of a billionaire, a modern genie with the power to grant your every whim? 

It seems many of us would be quite happy to kneel obediently before his cock, to masturbate when he commands us, and bend over submissively when it’s time to be fucked…

Of course, we might tell ourselves we’d never do that, we’d never sell our love or our principles! But deep down we know it’s easier to be a whore than a hero, to give ourselves away in exchange for gifts rather than struggling to earn them. And that’s the power of fantasies, an alternate reality we can play out in our imaginations, exploring all those secret things we’d rather not admit.

The figures speak for themselves, the wealth-worshipping fantasy that is Fifty Shades has attracted over 100 million readers. But dismissing it as poorly written trash is to ignore the fundamental message about human nature at its core, one which deserves to be much better appreciated. 

Dostoyevsky put it best in The Grand Inquisitor:

“In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say: Make us your slaves, but feed us.”

A truth at the heart of many fantasies, don’t you think?

Do you have an idea of when your next story will be posted?

I have a few stories in progress at the moment, if I think they’ll make good short stories I might post them soon. But if I think only a longer story will do the ideas justice, they might take a bit longer to appear.

I’d be interested to hear readers’ thoughts on this. What would you prefer: a story you can finish in 5 minutes, or a 15 minute read in which you can properly lose yourself?

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