Search

Spanking Theatre

Spanking stories for the theatre between your ears

Tag

DDlg

The Naughty Well-Behaved

I find it delightful that those who were once so well-behaved are those who fantasise most about being naughty.

Simply because: it’s fun to be naughty.

It’s fun to fantasise about breaking the rules you’ve spent your entire life studiously obeying.

Especially when there’s someone strict to set the boundaries.

This respect for rules is often found in those who’d actually feel incredibly guilty should they ever be caught breaking actual laws, or transgressing social expectations.

But that powerful emotional response can be channelled into powerfully arousing urges. That’s exactly why a desire to be naughty is common theme in erotic fantasies, a psychological outlet for guilt that can be satisfied in private, in the safe, intimate playground of the bedroom.

We want to surround ourselves with nice people, good citizens with no desire to vandalise society or abuse others. So ‘misbehaviour’ for the well-behaved is about taboo breaking, invented little transgressions that damage nothing, yet demand physical punishment from trusted disciplinarians.

That’s why spanking fantasies are so popular. The naughty schoolgirl and her stern headmaster, the young lady and her strict governess, the brat sent her room, and dozens of other variations.

These are imaginary stories that satisfy a deep, psychological need to be punished, a context for the infliction of an enjoyable level of pain, in order to satisfy deeply private masochistic tendencies. 

So show me a good girl,

and I’ll lift her veil…

and show you someone

very naughty indeed…

Do you enjoy the Daddy kink? And do any of your stories sway towards it?

I enjoy all kinds of roleplay, from stern headmasters and doctors to aristocratic disciplinarians. I’ve even played at being a headmistress too, which is a lot of fun. So yes, I do enjoy playing a strict Daddy who believes in smacked bottoms for naughty little girls.

Of my stories, Carrot and Stick describes a couple where he plays the Daddy. The intro to that story has her masturbating in bed, imagining she was a little girl who was spanked at school. Sandalwood and Ginger describes the development of a similar relationship.

There are hints of Mummy and Daddy disciplinarians in some of my other stories too, but I’ll leave you to discover them

Bedtime stories

What’s the hottest thing you can do with a partner without taking your clothes off?

Read them a story.

Reading erotic stories doesn’t have to be a solitary pursuit. Choose one that excites you, and just start reading it aloud.

It might be you’ve never considered the erotic power of just your voice, and your partner’s imagination. But you should.

Invite your partner to lie back and listen, and begin reading – and slowly you’ll start to paint vivid pictures in their mind. Better yet, bind and blindfold them, then they’ll truly be at the mercy of your voice, forced to listen helplessly to your devilishly arousing words…

If your partner likes being a little, put them to bed. Watch them putting on their pajamas or nightie, then tuck them into bed. Sit close beside them, and read them a story. Let them close their eyes and drift into dreamland. Perhaps you’ll let them fiddle under the covers. Perhaps you won’t.

Or imagine you’re sitting on your sofa, a perfect opportunity to put your lover over your knee, and read from a phone or tablet resting on their back. Every now and then, as you pause to stroke the screen to move to the next page, you follow it up with a corresponding stroke between their legs.

You unwind the story into their ear, rubbing and patting their bottom as an inevitable spanking approaches. What happens next has already been written, frozen into words many months ago – years even – yet the listener must wait, as the storyteller brings the moment of their discipline closer, word by word, sentence by sentence.

Suddenly, a story shared becomes a playground, with endless opportunities for improvisation. How will the storyteller interpret that lifted skirt or that passionate kiss, or that lingering touch? You might even find it helps overcome the awkwardness of erotic experimentation. After all, it was just the story that made me do it.

If you want more bedtime stories, perhaps it’s time to start dropping hints. Share stories you love with your lover, just a simple comment at the end should do it…

Bedtime story? xxx

Duties toward your Daddy

DEVOIRS ENVERS VOTRE PÈRE

image
image

Image: Caritas Romana by Gaspar de Crayer, c1625.

Caritas Romana [Roman Charity] is a 2000 year old exemplary story about Pero, a dutiful Roman daughter and her captive father, Cimon. It later became a very popular subject for 16th,17th and 18th century painters, meant to symbolise the virtues of filial piety. Though to modern eyes, it seems rather kinky…


I

Si monsieur votre père vous dit d’une voix furieuse : « Tu n’es plus ma fille ! » ne lui répondez pas en rigolant : « Il y a longtemps que je le savais ! »

If your father tells you in a furious voice: “You are not my daughter!” Do not answer back jokingly: “I’ve known that for a long time!”


II

Quand monsieur votre père se présente dans la société qui vous entoure, ne dites pas : « Voilà le cocu ! » ou, si vous le dites, dites-le tout bas.

When your father enters society in your company, do not say: “Here comes the cuckold! "Or, if you do, whisper it quietly.


III

Si vous buvez un verre de bière dans le billard de votre papa, vous ferez mal; et si vous pissez dedans pour qu’on ne s’en aperçoive pas, vous ne ferez qu’aggraver votre faute.

If you drink a glass of beer in Daddy’s billiard room, you are being naughty; and if you piss in it so it passes unnoticed, you are only aggravating your wrongdoing.


IV

Si vous vous asseyez sur la cuisse gauche de monsieur votre père, ne vous frottez pas le cul sur sa pine pour le faire bander, à moins que vous ne soyez seule avec lui.

If you sit on Daddy’s left thigh, do not rub your pussy on his cock to wind him up, not unless you are alone with him.


V

Si monsieur votre père vous prie de le sucer, ne dites pas étourdiment que sa pine sent le con de la bonne. Il pourrait se demander d’où vient que vous reconnaissiez cette odeur-là.

If Daddy asks you to suck him, do not giddily say that his cock smells like the maid’s cunt. He might ask how you recognize that smell.


VI

Si monsieur votre père vous conduit au bordel pour vous faire gougnotter par des putains habiles, ne donnez pas votre adresse à toutes ces demoiselles pour échanger des cartes postales. Une petite fille du monde ne doit aller au bordel que dans le plus strict incognito.

If Daddy takes you to the brothel to be pleasured by skillful whores, do not give your address to all the girls so you may exchange postcards. A little girl in the world should always visit a brothel strictly incognito.


VII

Si vous êtes en train de vous branler quand votre père entre dans votre chambre, arrêtez-vous : c’est plus convenable.

If you are masturbating when Daddy enters your bedroom, stop: it’s more decent that way.


VIII

Si monsieur votre père daigne éjaculer quelquefois dans votre petite bouche, acceptez cela les yeux baissés, et comme un grand honneur dont vous n’êtes pas digne. Surtout n’allez pas ensuite vous en vanter comme une sotte à l’oreille de votre maman.

If your Daddy sometimes deigns to ejaculate in your little mouth, accept it with downcast eyes as a great honour of which you are not worthy. But above all, do not then go boasting like a fool within earshot of your mother.

[ Table of Contents ] .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . [ Next >> ]

Duties toward your Daddy

DEVOIRS ENVERS VOTRE PÈRE

image
image

Image: Caritas Romana by Gaspar de Crayer, c1625.

Caritas Romana [Roman Charity] is a 2000 year old exemplary story about Pero, a dutiful Roman daughter and her captive father, Cimon. It later became a very popular subject for 16th,17th and 18th century painters, meant to symbolise the virtues of filial piety. Though to modern eyes, it seems rather kinky…


I

Si monsieur votre père vous dit d’une voix furieuse : « Tu n’es plus ma fille ! » ne lui répondez pas en rigolant : « Il y a longtemps que je le savais ! »

If your father tells you in a furious voice: “You are not my daughter!” Do not answer back jokingly: “I’ve known that for a long time!”


II

Quand monsieur votre père se présente dans la société qui vous entoure, ne dites pas : « Voilà le cocu ! » ou, si vous le dites, dites-le tout bas.

When your father enters society in your company, do not say: “Here comes the cuckold! "Or, if you do, whisper it quietly.


III

Si vous buvez un verre de bière dans le billard de votre papa, vous ferez mal; et si vous pissez dedans pour qu’on ne s’en aperçoive pas, vous ne ferez qu’aggraver votre faute.

If you drink a glass of beer in Daddy’s billiard room, you are being naughty; and if you piss in it so it passes unnoticed, you are only aggravating your wrongdoing.


IV

Si vous vous asseyez sur la cuisse gauche de monsieur votre père, ne vous frottez pas le cul sur sa pine pour le faire bander, à moins que vous ne soyez seule avec lui.

If you sit on Daddy’s left thigh, do not rub your pussy on his cock to wind him up, not unless you are alone with him.


V

Si monsieur votre père vous prie de le sucer, ne dites pas étourdiment que sa pine sent le con de la bonne. Il pourrait se demander d’où vient que vous reconnaissiez cette odeur-là.

If Daddy asks you to suck him, do not giddily say that his cock smells like the maid’s cunt. He might ask how you recognize that smell.


VI

Si monsieur votre père vous conduit au bordel pour vous faire gougnotter par des putains habiles, ne donnez pas votre adresse à toutes ces demoiselles pour échanger des cartes postales. Une petite fille du monde ne doit aller au bordel que dans le plus strict incognito.

If Daddy takes you to the brothel to be pleasured by skillful whores, do not give your address to all the girls so you may exchange postcards. A little girl in the world should always visit a brothel strictly incognito.


VII

Si vous êtes en train de vous branler quand votre père entre dans votre chambre, arrêtez-vous : c’est plus convenable.

If you are masturbating when Daddy enters your bedroom, stop: it’s more decent that way.


VIII

Si monsieur votre père daigne éjaculer quelquefois dans votre petite bouche, acceptez cela les yeux baissés, et comme un grand honneur dont vous n’êtes pas digne. Surtout n’allez pas ensuite vous en vanter comme une sotte à l’oreille de votre maman.

If your Daddy sometimes deigns to ejaculate in your little mouth, accept it with downcast eyes as a great honour of which you are not worthy. But above all, do not then go boasting like a fool within earshot of your mother.

[ Table of Contents ] .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . [ Next >> ]

Ten

Stern words
Softly spoken
Just loud enough
For passers-by to hear
Naughty brat!
Just you wait
‘Til we get home…

Not such a big girl now?
Led home by the hand
Footsteps stuttering
Tummy fluttering
Silently uttering
Internally muttering

I know how you love
Acting up in public
Challenging my presence
You also know the price
Of bratty disobedience
Taken straight home for
A little corrective adventure
Ten different spankings
All around the house


The front door clicks shut
I don’t know why you’re smirking, Missy
You may go to the living room
And get undressed
Nose in the naughty corner
And wait for me

I watch you from the doorway
Stroking and fondling
Your bare bottom cheeks
Soon to be stinging
Sore and pink
And peeping out from in between
Those cute round globes
Your plug’s gleaming glint
No doubt the origin of today’s
Display of bratty pique


Our spanking odyssey shall begin
Now, right here on the sofa
My strict finger beckons
Come hither, minx…

You drift slowly towards me
Chastely covering your
Stiff tits and smooth bare mound
One last coquettish act of innocence
Bending over with
A martyr’s grace

I lift my palm and let it fall
And feel you flinch as
It lands upon your flesh
Again, and again, until
A pretty pink blush begins
To seep across your pristine skin
One


Now, up you get, young lady
I expect to find you in the dining room
On the table
On your hands and knees

I wonder would our guests believe
That you get punished where they eat?
You hear this scratchy rustling sound
That’s me pulling out my leather belt
It stings so cruelly, yet
Still you push out for more
Which I reward by tugging your plug

To turn your whimpers into moans
Two


Report to my study, girl
You may stand facing the bookcase
In silent contemplation
I’ll be along to deal with you soon

Did you notice the wooden ruler
Awaiting your arrival on my desk?
You know the fate of naughty schoolgirls
Sent to the headmaster for their sins
Now bend over and touch your toes
Cool wood rubs against your cheeks
Then your little dance begins
Writhing as your bottom’s whacked
Three


I know you want to rub
You fiery ache away
But not yet, girl
I grasp your wrist

As we jog along the hallway
You see the plastic shoehorn
Carelessly discarded on the floor
Or maybe even deliberately placed
You try to pull away, this won’t do
Hands on knees, bottom out
You’ll find the little curvy strip
Slaps and smacks delightfully
Four


The kitchen is our destination
From the fridge I fetch
An uncut melon, placing it
In a wooden chair’s dimpled seat

Now straddle it, girl
Sit and feel its chilly skin
Cool and soothe your burning bum
And aching slit

I’ve a new recipe for you to try
Ah, the crucial ingredient
A wooden spatula
Lift your feet from off the floor
Place them on your wooden seat
So you can grind against
Your cold green mound
Sliding up and down
The clammy sticky slick that seeps
And flows with every spank
Five


Now, go wait for me on the patio
I don’t care if the neighbours see
I’m going to get the slappy paddle
No, I don’t care if the neighbours hear

Why so bashful now, girl?
Earlier you seemed so keen
To make a very public scene
If the loud paddle smacks
Betray your naughtiness
Attracting eyes to spy upon
Your bare pink nakedness
That’s just too bad
Six


Go to the guest bedroom
I want to find you on the bed
Head down, bum up, legs spread
Ready for your bottom inspection

I arrive and pluck the silver plug
From your little gaping hole
Let me massage your sore pink cheeks
And scrutinise how wet you are
Soaking wet! You filthy girl!
Slide a finger deep into your bum
And keep it in as this ebony hairbrush
Metes out your just deserts
Seven


You may stay there, young lady
And hold your throbbing bum apart
Listening to distant splashes and gurgles
As I run a bath for you

Then I take your hand, and lead you
Towards a cloud of fragrant steamy wisps
Bathtime for you, you dirty minx
A thorough rubbing following every curve
An intimate cleansing of your stickiness
Then a lesson with the bathbrush
A reminder of how much more
A wet bum stings
Eight


Stand up straight, girl
For the fluffy towel’s embrace
That rubs and swabs and tickles
Every tender crevice

Then I ask: which room next my dear?
You answer me with eager eyes
Tugging my hand towards our bedroom

You halt, seeing the flogger on the bed
Lie down, my dear, you must be tired
Lift your legs up, show me everything
The kiss of a dozen suede lashes
Is going to sting your pretty slit
Nine


I won’t be needing these anymore
You watch my clothing slither to the floor
With a hungry longing stare
Our little adventure all around the house
Very exciting for us both, it seems
Now kneel on the bed for me, my dear
And spread your wanton cunt apart
I promised you ten

Feel my palm smack against your arse
Then something hard between your slit
Slap. Moan. Thrust
Gasp. Spank. Thrust
I hope you’ve learned your lesson now
Obedience is its own reward
And good girls say the magic word
You’re so close now

Will it be a whack
Or a thrust
That’s the one
That makes you come?
Ten

@spankingtheatre 2016

Ten

Stern words
Softly spoken
Just loud enough
For passers-by to hear
Naughty brat!
Just you wait
‘Til we get home…

Not such a big girl now?
Led home by the hand
Footsteps stuttering
Tummy fluttering
Silently uttering
Internally muttering

I know how you love
Acting up in public
Challenging my presence
You also know the price
Of bratty disobedience
Taken straight home for
A little corrective adventure
Ten different spankings
All around the house


The front door clicks shut
I don’t know why you’re smirking, Missy
You may go to the living room
And get undressed
Nose in the naughty corner
And wait for me

I watch you from the doorway
Stroking and fondling
Your bare bottom cheeks
Soon to be stinging
Sore and pink
And peeping out from in between
Those cute round globes
Your plug’s gleaming glint
No doubt the origin of today’s
Display of bratty pique


Our spanking odyssey shall begin
Now, right here on the sofa
My strict finger beckons
Come hither, minx…

You drift slowly towards me
Chastely covering your
Stiff tits and smooth bare mound
One last coquettish act of innocence
Bending over with
A martyr’s grace

I lift my palm and let it fall
And feel you flinch as
It lands upon your flesh
Again, and again, until
A pretty pink blush begins
To seep across your pristine skin
One


Now, up you get, young lady
I expect to find you in the dining room
On the table
On your hands and knees

I wonder would our guests believe
That you get punished where they eat?
You hear this scratchy rustling sound
That’s me pulling out my leather belt
It stings so cruelly, yet
Still you push out for more
Which I reward by tugging your plug

To turn your whimpers into moans
Two


Report to my study, girl
You may stand facing the bookcase
In silent contemplation
I’ll be along to deal with you soon

Did you notice the wooden ruler
Awaiting your arrival on my desk?
You know the fate of naughty schoolgirls
Sent to the headmaster for their sins
Now bend over and touch your toes
Cool wood rubs against your cheeks
Then your little dance begins
Writhing as your bottom’s whacked
Three


I know you want to rub
You fiery ache away
But not yet, girl
I grasp your wrist

As we jog along the hallway
You see the plastic shoehorn
Carelessly discarded on the floor
Or maybe even deliberately placed
You try to pull away, this won’t do
Hands on knees, bottom out
You’ll find the little curvy strip
Slaps and smacks delightfully
Four


The kitchen is our destination
From the fridge I fetch
An uncut melon, placing it
In a wooden chair’s dimpled seat

Now straddle it, girl
Sit and feel its chilly skin
Cool and soothe your burning bum
And aching slit

I’ve a new recipe for you to try
Ah, the crucial ingredient
A wooden spatula
Lift your feet from off the floor
Place them on your wooden seat
So you can grind against
Your cold green mound
Sliding up and down
The clammy sticky slick that seeps
And flows with every spank
Five


Now, go wait for me on the patio
I don’t care if the neighbours see
I’m going to get the slappy paddle
No, I don’t care if the neighbours hear

Why so bashful now, girl?
Earlier you seemed so keen
To make a very public scene
If the loud paddle smacks
Betray your naughtiness
Attracting eyes to spy upon
Your bare pink nakedness
That’s just too bad
Six


Go to the guest bedroom
I want to find you on the bed
Head down, bum up, legs spread
Ready for your bottom inspection

I arrive and pluck the silver plug
From your little gaping hole
Let me massage your sore pink cheeks
And scrutinise how wet you are
Soaking wet! You filthy girl!
Slide a finger deep into your bum
And keep it in as this ebony hairbrush
Metes out your just deserts
Seven


You may stay there, young lady
And hold your throbbing bum apart
Listening to distant splashes and gurgles
As I run a bath for you

Then I take your hand, and lead you
Towards a cloud of fragrant steamy wisps
Bathtime for you, you dirty minx
A thorough rubbing following every curve
An intimate cleansing of your stickiness
Then a lesson with the bathbrush
A reminder of how much more
A wet bum stings
Eight


Stand up straight, girl
For the fluffy towel’s embrace
That rubs and swabs and tickles
Every tender crevice

Then I ask: which room next my dear?
You answer me with eager eyes
Tugging my hand towards our bedroom

You halt, seeing the flogger on the bed
Lie down, my dear, you must be tired
Lift your legs up, show me everything
The kiss of a dozen suede lashes
Is going to sting your pretty slit
Nine


I won’t be needing these anymore
You watch my clothing slither to the floor
With a hungry longing stare
Our little adventure all around the house
Very exciting for us both, it seems
Now kneel on the bed for me, my dear
And spread your wanton cunt apart
I promised you ten

Feel my palm smack against your arse
Then something hard between your slit
Slap. Moan. Thrust
Gasp. Spank. Thrust
I hope you’ve learned your lesson now
Obedience is its own reward
And good girls say the magic word
You’re so close now

Will it be a whack
Or a thrust
That’s the one
That makes you come?
Ten

@spankingtheatre 2016

Carrot and Stick has been my favorite so far. I came so hard reading it a few times. I hope you write more daddy Dom stories!

I’m sure I will. In the meantime, those who enjoy the thought of being put across Daddy’s knee for a good bare bottom spanking should also enjoy Sandalwood and Ginger and Treasure Hunt.

And not forgetting those who prefer the idea of being put over Mummy’s knee, I think they’ll find much satisfaction imagining themselves within the world of Ups and Downs.

Been naughty? Better go to your room!

Carrot and Stick has been my favorite so far. I came so hard reading it a few times. I hope you write more daddy Dom stories!

I’m sure I will. In the meantime, those who enjoy the thought of being put across Daddy’s knee for a good bare bottom spanking should also enjoy Sandalwood and Ginger and Treasure Hunt.

And not forgetting those who prefer the idea of being put over Mummy’s knee, I think they’ll find much satisfaction imagining themselves within the world of Ups and Downs.

Been naughty? Better go to your room!

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑