Spanking Theatre

Spanking stories for the theatre between your ears



A youthful sub is kneeled at her mistress’s knees. She has her head laid in her lap, as her mistress strokes her hair, careful of the braided bun in the back of her head. She has a similar one, though more voluminous. She’s reading a book silently, still stroking her subs soft hair. It isn’t sex, not right now, but it could be. But for now? Both are content beneath the soft light of the lamp, and the quiet of the atmosphere, bathing in one another’s presence.

I love scenes of such simple intimacy.

It makes me think of Pride and Obedience, a pet sitting on her obedience stool, her head on her Mistress’s lap, who is stroking her pet’s carefully braided hair.

I like to imagine that Mistress will soon begin reading aloud. Perhaps it is poetry, a lyrical expression of loving affection. Or perhaps she has a story to tell, of eroticism and lust, of pain and pleasure, of authority and submission.

Or maybe it is her pet’s journal, which she presents to her Mistress as a daily offering. And now she is reading about her pet’s contentment, her perfect satisfaction of feeling loved and cared for.

And in that moment, both feel complete, and blissfully happy.

Can you do more stories about inspections and rectal thermometers? The very thought of being bent over and exposed like that excites me so much…

Being undressed and intimately scrutinised by an authority figure seems to be a popular fantasy. From the messages I’ve received, many find the prospect of having a thermometer probing their bottoms both mortifyingly embarrassing and intensely arousing. 

It’s not hard to see the erotic attraction. Just imagine having your temperature taken after a spanking, as your disciplinarian spreads your sore cheeks apart to reveal your tight little bottom hole. Your arousal would be unmistakeable. Evasion would be impossible.

Perhaps you’d be over your disciplinarian’s knee. Hands clutching your hot blushing face as the thin lubed stem of the thermometer pushes inside you. Or perhaps you’d be on your back on your bed, your nightie gathered around your chest and your legs raised high in the air.

Your disciplinarian would see everything, of course. Your desperate shame adding to the erotic thrill. But, just like all the best acts of discipline, temperature taking is performed “for your own good”. It might be embarrassing, but it’s done because your carer cares about you – and that simple fact is the most erotic reason of them all…

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