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Dialogue #3: Afternoon Tea with the Governess

The interactive discipline series is proving popular, so here’s a brand new story, once again written from a single character’s point of view. The
idea being that you can copy this text into a new post, write your half
of the story, and publish your own spanking story. Full instructions are here, and examples of what readers have created from the previous prompts are here.

This particular story will appeal to those who enjoy the erotic frisson of a Victorian setting. Those who fantasise about strict governesses, regular bottom inspections and well-decorated salons of delightful decorum…



Afternoon Tea with the Governess

The genteel sound of clinking fine china fills the salon as your dear friend Prudence lifts the dainty teapot and pours your tea. With a name like that, it seemed almost inevitable Prudence would become a governess.

You’ve known each other since you were adolescents, when you were first drawn towards her assertive, charismatic presence. Strict and stern, without being bossy, she was used to getting her own way. It was no surprise to find her now running such a prestigious household. You followed Prudence into the same profession, and it’s always a delight to visit and chat over a cup of exquisitely scented tea. What’s more, you always seem to come away having learned something new.

This time it was arriving to find Prudence’s eldest charge, Cordelia, sitting halfway up the hallway stairs. She was dressed in her nightgown, as if ready to be put to bed, but it was still only the middle of the afternoon. That was unusual enough, but what really intrigued you most was what she had in her mouth, a bright red rubber oval concealed it entirely, as if she’d painted her lips with the most vivid vermilion.

“Don’t mind Cordelia, she’s been a very naughty girl.”

“Ah, you noticed what Cordelia had in her mouth…”

“These really are wonderful inventions. They call them ‘Bottom Plugs’!”

“A dozen of different diameters was included with the enema kit I recently purchased. And they thoughtfully supply enough for a whole household!”

“Finest gutta-percha rubber, from the Malay colonies.”

“The plugs are meant to help prevent leaks and accidents, so whatever one uses to fill a bottom can be retained for as long as deemed necessary.”

“I’ve found the plugs particularly useful when there’s several queuing for the nozzle. Or I need to deal with any silly acting up, which might necessitate some bottom smacking.”

“But then I discovered another use for these delightful little items! The perfect remedy for disrespectful brats!”

“Now the girls know that if they’re cheeky or talk back, or use unladylike language, or let a lie pass their lips – they’ll have their mouths filled.”

“And if, subsequently, one dares makes a sound, they know they’ll have their plug taken from their mouth and put into their bottom. And a bigger thicker plug will take its place in her mouth.”

“My rule is simple: the plug they end the day with in their mouths will be inserted for their bedtime spanking and worn in bed overnight.”

“Of course, bedtime spankings need to be nice and hard. A hand-spanking over the knee is barely any punishment at all. I think most girls would LOVE to go to bed tingling after a few smacks on their bums.”

“Several times I’ve even heard the girls playing spanking games, but I just listen in silence from the other side of the door, I never interrupt.”

“Did you play spanking games? I suspect most who enter our profession choose to be Teacher when playing “Classroom”. Where the punishment for misbehaviour was always a good spanking, and always on the bare bottom. Am I correct?”

“Go on…”

“And what happened?”

“How interesting…”

“My point exactly. Young ladies enjoy a warm bottom. That’s why if they’ve earned a bedtime spanking, I ensure it is a punishment. I have them bend over the bottom of the bed, lift their nightgowns, and use my thick leather strap.”

“They get a long hard strapping. Until there’s sniffling and tears.”

“If they’ve been really naughty, I’ll rub ginger paste around their plug before I push it into their bottom.”

“Indeed. To ensure they don’t remove it overnight, you should always perform an inspection when you wake them in the morning. That way they won’t have time to slip it back in. Only if they wore it overnight, will it still be in place.”

“You can also get nightgowns with fixtures allowing the front hem to be tied to the back, between the legs. Which provide the additional advantage of excluding wandering fingers.”

“I know some rubbing is unavoidable. That’s why you must send them to bed with a very sore bum, one that can’t be soothed away by fingers straying underneath the covers.”

“Oh of course they touch themselves. I can hear that quite clearly from the other side of the door. But I don’t punish masturbation. That would be hypocritical!”

“But I do insist my girls always ask permission before they touch themselves. Now they know the punishment for lying is the plug in their mouths, I’ve found they’re quite candid with me. This is as it should be. It allows me to ensure they are not masturbating excessively.”

“Twice a week is acceptable. We have our own little system. But never more than twice, otherwise I they’ll find themselves being put to bed in my room, wearing tieable mittens, where I can keep an eye on them.”

“Perhaps you’d like a demonstration of the kind of obedience my bottom plugs can instill.”

“I’ll just fetch Cordelia from the naughty step.”

“Here, young lady. Kneel on the naughty stool. I’ll just roll up the hem of your gown so our gracious guest can get a good look at your bare bottom.”

“As you can see, she hasn’t been plugged down here yet.”

“Now, I’m going to give her a spanking paddle. That’s it, you know what to do, dear. Rest it against your bare bottom.”

“She knows my rule. Whenever either of us mention her name, she’ll give herself a hard smack. Isn’t that right, Cordelia?”

“You see? Cordelia has learned to be a very obedient young lady.”

“If you’re a good girl Cordelia, I might take the plug from your mouth.”

“Six more spanks on each cheek, Cordelia.”

“Are you enjoying watching Cordelia spank herself?”

“Six more whacks, Cordelia, nice and hard.”

“And I’m sure it hasn’t escaped your notice that another advantage of a plug in her mouth is that there’s no complaining or pleading, isn’t that right Cordelia?”

“Ten more spanks to finish, Cordelia, alternating on each cheek.”

“That’s a good girl. Get up now, and give me the paddle. You can take out your plug and clean it in the bathroom. Then go to your room.”

“Oh! You’d like to give me one of your rings? Why, of course, young lady. To your room then.”

“Here I should explain our little system. I have given those in my charge in this household two silver rings, you may have noticed them on their fingers…”

“Whenever they wish to masturbate, they must give up one of their rings. If I deem it a permissible time, there are no outstanding tasks or chores for instance, I will take the ring and allow them to go to their room.”

“I give any rings in my posession back on Sunday evening, so everyone starts the week with two again.”

“Persistent naughtiness may lead to me retaining one or both or their rings, in which case, of course, no touching will be permitted that week.”

“On your next visit, you really must bring your own Emmeline along. She is a wilful little minx! She can kneel beside Cordelia, and get their spankings together.”

“No doubt when they’re finally dismissed to their rooms, they’ll soothe and explore each other’s sore bottoms. We might even hear their distant cries and gasps! Would that excite you, to go upstairs and spy on what’s happening, and witness the two young ladies in congress?”

“Do you find that prospect arousing?”

“Stand up, lift your skirts. Oh yes, your drawers are quite soaked.”

“I have a feeling you’ll be coming round to visit quite often.”

“But before you go, I think I’d better teach you how to apply my spanking technique.”

“Slip out of your dress, and step out of your undergarments. Remember, spankings should always take place on the bare bottom.”

“Up we get, kneel on the naughty stool.”

“Now take the paddle, reach back and place it against your bottom.”

“Remember, a good hard smack, every time I say your name.”

“Give yourself a smack on each cheek to get started.”

“Now six whacks on each cheek.”

“Good. Six more. Can you feel the heat and stinging building?”

“Perfect. I expect naughty Emmeline to be well trained in spanking herself by the time you next visit.”

“Another six. I intend to teach you what a well-spanked bottom actually feels like…”

“I suspect Cordelia is playing already, stroking herself to the distant sound of your whacking. I wonder if you find that equally arousing?”

“Mmmm, I think I’m going to enjoy these little visits immensely…”



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Dialogue #2: The Discovery

Back by popular demand! This is my half of a brand new interactive discipline story, written from a single character’s point of view. The idea being that you can copy this text into a new post, write your half of the story, and publish your own spanking story. Full instructions are here, and examples of what readers have created from the previous prompt are here.

Notes: I’ve deliberately left the gender of the two characters undefined, so readers can choose what combination works best for themselves. The gender of the disciplinarian is also left ambiguous so you can choose your own antagonist – a Mummy or Daddy, a governess, a strict uncle, a nun, a headmaster or headmistress – or whoever else features in your fantasies…




The Discovery

“This is very naughty of us! Just lying here on my bed, in nothing but our underwear.”

“You do know what would happen if we were caught, don’t you?”

“We would be spanked for sure! On our bare bottoms!”

“Does that thought appal or arouse you?”

“I have to confess, the thought of being caught and spanked really turns me on.”

“You’re curious too, aren’t you?”

“Do you want me to show you what happens?”

“Sit down on the edge of the bed then.”

“Now beckon me towards your lap and scold me, tell me how very naughty I’ve been.”

“Ooo yes, so stern and strict! I do like that.”

“Now, pull down my panties.”

“Eeek! Now I’m completely bare and exposed. Tell me off for covering myself, tell me to move my hands away.”

“The embarrassment! Now you can see how excited I am!”

“Tell me I deserve a good hard spanking on my bare bottom.”

“Tell me to bend over.”

“Do you like having my poor little bottom at your mercy?”

“Now raise your palm high, and smack my naughty bum.”

“Oh my goodness! And again.”

“You’re so strict! Have you given many spankings?”

“Ooo, yes. I’ve been so very naughty.”

“Oh my…”

“My poor little bottom must be so hot and pink!”

“Thank you for disciplining me.”

“That was amazing, you’re a wonderful spanker!”

“Now, I’ve got a special treat for you too!”

“Perhaps you’ll allow me to undress you too?”

“There we go, both completely naked now. Looks like you found smacking my bottom quite exciting too.”

“Lie back on the bed, please.”

“I want to tie you up. That OK?”

“Hands above your head on the bedframe, please. Put your wrists together so I can bind them.”

“Now legs wide apart. Feet to the corners of the bed. I’ve a couple of scarves here to tie your ankles.”

“My goodness. What a beautiful view. All spread open and at my mercy.”

“Now, let me join you.”

“The 69 position is the perfect way to say thank you for a spanking. You get to see what you’ve done to my poor bottom up close, and kiss it all better.”

“And I get to say thank you between your legs.”

“Oh yes, just there…”

“Mmmm. So good…”

“But I do have a confession to make…”

“But first, I’m just going to get up, and unlock our door.”

“What if we’re discovered? Well, funny you should say that. I suppose you’d better climax quietly.”

“There back in position, do keep licking as I explain.”

“I’m afraid I’ve done something very, very naughty…”

“Before we started playing, I asked for a visit to my room. The time I gave is fast approaching, so I expect we’ll be caught with our tongues between each other’s legs some time in the next 10 minutes.”

“No point in struggling, I’ve tied you up perfectly tight.”

“We will of course, have to be severely dealt with.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if we were immediately bent over the bottom of the bed!”

“How do you think we’ll be spanked?”

“Slippered? Strapped? Whacked with the cane?”

“No, I can’t let you go now, have you any idea how long I’ve been planning this?”

“Do you think we’ll be spanked together, or will have to take turns? One of us bending over the bottom of the bed, staring between the other’s legs as they’re punished? Or maybe you’ll be lying on your back like you are now, hands still tied to the frame, but with me holding your legs up.”

“Maybe you’ll get extra when they see you’ve already spanked my poor little bottom!”

“Perhaps we’ll even be made to spank each other! Just imagine that!”

“I’d have to spank you very hard, of course. And I expect you’d do just the same to me, since I’ve gotten you into so much trouble!”

“Shall I keep licking? Would you like me to make you come just as the door swings open, just as we’re discovered?”

“Perhaps you’d like to be caught with your own mouth full, with your tongue pushing against my bottom hole?”

“I think I hear footsteps coming…”

“So very, very close…”

“We’re so very, very naughty…”

“Oh my…”


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The Lecture

This is my half of an interactive discipline story. I strongly encourage all readers to copy this text into a new post, write your half of the story, and publish. Full instructions are here.


The Lecture

The silence was broken by two weak, hesitant knocks on the door.

“Come in.”

“Ah, all dressed up in your school uniform, like a naughty little girl.”

“Head up, girl. I’m not talking from your feet. Stand up straight.”

“You know how naughty girls are punished in this school?”

“Yes, young lady. And how are they spanked?”

“That’s right, naughty girls have their panties pulled right down, and get a good hard spanking on their bare bottoms.”

“Take off your skirt. Fold it neatly. Place it on the table.”

“Pull down your panties.”

“All the way down. Take them off. Give them to me.”

“What’s this, girl? You’ve made a mess in them! Obviously you find a visit to be disciplined exciting. Dirty little minx.”

“Open wide, girl. There, you can keep your soiled panties in your mouth.”

“Much better. Gagged with your own sticky knickers.”

“Legs apart. You know your bare slit has to be inspected before punishment.”

“Good. Bare and smooth. And very wet.”

“Now go and stand beside the spanking chair.”

“Hands on your head.”

“Not so wilful and cheeky now, are we, young lady?”

“A scolding beside the spanking chair, about to get a good whacking on your bare bottom.”

“My goodness, your face has flushed quite pink. Your pretty little bum is going to be a similar shade very soon.”

“You remember my leather spanking slipper. Just the thing for naughty schoolgirls.”

“Bend over my lap, young lady…”

“That’s it, legs spread apart. Hands on the floor.”

“You are a very… very… naughty girl.”

“You deserve a good… long… slippering.”

“I don’t want to see your feet kicking, young lady.”

“How does it feel to be getting spanked like a silly little girl.”

“This naughty bum is turning a lovely shade of pink.”

“Let’s pause for a moment, so I can inspect you.”

“Lie still whilst I spread your bottom cheeks.”

“You do have a warm bum!”

“What a pretty little hole. Do you find this humiliating, young lady, having your bottom examined?”

“And I see your pretty little slit is glistening. Are you enjoying your punishment? You are a naughty girl!”

“Let’s carry on.”

“A good hard whacking is just what you deserve, young lady.”

“You know I have to be very strict.”

“Spanked like a schoolgirl over my knee.”

“A good old-fashioned bottom warming.”

“I
am glad I put those panties in your mouth. Good girls should take their
spankings with decorum, without silly begging and pleading.”

“A dozen more…”

“That’s it, good girl.”

“You may stand up now, but no rubbing…”

“Now go stand with your nose in the corner.”

“Reach behind, and hold your spanked cheeks apart. Wider, please. You know naughty girls expose their bottom holes.”

“I hope that’s not a pout on your face, young lady…”

“How embarrassing that must be, on display, holding your sore pink bottom open.”

“Did you just stomp your foot, young lady?!”

“Clearly you still haven’t learnt your lesson. But I’ve just the cure for petulant little girls.”

“Keep that nose in the corner, and your bottom open. I don’t want to see you turning around.”

“Come here girl!”

“Shoes and socks off.”

“Now, I’ve a nice fresh pair of punishment panties for you. Step into them, and I’ll pull them up, nice and tight.”

“That’s it, nice and tight between your slit.”

“I don’t want to hear any whining, young lady.”

“Did
you notice that hook on the wall? Perhaps I’ll take you over there, and
lift you up, and hang you up by your punishment panties.”

“Such wide eyes. Don’t shake your head at me, young lady. I’m the one in charge.”

“It’s so cute when you think you get to have a choice.”

“Up we get. See how easily I can pick you up.”

“There we go, hooked into the back of your panties.”

“Now I can leave you to dangle by your panties.”

“If you struggle, they’ll only pull tighter!”

“I’m sure you can feel the rubbing fabric hot against your bottom hole now.”

“You’re going to have such a sore pink stripe between your legs when I’ve finished with you, aren’t you?”

“How cute you are, dangling by your panties, whimpering on your panty gag.”

“I’m greatly looking forward to pulling down your punishment panties and inspecting your sore messy slit.”

“You can kick your little legs all you want, young lady, but I’m leaving you to dangle.”

“Perhaps I’ll put this little potty underneath you.”

“Now you can dangle there until you wet yourself.”

“It’s no use, girl, your panties are too tight to permit your fingers any relief.”

“Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to be a good girl?”

“This is what happens to naughty girls in this school.”

“I think I’ll just stand here and watch you kick your little feet as your panties dig deeper.”

“Are you close to wetting yourself?”

“No, young lady, you’ll be staying up there. I’m going to wait here and watch as you wet yourself.”

“I bet you’re feeling the need to pee growing, already so warm and wet between your legs.”

“That’s it girl, you know Sir is in control.”

“Now
feel the warmth spreading through your punishment panties and seeping
down your dangling legs. Can you hear it dripping into the potty?”

“That’s a good girl.”

“What’s it’s like to wet your punishment panties?”

“Quite contrite now, it seems.”

“Now, let’s get you down again. All gathered up in my big strong arms.”

“A big hug for my special little girl.”

“Now, I’m going to pull down your wet panties.”

“Bend over like an obedient little girl whilst I inspect your stripe.”

“Hold your bottom apart.”

“Ah yes, there we are – a lovely pink stripe from clit to bottom hole!”

“Stay in position, and I’ll use this towel to dry you.”

“And oh… what’s this?”

“There seems to be a wetness here… of a completely different kind entirely…”



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Would it be possible to get a story or snip-it that was almost entirely a lecture? The kind of lecture that’s given during a stern bottom warming, designed too both humiliate and punish the spankee?

Thank you dear reader, for a absolutely wonderful suggestion.

I happened to send your question to a few of my friends, and they thought the notion
of a story that was solely a lecture was such a good idea they
literally begged me to write it.

So I did. I wrote a one-sided
first-person dialogue, describing a ongoing scene of punishment and
humiliation. I called it ‘The Lecture‘. And then I circulated the final draft
among a few friends and fellow writers, and asked: what do you think of
this?

As it happened, everyone loved it.

All reported they
found it intensely arousing. They told me by leaving out the spankee’s
dialogue, it made space for their own imagination to vividly fill in the
blank spaces. They told me it made the story even more immersive, that it
made them feel as if they were being scolded personally.

Then, one of my friends asked:
what if she was to write the other half of the story? What if it was turned into a scene of interactive discipline?

I told her immediately: I
thought that was a fantastic idea. Because it wasn’t just her who could
write her own side of the story, any reader could write about how
they interpreted the scene, how it played out in their own individual imaginations.

I’ve now posted the story, so if you’d like take part and
create your own personalised work of interactive discipline, here’s
what you should do.

1. Copy the text of the story into a brand
new text post. You’ll notice that apart from the first line, it’s
written in the 1st person, from the perspective of the spanker, as if
the spankee is silent. Your challenge is to put yourself in her shoes,
and give her a voice!

2. Write the other half the story from the
spankee’s perspective. A response to each line in the story. This might be a spoken reply, or just what your character is feeling. It might even be something atmospheric, a sound, a
smell or a glance. Each line you write will be interleaved with the
original dialogue (you could format it in italics if it helps).

3.
When you’ve finished, post your own variation of the lecture to your
own blog. Mention @spankingtheatre, and I’ll reblog them. And tag it
with #InteractiveDiscipline so other readers can find and enjoy your
story.

And if there’s demand for more, I pledge to write more interactive discipline stories in the future…

Three Heartbeats

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A short story

The painting captivated me from the moment I glimpsed it, like a black hole in the gallery wall, capturing wandering eyes with its irresistible gravitational pull.

It had been mounted in one of the little L-shaped alcoves off the main concourse, a gap easy to overlook as one scurried between the artist’s better known works. Two brass posts and a red velvet rope had blocked the way, but curiosity got the better of me and I mischievously stepped over it, peering around the corner, just to see what lay beyond.

I was rewarded by the sight of this little treat. A golden torso, impressionistically rendered, and behind, a figure in a sheer black mermaid dress, her lines sharper, somehow edgier. A straight line cut through the centre, seemingly a stick of some sort. My imagination stirred. It could easily be a cane. And if it was, the radiant figure was about to be whacked.

I could feel my cock now, stirring and slightly heavier between my legs. Now I was glad of my solitude, of this chance to admire this alluring image alone, the bustle and chat of the invited patrons a reassuringly distant murmur.

I stood staring, trying to unravel its strange meaning. The caption card seemed to offer few hints, merely stating its title, “Three Heartbeats.”

“I do have other paintings here you know.”

I recoiled from my reverie, I hadn’t noticed her approach, but now a stylishly dressed lady was standing beside me. I took me a while to understand her comment, to recognise who she was. She was the exhibitor, the one whose works we’d all come here to admire.

“A captivating work” I admitted. “Inspired by personal experience?”

“Perhaps.” she said coyly.

“Tell me.”

The artist drew closer, reducing her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Her scent was fresh and sweet, like a walk through a midsummer garden after rain.

“I once visited my headmistress’s office, I was going on a field trip, to paint mountains, and I needed her to sign a form. Her secretary smiled slyly as she told me she was busy. She invited me to wait, I took a seat near the door. I could hear her voice, scolding somebody. Then I heard that they were going to be caned. Her secretary was scribbling on a page, but I saw a faint smile on her face. I was seized by curiosity.”

“Then, fate intervened. The secretary’s phone rang, and she was suddenly called away. I was left in the room alone, there was a keyhole in the door, so obviously I couldn’t resist peeping through it.”

“So I knelt, heart thumping, beside the headmistress’s door. Knowing at any moment I might be discovered, and surely be caned myself.”

“That’s when I peered into the room, and saw everything.”

“A tall young lady was standing facing the back of the door, her arms folded across her back. Her naked torso dominated my field of view, I could see her mound was shaved exquisitely bare. Behind her, the headmistress had plucked a cane from the wall. She stood impassively in her tight black dress, looking like she was wrapped in a shard of night.”

“When she summoned the girl to bend over in front of her, I could see she was naked apart from her shoes and socks, her school uniform neatly folded on a nearby chair.”

“Suddenly, I was aware of approaching footsteps. I hurried stood and dashed to my seat, just as the secretary returned to the room. My face burned pink, I could feel my palms slick with sweat.”

“Through the door I heard the first faint swick, and the poor girl moan. Then 9 more whacks.”

“The secretary must have seen the shock on my face. She fixed me with her wide, sparkling eyes, and told me in no uncertain terms: That’s what happens to naughty girls.”

“A few minutes later, the door opened, and a quite contrite looking young lady emerged. I knew her, not well, but she was part of my year. I never discovered why she was punished. And I never mentioned what I’d seen to anyone. Until now.“

I looked back at the figure in the painting, and the delicate cleft below her smooth mound. I found myself scrutinising her body language, was that trepidation I could sense or excitement?

I could see the artist’s anxiety in her quick, urgent brushstrokes. As if she was trying to commit to canvas that fleeting memory before she was discovered. Perhaps the surrounding gray haze represented the stolen glance dissipating from memory, yet the central figures remained vivid.

I found myself wondering who the model was, and whether this was really a self-portrait, that I was looking at the naked form of the woman standing beside me. Whether the painting was really the artist imagining herself about to pay the penalty for her peeking, literally and figuratively undressed, and about to bend over for the headmistress’s cane.

“And what about the title?” I asked.

“A double meaning. One is there are three hearts beating in that picture, the headmistress, the girl about to be caned, and the viewer’s own.”

I nodded. The scene certainly had set my pulse racing. And my cock swelling.

“And the other?”

“It really was only the most fleeting glimpse, it must only have lasted 3 heartbeats. But what I saw has lingered with me a lifetime.”

I looked deeper into her eyes, and began to recognise a kindred spirit.

I handed her my card, telling her I hoped she’d visit my office sometime.

She ran her fingers along mine as she plucked my card from my hand. She read my details salaciously, almost teasingly. My name. My gallery. Then my profession.

“Oh, a Dealer? I’m always happy to meet those who deal with naughty girls…”

Then, before my tongue could untie itself, the enigmatic artist took a step backwards without even bidding me goodbye, and melted back into her appreciative crowd.

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