Spanking Theatre

Spanking stories for the theatre between your ears


June 2017

Report to the Waiting Room

Just posted: the long awaited finale of The Sit Down Dance!

Will strict Miss Hastings uncover what the girls were up to? Or will the girls outsmart and evade their headmistress?

If you haven’t read the previous parts yet, do start at the beginning, here are links to all the parts of the story:

When you’re ready, please do report to the
waiting room and remove your underwear. The headmistress will see you

On an average afternoon, Miss Hastings
would tend to open her door to discover one or two red-faced young
ladies waiting outside. She would ask each girl for her note, tsk-tsk
her displeasure, then spin her around, lift her skirt, and tuck the hem
into back of her waistband. She would then promptly pull the poor girl’s
panties right down to her ankles, dashing the miscreant’s faint hopes
she’d somehow be reprieved. In this school, all naughty girls were
spanked on bare bottoms.

Once the girl had stepped out of
her panties, they were hung up on a little hook on the wall, and she was
told to sit back down on the bench. Bottoms now bared, most would gasp
in surprise as they sat down on the cold surface of the varnished wooden
bench. The seat was deliberately high off the ground, so most girls had
to place their hands on the bench and hoist themselves onto it. As her
feet dangled nervously above the floor, anyone sent here couldn’t help
but feel like a very silly little girl indeed.

The slipper
wasn’t the most painful implement the headmistress possessed, but it was
easily the most noisily ostentatious. Each spank produced a loud
slapping whack, which carried through the door and beyond, permeating
deep into the ears and minds of those waiting outside. Each girl would
stare at the floor contritely, squirming as she sat on her bare bottom,
already imagining her spanking had started…

A Price on Everything

The brilliant Oscar Wilde once wrote that a cynic was “… a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.“

If he could see our modern world, he would think we live in a very cynical age.

If we try to put a price on everything, we destroy the whimsical and sentimental cultural pleasures that enrich us all.

Tumblr faces this existential dilemma, and is currently trying to monetise its community of users. Millions who exchange what they enjoy for free, because sharing is the very essence of a shared culture.

I give away my work, because I consider conjuring an intimate image in a
faraway stranger’s imagination a tremendous privilege. One I value far
more than any coins you could place in my palm.

Like many content creators (and we are few), I write for the thrill of story-telling.

Were I to keep my stories to myself, I’d be like a library
without an entrance. My stories remaining locked away within my mind.
Slowly fading, until they’re gone forever.

what an age of wonder we inhabit. One where our words can effortlessly
travel across our planet, falling into the eyes of myriad readers,
conjuring into being unique new worlds in each receptive imagination, as
if by magic. That capability alone is extraordinary enough. So I
give away my work because participating in this sorcery is its own

And, I
write of intimate things. Shadow themes most of us would prefer to keep
private. By not demanding payment, readers are free to explore my
worlds in privacy, without announcing their most personal inclinations
to the internet’s sinister monetisation engines.

So consider what I write my gift. From my imagination, to yours.

But with the future of kinky blogs on Tumblr now uncertain, and long-standing cherished spanking blogs sadly fading away, I believe the value of a sharing culture is more important than ever. And one worth celebrating.

You might not appreciate it until it’s gone for good.

How to create characters in erotic stories


Image: Smiling Girl, a Courtesan, holding an obscene image, by Gerard van Honthorst, 1625. [Source]

Who is she?

Why not take a moment, see if you can conjure her in your mind. What’s her name, what’s her story?

Creating characters is a fundamental task for every story-teller. Memorable,  well-drawn characters are evocative, they help build stories readers care about, populated by individuals they want to imagine. In short, they help bring stories to life.

But being able to dream up engaging characters isn’t just a useful skill for writers, it’s also something that can enrich our  play in the bedroom (and for the adventurous, play outside the bedroom too).

Take, for instance, the lady painted by van Honthorst above. Smiling, vivacious, elegantly dressed. Who is she? Our fascination builds. Our minds seeking clues, as we attempt to render this 400 year-old image, seeking to turn paint into personality. How long did it take you to notice what she was holding? Did it surprise you? Does its presence change your own mental portrait of this young woman?

As it happens, this is the portrait of a prostitute. The image she holds has the inscription, “Wie kent mijn naers van afteren” or “Who can tell my backside from behind?”. It was not unusual for upmarket sex workers to have likenesses painted of themselves, so they could advertise their availability.

Great art challenges us, it surprises and delights us.

And so we cherish stories that can create something unexpected in our minds. The best  feel like they’re introducing us to newcomers, each with their own secrets and hidden depths.

But how do you create new characters? Where do these make-believe individuals spring from?

A while back, I posted a story entitled Cosmopolitan, at the heart of which was an erotic roleplaying weekend. Later, I decided to ask you, my readers, a provocative question:

If you attended a roleplaying weekend, what character would you choose to play?

The schoolgirl fantasy is one of the most popular amongst spanking aficionados, but I wanted respondents to be more specific. What kind of schoolgirl would they play? Would they choose a naughty character or an angelic one? Would they seek to dominate others or hide in the shadows?

In short, what were the archetypal characters? And how to go about choosing them?

I decided to use two belief spectra, attitudes that vary between individuals. The first will be familiar to those of a kinky disposition: Dominance and Submission. Put crudely, dominant individuals enjoy exerting their power, whilst submissive individuals enjoy following rules and having their boundaries challenged.

The second spectrum was Order and Chaos: where believers in order would respect and uphold social conventions and the expected rules of behaviour, whilst those who advocated chaos would get a thrill from acts of mischief, outrage and subversion.

This application of personality types is actually a useful tip for writers. In my stories I often plot different beliefs, traits and their opposites to help generate contrasting and varied characters. Putting the combinations together, we get 4 different categories, as shown in the quadrants below:


I subsequently refined each of these categories further, to create two or three characters for each, (I could easily have imagined more). This stage involved interpreting what each grouping actually represented. For instance, who might a seducer actually be? It might be a young woman who was  attracted to her classmates, or boys, or even older authority figures.

Now we have a whole cast of different characters. Let’s meet them, shall we?

The Seducers

The Seducers are dominant, self-confident individuals who enjoy disrupting social conventions.

One of these, The Siren, was to prove the most popular choice, with over a quarter of all votes cast. It seems many readers identify with the sassy, precocious nymphet. Perhaps this is not surprising, after all, who wouldn’t want to don a mask that bestowed allure and limitless sexual confidence? Especially one that stopped you caring about what others thought of your sexual self.

A similar character, The Seductress, also proved very popular. Unlike the Siren, her erotic interest is in her peers rather than authority figures. If you were so inclined, I imagine one could make quite a lot of intimate acquaintances during a long roleplaying weekend.

The Troublemakers

This group represents those who want to wilfully break the rules and have fun, the mavericks many secretly wish they could be.

The Minx proved a popular choice for many. For her, being at school is opportunity to play pranks and get up to mischief. She knows getting caught means a sore bottom, but she secretly quite likes having her panties pulled down, so it’s a price she’s happy to pay.

A subtly different character is The Thief, agile and quick-witted, her chaos is more considered: she loves to plan and pull off daring heists. It’s even better if she can pin the blame on some poor innocent victim, and watch their bottom being warmed instead of hers.

The third kind of trouble-maker is The Provocateur. She loves everything about spankings, and relishes getting herself and others into trouble. It’s even better when her mischief results in everyone having their bottom whacked.

The Watchers

This category comprises discreet individuals  those who aren’t quite bold enough to seduce or subvert.

Many readers identified with the Wallflower, whose preference is to sit back and watch the punishments of others. What if you could do that in real-life rather than vicariously through the internet? Many of you would like to watch it seems.

Another character who likes to observe is the Teacher’s Pet, but her observations are motivated more by a sense of duty, a desire to curry favour with those in authority, and see that good order is maintained. Many said they’d like to be Teacher’s eyes and ears, perhaps because you were always such good little girls at school, or maybe because the reward for telling tales is getting to witness the naughty getting their bottoms smacked.

The Royalty

I used Royalty to refer to two kinds of dominant individuals, those at the top of the social tree, who expect to be respected.

One of these is the Princess, who likes to use her femininity and grace to get away with some rather bratty behaviour. A Princess considers herself above spankings, but she may well find during a weekend away that she finally gets her long overdue lesson in humility, one delivered with her skirt up and panties down.

The Domina is a quite different individual. She uses her authority more proactively, to ensure the obedience of others. Around her, others do what they’re told, often erotic, humiliating things, all for her personal satisfaction. Perhaps reflecting that more readers of this blog have a submissive rather than dominant preference, only 4% of respondents said they’d play a domme.

Hopefully these examples have demonstrated that the next time you’re writing (or roleplaying) a teacher-student scene, your characters can be much subtler than just the clichéd ‘naughty’ schoolgirl. Think of their personalities, elaborate their motivations, and your stories (and playtimes) will be much richer experiences.

The Results

Finally, back to the original question. With these nine characters as the choices, I asked my readers which they’d choose if they could go away on a roleplaying weekend. More than 120 replied, and here are the results…


So, if you did go away and become a schoolgirl for a weekend, what might you expect? Applying the results to a representative classroom of 20 ladies, you’d enter an atmosphere of smouldering sexual tension, with 5 sirens and 3 seductresses. There would also be considerable mischief in the air, with 4 minxes, a thief and a provocateur lurking, each just waiting for the right opportunity to sow chaos and suspicion.

Not everyone is intent on causing trouble though, sitting quietly at the back of the class will be 3 wallflowers, and at the front, someone who wants to be the Teacher’s Pet. There’d also be a single princess, already considering herself to be the top girl of the class, and a domina, who knows she’s top girl. You could have a lot of fun being the only domme in a dormitory of submissive and adventurous girls.

And all this might leave you with one more question… how come no-one runs weekends like this?

An Importance Notice

This is an important notice for readers of this blog, especially those who don’t have a Tumblr account.

As of July 5th, Tumblr is going to change the visibility of adult blogs. This will mean unless you log in, you will be unable to access them. You can read an explanation of the changes here. If you run a NSFW blog, you’ll probably already have received a notification message from Tumblr yourself, whilst there’s still time, you might want to let your readers know.

One consequence of this change will be that pages on adult Tumblr blogs will suddenly disappear from search engine results. This will destroy the serendipity of chance discovery, all those who found this site because they were just curious about spanking and randomly googling, won’t be able to find blogs like this any more.

This change will also cut off kinky blogs from other sites in the community, breaking incoming links. Effectively, adult Tumblr blogs will be placed in a walled garden, a place only Tumblr users will be able to enter.

So given the precarious future of kink blogs on Tumblr, I’d suggest doing some of the following:

  • make a note of the mirror of this site, it’s not as polished as the Tumblr version, but has the same content. It might yet evolve to be my primary blog in time.
  • follow me on Twitter, I continue to post news and links to new content there, so you won’t miss anything.
  • follow me on Medium, I’ve already begun to cross-post some of my work here, it’s nicely designed and so easy to read.
  • connect with me on Fetlife, and do say hello if we’ve chatted before!

See you on the other channels!

Why do you like spanking?

“Why do you like spanking?” she asked.

I paused, and held her gaze. A pithy, flippant answer already beginning to coalesce in my mind.

But in her eyes, I saw something. Genuine curiosity.

So I hesitated, pondering.

How does one explain something as inexplicably personal as one’s own sexual tastes?

Perhaps I’d be able to answer her question if we were somehow able to meld our minds. If I could somehow show her my memories, and let her taste for herself the heady brew of passions and emotions that had shaped my sexual identity. If she could feel the impulses and experiences that had forged me. But I could not.

The best I could do was transcribe the complex tableau of my fantasies and desires into words, and then convert them one-by-one into subtle motions of my tongue. I would let them spill across the space between us, part of a crazy cascade of trillions of minuscule air molecules, that everyday miracle of physics we take for granted and call human speech.

The air I set in motion would make her eardrums quiver, and her mind would begin sifting order from amid the chaos, reconstituting my uttered words, and divining the meaning of what I’d said. Until they merged with the feverish electricity of her inner thoughts.

I knew that once the words left my mouth, I’d have no control over how they were interpreted. She might consider spanking an act of aggression, or think I was a brute, one who found satisfaction in physical violence. Someone who rejoiced in the pain and suffering of others. It might demolish her image of me, the one so meticulously curated from her very first impressions. She might glimpse my dark side, and think I was creepy.

And why do I like spanking?

How do you explain something that just feels right? It would be like trying to justify the delightful taste of chocolate, or the mellowness of a nice cup of tea.

Maybe I could explain it in terms of familiar physical sensations. That spanking was just sex without fucking. After all, you don’t need a cock for an orgasm, we all know a hand does just as well. The very same nerves are stimulated, not caring if they’re rubbed or stroked or slapped.

But it wasn’t just about novel sensations on neglected anatomy, choosing smacks on the buttocks over genital friction. After all, the pleasure of a spanking is experienced only by the recipient. Why did I like spanking, if all I was getting was a warm hand?

No, spanking demanded a psychological explanation too. That it wasn’t about the buttocks but the brain. That it was a means of tapping into both partners’ imaginations, a means of somehow elevating the shared sexual experience from the purely physical to the psychologically fantastic.

I could explain how the intimacy of sex comes from choosing to make yourself vulnerable, whether that’s by shedding your clothes, opening your legs, or presenting your bare bottom.

Or I could explain how spanking was an act of adult playfulness. By dressing up and acting out roles, this was a chance to indulge in grown-up games of misdemeanours and erotic consequences. And whilst a fucking might be over in minutes, a well-planned spanking might take hours. The growing anticipation, building to a crescendo of a cathartic punishment – and then, once a fire is ignited, who wouldn’t want to linger, and enjoy its glow?

Spanking could be just one of several kinky activities that might last all day, or unfold over several days. Or even become an ongoing private conspiracy, played in secret, with a brand new chapter improvised every night.

She was looking at me. I still hadn’t answered her question, we could both sense the sexual tension rising.

I pondered my answer, my heart racing.

The truth was, for many years, I’d harboured a secret. One I’d only ever revealed to my most intimate acquaintances.

That I like to spank smart, sexy women.

That I like to slowly peel down her panties, whilst telling her what a naughty girl she’s been.

That I like to spank her bare bottom until it is hot and pink and stingy.

That every now and then, I like to stop smacking, and perform an intimate inspection between her legs. My fingers sliding into her slick slit, or her tight little bottom hole.

That I like to spank and wank her to the edge of a climax.

That I like to spank her as she comes.

That’s why I liked spanking. But these were my secrets. She’d discover them herself, in time.

I realised I could never adequately explain why I liked spanking. My reasons were too personal, too uniquely mine. No words I could utter could really do them justice.

But I also understood her true question was one motivated by her own curiosity, her anxieties, and her need for reassurance. What she wanted to know was: would she like spanking too?

That question was much easier to answer.

“Why do I like spanking…?” I began, with a smile.

“Because it’s fun. And I do love to play…”

Do you have any stories where I’m forcibly regressed. Losing all the trappings and items that make me a young woman, turning me back to a time where I was looked upon as a silly little girl, shapeless and petie. easily controlled through punishment, forced to carry out the will of my guardian

Of course, regression is quite a popular fantasy.

Punishment Panties – my most popular story to date, features a strict governess who punishes a pair of wilful young ladies by spanking and dressing them like silly little girls.

Cosmopolitan is also worth reading, where adults play at being naughty schoolgirls for a weekend.

The Sit-Down Dance and Ups and Downs both feature a headmistress who controls naughty girls through punishments.

Christmas Present features a headstrong young lady who’s captured and punished like a little girl.

Fall is a tale of an impetuous young woman, who becomes a captive in a haunted house. And Runaway has a similar, spooky theme.

I know many readers fantasise about being captured, and being treated like naughty little girls and boys. If you’re one of them, I think you’ll enjoy imagining yourself as the star of these stories…

Self-Spanking and Corner Time


Every now and then I’m doing a self-spanking challenge by @spankingtheatre. I wanted to do this one for more than three months now, I think, but never found the time or was in the mood. Until today where I very spontanously decided that I should do it now.

It was very loud and I’m very wet now.

I’m at day 14 of my 30 day orgasm denial challenge and thought I should do something else then edge, when I was in the mood earlier. So, I decided to self-spank me (as I don’t have someone to do it for me at the moment ;)). I thought I should also mix it up with a challenge, so I went with this.

That meant, after self-spanking me, I had to put myself into corner time for 10 minutes.

I imagined a bedtime spanking because I love those. I got on the bed, my butt propped up with the help of two pillows and spanked myself with the back of my hairbrush this time. Not long enough but it was so loud and I didn’t want my neighbors to ring the doorbell and ask what’s up.

My ass did get into a nice shade of red/pink (which I tried to take a photo off but that didn’t turn out too good, so I deleted it again). And then I went into the corner. I put the hairbrush on my head to remind me of my posture and to remind me that I have to stand still. And then I stood there.

Well, my butt definitely tingled more this way than when I instantly sit down. At least as far as I can remember from the last times. It tingled and went warm and gosh, did I want to rub my clit. But no, I stood there, obediently, face against the white wall, hands behind my head, butt propped out, imagining my master being somewhere in the room after punishing me, me not knowing if he watches or not, if he is as turned on as I am – if he notices how turned on I am.

After a while I couldn’t hold my arms up like that anymore, but I kept them from my clit and changed my position slightly, pushing my nose against the wall, so I saw even less and my mind was fully on my ass (that sadly didn’t tingle anymore at that point) and my pussy that wanted attention so badly.

So, that was that. Now, I want to edge even more but I will keep myself from doing so. Already had two edges today and do want to denial myself from too many more.

A wonderful account of the joys of self-spanking! It does promote incredibly intense arousal – especially when coupled with denial, which is, after all, what you’d experience if you were ever spanked in the detention room.

If you’ve always wanted to be the one standing in the corner with a well-smacked bottom and a delicious tingling between your legs, perhaps you should try the self-spanking challenge too…

Eroticism Revisited

A joy of roleplaying is revisiting and eroticising past experiences that we missed the chance to eroticise first time around.

Perhaps we weren’t brave enough, or too wary of getting caught.

That romantic dinner where you were going to tell her to slip off her panties.

Or events that weren’t sexual at the time, but now looking back, and rendered by your sexual imagination, now seem unavoidably erotic.

Like that time you were alone with a teacher in detention that afternoon. Nothing happened of course, but all these years later you’re still imagining what might have happened had your school still believed in spankings.

Or we might think back to our most cherished sexual memories. You might wish you’d been stricter with a former lover, grabbing their wrist and putting them over your knee. Or wish a lover had been stricter with you, and smacked your bottom until it was deliciously sore, before you got the fucking of your life. But it never quite worked out.

Fantasies are an opportunity to play out an alternative reality that never existed. It’s never too late. We don’t need to pine after past lovers, or lament missed opportunities, what we desire we can always recreate, alone – or with a new lover, in the here and now.

We can dress up, and play detention in the privacy of our homes. That salacious dinner date can occur in your own dining room. You can bump into your lover in a bar, pretend you’re meeting for the very first time, and fuck wantonly in a hotel room an hour after saying hello.

I write these stories not just to arouse, but to provide inspirations. Scenes an erotic tourist might enjoy visiting. Settings you might like to incorporate into your own play, be that a strict school, a Christmas Party, a Regency manor or a medieval castle.

Never feel regret for sexual opportunities that escaped you. Preserve your intimate memories, and cherish those personal treasures, because they unique to you, and will fuel your very own fantasies. Do not despair, new characters will step onto your stage – and then, you will be ready to play.

And it will be astonishing.

A short story about what happens in the privacy of the polling booth.

Cast your vote.

Election Day

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