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Naughty Game #21: Inspections for Boys

This is the long-awaited follow-up to Inspections for Girls! This game describes how to intimately inspect those blessed with male anatomy.

Of course, here Boy and Girl are used in the controlling sense, it should go without saying these games for consenting adults. Also bear in mind this game is not cock worship, the aim is to take charge, to inspect the masculinity of a grown man, objectify him, and (if that turns you on) to make him feel like a naughty little boy. After all, you may need to spank him when it’s over.

Like Inspections for Girls, this is a slow game of self-control, where you (or your partner) learn to appreciate yourself visually. This game may be a different kind of play to what you’re used to – the aim is not pleasure the subject. Instead the inspector should keep their touches to a minimum, and when somewhere sensitive is touched, it should be done to further the examination, rather than stimulate for pleasure. At least until ejaculation is intended.

No additional equipment is needed for this game, but a few items might come in handy:

  • a mirror (useful for self-inspections)
  • cotton buds or paintbrush (to help minimise touches, and provide unique sensations)
  • a glass of water (for dipping fingertips / buds / brushes)
  • a butt plug, for bottom stretching
  • lubricant, for deeper anal examinations or prostate massages

The inspection game can be played alone (inspecting yourself), or with a partner (one of you being inspected or both, taking it in turns).

How to Play

The aim of this game is for the observer to visually inspect the subject, (who might be the same person). If playing solo, the subject should experience minimal physical stimulation. If playing with a partner, only the inspector should be doing the touching.

The stages of this game reflect the four phases of the male sexual response:

  1. Arousal
  2. Erection
  3. Ejaculation
  4. Repose (the Refractory Period)


1 – Arousal

The game begins with not just an examination of his physical anatomy, but his arousal response, and the effect being inspected has on his body.

The game should start with the subject in an unaroused, flaccid state. Begin by having him undress completely. If his genitals are not already shaved bare, you might want to do that first.

If he’s already erect, send him to the corner to cool down, have him hold ice cubes against his groin if needs be. Always best to begin with a flaccid, compliant subject.

The inspector may like to sit comfortably, whilst the subject stands naked in front of them.

Begin by examining his penis, as you’ll want to inspect it in its flaccid state before it begins to stiffen again. Cup it in your palm and feel its weight, notice how small it seems in its natural state.

With a fingertip, trace the wrinkles of the skin, and the bulges of its veins. Feel his pulse, and the blood surging through his member, feel how it swells in response to your rubbing and stroking, how its weight increases and its shape changes.

The observer should occasionally dip their instrument of examination in
the glass of water, (whether that’s a fingertip, cotton bud or
paintbrush). This will provide the subject with different friction
sensations, from sensually moist to ticklishly dry.

Observe how it grows, how its length increases. Press it, and notice how it changes from soft and fleshy to spongy, and then eventually to firm, stiff and unyielding.

If your subject has a foreskin, examine if it retracts as the penis swells, exposing the smooth helmet-shaped glans underneath. In some men, the foreskin needs to be tugged back behind the glans before it gets too hard. Examine the smooth purple bulbous flesh, its little slit and the liquid that leaks from it.

Scrutinise the subject’s skin, how it reacts to the lightest of touches, the emergence of goosebumps, how it sweats and blushes.


2 – Erection

Once the subject’s penis is erect, the inspector can appreciate its hardness, before moving on to examine other regions of his body.

Begin with the scrotum, as it’s important that boys have regular testicular checks. Use both thumbs and index fingers to gently touch each testicle through the skin, with your remaining fingers placed behind the testicle to immobilise it. Use a gentle rubbing motion between thumb and index finger to methodically examine each one. Observe too how the once-wrinkled skin of his sac has tightened to as he has become more aroused.

Then move on to examine the perineum, the sensitive area behind the scrotum. This is a good site for stroking with a wet fingertip or cotton-bud. If the inspector is sitting, the subject should bend over, spreading his legs and splaying apart his buttocks to present himself.

This will, of course, also reveal the subject’s bottom cleft and hole, which will also need to be thoroughly inspected. This process is described in a separate post, on bottom inspections.

The powerful muscles of the abdomen, waist and thighs should also be examined, given their important role in thrusting when fucking. This is a good point to ask the subject about his sexual history, whether he has used his penis to penetrate a partner orally, vaginally or anally. Have him demonstrate how he thrusted, with your partially closed lubricated hand as the orifice. But only allow a few thrusts, some silly boys spurt far too quickly.

During the course of your inspection, have you noticed how his breathing changed? This is the effect of testosterone and adrenaline now surging through his blood. Remember that physiologically, his body is priming itself for an intense period of physical activity: the vigorous fucking of a sexually receptive human female.

If the inspector possesses a vagina, she might want to pause and appreciate the physical intent of her subject, what the animalistic side of him would do to her given half a chance. What would happen if she bent over in front of his stiff cock, with her bare pink slit invitingly exposed. The inspector might find herself wet, even if she has no intention of engaging in intercourse, as his erection triggers ancient sexual instincts deep inside her mind…


3 – Ejaculation

This stage of the inspection is optional, as some inspectors will prefer their subject to remain abstinent. But others will want to watch him ejaculate, especially if he under instructions to refrain from masturbating, and the volume of his ejaculate needs to be recorded.

The best way to collect his semen is by rolling a condom down his shaft when the visual inspection stage is finished. As the goal is collection rather than contraception, the finger of a rubber glove can also be used as a receptacle if no condoms are available. If the quantity of semen is being recorded, weigh the condom or glove on cooking scales before and after collection.

There are two main ways to induce ejaculation, manual stimulation of the penis, or anal stimulation of the prostate. The former simply requires rubbing the tip of his penis, as you tell him to be a good boy and come for you.

The prostate massage is more intense, and potentially more humiliating. A latex glove can be worn on one hand, or the middle fingers covered in by condom, which once lubricated, can be slowly worked into the anus. The palm should be facing the same direction as the subject’s penis. Continue to push deeper, withdrawing fingers if necessary to apply additional lubrication. Meticulous inspectors might first try penetrating with an anal dildo or butt plug to stretch his bottom hole wider.

Continue probing until the middle finger has penetrated to its maximum extent, then curl the fingertip towards the subject’s tummy. You might feel a bulge in the wall of his rectum, tell him to say when he feels you might have found it, then keep stroking with a beckoning motion until he spurts. Prostate massages can also be performed over the inspector’s lap, in the pauses between having his bare bottom spanked.


4 – Repose

If the subject is allowed to ejaculate, the final stage of the inspection is like the first, but in reverse.

Notice how sensitive his penis is after coming. In fact, the skin of males is highly sensitised just after orgasm, and their minds at the most compliant. A secret known by governesses who knew the moments after ejaculation provided the very best time to deliver a well-smacked bottom. Many naughty boys have writhed across their mistresses’ laps, as they’re spanked until they spurt. But such lack of self-control only prolongs their ordeal, their cocks still dripping onto the towel beneath them as their punishment continues.

See how his skin reacts when you tickle and stroke, the goosebumps, the sheen of his sweat and pinkness of where he flushes.

Observe how his penis begins to wilt and soften. Hold it in your hand, and feel how the stiffness becomes spongy, then fleshy, pliable and soft. Cup it in your palm and feel its weight diminish, as if it it’s vanishing before your eyes. Here some might like to tease their subject, pointing out his abrupt loss of virility, and how he now seems to have the willy of a little boy again.

Ideas for Inspection Roleplay

Inspections can be incorporated into lots of erotic roleplaying scenarios. The inspector simply needs to tell the subject why they need to be inspected, and to instruct them to undress. Once the scene is set, the inspector can improvise the rest.

He might be a slave being inspected before purchase by a new Roman master. Or a captive examined by a pirate captain, or a eunuch being admitted into the Sultan’s harem. Or a naughty schoolboy who’s just had his shorts pulled down prior to a spanking.

Where he is playing a captive, like in a prison strip search, he might also be bound or cuffed. Or the inspection might be more informal, like a visit to a doctor or the school nurse. In these scenarios the one inspecting should take special care not to pleasure their subject, and economise their touches like a medical professional, so they leave the subject aching to be rubbed.

Engage your imaginations, and have fun!

What if….you wrote a bottom hole self-spanking challenge

If that’s something other readers would be interested in trying, I could certainly write it. Having the right implement would be the major challenge, the best item is a thin whippy crop, like the ones described in this post. Most implements are too big and inflexible to be used on a hard to reach spot like the anus.

Rubber bands though, can be used. Given the sensitivity of the region, a stinging flick is much more appropriate than the thuddy impact of a conventional spanking. If that sounds enticing, raise your hands…

The Naughtiest Thing

A spanking story for the new year

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We – my closest, most intimate friends, have a little New Year’s Eve tradition.

Whilst others gather in loud, gaudy parties, we assemble for a quiet night in. Just us, no partners. As midnight approaches, we dim the lights and take turns to tell stories. It began when we were still at school, as a simple retelling of the most enjoyable experiences of our past twelve months. But as we’ve all become more worldly-wise, the salaciousness of our ritual has escalated, until now it’s a time to confess to each other The Naughtiest Thing we did last year.

We play for higher stakes now too. We four friends sit pantyless in a circle, holding our favourite dildos beneath our best party frocks, drawing lots to determine the order of when we tell our stories. The jeopardy is simple: if any of our stories make any one of our friends climax, the storyteller earns the right to demand the offender pays a forfeit. Traditionally, spankings have been popular forfeits, the loser seeing in the new year naked, facing the wall with their pink bottom on display. But we’re getting increasingly creative too.

This year, the topic is more provocative still.

What’s The Naughtiest Thing you’ve ever done?

And now, it’s my turn to speak.

The Naughtiest Thing I’ve ever done… I announce solemnly, my gaze roving across my friends’ expectant eyes… was when I was 19, and I brought my first boyfriend home.

I paused for effect, letting assumptions paint themselves within my audience’s minds. Scenes assembled from the palettes of their own experiences. I knew each and every one had all been just as naughty as me.

Though actually, as it happened, my tale did not take place in my childhood home. My dad’s eldest sister lived closer to where my boyfriend and I went to university, and so I decided we’d visit and stay for the weekend. My aunt is quite a presence, I think he was quite intimidated when I introduced them both, when she looked him right in eyes and told him in no uncertain terms, that she hoped he’d behave himself in her home. He looked at his shoes and stammered like a guilty little boy. And inside, I giggled.

The next day, as my aunt attended to domestic chores, I lead my boy out into the large garden. It was a beautifully warm late Spring day, and I led the way to the sun terrace, hidden from the house by a tunnel of overgrown pergolas. Shall we bask in the sun? I asked him, before lifting my dress to reveal my skimpiest bikini underneath. His eyes widened even more dramatically when I asked him if he’d like to put his hand inside and feel my breasts. He nodded vigorously, but I made him take off his own clothes first, stripping down to his own underwear.

I let him cup me with his right hand, then asked if he’d like me to take everything off. When he said yes, I insisted he went first. He pulled down his boxer shorts and I followed suit, so we were now standing in front of each other naked.

It was so thrilling, so illicit. My slit was so tingly and wet, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his rapidly swelling cock. His hands slipped down my body, as if pulled by a magnet hidden in my crotch. I felt his hot fingers cup my cunt. I felt the world around me fade into irrelevance, like everything around us was a rather mediocre memory.

But no matter how wonderful the experience, one must always remember it is simply a bubble in a world that moves to its own rules. When you’re distracted, others make their own moves, and sometimes your little sanctuary is interrupted. Moments later, as he massaged my moistening lips with his fingertips, my aunt caught us…

My aunt’s initial expression was one of extreme surprise, before her familiar strict mask dropped down her face. From that fleeting moment of shock, her sternest frown emerged.

You know what happens to naughty girls in this house, she told me.

For one horrible moment, I feared her statement meant that I alone was being held culpable, that all my careful planning had been for nothing. But then we were both told to go to The Room, and wait there “for punishment”. We weren’t even allowed to gather up our clothes, so had to hurry into the house still naked.

What kind of punishment? he whispered plaintively as we climbed the stairs, his cock now flaccid, his hands shyly covering his crotch.

Why a spanking, of course, I told him. On our bare bottoms. We’re each going to get a good hard spanking on our bare bottoms until they’re pink and sore. That’s what happens to naughty girls and boys here. He looked at me with mouth agape, waiting for me to say, only joking! Except I wasn’t.

I led the way to one of the guest bedrooms, which was innocuous enough that I could see the anxiety in my boyfriend’s eyes transform into smirking expectation as soon as he saw the double bed that occupied the centre of the room. As if my aunt’s threat was suddenly forgotten, and the actual reality was that he was being led (naked) by his (also completely naked) girlfriend towards a big soft bed. Where she would clearly lie back and spread her legs wide, and beg him to put his big hard dick into her juicy cunt.

That was because he didn’t know what happened here. I’d been punished here several times, usually alone, but a couple of times I’d had my sister for company. Auntie would sit on the bed, and put us across her knee. And had we just waited, that would have been our fate. But I had something much more radical in mind.

The large bed here was at first glance, rather ordinary. It was covered with a plump ivory duvet, with matching pillows near the wooden beams that comprised its headboard. But on closer examination, unusual features revealed themselves, for a start, it wasn’t pushed against any of the walls, meaning you could walk all the way around it.

Then there were the silvery bedknobs glinting in each corner of the frame: four egg-shaped stainless steel protrusions. They were a late addition to what had been a simple unadorned short-posted bedstead. They were actually buttplugs, with holes drilled in their bases, which had allowed them to be screwed firmly into the wooden posts beneath.

That was what I so admired about my aunt, she was the kind of lady who’d think: you know what this bed could really do with? Buttplugs in each corner. And then get the tools out and do it.

I fetched the pot of lube that was sitting brazenly on the shelf, another sign this room wasn’t quite what it seemed, and began applying it to the two knobs at the bottom of the bedstead.

I took my boy’s hand and led to a corner of the bed, telling him to rise up on his tiptoes and straddle the knob. I guided him so the tip of the knob rested against his cute little bum hole, and warned him to stay there, before encouraging him to sink down until it began to enter his bottom. I must confess, watching his tight little hole stretch was quite thrilling. When he was properly impaled, I straddled the knob beside him, and allowed myself to sink down too. Soon it was stretching my bum open too.

As we stood there waiting, I told him my aunt would be inspecting us when she arrived, and so he should pull his foreskin back so she could conduct a proper examination of his penis. With his bottom filled, he was much more compliant, and he did as he was told. Soon his cute dick had stiffened to the point where his helmet bulged. My aunt wasn’t really going to inspect him, I was just curious, and wanted to see every detail of his cock close up for myself.

The combination of the bedknob in his bum and his foreskin pulled back made him very hard indeed. I could see its veins bulge, and a clear fluid dripping from the tip. I gave my own swollen clit a few hard rubs before instructing him to follow my lead as I put my hands upon my head. Then we waited in nervous silence for Hurricane Auntie to blow in, and punish us.

Eventually, we heard approaching footsteps. My aunt appeared with a thick leather tawse, split at the tip into two sawtooth strips. Her purposeful stride halted immediately when she saw us straddling the bedknobs. I’m sure I saw a little smile flash across her face. But she said nothing, she didn’t even lecture us. Instead she just took up a position between us, feet spread apart in a classic power stance, and ran the fronds of the strap down our bare cheeks, just to check we were both in range.

My aunt twisted at her hips, swivelling her arm backwards before swinging back in one fluid motion to deliver a stinging whack to my boyfriend’s bottom, one so loud it made my ears ring and my pussy tremble. He yelped with the pain, I doubt he’d ever been spanked before.

She twisted and whacked him five more times with her forehand swing, covering his poor bottom with pink splotches. Then without moving her feet, she swivelled her hips to address me, giving me six smacks with her backhand.

Auntie was an excellent tennis player, self-disciplined, focussed, strong-wristed and unerringly accurate. I always loved watching Wimbledon, imagining what an expert spankers each player would make, how each might lift my skimpy white skirt, tug my snow white panties down, and demonstrate their exceptional timing and technique.

Her leather strap imparted a terrible sting, each whack echoing deep inside me through the knob I’d so disgracefully impaled myself on. But I was so aroused, I barely felt the pain.

My aunt turned to face my boy again and resumed her forehand swipes. She had only delivered three more when he emitted a deep moan and came, ejaculating a long stream of creamy mess on the bedsheet in front of us. He got a scolding for his troubles, but no respite, and I think the poor boy felt every subsequent whack even more keenly after he’d spent himself. If I’m honest, I was rather disappointed by his lack of self control.

We got thirty-six whacks each, six sets of six, by the end of which I could feel my own sticky excitement dripping down the inside of my thighs. My aunt then took a few minutes to carefully examine the marks she’d inflicted, and tug our sore cheeks open to see how our bottoms had been stretched by the bedknobs.

She whispered two words into my ear before she left. Clever girl. Praise that made my clit throb. Before informing us both that we could stay mounted where we were for half an hour. Then she left us on the bedposts to contemplate our misdemeanours.

When I was sure she’d gone downstairs, I whispered conspiratorially to my partner in crime. Do you want to see me come?

He nodded eagerly. I’d never masturbated in front of anyone before, but I’d always fantasised about it, having an audience sitting in respectful silence, like in music recital, whilst I performed for them, skillfully manipulating my instrument, dancing, gyrating and writhing with pleasure.

I reached down and began rubbing my clit, which by now was swollen and throbbing with an almost uncomfortable intensity. My performance was more of a minuet than a concerto, I was so aroused, it only took a few firm rubs until I was bucking wildly on the bedpost, as my bottom clenched and quivered around it.

But girls, that wasn’t The Naughtiest Thing I’ve Ever Done.

The Naughtiest Thing was that I’d planned it all.


I had invited my poor boy here, knowing full well what would happen to us. I had dressed up in my bikini, and had encouraged him to undress with me, in the very place I knew my aunt would come to find us. I knew she’d send us to the punishment room and spank us both. I planned it all because I wanted to see him get spanked, I wanted to see how big and thick his cock got, I wanted to see if he could control himself or lose it and spurt. But I wanted to see it from a safe distance, I didn’t want things to get out of hand, and for his glistening heat-seeking erection to somehow find itself within my hot needy crevice.

So I had contrived everything about our encounter at my aunt’s house. Timing it meticulously to ensure we were caught. But I could only be sure of how she’d react because I knew all about my aunt’s kinky secrets.

A few years earlier, when I was a brash wilful teenager, I’d once spent a dismal rainy afternoon in my aunt’s house when she’d left me alone for the day. My boredom prompted me to roam, and my insatiable curiosity soon drew me to her grand bedroom. I’m embarrassed to say I had little respect for her privacy, and after examining the contents of her lingerie drawer, made the intriguing discovery that only one of her bedside drawers was locked. So I began to search for the key. I soon found that under the mattress.

Now I could begin rummaging through her most personal possessions. At the top was a pile of colourful magazines. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I flicked through them. The pattern was always the same, a photo of pouting young woman (or sometimes more), each being told off by a stern female authority figure. A headmistress, a nurse, a policewoman, a nun, a mother, an aunt or even a grandmother.

Some images had text beside them, which I read in rapt fascination as they described how the young protagonist had been caught doing The Naughtiest Thing. And in this particular fantasy world, they would, of course, have to severely punished.

My eyes drank in pages and pages of intoxicating imagery. Frowny, pouting girls being led by the hand, bending over to have their skirts lifted and their panties pulled down. And then, punishment was delivered – and it was always a good hard spanking, always administered on a pretty pert bare bottom.

Absolutely no detail was was spared. The beautiful colour photographs showed the pink blushes on the miscreants’ cheeks, at both ends of their bodies. As the sequence continued, their bottoms got pinker, and their expressions more pained and contrite. I could read the writhing in their body language, even though every picture was still, as if my mind could interpolate the absent frames, intuitively knowing just what was missing. Finally, by the end of each sequence, justice had been done, and all was forgiven. Although she still might be pouting as she was sent to stand in the corner with her hands on her head.

I could barely believe my eyes. I laid on my aunt’s big soft bed, eagerly consuming the illicit stories I’d found. It didn’t take long for my hands to wander into my jeans, and then for my jeans to be pulled down completely. I stacked pillows beneath my hips, raising my bottom into the cool air, imagining I’d been caught red-handed by my aunt’s unexpectedly sudden return, and immediately dragged across her knee.

But the magazines weren’t all I found. I found what I later realised were dildos, strap-on harnesses and butt plugs. And several straps and paddles.

I rubbed my throbbing clit as I fantasised about her spanking me, then reached over to pick up one of her paddles, now eager to experience what a smack on the bottom actually felt like.

I reached back and spanked myself firmly, it didn’t hurt, it just felt warm and tingly, as if I’d just sat down heavily onto a hot radiator. So I tried a harder smack, then a harder one, until the heat began to be accompanied by a stinging sensation. And I liked it, I could feel the echo of each smack in my pussy. I began to wonder why anyone would consider this sensation a punishment, why there wasn’t a queue of girls outside the headmistress’ office, her best-behaved girls, each waiting their turn for this special treat.

Before the afternoon was out I was a spanking convert. I had stumbled across an incredible discovery, a true treasure trove – and one, I realised later, that might also explain the absence of boyfriends in my aunt’s life. This had always puzzled me, my aunt was pretty, and seemed to have such an active social life, always surrounded by a cadre of beautiful, elegant friends. It seemed she just preferred the company of women, and liked putting them across her knee too.

Further investigations revealed several adult-sized school uniforms in the wardrobe, what looked like a black headmistress’ gown, a cane, and surely more slippers than any one individual could hope to wear.

I had stumbled my aunt’s thrilling little secret, that she liked spanking naughty girls. That was what planted the seed, when I started thinking: what was The Naughtiest Thing I could do to provoke her into smacking my bottom?

Slowly, in the subsequent months, a plan formed in my mind. I would lure my boyfriend here, and I would ensure we were caught naked, ideally with his fingers deep in my pussy. Then it wouldn’t just be me getting spanked, he would too, and I would get to watch everything.

Positioning ourselves on top of the bedposts was a gamble, but one I thought my aunt would greatly appreciate, especially given what I’d discovered of her penchant for anal discipline.

Was that so naughty of me?

I looked around for an answer. But my three friends clearly had other things on their minds, they already had their toys beneath their posh frocks. I could hear the squelches amid their hurried gasps.

I hope they remember the stakes we’re playing for. Very high stakes indeed.

But my story was too strong to resist, too resonant with my friends’ own desires. One by one. They came for me.

I think that means I’ve won our little new year game.


Well, girls. That means I get to choose your forfeits.

So, you’ll all going to accompany me on my next visit to my lovely strict aunt.

I know what you’re thinking. Yes, she still has the bed. I rode it again on my last visit, the perfectly carved bedknob stretching and filling my hungry cunt. I made such a mess as I came, but didn’t wipe it clean. I left my creamy residue for her to discover. Next time we meet, I want her to deal with me. I want her to be so strict with us.

I’m sure she’d just love to meet you all, and then escort us all to her punishment room. I expect she’ll want to undress us all with her own hands, bend each of us all, and rub a slippy lube all around our bottom holes. Then she’ll lead each of us into position, so we’re all on our tiptoes straddling a bedknob, its cold round tip teasing our tight little rings. How she’ll delight in hearing the gasps and pleas from your pretty faces.

Yes, girls. Put your sticky dildos against your bottom holes now. I know you’re eager to discover just how that will feel. How as your calves tire, you’ll sink deeper onto your bedknob. Each slip making our poor bottoms stretch. That’s it, keep pushing, slow and deep.

But that will only be the start of our ordeal. My aunt will fetch her wicked strap, and tell us to place our hands on top of our heads. Then she’ll begin to dander slowly around the bed, smacking every bottom that she passes, forehand and backhand, on our buttocks and thighs.

She does like to stop and inspect, be prepared for her to spread your slit apart and scrutinise the slick pink flesh within. She likes to tell those who are dripping to pull back their hoods and expose their little glistening bumps. As all the while your sore smacked bottom stings and throbs.

Yes, that’s it, girls. Tug your little hoods back for Miss.

Are you going to come again, girls?

Tsk. Tsk.

Without permission?

Don’t dare come until my dear auntie says, unless you all want to go home with the burning heat of a ginger root in your bum, and the marks of her school cane striping your cheeks.

Oh! I’m so glad you’re looking forward to our little visit, girls.

I promise, it will be The Naughtiest Thing

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@spankingtheatre 2018

Originally posted at spankingtheatre.tumblr.com.

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victimofcircuspants:

Kelly Jo really enjoys getting her bottom temperature taken. Every time the cool glass thermometer bulb penetrates her sensitive pink rosebud, she lets out a tiny whimper and slightly rotates her pelvis. It’s extremely difficult to maintain professional decorum with the girls who seem to overly enjoy their school health sessions. I believe some of the girls’ first orgasms have been right here in this office. I pretend to be oblivious to their behaviors, so some put on quite the extravagant yet “subtle” show just to attempt to pry my attention.

I know bottom inspections are a hugely evocative fantasy for a large number of my readers. If that includes you, I’m delighted to introduce for your erotic pleasure the wonderful work of @victimofcircuspants. I do hope their future illustrations will include some well-spanked bottoms. Do show your support and encourage the creation of original content. Bravo!

Self Spanking Challenge Day 8 – Bottom Inspection

The 8th part of the Self-Spanking Challenge! Previous challenges are here.


Challenge – Day 8

In today’s challenge you’re going to get a good hard spanking. Afterwards you’ll going to use a mirror to thoroughly inspect every aspect of your bottom – you’re going to describe its appearance, including any marks or pink lines, and write about how it feels to be so intimately inspected right after being spanked…


All good things come to an end, and spankings are no exception. You can’t keep spanking forever, and eventually it’ll be time for the scene to wind down, or move on to something else, like sex, or some other kinky activities.

In fiction – and in real life – spankings rarely end when the echo of the last whack fades. One of the previous challenges has already explored one such post-spanking activity – Cornertime, the act of waiting, motionless, with one’s spanked bottom on display.

Another way to prolong a scene after a spanking ends is through inspections, which are so integral to the spanking experience that they feature prominently in several of my stories. I’ve already written about inspections between playing partners, but this post is going to describe something slightly different – the act of self-inspection after you’ve spanked yourself.

Inspections are about being mindful, staying in the present moment and conserving the precious erotic charge you’ve developed during your spanking. Look closely at your own smacked bottom, and you have an opportunity to read back a miniature story of the scene you’ve just played.

So, begin by getting into the mindset of your favourite spanking scenario, then adopt the preferred position and pick up your favoured implement. Then give yourself the good hard spanking you deserve on your bare bottom…

Afterwards, instead of going to stand in the corner or sitting on your punishment chair, fetch your mirror, or position yourself near to one if it’s fixed.

Have whatever you use for writing up your experiences beside you. Choose a comfortable position so you can write and inspect yourself in the mirror, try kneeling or lying on your back.

Now, commence your inspection. 

There are five stages to a bottom inspection: Display, Buttocks, Cleft, Circling and Penetration, which I’ll explain in turn next. Remember: you may not touch your genitals during your inspection, you must wait until your write-up is complete.

The first is to display your spanked bottom. Look in the mirror and hold your bottom cheeks apart with both hands. Hold this position for several minutes, so you can feel the cool air between your legs and against your anus – a sensation can be intensified by wetting your bottom hole.

  • Now, write down what you saw in the mirror, and describe how it felt to have to display yourself so intimately to your disciplinarian.

The next stage is to inspect your buttocks. Look where your spanks landed, did they leave marks, lines or faint bruises? How far has the pink blush spread across your bottom? Did you intend to spank that hard? Is your skin hot to the touch, or do you have goosebumps?

  • Describe what you can see.

Next, examine the cleft between your cheeks by holding them apart again. Use whatever position is most comfortable, like lying on your back with legs open or upward, or on all-fours with a mirror between your legs. Try wiping with a wetwipe or tissue to assess the state of your intimate cleanliness – or for evidence of arousal. Another check is to whether you are properly shaved. Spend time examining the different regions, from the ticklish pink skin to the darker-coloured crinkled skin around your bottom hole.

  • Describe what you found – do you think you would warrant any further punishment from your disciplinarian? 

The next stage is circling, the greatest concentration of nerves in your bottom is at the opening of the anus, so that tiny circle deserves special examination. Use a fingertip or a brush or cotton-bud to slowly rub around your bottom hole, try circling it several times clockwise, then several times anticlockwise.

  • What effect does touching your bottom have on your state of arousal, describe how it feels.

The final stage, penetration is optional. As it can take some getting used to if you’ve never masturbated anally before. But you might like to explore.

Start by rubbing some lubricant around your bottom hole. If no lube is available, saliva can be used, or even vaseline (for lips). Aroused girls can transfer some of their vaginal wetness.

Ensure your nails are short and well-filed with no sharp edges and use fingers with no rings. If your nails are unsuitable, use a dedicated anal toy instead – like a butt plug. Don’t use any other objects, best to be safe.

Begin with your thinnest finger first, ensure your fingertip is lubricated, and then slowly push it into your bottom hole. Stop if it feels uncomfortable, you might want to go back to the previous step to relax your anal muscles more. Once it goes in easily you can try a wider finger.

Anal play is different to vaginal play: so don’t slide your finger in and out, slowly intrude and just hold it in place, and let yourself experience the sensations. Feel the tightness around your finger, how your bottom clenches against it. Give yourself a brief spanking with your other hand, and feel the effect of each smack as your finger is squeezed.

  • Describe your experience of being anally penetrated, did you imagine it was being done by your disciplinarian? Was it done for punishment, or for pleasure – to reward you for taking your spanking so well?

When you’ve finished, post what you’ve written with the tags #selfspankingchallenge and #selfspankingchallenge8

The bold, and those deserving public display as part of their punishment, might like to take a picture of their spanked bottoms to accompany their reports.

Once your report is posted, you have permission to resume playing. Perhaps you’ll continue exploring the sensations possible through anal masturbation.

Have fun…

Adventures in self-spanking

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An anonymous reader writes:

For this
challenge
, she decides to adopt the so-called diaper position.  She
wants to realize the benefits of the deep shame her Imaginary
Disciplinarian intends for her. She is to be displayed so he sees everything, her legs above her
head, her cunt and bottom hole presented for his appreciation as she lays upon her trundle
bed.

To do her Disciplinarian’s bidding, she chooses as her tool of choice a schoolroom implement, a long
wooden ruler. The “premise” for her
punishment, like most, is the young lady’s devotion to mischief and her
blatant, almost teasing, disregard for authority. It doesn’t help her cause that she
scampers around the house in her shortest of short pajamas ideally exposing her
most intimate areas to her
Disciplinarian’s eyes…

The thwack, thwack, thwack of each strike of the ruler offers
quite different sensations than other implements used for her
punishments.  This tool allows her to direct a symphony of light, crisp,
altogether delicious strokes to her ample posterior.  The diaper
position gives her the opportunity to reach some of her bottom’s
fleshier areas and – interestingly – some more tender, intimate regions as
well.

As she continues to apply indiscriminate whacks upon her bottom, she
becomes increasingly aware of fascinating sensations originating from
her nether regions. These sensations in turn cause her to increase the
frequency and effort behind her strokes. Quite randomly, some of the
strokes miss her intended target and instead graze her cunt & bottom
hole…

Under normal circumstances, she would not be allowed to fiddle with
her wobbly bits or her bottom hole whilst a punishment is in progress, but
her aching cunt and the heartbeat pounding in her clitty dictate her
next choice. She succumbs to the unbearable need to have one of either
of her holes filled by introducing an extra large plug into her bottom
hole.  

The insertion of such a plug causes her body to tremble
uncontrollably.  Already in a heightened state of awareness from the
abuse shown to her bottom, she instantly feels that familiar tickle
beginning in her toes, bubbling up uncontrollably, shooting through her
body like an electric current, finally passing out through the top of
her head, like a bird given flight from its cage. Her orgasmic
experience is one of euphoria, coupled with disappointment that she couldn’t teeter on that delicious edge for longer, before falling and submitting to her body’s
carnal desires.

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And now, as she sits at her desk recounting these adventures in spanking… her
Rosebud Jewel still snug inside her little bottom hole… she contemplates the
deeper meaning of Life.

Yes. She’s quite pleased overall with her decision
to use a wooden ruler in the diaper position for Challenge Numéro 2.


Thank you, dear reader for this marvellous demonstration of self-spanking, and beautiful accompanying images. As you so evocatively describe, in this position your imaginary disciplinarian is sure to see everything.

You can almost imagine him (or her) sitting a few footsteps away, watching with quiet satisfaction as you spank yourself. You had thought your teasings would earn you a trip across the knee, but your disciplinarian saw through your little charade, surprising you by escorting you to your bed, tugging down your shorts and laying you on your back. You feel the ruler being pressed into your hand.

Your legs are lifted, so there can be no doubt what position you’re to be punished in. You lift the ruler obediently, and begin spanking yourself gingerly.

“Harder, girl.”

Your acquiescence is never in doubt. The smacking of the ruler grows louder in your ears. The sting in your bottom grows every more intense. In this position, your glistening, seeping excitement is indisputable.

“Harder.”

The voice is stern but not malicious, serious about ensuring you receive the discipline you deserve.

You spank until your cheeks burn pink, until your arm is sore, until your disciplinarian finally rises from their seat to take the ruler from your hand. They kneel, their strong fingers spreading your bottom apart, feeling the heat of your spanking and inhaling the scent of your excitement.

Their fingers inspect you, intimately and thoroughly. Every wet fold, every sore tender blotch. Until their tracing fingertips spiral around your bottom hole. You sigh with frustration, wishing those fingers were circling your clit. But you know naughty girls are never masturbated.

Between your legs you see a glint in your disciplinarian’s hand. The jewel of your princess plug. You mew as its cold steel slides up and down the hot wet gap of your vagina; you wish it would linger, push deeper, but it’s merely here to gather your stickiness.

And now you feel its wet touch against your bottom hole. Circling, pushing, intruding, penetrating. You’re so close now. You try to hold back, trying to prove to your disciplinarian you’re a big girl now, that you can control yourself. But the plug unleashes a shockwave as it finally pushes through your tightest hole, an avalanche of sensations that makes the skin of your spanked bottom prickle as it cascades through every nerve.

Your body betrays you, deserting its orders, surrendering to the pleasure. You convulse, grasping your legs to your body as your orgasm shakes you, your gaping slit winking and then gushing. And your disciplinarian sees everything. Your shame is complete, and it was wonderful.

And you may well have inspired others to embark on self-spanking adventures of their own…

Time for your bottom inspection

As you may have seen, the latest naughty game provides instructions on how to conduct a thorough Bottom Inspection

As I know this intimate activity gets many readers excited, shall we remind ourselves of one such inspection from the Punishment Panties story? It might whet your appetite…

Audrey knelt beside her and untied her pyjama bottoms, letting them
fall to the floor, and began to examine her panties, which had become
a thin white band stretched tight between her slit. Then she slipped
her fingers into the waistband – now high above Penny’s hips – and
began to pull Penny’s panties slowly downwards. She liked to take her
time during an undressing, particularly enjoying the delicious moment
when the tension of the panties was suddenly released. Suddenly, Penny
gasped and wobbled. Ah, there, Audrey smiled.

The governess slid the girl’s panties down further, watching how the
fabric slowly detached itself from Penny’s wet swollen lips, revealing
a creamy smear inside. Once she’d slipped the panties off Penny’s
feet, she pulled her pyjama top over her head, so Penny stood naked in
front of her once again.

“Now, time for your bottom inspection, young lady.”

Penny swayed on her feet slightly, uncertain what this actually meant.
The governess noticed some clarification was necessary, and nudged
Penny towards her bed.

“Kneel on your bed girl, knees wide apart. That’s good. Now bend over…
Yes…. Now reach behind with both hands and spread your bottom cheeks
apart.”

Penny hesitated, but after a few quick spanks of encouragement, did as
she was told.

The stripe caused by Penny’s punishment panties was clear to see now.
Audrey began to trace it with a fingertip, it started just above the
bump of her tailbone as a narrow purple bruise, which lightened to a
rosy pink as it ran between the crack of her bottom. Audrey could feel
Penny flinch as her finger followed the tender track along her flesh.

She let her fingertip linger at Penny’s bottom hole, circling,
teasing, just as the punishment panties had done. They’d rubbed
against her hole every time she’d squirmed, threatening to push
deeper, hour after hour, until Penny began to long for the intrusion.
During the night Penny had even tried pushing her own finger between
her bottom cheeks, only to find the material that was tormenting her
was now a barrier, frustrating her clumsy attempts to gain relief.

Now it was Audrey gently pushing her finger against Penny’s poor bum
hole, she noticed how easily her fingertip sank into Penny’s most
intimate hollow. Penny tensed her thighs; just moments away from
giving into the urge to push back onto the older lady’s finger – but
then… the finger withdrew, and the opportunity was lost. Penny bent
further forward, pushing her face into her mattress, hoping that at
least would stifle her sighs and conceal the blush burning across her
cheeks.

Audrey’s finger resumed its journey, following the short purple line
between Penny’s holes. From experience Audrey knew the time spent on
tiptoes suspended from the bedframe could be particularly cruel on the
tender flesh of a girl’s perineum. This bruise would be the last to
fade, aching whenever the girl crossed her legs, a lasting reminder of
her naughtiness.

The bruise ended at the entrance to her vagina, here her panties had
parted her inner lips, which were now puffy and sticky wet. Audrey ran
her finger between the labia tracing the tender regions where the
panties had pressed. At the top, her little nub was conspicuously
swollen in size, peeping out from its sheath as if demanding her
attention. The governess pulled Penny’s hood back, gently massaging
the little bulb underneath, checking Penny’s need to come. Her back
arched in response. Very much in need it seemed. That was too bad.

Above Penny’s hood the faint pink line faded away as it reached the
summit of the charming little bump of her mound. It was a classic
punishment panty stripe, enough to make Audrey’s own parts tingle. Her
only regret was that she couldn’t kneel between Penny’s splayed legs
right now and trace the line with her tongue…

And if you fancy recreating that scene in the privacy of your own bedroom, you should definitely read (and share with your loved one)… 

How to conduct a Bottom Inspection

Time for your bottom inspection

As you may have seen, the latest naughty game provides instructions on how to conduct a thorough Bottom Inspection

As I know this intimate activity gets many readers excited, shall we remind ourselves of one such inspection from the Punishment Panties story? It might whet your appetite…

Audrey knelt beside her and untied her pyjama bottoms, letting them
fall to the floor, and began to examine her panties, which had become
a thin white band stretched tight between her slit. Then she slipped
her fingers into the waistband – now high above Penny’s hips – and
began to pull Penny’s panties slowly downwards. She liked to take her
time during an undressing, particularly enjoying the delicious moment
when the tension of the panties was suddenly released. Suddenly, Penny
gasped and wobbled. Ah, there, Audrey smiled.

The governess slid the girl’s panties down further, watching how the
fabric slowly detached itself from Penny’s wet swollen lips, revealing
a creamy smear inside. Once she’d slipped the panties off Penny’s
feet, she pulled her pyjama top over her head, so Penny stood naked in
front of her once again.

“Now, time for your bottom inspection, young lady.”

Penny swayed on her feet slightly, uncertain what this actually meant.
The governess noticed some clarification was necessary, and nudged
Penny towards her bed.

“Kneel on your bed girl, knees wide apart. That’s good. Now bend over…
Yes…. Now reach behind with both hands and spread your bottom cheeks
apart.”

Penny hesitated, but after a few quick spanks of encouragement, did as
she was told.

The stripe caused by Penny’s punishment panties was clear to see now.
Audrey began to trace it with a fingertip, it started just above the
bump of her tailbone as a narrow purple bruise, which lightened to a
rosy pink as it ran between the crack of her bottom. Audrey could feel
Penny flinch as her finger followed the tender track along her flesh.

She let her fingertip linger at Penny’s bottom hole, circling,
teasing, just as the punishment panties had done. They’d rubbed
against her hole every time she’d squirmed, threatening to push
deeper, hour after hour, until Penny began to long for the intrusion.
During the night Penny had even tried pushing her own finger between
her bottom cheeks, only to find the material that was tormenting her
was now a barrier, frustrating her clumsy attempts to gain relief.

Now it was Audrey gently pushing her finger against Penny’s poor bum
hole, she noticed how easily her fingertip sank into Penny’s most
intimate hollow. Penny tensed her thighs; just moments away from
giving into the urge to push back onto the older lady’s finger – but
then… the finger withdrew, and the opportunity was lost. Penny bent
further forward, pushing her face into her mattress, hoping that at
least would stifle her sighs and conceal the blush burning across her
cheeks.

Audrey’s finger resumed its journey, following the short purple line
between Penny’s holes. From experience Audrey knew the time spent on
tiptoes suspended from the bedframe could be particularly cruel on the
tender flesh of a girl’s perineum. This bruise would be the last to
fade, aching whenever the girl crossed her legs, a lasting reminder of
her naughtiness.

The bruise ended at the entrance to her vagina, here her panties had
parted her inner lips, which were now puffy and sticky wet. Audrey ran
her finger between the labia tracing the tender regions where the
panties had pressed. At the top, her little nub was conspicuously
swollen in size, peeping out from its sheath as if demanding her
attention. The governess pulled Penny’s hood back, gently massaging
the little bulb underneath, checking Penny’s need to come. Her back
arched in response. Very much in need it seemed. That was too bad.

Above Penny’s hood the faint pink line faded away as it reached the
summit of the charming little bump of her mound. It was a classic
punishment panty stripe, enough to make Audrey’s own parts tingle. Her
only regret was that she couldn’t kneel between Penny’s splayed legs
right now and trace the line with her tongue…

And if you fancy recreating that scene in the privacy of your own bedroom, you should definitely read (and share with your loved one)… 

How to conduct a Bottom Inspection

Naughty Game #14: Bottom Inspection

The latest in the naughty games series! This can be coupled with Naughty Game #13 (Inspections for Girls) or the upcoming game #15 (Inspections for Boys).

The aim of this game is to not masturbate the subject anally, but to physically and visually examine the subject’s bottom. The inspector should touch lightly and economically, and the examination should never be painful, so this game should provide a good introduction for those new to bottom play.

Optional Props

  • a mirror (recommended for self-inspections especially, it’ll be more comfortable if you can lie down without contorting yourself to see what you’re inspecting)
  • cotton buds or paintbrush (to help minimise touches, and provide unique sensations)
  • a glass of water (for dipping fingertips / buds / brushes)

The inspection game can be played alone (inspecting yourself), or with a partner (one being inspected or taking it in turns).

How to Play

The aim of this game is for the observer to examine the subject. If you’re playing alone, this will be a self-examination. 

To start, have the subject get undressed and lie down somewhere comfortably.

The subject should not be allowed to touch themselves, restrain them if needs be.

There are five stages to a bottom inspection: Display, Buttocks, Cleft, Circling and Penetration, each of which will now be explained.

Step 1 – Display

The subject should kneel, raising their bottom into the air and then hold their bottom cheeks apart with both hands.

The subject should then hold this position for several minutes, so they can feel the cool air between their legs and on their bottom hole. This sensation can be intensified by wetting the bottom hole.

Whilst holding themselves open, the inspector can monitor the effect on the subject’s level of sexual arousal caused by having their bottom on display.

Step 2 – Buttocks

Now the physical inspection can begin by examining the subject’s bottom cheeks. Lightly touch the skin in various places, evaluating its smoothness.

If the subject is male and their bottom is unacceptably hairy, you may like to shave them before continuing.

Lightly fondle each buttock whilst the subject moves their legs and hips, so you can feel the muscles under their skin tense and relax. See how this movement affects the round shape of each mound.

Give the subject a set of quick spanks in different regions, enough to produce a faint blush, notice how some areas turn pink quicker than others.

Spank with the same force and see how some areas are more sensitive, these are where the concentration of nerve endings are greatest. You’ll tend to find them at the base of each buttock and the tops of the thighs.

Step 3 – Cleft

Next, have the subject hold their buttocks apart again, and begin inspecting the region in between. If you are doing this alone, you may find it easier to lie on your back with legs upward, or on all-fours with a mirror between your legs.

The inspector might check between the cheeks, wiping the subject’s bottom with a wetwipe or tissue to assess the state of their intimate cleanliness – or indeed their level of arousal. They might also check the subject is properly shaved.

The inspector should also spend time examining the different regions within the subject’s cleft. From the ticklish skin at the top, to the darker coloured crinkled skin around the bottom hole. Not forgetting the sensitive pink skin of the perineum, and its intimate boundary with their vulva or scrotum.

Step 4 – Circling

The greatest concentration of nerves in the subject’s bottom is at the opening of their anus, so that tiny circle deserves special examination.

Use a fingertip or brush or cotton-bud to slowly rub around the subject’s bottom hole, try circling it several times clockwise, then several times anticlockwise. Notice the effect this has on the subject’s level of arousal.

The inspector should remind the subject that the next stage will involve pushing beyond their tight little hole. Each time you complete a spiral around their anus, let your fingertip linger over the hole, pushing against it gently, notice how over time its resistance lessens and it begins to admit more of the intruding finger.

For variety, the inspector may wish to return to earlier stages, to stroke, fondle and spank the subject’s cheeks – before going back to circling, until you feel it beginning to relax and open, like it wants something inside.

If you are examining yourself, circling your bottom hole can be a very enjoyable sensation when combined with self-spanking.

Step 5 – Penetration

Once the subject is suitably relaxed, the inspector can begin rubbing some lubricant around their bottom hole. If no lube is available, saliva can be used, or even vaseline (for lips). Aroused girls can transfer some of their vaginal wetness.

The inspector should ensure their nails are short and well-filed, with no sharp edges. Also take off any rings on your fingers. If your nails are unsuitable, use a dedicated anal toy instead – like a butt plug. Don’t use any other objects, it’s best to be safe.

Begin with your thinnest finger first, ensure your fingertip is lubricated, and then slowly push it into the subject’s bottom hole. Stop if the subject reports uncomfortable pain, and go back to the previous step to relax their anus more.

Remember, anal play is different to vaginal play: so don’t slide your finger in and out, slowly intrude and just hold it in place, and let the subject experience the sensations.

Feel the tightness around your finger, how the subject’s bottom clenches against it. Give a brief spanking with your other hand, and feel the effect of each smack as your finger is squeezed.

If you started with your little finger first, once you can push that all the way in, you can try with your ring finger next, then your index finger, and finally your thumb or middle finger.

For some, the sensation of being filled is enough to prompt their climax. Boys may feel the pressure on their prostate stimulating, whilst girls might find their vaginal muscles twitching.

But try not to push the subject to the point of climax, remember the aim of this game is inspection not masturbation. A good inspection leaves both subject and inspector eager for more.


Inspections can also be used as the basis for your own games, here’s a few ideas that might inspire you:


Variation 1 – Self-Examination

Objective of the game is to see how long you can examine yourself before your willpower falters and you begin to start masturbating.


Variation 2 – Long Distance Examination

Inspections can be conducted over video chat, or if you’d rather leave more to your partner’s imagination, send them a new email or text message or image after you’ve conducted each stage of your examination.

Variation 3 – Examination Roleplay

Inspections can be incorporated into lots of erotic roleplaying scenarios. The subject might be a slave being inspected before purchase by a new Roman master. Or a captive examined by a pirate captain, or by a eunuch before being admitted into the Sultan’s harem. Or a schoolgirl being examined before or after a spanking.

Where the subject is a captive, like in a prison strip search, they can be bound or cuffed. Alternatively the inspection might be more informal, like a visit to a gyno, doctor or the school nurse. In this case, if you like the feel, you might try inspecting wearing latex gloves.

The best way to start role-playing is simply for the inspector to state to the subject why they need to be inspected, and to instruct them to undress. That sets the scene, and the inspector can improvise the rest.

Remember – the inspector should ensure they don’t pleasure their subject, and economise their touches like a doctor, so they leave the subject aching to be rubbed.

Inspections feature in a number of my stories, so if you’d like further inspiration for scenes to reenact, read the scene at the end of the story Abstract Art, there are some good descriptions in Punishment Panties and Carrot and Stick  as well as shorter inspections in several other stories, such as Inevitable.

Have fun!

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