August is great; long hot summer days, rounded off by enjoyably steamy nights. Some great treats were posted this month too, including the latest part of The Sit-Down Dance, the beginning of a brand new Self-Spanking Challenge, as well as some more wonderful reader submissions.
May the last rays of August’s warm embrace tingle and delight you…
Yesterday, while returning from college I saw a girl standing in the corner of a first floor balcony with her hands over her head. I couldn’t stifle a giggle. I don’t know whether she heard me or not, but she must’ve sensed my presence, as she turned around and glared at me. She didn’t leave though, she just took down her hands from her head and continued to stand with her back to me.
I walked on but that memory remained. There could be a thousand innocent explanations for why she was standing like that – but in my mind it was corner time. My mind was whirling with possibilities. Had she already been spanked soundly and exiled to the corner by a stern disciplinarian … OR was the corner time merely a prelude to a stinging blush-inducing spanking? And what exactly had she done to deserve a spanking anyway…?
I just blushed and kept on wondering at the never-ending possibilities. But I did feel guilty for startling her like that. Poor girl, she must’ve been so embarrassed to hear me giggle. So I decided I must spank myself to atone for my rudeness. And since I’d laughed at a girl who was standing in a corner, I thought it only proper that I should spend a few minutes in the corner myself.
I decided to do corner time before spanking myself because I thought it’d prolong the agonizing anticipation. And it did. Those ten minutes were the most suspenseful moments of this year as yet for me. I’d closed my bedroom door and decided to draw back the curtain of one of the windows, one that had a full view of the street…
For ten whole minutes I tried to stand still with my hands on my head, fully clothed just like the young girl I’d seen. I was terribly on edge though – whenever I heard footsteps or sounds of passing cars I tensed up. Once I thought I heard a couple walk by because there were frenzied whisperings in two voices, one girlish and one hoarse and manly. I cringed. Were they pointing at me and laughing? Oh, if only I could hear the words they were saying! Finally the ten minutes were over and I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d really learnt my lesson. Corner time is nothing to giggle about.
There was still the matter of my spanking to consider. A pity she couldn’t witness that – she’d have been really really pleased to see my comeuppance. I got hold of a dark pink wooden hairbrush which had lurked for ages in a bottom drawer. I’d never thrown it away, even though I never use it to brush my hair. Maybe it was predestined for that one day I’d use it to smack my own bottom…
I placed myself on the edge of the bed one hand reaching behind me to touch my bottom with the edges of my hairbrush. I hadn’t taken down my panties yet – I wanted to savour the moment – the caresses of the bristles were so sensual, lighting a fire somewhere deep within me. Then I finally pulled down my panties, rearranged myself and tapped the brush on my bare cheeks.
I decided on 14 strokes, 7 on each cheek. I started by spanking my left cheek first as hard as I dared. It didn’t hurt so much but there was a fiery tingle, all the more intense for it made quite an impact. Six more till the left cheek was done. I spanked myself slowly trying to maintain a nice even rhythm. DONE. Now for the right cheek. This cheek didn’t throb and tingle like the other one so I spanked it twice as hard, taking my time till I reached 7 spanks.
Now that I’ve finished, I’ve decided to write this immediately while my smacked bottom is still tingling. I’m writing all this while sitting on a hard straight-backed chair. I’m excited and frantic with arousal which is making me fidget a lot.
Anyway, thanks a lot for an inspiring playtime. Because of your stories, I now imagine erotic possibilities everywhere – even in mundane, everyday sights. I’ve never spoken to that girl I saw, or even met her before that fateful day, but I really hope that one day she’ll read this post and recognise her predicament, and smile at the eroticism she inspired.
Thank you, dear reader, for your wonderfully evocative submission!
And you are quite right, corner time is nothing to giggle about. Your restitution was appropriate, adopting the position you’d considered so lightly, standing hands on head where you too might be seen. That someone else might glimpse your shame, as your mind fills with thoughts of the bottom smacking that you had earned.
Your spanking was simple, yet effective. A wooden hairbrush on your bare bottom. I particularly liked how you then took the initiative to write up your experience whilst sitting on your sore cheeks, on the hard seat of a straight-backed chair. I wonder, did you learn that from the self-spanking challenge?
But most of all I’m delighted how you’re now seeing erotic possibilities everywhere, even in the most mundane, everyday sights. Because there’s a secret world of eroticism out there, maybe just glimpsed in the corner of our eye, only visible to those who truly take the time to look…
But there’s still room for new ideas, so if you’ve a suggestion you’d like to see incorporated into the challenge, do drop me a message. A chance to ponder: what aspects of spanking would you like to explore?
This is the 2nd part of the Self-Spanking Challenge!
What is it? It’s the latest in a weekly series of posts, that aims to encourage and inspire the curious to explore spanking activities. All in the privacy of your own bedroom.
If you missed the first part, you can start it here. But feel free to follow at your own pace, whenever you have the time and inclination, there’s no hurry to keep up with the latest posting.
Challenge – Day 2
In today’s challenge you’re going to get your bare bottom spanked. I’m going to teach you about the consequences of choices. And then you’re going to sit down on your smacked bottom and write about what you’ve learned…
From this, I hope I’ve made a convincing case that good preparation is the key to a satisfying self-spanking. And how a few simple choices allow you to begin crafting a playground tailored to your own imagination…
The first choice will be choosing the implement you’ll be using for your spanking. Hard or soft? An item from a classroom or a bedroom? Choose that now, and fetch it if you need to.
Next, choose the location for your spanking, and the position you’ll adopt. Remember, somewhere comfortable is best, one that allows your dominant arm to reach back and spank unimpeded. Decide on that position now.
Finally, choose how long your spanking will be. If you’re brand new to spanking, choose a small number of spanks, like 6 or 12. Those with more experience, and who want to feel the sensation of a sore bottom, might choose a much higher number.
A tip: if the number of spanks is greater than 30, set the duration of your spanking in minutes and place a timer in front of you. That way you won’t get distracted by having to keep count. A 2 minute spanking can result in a nicely warmed pink bum. Try 3 or even 4 minutes if you’re feeling especially naughty, and really deserve a sore bottom.
Good, panties down then and into your chosen position.
Now, you may commence your spanking.
Afterwards, when you’ve got your breath back, you may get up – but without rubbing your bottom or genitals. Now sit down on your bare bottom, and begin writing. You may write publicly on your blog, or privately in your own journal.
I challenge you to write about the choices you made, what you chose and why.
I challenge you to describe how your spanking made you feel. Did you find it arousing, or sore and humbling? Have you experienced a spanked bottom before, or is this a new sensation? If it’s new to you, were you surprised by what you felt?
I challenge you to describe how it feels to be sitting on a sore bottom writing about a spanking. Is this an experience you think you might like to incorporate into your own fantasy play? Did you picture yourself in a fantasy setting? Like sitting in a school detention, or being sent to your bedroom by your own strict governess?
And if you were repeating this task, what one choice would you choose differently?
There is a lot of variety possible in self-spankings, isn’t there? Different sensations, countless fantasies, choices for pain and choices for pleasure…
When you’ve finished, post what you’ve written with the tags #selfspankingchallenge and #selfspankingchallenge2
And then, I think it’s only fair I allow you to take care of the needy ache between your legs.
The next challenge will be posted next weekend. In the meantime, I, and your fellow readers, look forward to reading about your experience…
It took so long to complete because I wanted to paint an experience, one so vivid it could be remembered with the detail of cherished memories from long-ago. I wanted to transport each reader’s imagination away to that night at Firecrest Manor, so each scene might enter your erotic lexicon, the treasure chest of imagery we dip into when generating our fantasies.
The magic of fiction is that by reading a story we add new sights to our mind’s eye. So those who’ve read my latest story will now have imagined punishment panties, intimate bottom inspections, bathtime spankings, toilet predicaments, dressing up, panty play in public and whatever other moments made them tingle. These are gifts of discrete imagination, new treats to add to your collection – and unlike Alice’s laptop, they’ll be safety retained in your most secure and private repository, the one between your ears.
I originally wrote this piece a few years back, but the process of crafting and polishing words I describe remains a big part of how I write, something I hope should still be evident in recent stories like Coming of Age and The Sit-Down Dance.
Welcome to the first day of the much-requested Self-Spanking Challenge!
This will be a series of posts, posted about a week or so apart, with the aim of encouraging the curious reader to explore and indulge in spanking activities, in the privacy of your own bedroom.
We’ll begin at the shallow end, with a few short writing assignments that will encourage you to put into words why spanking holds such fascination. Perhaps it’s the sensations, or imagining the erotic jeopardy of submitting to an authority figure, or maybe it’s a powerful memory from long ago, or something else entirely.
Later, as you become more comfortable with the sensations of spanking, the challenges will become more physical, introducing new scenarios and ideas for playing. You’ll always be in control, and you can skip any challenge you feel uncomfortable doing. And as you’re in charge, your bottom will only ever be as sore as you want it to be.
If you have an anonymous blog, I’d strongly encourage you to post a quick write-up after each challenge. If you don’t, I’d still encourage you to write about the challenge, either in a private journal or document. If you want your thoughts posted anonymously later on, I’m happy to post submissions on my own blog.
So, ready to get started?
Challenge – Day 1
Write a short post entitled “Why spanking fascinates me”.
It might be a formative experience, one you experienced yourself, or perhaps witnessed, or even watched on screen or read about.
And how do spankings make you feel? Have you always found them arousing? Or do you find them daunting and intimidating? How does the culture you grew up in consider spankings?
And have you ever been spanked? If so, how did that feel? If not, are you ready to feel what it’s actually like?
Then, post what you write with the tags #selfspankingchallenge and #selfspankingchallenge1
The next challenge will be posted next weekend, when you might very well be getting your bottom smacked. In the meantime, I look forward to reading your experiences…
Light smacks on the pussy can be very arousing, especially when coupled with smacks to the upper thighs, a perfect location for anyone who feels unable to spank their bottom with as much force as they’d like.
Add a nice stingy implement, like a ruler or spatula, and the intrepid erotic explorer makes possible all kinds of physical sensations, from little taps to breath-taking smacks. No contortions necessary.
Inspire your imagination with a good spanking story, let it transport you, and enjoy your playtime…