Spanking Theatre

Spanking stories for the theatre between your ears


October 2019

My confession is that I’ve discovered a wonderful way to please myself in the shower. The handheld sprayer pointed directly at my spread lips works wonders and is a fun way to play with temperature as well. It’s so easy to edge myself to climax. It also makes for easy cleanup so no one discovers my dirty little secret…

Indeed, the shower-head is another everyday item with secret erotic connotations for many. 

The sensations on highly sensitised skin, particularly after slit and mound have been meticulously shaved, are quite delightful.

Then there’s the thrilling jeopardy of playing outside the bedroom, masturbating illicitly, whilst you should really be getting washed.

Playing with the temperature dial, slowly numbing your clit with cooling water, until you’re desperate to reawaken it with a jet of hot indulgent torrents. And then dialing down before you get too close, and then doing it all again.

You’re quite aware that your deceit deserves a well-smacked bottom.

You deserve to be spanked whilst still dripping wet, knowing that a wet-bottom spanking is always twice as sore.

But that only makes you push the shower-head closer…

Thought Experiment

If I asked you to close your eyes, and imagine a scene from one of my stories, what scene materialises in your mind?

Try it now.

Did you remember it just as the original story described?

Or did your imagination embellish it?

Did you imagine yourself as the subject of the story?

Or did you feel like you were observing others?

Did you find the experience meditative and relaxing?

Or exciting or arousing?

How would you spank a naughty, young girl who thinks she wants to be spanked, but has never been spanked as an adult before?

In a word, slowly.

Your first spanking should be more than just a rapid flurry of smacks to your bottom.

I begin by talking. I want to understand why those I spank are fascinated by spanking, sometimes I’ll have her write down her thoughts in advance, so the conversation is more candid, and less awkward.

I want to know what she seeks from her first spanking. Is it a desire to experience the stinging heat of a sore bottom, or a deep psychological need for discipline? Does she consider her spanking as play or punishment? Why does she consider herself naughty, and will she submit willingly or reluctantly?

I want to learn how hard she wants to be spanked, and which implements she would like to try. Has she spanked herself before, and what is her attitude to pain? We will agree a safe word, and I will impress upon her the importance of using it, even if it’s just to take a time-out.

I want to know about how she feels about her own body, whether the prospect of being exposed arouses or frightens her.

I ask her to politely ask for what she needs.

“Please Sir, may I have a good hard spanking on my bare bottom?”

And again.

And again.

I study her eyes. Reading all those words her tongue can’t utter.

If I feel I understand her, and what she needs, I’ll tell her to stand up, and explain why I’m going to ask her to pull down her panties.

Here she may confirm her consent, to acquiesce and submit to what’s coming, or assert her right to say no and go no further.

Once her panties have been handed over to me, I lead her to where her spanking will take place. The side of a bed is or sofa is the best for a first time, where she can lie over my lap horizontally, with her weight supported. I intend to spank her slowly after all, it’s better if she’s comfortable.

I like to arrange her at an angle, so her left is supported on the mattress, but her right leg is bent with her foot on the floor. This makes her left buttock flaccid, and her right buttock taut and firm, enabling her to feel two different sensations as I alternate my smacks between them.

And it reveals her slit, enabling me to keep an eye on how aroused she is becoming.

I don’t spank straight away, but begin by rubbing her cheeks, letting her get used to the warmth of my hand on intimate highly sensitive skin. As I rub, I ask her to repeat her affirmation.

“Please Sir, may I have a good hard spanking on my bare bottom?”

And again, until I hear the longing in her voice.

Until, quite suddenly, my rubbing stops, and I bring my open palm down on her taut right cheek.

A yelp breaks the silence. But I remain silent, allowing her to process the sensations of being spanked for the first time. Often a mew of satisfaction follows, or a moan as the surprise of the smack empties her lungs of its air.

I let her enjoy the warm sting in her cheek for a few more moments, then bring my open hand down again on the exactly the same spot as before.

Another yelp. I listen carefully. Such little sounds are so instructive. What is it I hear in there, satisfaction or resentment? Pleasure or discomfort?

Now I ask her: how was that?

What was it like to be spanked for the first time?

And then I listen.

I’m in no hurry. Tonight I shall spank her for as long as she wants me to. But for now, I want to share in her new discovery, to hear what it’s like to be spanked for the very first time.

The night is still young, and our adventure is only just beginning…

My everyday item with secret sexual connotations is wooden spoons. Also ping pong paddles. I’m sure you can guess why. Just seeing either of those things- especially if someone is holding it- makes me feel a little intimidated and very turned on.

I have fond memories of wooden spoon shopping. A kitchenware department makes a wonderful date night venue. Evading the other shoppers, until you’re alone with the wooden spatulas and spoons.

Then whispering into her ear, instructing her to choose one. To present it to you. A few subtle swishes. Maybe an experimental smack into the palm. If it’s too flimsy, hand it back, and tell her to do better. Pine is too light, something much more sturdy is required, something capable of delivering a good hard whacking. Oak perhaps, or cherrywood.

Once she’s found a suitable implement, you can beckon her closer, and tell her exactly how you intend to use it.

On her bare bottom.

Because when we get home, you explain, you intend to confiscate her panties, just as soon as the front door closes. And discover just how much she’s enjoyed our little shopping trip.

Explain how you intend to escort her to the Kitchen Table, where you’ll bend her over and lift her skirt. You won’t start spanking straight-away though, you’ll place the spoon between her bare cheeks, angling it slightly so its handle parts the lips of her slit.

Perhaps you’ll insist that she stands to undress herself, and clench her cheeks tight lest the spoon disrespectfully tumbles to the floor.

You take the spoon to the counter, watching as your partner blushes the most delightful shade of pink. It won’t be long until her bottom matches.

Just a single spoon? queries the assistant.

Oh yes, you reply.

A single spoon is all we need…

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