Spanking Theatre

Spanking stories for the theatre between your ears


December 2019

Hi! I’m new to this whole thing. How do the submissions work? Are they private or anonymous? What kind of things can I send? Thanks, sir!

Submissions are private, they go to my Tumblr inbox rather than the public blog. I don’t republish submissions without explicit permission from the sender, so if you want your submission posted, DM me so I can ask.

As for what can be sent, anything goes as long as you created it and it’s not copied from somewhere. Text confessions are a popular choice. Some also send images for review, like pages of handwritten lines, spanking implements, the sticky insides of panties, soaked after story-reading, and panty-pulling chairs, cushions stacked, awaiting their sitter…

Around the winter holidays I always find myself fantasizing about Krampus… I might go hunting for a good bundle of switches soon 🤔😉

Anyone not familiar with the flagellatory antics of Krampus should definitely read about it, you might be surprised by how darkly erotic some European folk traditions actually are.

I hope you get your bundle of birch twigs for Christmas, dear reader.


Sometimes we will wake in world

We no longer recognise

And realise we must escape

Through the door they’ll never bar

Into fantasy worlds that we devise

To lick our wounds

Until we feel joy again

Election Day


I always vote.

When duty calls, I never decline.

But how naughty it felt to cross the threshold of the polling station, smuggling such a sordid item into this most sacred space. This church hall. This temporary temple of democracy.

And then to stand in the short queue I as waited to confirm my name. The clerk said it out loud, as if he knew exactly who I was. Even though he couldn’t have known what I was hiding, he made me feel notorious.

I flirtatiously fiddle with the hem of my skirt, and coyly accept the ballot paper he hands to me. I let it flap in my hand like a suitor’s handkerchief.

He points towards the row of booths against the wall, their cheap curtains limp like an ersatz peep show. I saunter towards them, sashaying conspicuously, a walking blasphemy along the line of pews.

I choose the empty booth in the corner, and pull the curtain fully closed behind me. Just me and my sacred ballot, hidden from any eyes that might pry.

The booth has a little low table to write on, conveniently about waist height, I set my phone down, aiming its camera towards me, and press its screen to start recording. There had been a sign on the wall as I entered: No Photography. But what goes on in the sanctity of the voting booth is none of their business. And I don’t keep secrets from Sir.

I lift my skirt.

Oh Sir. I’m so sorry.

In my haste to do my democratic duty, I must have completely forgotten to put on any underwear…

I spin around and lift my skirt again.

Spreading my legs so there can be no doubt.

In this dim alcove I wonder if there’s enough light to allow it to sparkle.

Oh Sir. How naughty of me! 

To go out to vote wearing my princess plug…

Keep reading

British readers, use your vote!

Voting Tory is very naughty! So I hope you’ll all be good and vote to stop Boris and save the country from the catastrophe of Brexit on Thursday!

In regards to your recent post, sir, will we be allowed to switch houses in the middle of the school year?

Yes, you will.

Your fantasies might evolve during the school term. Perhaps a succession of punishments gives you a newfound appreciation of being good. Or you might fall in with a gang of miscreants, and develop a taste for troublemaking. 

Nothing needs to be set in stone, this will be a school that encourages it’s pupils to explore themselves…

Name the Houses

Like all good boarding schools, the upcoming Spanking Theatre School group will consist of four Houses, into which each pupils will be assigned.

The four houses will represent the four categories described in this post:


The Royals – those who appreciate dominance and order

The Seducers – those who seek the favour of authority and prefer chaos

The Watchers – those with a submissive inclination who obey the rules

The Troublemakers – those with no respect for authority or its stupid rules

Given the group is going to be a collaborative fantasy, I’m going to ask readers to name the houses. Perhaps you’ll choose an alluring word, or an animal, or a made-up name, or something mythological. Post or reply with your suggestions!

has the groupchat been made? i keep seeing stuff talking about it but i have no idea if it’s been posted that its around or not

The group is not live yet, but I’m laying the foundations.

I’ve created a form to collect consent and spanking preferences, so I can craft an appropriate fantasy environment. I’ll be sharing that soon with play partners and friends.

Initially, the intention is to create a fantasy boarding school, along the lines of those described in the stories Cosmopolitan and The Sit Down Dance.

And if the initial experiment works, I’d like to create other fantasy worlds too, there’s some very enticing ideas in this post, come to think of it…

What do you think about collars and collaring? X

There are many different ways to think about collaring, the meaning varying depending on the time involved.

Long-term collaring is a form of consensual ownership, signifying the depth and durability of a kinky relationship. Since a sub only has one neck, this tends to imply a degree of exclusivity.

The collar can also offer a sense of reassurance, something to physically touch to allay anxiety when a couple are apart. Or a reminder to behave as its tightness presses against the throat. Or like Tolkien’s ring, it might embolden its bearer, granting super-powers of self-esteem and confidence.

Short-term collaring has a different meaning. Here the collar is worn as an aide, to help its wearer adopt a different persona. They might be a authoritative, no-nonsense professional during the working week, but want to spend the weekend as a sex slave. Here the collar signifies that whilst it being worn, the wearer intends to submit entirely to their partner’s whims.

It doesn’t even need to be a collar. It could be a gag or bridle, like the slaves in The Girl in the Mirror. Dressing up can also achieve the same purpose, which is why many adults like dressing up in school uniforms. They are effectively saying: for as long as I wear this, treat me accordingly.

And there is session collaring, where the collar is used as a prop during play. For instance, it might be worn secretly beneath clothing as a couple goes out for dinner. Or displayed in plain sight brazenly.

Perhaps with a cord tied to the front, dangling down between her breasts, right down between her lips, then up between her bottom cheeks, and up her back to be tied to the rear of her collar. Throughout the evening her partner might reach forward to stroke her neck discreetly, and tug the cord whenever her attention seems to wander.

There are many ways to play with collaring, because collars can be as unique as the one that wears it.

Sir may I ask what happened to Inevitable? It doesn’t show up anymore under your link. It just has the title Inevitable and then nothing.

It seems Inevitable doesn’t display properly for some readers using the Tumblr mobile app, which can be erratic when dealing with very long text posts like stories. 

If you click on a story that doesn’t seem to display, you can either view in your mobile browser, or try my backup blog.

I’ve recently uploaded Inevitable to Medium, which has the added advantage that readers can annotate the text with their own comments and appreciation. Click on the following link and it should give you the option of reading it in your browser or the Medium mobile app if you have it installed:

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