Spanking Theatre

Spanking stories for the theatre between your ears



I want your beautiful mind

Your coy and subtle intelligence

Your filthy imagination filled

Feverish with fantasies

Come hither reader

Stroke the page

Conjure the words and make them real

Why do I, a professional lady, find stories of poor schoolgirls being spanked so arousing?

What a good question.

Why do we find anything arousing? What is it that makes certain scenarios erotic?

For a start, the characters in erotic stories are fictional. So we give ourselves permission to imagine what we read figuratively rather than literally. There’s nothing arousing about Roald Dahl’s autobiographical recollections of his own childhood thrashings. They’re much too real, much too cruel.

But when it’s make-believe, we can imagine ourselves in the story. Because when you read about a poor schoolgirl being spanked, you’re actually imagining yourself in her position.

The thought of dressing up excites you.

The drama of being told to bend over arouses you.

And the sensation of having your panties pulled down thrills you. Doesn’t it?

The characters in the story are the canvas onto which you project your own erotic desires. That’s why fantasies tend to involve such general archetypes, strict headmistresses,
stern governesses and mischievous schoolgirls have been mainstays of erotic literature for

You want to be spanked, and reading about naughty girls having their bare bottoms smacked allows you to experience that feeling vicariously. In the privacy and safety of your own home.

In a way, the stories are a form of time travel, transporting you back in time to an alternate reality of your own schooldays. That’s why the characters in these stories are always older pupils, sexually aware 6th-formers or roleplaying grown-ups. They permit you to inhabit the mind of yourself as a young adult, at that thrilling time of sexual discovery, when the illicit was new, naughty and intoxicating.

So when you read about Alice or Serena being spanked, you’re really reading about the discipline you’ve always craved, and your own satisfaction.

The star of the story was always you.

And that is what excites you.

Glimpse is so original, so clever, so evocative, so beyond anything that I could write myself, that I barely know how to make a rational comment.

If my stories ever end up published in a book, I’d love to put this wonderful comment on the back cover.

Glimpse is still one of my favourite stories, a ghost story in the Gothic tradition, pitch black but darkly beautiful. And if you haven’t yet read it, I hope one day, you will…

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

Self-Spanking Challenge #11: Christmas Story

This 11th instalment of the Self-Spanking Challenge is a festive special! Newcomers can find previous challenges here.

Challenge – Day 11

In previous challenges, you’ve acted out your own fantasies, in this challenge, you’re going to explore what it’s like to act out a scene from someone else’s imagination, by improvising a scene from a story. And afterwards, you’re going to write about your vicarious experience…

Appropriately enough for this time of year, the story I’ve chosen for you is Christmas Present. If you haven’t already read it, you might want to read it now. The scene you’ll be enacting begins with the words:

Nancy sat on the bed compliantly.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” he said, as he began to close the door.

Then, just before the door shut, a line that would burn itself into her imagination:

“I’ve half a mind to put you over my knee.”

And continues until the narrator climaxes at the end of the section.

During the scene, you’ll be imagining yourself as heroic adventurer Nancy Jones (or Nathan Jones for boys). If you have appropriate garments, why not start by dressing up in a suitable costume?

The story involves a spanking with a slipper, but you can improvise with whatever implements you possess. During the course of the scene you’ll see there’s a conversation between Nancy and the Baron. Say both lines of dialogue aloud, using a different voice for each.

When the story calls for it, slowly pull down your panties, baring your bottom before it’s time to bend over. Then pick up your favoured implement and give yourself the good hard spanking the story describes. You can continue spanking until you feel your bottom is sore enough…

Afterwards, follow the direction of the story as you’re sent to stand in the corner, and hold your bottom apart. Place your phone or tablet somewhere nearby, so you can continue to read the dialogue.

If you want to experience the climax of the scene, lube or wet one of your fingers in your mouth, and place it against your bottom hole, and slowly impale yourself upon it. You may not have tried masturbating anally before, if so, now’s your chance to try it.

The section ends with the narrator experiencing an intense climax, I’m sure you’ll be keen to emulate that too.

Once you’ve come, you may sit down on your sore bottom and begin writing. You may write publicly on your blog, or privately in your own journal.

I challenge you to describe your vicarious experience – what was it like to play the character of Nancy (or Nathan) Jones? What was it like following the dialogue and actions in the story text rather than improvising your own fantasy? Did you find it harder or easier to spank yourself given you had surrendered control to the story?

Is this the first time you’ve re-enacted a scene from a spanking story? Does this challenge make you see spanking stories in a different light, as screenplays to potentially act out, rather than just naughty words to masturbate to?

If you post your write-up, don’t forget to add the tags #selfspankingchallenge and #selfspankingchallenge11

Hopefully this challenge will have given you some ideas. There are now a lot of stories on this blog, and hence a huge number of very erotic scenes you might like to try acting out. I think those with adventurous imaginations could have a lot of fun. Consider this my Christmas Present, to you.

Happy holidays!

Welcome, reader

A warm welcome to new readers, all those who’ve happened to chance upon this little realm of words.

Like intrepid wanderers amid a cosmopolitan city’s twisty back-alleys, who stumble out of the freezing rain and into a curious little bookshop. Imagine then, your great delight on realising every tome upon the heaving shelves concerns the fine art of spanking. I do hope you’d stay and browse.

Every now and then you stop, plucking a
book from the nearest shelf to test its worthiness, evaluating its
title, the claims on its back, even the musty woody scent of its pages.

But with so many stories to choose from, which should you choose? Which should you clutch close to your chest and take away, which one will you settle down in a cosy corner to read?

Perhaps you’d ask the young lady behind the counter, a faint blush still visible on her cheeks. You wonder what she was doing before the little bell sounded and you walked in. Then again, what would you be doing if you worked in a quiet haven packed full of erotic books?

You ask for her recommendations. She hesitates, pondering, remembering.

“Might I suggest Grimoire?” she says at last, “A tale of the magic of the written word, and its power to enchant and transport the mind. And one set in bookshop, appropriately enough.”

You nod as you consider her suggestion, delaying judgement, waiting to hear her alternatives.

“Too subtle?” she asks quizzically, “Then perhaps you’d prefer something more explicit? Something like Punishment Panties – a tale of naughty girls and their strict governess?”

You glance down at the book half opened on the wooden counter. Its title is written in angular Latin type, as if it had been chiselled into Roman stone.
On the cover is a painting, a bucolic scene, a horned satyr lithely dancing around a nubile nymph. The artist has not been coy
depicting the satyr’s erotic intent. 

The young lady smiles at your interest.

“Ah yes, Lupercalia. A tale of ancient erotic rituals, such an exciting work!”

Her eyes dip coyly, as her blush begins to bloom. You find yourself wondering if she gets her own bottom spanked.

“Of course, if history arouses you, there’s also the medieval jeopardy of the Throne of Shame…”

You ponder the sheer diversity of her suggestions, imagery suggested by their titles swimming through your mind. Perhaps you’ll choose one, or maybe you’ll just wander absent-mindedly through the towering canyons of words, until the light
dims eerily and you realise you’re now deep inside a labyrinth of shelves.

Everyone needs a place to lose themselves. That’s when you pluck the nearest story, settle back and begin to read…

And afterwards, perhaps you’ll like and share the tales you’ve enjoyed, for the benefit of those who follow in your footsteps.


I love all your stories. But this newest one is definitely my favorite. It made me drip I was so wet.

Delighted to hear it, I’m very pleased with how Stolen Essence turned out!

And I love comments like this, they’re like the little quotes you find on the rear of paperback books. The ones would-be readers ponder when browsing the shelves of a bookshop or library, when deciding what to pluck and read next.

So thanks indeed to those who share these stories, and huge feelgood hugs to those who reblog stories with a line or two of their own, expressing what they thought of it, or why they liked it. You folks are great!

How to enjoy an erotic ghost story

Stolen Essence, a brand new Halloween ghost story, has just been posted.

So here’s a few ideas for enjoying erotic ghost stories, and creating a playtime with a macabre twist…

The Captive

Imagine you’re held captive in a dungeon. Tie a wrist, a collar or your panties to the frame of your bed. Alternatively, tie your ankles to the front legs of a chair to hold your legs open. If your chosen scenario demands you are kept quiet, put your panties in your mouth to muffle your screams. Turn off the light and read the story illuminated by just your screen.

Why are you imprisoned? Perhaps you’ve been kidnapped or captured for ransom, perhaps you’re a rebel or pirate awaiting execution. Spank, pleasure and torment yourself as your imagination demands.

The Candle

Sit cross-legged and naked, with just a single long thick candle for company. Put a condom on the blunt end, light the wick at the other, and turn out the lights. Put something underneath you (like scrap paper) to catch any dripping wax, then read the story as you masturbate with the candle – without letting it go out.

If it does go out, give yourself a 2-minute spanking in the dark as a forfeit before you re-light the candle. If you like the burning sensation of molten wax, play with the candle above you, otherwise angle the candle away from you, with something underneath to catch the dripping wax. Perhaps you’ll be creative and use your candle to roleplay a witches’ coven, or an exorcism, or a seance…

The Magic Wand

Put on your wizard/witch’s robe (a sheet will suffice), with nothing underneath. As you read the story, cast spells with your magic wand – they might be protection spells, seeing spells, or punishment or pleasure spells that allow you the magician to vicariously experience aspects of the story.

If you own one of those old-fashioned wands – a stick, ruler or rod, cast your spells with smacks to your hands, thighs and bottom. If you have one of those new high-tech vibrating wands, you may cast your spells all over your body (and not just between your legs).

You might even want to go for a ride on your broom. Have you ever noticed how witches ride with their broomsticks right between their slits, tilted upwards to press their clits?

The Bedtime Story

Get someone to put you to bed, and read you a creepy story by candlelight. The reader doesn’t need to be in the same location as you, they can read it over a video chat. If they are nearby, it means reassuring hugs, rubs and cuddles during the scary bits. You might even find the story literally scares the pants off you.

Just be sure to ask for your storyteller’s permission before touching yourself, or your might find yourself pulled out of bed for a spanking, before being made to stand in the corner with a sore bum in the dark…

Halloween is a great excuse to explore and experiment with darker, more shadowy themes like
trepidation and anxiety, transgression and escapism, and jeopardy and torment. If you have a partner, and like the idea of Halloween-themed playtime, you might want to share this post with them. 

And if you’ve read Stolen Essence, and are keen to carry on playing, here’s a few more erotic ghost stories you might enjoy…

Share the joy of the written word

Here’s all the stories I’ve posted, ordered by their popularity…

I think some of those stories deserve a bit more love, don’t you? Especially some of the undiscovered gems at the bottom of the list.

Most erotic pictures routinely get hundreds or even thousands of likes, but written posts rarely achieve a fraction of that. Yet original writing is the result of a great deal of creative effort, and it needs its own champions. So, if you find erotic words arousing, perhaps you’ll share a few of your favourites?

Even better would be adding a few words beneath any story you repost, a sentence or two explaining why you enjoyed it, why your own readers might want to invite that story into their own imaginations. Because the magic of the written word deserves to be shared, don’t you think?

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