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She bent down to whisper in his ear. “I am going to make you scream even higher with this Mr.Reece!”

She stood to one side, to enable a good swing.

And raised it high above her head, and behind her back…

….and delivered a vigorous spanking, the tawse being just a blur as thwack after thwack echoed through the room, interspersed with high pitched squeals!

He held his position well as she laid the supple red leather time and time again, setting his buttocks on fire at every whack!

Then she bent down again, to inspect the damage. The effects of a thrashing began to fill her mind. What had she been missing until now? She now knew exactly what path her life was going to take. She needed this. Once tasted, it had to be sampled again….often!

“Well, my dear naughty boy, you have tired me out, thrashing a naughty bottom is both exhilarating and exhausting!” she said gently. Then stood to look at what else she could use on the red sore bottom trembling and shaking before her…

Before her was another tawse, dubbed as the ‘senior one’. It was much thicker, less pliable, narrower and longer than the junior one.
“This looks menacing Mr.Reece!” she said gleefully. Mr Reece kept quiet, knowing that anything other than complete compliance would spell total disaster for his poor bottom. The urge to rub and comfort his cheeks was almost unbearable, but bear it he must.

She picked up ‘the beast’, and sat on a desk flexing it over her knee in eager anticipation…

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Asa

Another wonderful article from Robyn. To see the rest of her wonderfully varied and sexy musings, click on ‘Links and Contributors’, then scroll down to ‘Contributors’ and there you will find her.

‘It’s All in the Words’

By

Robyn Jones

Whilst looking at photographs or watching videos depicting spanking can be very arousing, I find that reading spanking stories can often prove to be even more so. The author of the ‘Spanking Theatre’ stories expresses this very well:

‘Reading a story is like witnessing a spanking through a keyhole. We eavesdrop as a miscreant is scolded, we catch glimpses of a forbidden scene, letting our imagination fill in what we can not see. We indulge in illicit imagineering.

Stories require the reader’s participation. In the gap between reading and understanding them, words magically condense into images, generating a new world coloured by the reader’s unique perspective. Stories inspire a one-off piece of theatre, conjured up and played out in the space between each reader’s ears. Even if a story is read by a billion other people, no-one else will ever imagine those same words in exactly the same way.

Stories have an ambiguity, a subtlety, a narrative that even the most explicit images of nakedness will never come close to capturing. How fitting that in reading a story about submission you must first submit your imagination to the story.’

(You can read his stories on the web if you Google him)

NOTE FROM ASA…I can vouch for him too, he has written some great stuff and has even commissioned me to illustrate some.

For many of us, the written word was often their first source of erotic arousal as far as spanking goes. Many people recounting the early development of their spanking fetish refer to looking up spanking-related words in a dictionary:

‘Spanking’: the act of hitting someone with the hand on the bottom as a punishment or for sexual pleasure’

Within the English-speaking World, there is a lot of variation in the words used to describe the same thing as far as spanking goes. Some are more arousing than others. For instance, this can be illustrated by the contrast between English and American terminology in references to bottoms, usually the principal focus of any spanking story!

Americans seem to have a preference in describing this part of the anatomy as a person’s ‘butt’, ‘arse’, ‘buns’ or ‘fanny’. As an English person, I find that none of these words are particularly arousing and, for the English, the word ’fanny’ refers to a totally different part of the female anatomy!

In contrast, most of the English words usually used for this part of our anatomy carry far more erotic appeal me, notably ‘bottom’, ‘buttocks’ and ‘rump’. We also often use one delightfully delicate, polite ‘borrowed’ foreign word for a bottom the French word ‘derriere’!

In America the ultimate spanking in theirspanking stories often seems to be a wooden spanking paddle. I have never been spanked with a wooden paddle, so I cannot comment on its effectiveness. However, to me, the word does not convey the same erotic thrill as a cane or a birch. To me, a wooden paddle is just a heavy lump of wood, which appears to be a rather crude and unrefined way of delivering a spanking to someone’s bottom. In contrast, the French often use the martinet whip. Like everything French, this seems to possess a certain degree of sophistication and refinement, and certainly appeals to my erotic senses!

When an American applies a paddle to a ‘butt’, each strike is often called a ‘lick’. Again, to the English mind, the term ‘stroke’ or ‘whack’ seems to hold more appeal. The same applies to the sounds associated with the paddle. ‘Whop’, for instance, sounds far less intimidating than the ‘swish-thwack’ of a cane!

This is not to say that American authors do not write excellent erotic spanking stories. However, the words often used do not get my juices flowing! It is, like everything in life, a matter of cultural and personal taste.

There are some wonderfully worded crafted descriptions of bottoms and spankings in the Janus Story ‘The Perfectionists’ by Steven Simms I quoted in my previous post. Here are just a few snippets from this story:

He surveyed the ripe hillocks so snugly encased in the whipping drawers.
Her tightly-clenched posteriors.
The strap drew back and smacked in again, appearing to bounce off the springy cushions of caressable flesh.
….two large, smoothly naked buttocks, soft and invitingly rounded, the pale light quivering on the lush cushions of pliant flesh.
He slashed the tawse down on the twin-globed target with the deeply-cleft divide.
The full-seated buttocks were blushing angrily.
Her supremely globulous bottom-cheeks raged with ecstatic fires.
Raising the cane above the full, lush buttocks she brought it down to strike with a swish and splat across the girl’s buttocks….A bright red line at once flamed across the curved cushions of flesh.
Her supple back swooped down to the top of the deep incurving cleft between the swelling glories of two exquisitely rounded, petal-soft buttocks, the undercheeks dipping tightly into the bushy crevice between sturdy silken thighs. A staunchly-controlled joy surged in him, for that marble-white, flawless bottom…. was to be his to chasten …

He brought the birch swishing down to collide with a profound Thrashhh! against the marble-white cheeks of that glorious upraised bottom.
He whipped the next stroke with accurately-placed force against the shuddering hillocks, making them wobble and jump. A meshwork of scarlet lines had sprung up glaringly on the satin-smooth surfaces of the target area, changing their previous ivory hue to the healthy pinkness of a maiden’s blush…..he knew it was his stern duty to cover every inch of those ripe curvaceous mounds…
Hrrrassh! The birch twigs slammed yet again across the lushly feminine derriere now crimson-hot …
….the birching continued, thrashing and swishing across her roasting nether-globes…..
Her hips began to rock with rhythmic urgency, and at each spasm her tormented buttocks heaved upwards, so eager did they seem to meet the birch’s downstroke. And the Magister saw, and a stern joy flowed through him as he subtly altered his arm’s rhythm to match that of the beautiful livid bottom which was now rising and falling with the intent thrusting energy of a piston….

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Echo Part 7

The Epilogue

Over the next couple of years, we saw the following Bridget movies without skipping med school. Marjory and I always had fun teasing Meghan, “Remember how you got us caned with the premiere of the first movie?!”

“I didn’t pull the two of you by the hair!”

We laughed.

“And I got quite a belting!”

“It isn’t the same as the cane!”

“You didn’t have to dance and draw the press on us!”

“You’ve danced as much as us!”

‘You didn’t have to wear those camel toe jeans!”

“Your jeans were as sexy!”

We again laughed.

Its one of our best memories although the aftermath was quite stingy, to say the least! We still have our autographed posters. We always have fun teasing each other with that memory.

Another year had passed.

It was our graduation day. We are wearing black robes with MD hoods and mortar boards. We are all graduating with honors. I am teasing them with having more honors. They echoed with, “You got a stingier bum!” We always conclude our teasing parties by calling each other, “Camel toe!”

Ma’am and our parents came for our graduation. The parents of Meghan and Marjorie made no secret of their disciplinary methods.

“To give her some backbone!”

Pop and Mom were quite surprised.

Ma’am told them, “I did have to cane her a few times, and it did her a world of good!”

I had to add, “I never got a punishment I didn’t deserve.”

Natalie and her mother were almost late. She is now in her 3rd year of med school. She was discreetly rubbing her bum and her mother didn’t spare her. “I had to deal with a D…” Nat suitably blushed, but one could also see her determination. In fact, we all have that look of determination.

Another young woman with her eyes set on the horizon joined us. She hugged Ma’am. We had all briefly met her daughter before. She is a role model for us. She radiates with the power of those who were brought up to lead.

She turned to me, “I am opening a private clinic, and I want you.”

“Count me in!”

The last one to join us was “Mister Hairy Chest”, my beau. He was wearing the uniform of the Royal Navy with three gold stripes on his sleeves.
I always blush, when I remember, how we met.

Pimple-Face had finally succeeded to raise my skirt, after I had walked down Ma’am’s stairs with red eyes. I had received her famous six of the best, and she had allowed me not to wear my knickers. Pimple-Face made me blush the more as he triumphed, with a resounding, “WHOA!” but in the next second he squealed with a loud, “OUCH!”

Mister Hairy Chest had kicked his bum. “You don’t raise a young lady’s skirt without her permission!”

Pimple-Face scampered. I had no doubt that Mister Apollo had an eyeful. I was blushing as a peony. He had a conquering smile. He handed me a superb white handkerchief, and with a warm, “May I ?” He offered to take my satchel.

I gave it to him, took his hankie, and dabbed my eyes. Then he proposed. “Would you have a glass of bubbly?”

“In the middle of the afternoon!”
“Why not!”

“Only one! I have homework to do.”

He gave me a mischievous wink.

He had a leather sofa, which felt cool for my still throbbing bum.

I accepted a second glass, and he moved to sit next to me. I would never be able to explain if it was the champagne, or my lack of knickers, or my fiery bottom having ignited something else, but he soon gave me a breathtaking kiss with one hand under my skirt. In the morning, he again rubbed my derriere with sunburn cream. That was the only cream he had!

After the graduation, I gave my mortar hat to Ma’am so that she keeps it on her lounge’s commode next to the one of her daughter. Then I hugged her, “Thanks Ma’am.”

Cecilia

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Having received the news that she was going to have to search for, cut, and trim a suitable ‘switch’ to lay across her bare bottom, Rowena set off to hunt for a suitable specimen.

“It needs to be about four to five foot long, around half an in inch thick, bendy and very swishy, you naughty girl. Now go and pick some, we can choose the best. And remember, you are looking for your punishment, just think about that as you check flexibility!” I said firmly, and sternly.

Obviously excited and very nervous, a trembling Rowena set off.

“The whole point of a switch is that being fresh, they will be supple, and flexible, and unlikely to break. They will wrap around your buttocks, and they must be used almost immediately for maximum effect. For a Disciplinarian like me, the sight of a naughty girl selecting her own switch, is a wonderful sight.” I added.

“To me it is humiliating, embarrassing, and scary Mr.Jones.” Quivered Rowena in reply.

“Good answer.”

“Traditionally they are from birch, willow, hazel, or hickory. Can you recognise them?” I asked.

“Some….yes.”

“I would not choose Bramble.” I said amused.

“No Sir!” She said grumpily.

“Nor roses.” I added helpfully.

“No Mr.Jones, not thorny roses!” She quipped back.

I smiled, here is a girl, not educated in spanking, but learning. Cutting a switch for her own bottom is new to her, her mind and clitoris are rejoicing in her task. My mind went into history, and even the ‘Gor’ books I used to read. Where a party would stop their journey, a naughty slave girl would be sent into the trees to find a switch, stripped naked, thrashed, and made to resume, on a leash, in a collar, striped and sore. Then my mind came back to reality, a girl, a beautiful girl, in need, experiencing something exciting and new. I watched.

It was quite strange. She was like a young girl on an Easter Egg Hunt, searching for prizes….eager, and excited.

I told her that new growth would be the whippiest. So keen to find the perfect one, she got some steps. What a joy it became, seeing her stretch and lean in her punishment outfit, her naughty school girl kit.

“Oi! You, I can se you….looking up my tiny skirt at my knickers!” She laughed.

I could not deny it, I was rock hard and enjoying the show.

“I think this one suits everything you have said Sir.” She announced in a more serious tone.

I agreed, and said it was time to go to the greenhouse and cut off twigs and rub down buds.

She was almost entranced by it, and I could tell, that like I had just done, she was imagining scenarios from history, or imagined scenes from her school days.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she began to bend over. It was time to move on. “Come on, outside young lady. There will be plenty of time for bending over soon. Let’s see what it looks like. Bend over with it, bottom towards me.”

“Bare bottom please.”

“Yes Sir, Mr.Jones.”

Remember reader…..this is all happening via a ‘Face Time Call’. She wedged the switch in between some close by branches, and bent over before it.

“A perfect match between bottom and switch Rowena, although if I was you, I would rub those buds off.”

“Yes, of course Sir.”

I directed her back to her Punishment Shack. I explained about wood sheds and how they were often used to ‘switch’, a naughty girl.

“Then I will go back to my Wood Shed Sir.” She said proudly.

With her hands full, she struggled with the handle and put her tools down. Which was a delightful little bonus for me. I think she did it on purpose actually.

Then she went in.

She Stood there, a naughty girl with a freshly cut switch. What a sight! Then she poked her head out of the door to her ‘Wood Shed’.

“What next Sir?”

“Oh I think you can guess, but you won’t guess the surprise I have in store.”

“Ooooh, what’s that Mr.Jones?”

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