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Spanking Theatre

Spanking stories for the theatre between your ears

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June 2019

Have you ever done a scene with two or more other people? Did it go well? I really want to get spanked with another woman, or be spanked by two people. Sometimes I fantasize about being a schoolgirl in detention and being used by a senior teacher to teach a junior teacher how to administer a spanking…

Spanking with others is wonderful.

After all, shame and embarrassment are important factors in any good spanking, and they’re only amplified by being punished in front of others.

I know many fantasise about being in detention with other girls.

For a start, there’s the thrill of being dressed up, knowing your fate, and waiting your turn. Those who like to be spanked also like watch the humiliation of others. How they tingle when it’s others’ turn to bend over, gawping as their skirts are raised, and their panties lowered. They like to see their classmates’ bare bottoms, and the little slit hidden in between.

Those in detention find themselves trembling with excitement as they watch others being spanked. Experiencing each smack vicariously, feeling each echo between her own legs. Perhaps each girl should really be writing her lines, or composing her essay, but she can’t help sneaking a peek, glancing forwards to the pinkening cheeks of her classmate.

Then afterwards, that climactic moment of eye contact with the girl who’s just been spanked. The one that says: that was agony! But also: that was amazing! And also: it will be your turn soon.

And you know exactly how much she’ll enjoy sitting on her sore stinging bottom, as you receive the same discipline she so stoically received. You know you’ll have to suppress your struggles, how you’ll have to struggle to retain control of yourself, not wanting to disgrace yourself, such would be shame of crying or kicking like a silly little girl.

Such is the joy of social spankings. Each so much more than just a short trip over the knee for a smacked bottom. This is an erotic group drama, extended, enriched and prolonged by every girl that sits alongside you. No wonder misbehaviour at this school is never banished, and the detention room always seems so well-attended.

I should really run some more group detentions. Perhaps those who fantasise about such situations should straighten their uniform, and knock firmly on my study door…

An Essay on Self-Forgiveness

An anonymous reader writes:

Thank you very much for pointing out the distinction between failing on
purpose and failing due to other responsibilities. I find I am so
wrapped up in the WHAT sometimes that I miss the WHY. I took your
advice, and spent my evening writing an essay. If you don’t mind, I
would like to take you up on your offer and share it with you.

Why I Need to be Punished

Guilt is a powerful force. While I do not know why we put ourselves
through it, I would guess it has to do with our evolution. We have
evolved to be social animals and feeling guilt (or sometimes even the
mere thought of it) helps curb selfish desires for the good of the
group. In this way, a negative feeling nets a positive result-
experiencing it can help someone grow. Such power also comes at a price. When left unresolved or internalized
for too long, guilt can become paralyzing. It can make someone spiral
down- and make them shrink.

In only 25 years I have managed to accumulate my fair share of guilt.
Some of it stems from small, harmless if not naughty gambits for a
reaction. On the other hand, over the years there has also been blatant
defiance- some truly bad behavior. These have been my choices- my
actions, my words. Left unaddressed, they have eaten away at me.

I grew up in a chaotic but loving household. There were few rules and
fewer consequences. We were encouraged to fail, to learn, and to move
on. I struggled with failure, but more importantly, I struggled with
moving on.

I find it all too easy to spiral into a cycle of self-criticism. Every
time I make a mistake it becomes another reason to stop trying and
stagnate.

That is no way to live. I need to move on. I needed
resolution. I craved punishment for my misdeeds.

I started looking up “spanking” in the dictionary when I was 12. The
internet eventually led me to self-spanking, and what a relief it was to
see it wasn’t just me who has the urge to smack my own bottom! As a
teen I began experimenting, and eventually found myself regulating my
guilt and then actions through spanking. I would write rules down in the
back of my school note books- like going to bed at a reasonable hour or
being nice to my sister, even when she was being annoying!

This was the
discipline I wasn’t getting. While some see rules as confining, I feel
just the opposite. Rules created with self-improvement in mind provide a
structure to thrive in- just like a tomato cage helps the plant to grow
tall and produce its best fruits, rules and discipline help me do the
same.

With discipline I can fail, and instead of spiralling downward I am caught by the
safety net that is punishment- specifically spanking.

The ritual of spanking (performed alone or with another’s help) is very
much a cleansing rite for me. When I am put in the corner and scolded my
transgressions are clearly defined. There is no doubt. When my bottom
is bared and raised it is an act of submission and an admission of
guilt. Each smack upon stinging smack serves to drive out the guilt until
only forgiveness is left.

I do not need to cry to feel this release- to forgive myself for my
transgressions. I rarely will when self-spanking. Writing this essay,
however, has me very close. I have never put to words any of my
reasoning- why I want to obey, why I set rules for myself or follow the
rules others set for me, why I self-spank. This is probably because
subconsciously I knew doing so has left me feeling vulnerable.

So thank you for suggesting I write this essay. I have a lot to think about.


Thank you, dear reader.

Essay writing can be a powerful reflective tool. An exercise in delving deep into your own mind, as you attempt to understand and explain the reasons you feel a certain way, and then grappling with the words that manage to express them.

I often set essays for those I discipline. I find they can be a highly effective means of education, especially when the student sits on her bare bottom, on a hard wooden chair, her sore cheeks still stinging from a spanking. And begins to write…

Your essay makes several very insightful points, on the power of
guilt and the necessity of self-forgiveness. Yet it is important these
strong feelings of self-criticism do not become self-loathing and
self-harm, and I feel the eroticisation of spanking helps temper these
strong emotions, a positive force preventing a drift to psychological
extremes. 

Like you say, you know the difference at the end. A spanking that is an act of self-forgiveness results in feelings of relief and positivity. Without that psychological lift, it is simply an act of physical self-harm, which would have only negative mental repercussions once the pain-induced endorphins wear off.

That’s why a good spanker always dispenses forgiveness, once the bottom is sore, the debt is paid. Misdemeanours never linger.

That’s why after a spanking, a naughty girl is a good girl again.

spankingtheatre:

Every Princess deserves her own Throne.

Here’s how to create one of your own…

Since tumblr changed politics I haven’t been able to find many great pussy spanking resources, any suggestions? :c

If you’re logged into BDSMLR, you’ll find plenty of gifs of bare slits being slapped, smacked, whipped and flogged.

Do say hello if you visit!

Treasure Hunt

spankingtheatre:

A bedtime story for those who still love to play

She’d been so close!
Agonisingly close!
She’d frantically scrambled around the utility room as the buzzing between her legs rose to a dizzying crescendo. Trying to retain her composure, to resist the temptation to sink to her knees and let the delicious wave of pleasure wash over her. All the while, he stood behind her holding the magic wand, chuckling at her slapstick search, gleefully reminding her that her time was almost up.

Moments later, the bell rang – and the vibrations between her legs abruptly stopped.
She squealed, emptying her lungs in frustration.
She had lost again. And that meant another visit to the spanking chair.
Rules were rules.

By tradition, the first Friday night of each month was Treasure Hunt night. The game had evolved over all the years they’d been together, and would now undoubtedly shock their friends with its brazen kinkiness and erotic inventiveness.

The objective of the game was simple. An object would be hidden somewhere in the house, and the seeker had six minutes to find it, all the while being shepherded by the devilishly distracting sensations of the remote control vibrator…

Keep reading

Next in the alphabetical retrospective of past stories is Treasure Hunt.

The previous post served as an appropriate prelude, as the central theme of this story is playfulness, the switch couple have invented their own little naughty game, with the winner taking charge for a night, in what has become a series of increasingly outrageous sex games.

This will be a familiar theme if you’ve my posts on the naughty well-behaved, and the secret of sexual spontaneity.

Fundamentally, this is a story about building your own sexual reality. It is a quest to discover what really turns your partner on, because really, that’s the greatest aphrodisiac of all.

But the very best sexual experiences often involve activities experienced for the very first time. Sometimes we don’t really know what we desire, and are reluctant to spell out what we want. And there is great pleasure in being surprised. That’s only possible inside a strong partnership, committed to continuing exploration and experimentation.

Those discoveries are the true Treasure.

And they’re well worth the Hunt.

Leading Lady

spankingtheatre:

Come be my leading lady

I’ve a one-off erotic drama

Improvised and unscripted

Created just for you

Don’t worry, I’ll direct things

No need to learn the words

Or justify your filthiness

I know what you can’t express

There’s no shame upon this stage

Turn your mind off, and just be

Nor any need for rolling cameras

My keen blue eyes see further

Than any lens of glass can see

Peering deep inside to glimpse

That secret side

You love to hide

Come star in my performance

I need only one

Be my focus of attention

Be the centre of the sun

When will your next story come? I just love these.

Have you really read them all ready?

Since finishing the last one, Oubliette, I’ve been working on the two new stories I have in development. Already, they are very hot indeed…

Hey, do you have any pussy spanking game? I’ll love to play something like that!!!

There are actually several pussy spanking games here…

Imagine you’ve been sent to detention in a school where teachers are
no longer permitted to spank students, who must instead spank themselves
between their legs. Imagine what it would feel like to arrive at
detention and see a wooden ruler on the desk in front of you, knowing
what you had to do next.

Or maybe your pussy is being spanked because you’ve been caught masturbating. But first there’s the ritual of being shaved completely bare, before you are thoroughly inspected and wiped.

If you like those kind of fantasies, you might like to try the instructions in the original Pussy Spanking post.

Or perhaps you’d like to try something more adventurous, and make your own Punishment Girdle. They can be worn secretly underneath clothes, for surreptitious spanking delights.

You could even try some of the self-spanking games – but spank your pussy instead of smacking your bottom. You’ll find there’s lots of transferable ideas for roleplaying and various spanking activities in those posts.

Have fun!

Naughty Game #22: Bottom Wiping

Previous naughty games are here.

Just imagine: you’ve been bent over by your disciplinarian. Perhaps over their knee, or made to touch your toes. Your skirt has been flipped up, and your panties slowly lowered. Soon, you know you will be spanked, but first, there are other humiliations to endure.

A series of slaps to your inner thighs remind you to spread your legs, to expose your most intimate places to their inspection.

“Are you clean for me?” you’re asked.

Well, are you?

How to Play

This game encourages the exploration of an often-neglected disciplinary
activity, the wiping of a sub’s bottom with a tissue. This can be a solo
activity, where the player wipes themselves, or performed by a partner.

For those playing solo, bottom wiping can be performed before, during or after you masturbate. Begin by imagining your scenario, perhaps you’ve been sent to see the headmaster, or Daddy is going to be up soon to give you a bedtime spanking. So you stop off in the bathroom, to rub your soon to be sore bottom. Knowing you’ll be inspected too, you run a tissue between your cheeks, knowing that’s what your disciplinarian is going to do.

Will your wiping start beneath your vagina, your fingers rubbing the tissue around your bottom hole? Or will you place the tissue on your mound, so you can wipe down the full length of your wet and tingly slit? How good it feels. You want to dry yourself, so your spanker doesn’t how aroused you’ve become, but the wiping never seems to soak up your juices, if anything such intimate stroking only seems to make you seep even more.

Perhaps you won’t be able to control yourself, and you’ll masturbate to climax in the bathroom, trying to rub your juices away.

Or maybe you’ll be good, and report to be disciplined with a nice clean hole.

Now you can imagine how your disciplinarian will undress and inspect you, how they’ll spread your legs spread wide, so a thorough examination may begin.

Fetch a tissue, it might be a dry one, or a wet wipe, or a thick paper tissue with a squirt of lotion in it. For increased sensations from wet wipes, try putting them in the fridge first.

Let the tissue cover fully your fingers, so they reach between your thighs until the tissue is resting against your bare mound. Imagine your disciplinarian with your hand between your legs like that, as you’re bent over their lap, or over a table.

Perhaps school rules are very clear on personal grooming, a smooth bare slit at all times, otherwise it’s a return visit for another spanking after an appointment with the school nurse’s razor. Does the tissue glide easily across your smooth skin, without prickling?

Let your fingers curl, cupping the tissue snugly against your crotch.

Imagine what your disciplinarian would be telling you:

“Before the cane, all naughty girls must have their bottoms wiped.”

“I hope you’ve kept yourself clean, young lady, there’s no excuse for poor hygiene.”

Begin to slide the tissue backwards, following the swollen folds of your slit. Its passage lubricated by your own excitement. Your arousal is obvious, but quite natural, all girls glisten before their bottoms are smacked.

Feel the warm dampness as your fingertips pass over your vagina, pause and linger, rub in subtle circles, collect your slick stickiness.

Now let the moist tissue slip easily down to your bottom hole. Circle it several times, enough to collect any incriminating evidence. Woe betide a girl who reported for a caning with a dirty bottom.

Finally, pressing firmly, let the tissue glide upwards between the fissure of your buttocks.

Imagine how your face would flush hot and pink, as your disciplinarian raises the tissue to their nose to sniff and examine it, before asking provocatively:

“Have you been clean for me?”

Well, have you?

Perhaps, before you’re spanked, you’ll need to wiped again.

Other Bottom Wiping Ideas

Try performing a bottom-wiping as a pre-masturbation ritual. If it’s dirty, you only get to edge, not climax. Or as a post-orgasm ritual, as you clean yourself up.

Perform a bottom-wiping before every self-spanking, imagine ways you might incorporate the activity into your fantasy. Perhaps the box of tissues used to wipe your bottom is kept on your disciplinarian’s desk, to wipe away naughty girls’ sobbing tears.

Instead of wiping, place a tissue in the gusset of your panties, and imagine it’s examined by someone strict at the end of the day.

Perform a bottom wiping with a white flannel after showering or bathing. This might be prelude to a diapering or a strip search.

Perform a thorough bottom wiping after you visit the toilet to pee. One long stroke, from the hood of your clit to bottom hole. One only, mind you, or you’ll need to be punished for masturbating in the bathroom.

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