Monday, 15 July 2013

Verity Paige Speaks!

I would like to point our readers in the direction of the blog written by the British spanking model,  and actress, Verity Paige.
If you prefer your spanking blogs to be all;
"Whack! Whack! Ouch that hurts! Please stop..Whack! Whack!"
That is all so prevalent online these days, then her blog will not be for you.


If on the other hand, you wish to read some insightful, often controversial opinions, all of which are both well thought out, and well written then I highly recommend that you have a look.

 veritypaige.wordpress.com

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

A Reluctant Bloggers Comeuppance

Well, an interesting situation indeed. You probably think yourself innocent of any sin, and not in need of discipline?
How wrong you are upon that count, to hide one's talent is indeed a sin would you not think?
A sin well worthy of chastisement, but in what form would the chastisement take, and exactly why?

You see your writing is both, interesting, and enlightening. The problem is, the sparsity of that writing, to open a blog, and to then not make a firm attempt at keeping it in order, is in my humble opinion a sin.
So there hangs the tale, or in your case, where hangs the tail!

It would be clear that the best way to start proceedings would be with you over my lap. It would be both, traditional, and an effective start.
I say start, because that is what it would be, it would be the precursor to the real, very real, paddling.
As I am a gentleman, and as such, for the most part, gentle in my nature. I would never consider unleashing the paddle upon an unwarmed bottom. You see this paddle in question is not a toy, or a token plaything, it is like Evander Holyfield, the real deal! 
However, we can come to the paddle later, first we need to dispense the hand spankings. Yes you did not read that wrong, and no, I did not type it incorrectly.
Spankings it is, for there will need to be more than one, to set you in the proper frame of mind.

Now the thorny issue of how you view corporal punishment, is it sexual, or psychological?

Either way, we both know, that at the end of the day, a certain amount of bare skin is going to be on view, with whatever shame or excitement that may generate within you.

Next is how would you be dressed?
Something summery I think, with this weather that we are enjoying at the moment, a long floaty summer dress, or skirt, you may decide upon which.

Rest assured though, as you go over my knee, whatever your choice is, will soon be lifted out of the way.
So now you are thinking that I plan to lift your skirt to spank you upon your knickered behind?
How wrong that assumption would be...so very wrong!

To get the most in the way of contrite humiliation from you, I'm afraid that it is you who will be the one who has to lift your skirt clear of your knickers. You will be the one exposing your very own underwear to my fascinated gaze.
I wonder what you will choose to wear, something sensible, and Bridget Jones like, or maybe you plan to tantalise and tease me, in the vain hope of decreasing your punishment.
I will see soon enough, as your fingers go to the hem, and you slowly, nervously lift the garment clear, of first your thighs, and then your crotch.

I let you wait a while before ordering you across my lap, I let you wait so we can both savour your shame for a moment or two. Fear not though, this shame is nothing to what awaits you.

Once across my lap, we can begin.
I say we, because this will be very much a joint effort, both of us to play out our parts to the full. For myself, I intend to be firm in my admonishments of your behaviour, though not a spanking frenzy, more a methodical covering of both the seat of your knickers, and the tops of your thighs.
What will you do though, what part shall you play? The stoic heroine, unfazed by my attentions, or will you be reverted back to a bratty teen? We shall have to see.

As I pointed out earlier, your shame will have hardly begun, with the lifting of your skirts. We both know deep down that the knickers have to go at some point, don't we?
Perhaps you have some idea lurking in your head that I will, sometime during your spanking across my lap, simply tug them down over the magnificent roundness of your behind. Which indeed would be a nice thought for another time. On this occasion however, a little more humiliation is called for. I help you back to your feet, your bottom now stinging, though not in great pain.
I then lead you from the chair to the bed, the look of uncertainty on your face is a sheer delight to behold.

"Lie down on your back please..." I tell you, no nastiness in my voice, just a plain request. "lie right back, so we can continue your little warm up."

As you get into position across the bed, I again raise your skirt clear of your hips, then my fingers hook into the waistband of your knickers, I slowly, very slowly, tug them down. My eyes alternate, from looking deep into your eyes, to looking at the job in hand.
I need you to be fully aware of my interest in your denuding, I pull the garment right down, and over your feet, then I throw your underwear to one side.
Is there not something so much more exquisite about being partially bared rather than fully nude?
The way you know that your most private of all parts is now on display, but the rest of your body is still quite decorously covered. Do you not think that, that just adds to the tension and shame?
I lift your legs, by placing my hands under your calves, then I request that you hold your legs in place for me, by gripping at the backs of your knees.
As you will already be aware, this is known as the diaper position. Is there any other way to be placed for a spanking that is more revealing than this one?
If there is, I can't think of it. I can't think of another position, whereby both the bottom, and the genitalia are displayed in such a way.
I allow us both a couple of moments to assess your situation fully, for me to drink in the tantalising view, and for you to become completely aware of the lewdness of your situation.
Then the spanking restarts, now though the pace is quicker, the impact less sharp, but the speed at which my hand is applied more than makes up for that.
I watch as you struggle with both the mental and physical uncomfortableness of your situation, my hand adding to your distress, as it seems to paint your cheeks rosy red, until you do indeed have your very own rosy tail.
The strain of holding yourself in place for this chastisement is now clearly telling upon your face, as you look to be almost upon the verge of tears. So I stop.

Again, the true gentleman that I am, I help you to your feet.
Always aware of your comfort, I take the pillows, and place one on top of the other. I then remove the paddle from my sports bag, you see it for the first time, and I notice you swallow hard. Is that in fear, or in sweet anticipation I wonder?

I then invite you across the pillows, and I lean forward and whisper "five" into your ear.
So you think to yourself "five that's no problem", do you still think that after the first pop lands upon your left cheek. The hard ash making a resounding crack at it's application.
By the time you have had the fourth pop, the initial gasps from earlier, are replaced by the sound of pain filled moans.

I lean forward again and whisper into your ear, "which cheek do you want the fifth pop on".

I await your reply.


                                                               THE END
 

Sunday, 7 July 2013

Card In The Caravan pt2 - Playing The Game

So it was very much a case of good news and bad news.
My wife's friend, and I must add much younger friend Marie was up for a little try at some "fun spanking" games!
That was the good news; the bad news was that she would only "play" if her husband played also. She somehow seemed to think that to play with my wife and I could be seen as being unfaithful! I suppose to some people having a virtual stranger pulling down your wife's knickers to spank her bare bottom, could indeed be construed as some sort of infidelity, so she would play only if Mick went along with it, and joined in too.
Not really such bad news you may think, which in part you would be correct, the trouble was though that Marie was too nervous to brook the subject with her husband. So it was left upon me to come up with a plan.

Of course I could have just said, "Mick how do you and Marie fancy some kinky sex games with me and the missus?"
Not really a viable option and I'll hold my hands up now for the reference to "kinky sex games", but that is the way that most non spankers look upon spanking!
I know that many in the spanking/CP community look at it differently, look upon it as a non-sexual physiological predisposition, let's face it though for most of us it is when all is said and done a sexually driven fetish.

So I hatched a little plan, a plan that relied on one of the world's most unpredictable things, the English weather!

We have a static caravan on a site high up the Northumberland coast close to the Farne Islands, when I say a caravan it is more like a small chalet, it has a large kitchen/lounge area, a double bedroom and a fully fitted bathroom. It is situated to the back of the site, on the end of the final row so that we only have neighbours to the right of us, so ideal for privacy.
Eva invited Marie and Mick to join us for a week long break at the site, we booked the caravan next door to ours for them to use the plan being, was that early October in Northumberland should guarantee some bad weather?
Who would ever think that we would have a mini Indian Summer after the truly awful summer that we had just endured. That is what happened though five days of uninterrupted sunny and dry weather. So it looked like my little plan was about to come to naught.
That was until the Thursday, at last we had a bad weather forecast, heavy rain due in the evening. So we had the choice of either going home a day early, going to the pub, or a night in at our caravan watching DVD’s. Of course the ladies chose the latter, as that was the plan from the outset of our little break!


Also with the forecast being so bad, Eva had suggested to Marie that they should maybe bring their 'night things' with them, just in case the rain did reach the monsoon like proportions that were being forecast. Then to save them getting soaked, they could crash down on our sofa bed in the living room.


Prior to them arriving, I opened up a couple of boxes of wine, one red, one white. To be honest I've never been a big fan of boxed wine, much preferring bottles, but with the boxes being impossible to see into, and with constant little top ups, it becomes really hard for anyone to keep track upon just how much they are drinking.
Of course Marie did not need the 'loosening' effect that alcohol brings, but Mick on the other hand may of.


I sat at the table in my pajamas - sorry,lounge suit - as Eva insists on calling my pajamas, playing patience with a deck of cards.
As I had expected, Mick came over and joined me at the table, whilst Eva and  Marie clucked on about which film to watch.
As I poured Mick a drink, he insisted in talking about football. Now in fairness, I quite like Mick, but as with so many TV football fans, his default setting was to support Manchester United. Which is not unusual, but annoying when he kept on insisting on referring to them only as United, as if they were the only club in the world with that word in their name.
Around these parts you see, most people, myself included, support Newcastle United. So having him referring to the residents of 'the theatre of Catalan nightmares' as just United irked me somewhat, but I digress.


As Marie was now making a big show of going through our DVD collection, though only certain ones were out on display, the racier, and more watched ones were safely tucked away in a drawer in the bedroom.


"I've always wanted to watch this one, is it any good?" Marie said, holding up a copy of Secretary.


As Eva extolled the virtues of that particular film, Mick asked me what it was about, as he had never even heard of it.


"It's alright," I said, doing my best to sound disinterested. "I always think of it as being a bit of a chick flick, it's a sort of spanking comedy. Not enough jokes...or spanking in it for my taste though. Then again what am I to know, I thought 'The Crime At St. Thomas' should have got an Oscar for best foreign screenplay!"


"The what?" Mick asked, clearly confused.


"It's like a Czech version of St Trinnians." I informed him, I'm sorry, I know, but I just like to have my little jokes. 


As the girls watched the movie, and I sorted out the cards into their individual suits, I noticed Mick was starting to take an interest in the film. I had previously noted the expression upon his face at the mention of spanking.
You see it normally goes one of three ways when spanking is mentioned.
A look of total horror and disgust.
A gleeful grin.
Or a look of not very well hidden fascination.


Mick's face held the look of hidden fascination, so it was indeed promising for later I mused.


By the time the first spanking scene had appeared on the screen, I was pretty confident that we had Mick interested. By the time that James Spader had said, "pull down your pantyhose now, don't worry I'm not going to fuck you!", I knew we had Mick hooked, his eyes were now glued to the screen.
Now more than a little agitated, and more than a little tipsy, Mick finally asked me what I was doing with the cards.


"I'm splitting the two packs into their suits, just in case Eva feels like some fun and games after you two go back to your caravan. Watching that film always sets her up for a bit kinky fun."  I informed him with a knowing wink.


"I heard that," Marie shouted over. "we might not be going if the rain keeps up!"


"Then all my efforts with the cards will have been wasted!" I replied, making light of the situation.


"How does the game work then?" Marie asked, then added. "You never know, we might want to have a game!"


I quickly looked at Mick, he seemed a little surprised, but importantly, not outraged. Then I explained the game as simply as I could.


"It's quite simple really, high card wins, the lowest card loses. The winner, is the top, that is to say the one doing the whacking. The loser, is the bottom, the one that gets whacked, obviously a draw speaks for itself, be that winning or losing." I told my now quite fascinated audience. "The suits are a little more complicated; hearts a suit of romance, what could be intimate than a good hand spanking? Clubs, sometimes called canes, result in a caning. Spades, they look a little like a paddle, so paddle it is. Diamonds...now they are hardcore, real punishment level, so that suit is omitted, at least for tonight anyway. Of course that is if you two, do want to play?"


Marie hung back, waiting to see what her husbands reaction would be. Mick nodded slowly, agreeing, but still somewhat deep in thought, so I decided to make a few things clearer to him, and also to Marie for that matter.


"A few other things to explain, all punishments are carried out on the bared bottom, two reasons. It's more erotic, and you can see what damage is being done, it is meant to hurt, but not to injure."


No signs of any complaint so far from either Mick, or Marie, at that little bombshell.


"Also, complete discretion is required?"


They both nodded to this, Mick nodding quite vigourously, clearly that had been a lingering doubt with him.


"Would you both like to go into our room and get changed into your night things?" Eva interjected, sensing that I had gained there agreement. "It will be a lot more comfortable, and practical."


Marie practically jumped up at Eva's words, Mick was a little slower, a tad more reticent to actually getting the ball rolling.
To be honest, I to had my doubts, as I'm very much a hetero guy, and not that keen on spanking, or being spanked by another male. Though my keenness on baring Marie's cut little ass, did outweigh that reservation somewhat.
I admit when they came back I was surprised at their attire, I for some reason expected them to both be wearing pajamas, Mick was indeed wearing pajamas...lounge suit.
Marie though was wearing a very short, almost Baby Doll, pink nightie, with clearly seen matching knickers underneath, also just as clearly seen was the lack of any bra! 
Her nipples were erect and pushing against the thin almost translucent material, clearly she was excited, or we need to adjust the heating thermostat.


"So what now?" Marie asked, a picture of sexy innocence personified.


I stood up, and pushed the table back a little, I saw that both Mick and Marie had noticed my erection under the cover of my pajama bottoms. I then rearranged the living room furniture slightly, the sofa I pushed back to the far wall, I then dragged one armchair into the centre of the room. By the time I had finished my furniture arranging, Eva had returned dressed in her jimjams and carrying a large sports bag, the type used by tennis players.
She then unzipped the bag, and got out the toys, laying them all out on the kitchen table for general perusal.


I then weeded out the harsher implements, the ash paddle, the lexan paddle, the rattan cane and the tawse were all put safely to one side. I also removed the two floggers, as they did not fit in with this particular game. 
Then I sorted out the cards, explaining as I went.


"We will play with the one, two, three and four of hearts. Each card represents the time being spanked, one minute, two minutes etc. Clubs, will be the play cane, or the wooden rule, for that we use the six, seven, eight, nine, and ten. Spades will be the light wooden paddle, or the leather paddle, again we use cards six to ten. Clubs trumps Spades should there be a draw on those two suits. Any questions?" 


Content that everyone understood the rules I then mixed the chosen cards from the two packs together, meaning there was always a possibility of two winners or two losers in each deal. The four of us then sat around the table for the first deal.


I looked at my card, the nine of spades, so I was confident that I was pretty safe, or even the winner. I could see Eva was not so confident as she looked at her card, nor was Mick. Marie was positively beaming as she looked at hers. 


"Let's turn them!" I said.


I was right I was safe, so was Mick with the seven of spades, Eva had only the four of hearts.


"Looks like it's me and you!" Marie said gleefully as she turned the ten of Clubs.


"Eva, that's four minutes across Marie's lap for a spanking." I informed my wife, as I stood up to set the timer on the microwave.


I could tell Eva was not that thrilled at the prospect of her much younger workmate baring her bottom to give it a good tanning. That however was the game, and she had known the possibility from the outset.
As Eva stood to the left of Marie, who was now seated on the armchair, I pressed the button on the microwave. Marie then eagerly pulled down Eva's pj bottoms, having a long and lingering look at my wife's pussy, she then announced.


"Eva you really need a bit of a trim down there, you looking quite nineteen seventies." Thus setting the tone for the evening, she then hauled Eva across her lap.


For a first time spanker, she proved to be very efficient. She spanked slowly, but firmly. She also made sure that there were no spots left untreated on Eva's derriere. Long before the bell went, Eva's bottom was sporting a quite rosy hue, and Marie managed to elicit more than a few gasps and grunts in the process.
As the bell went, Marie then upped the ante somewhat, before helping my wife to her feet, she casually dipped her middle finger into Eva's pussy.


"Mmmh a little damp in there!" She exclaimed, as Mick sat mesmerised by the whole proceedings.


Eva on the other hand, looked quite embarrassed and flustered as she stood up, trying to get her pj's back in place as quickly as possible.
Marie was taking to it all like a duckling to water, also it turned out that she had the luck of the devil.
She did not lose one hand, but for that matter neither did I.


Every single hand saw either Eva, or Mick getting some sort of bottom roasting!


Eva got spanked by myself, Marie, again, and also from Mick. On top of the spankings she also received an eight stroke caning from Marie.
Mick came in for a spanking from both Marie, and two from Eva, plus what looked like a very harsh rulering from his wife.


All the time that the games were going on, the wine kept flowing, and what little inhibitions were there at the outset were well gone by an hour into the playtime.


Then I turned my card over, and I knew I was screwed, the three of Hearts sat the there in my hand.
We put our cards on the table, Eva had the nine of spades, Marie the ten of spades, then Mick turned his, he too had the three of hearts. Marie had won the first double punishment of the night, and she could not wait to get started. She seemed to leap up off her chair by the table and raced over to the armchair.
Needless to say, Mick, and myself were slightly less keen to get started than Marie It also looked as though Eva could see the funny side of me getting an arse whacking off someone sixteen years my junior, going by the grin on her face.


"Right boys, lets have you over here please!" Marie said, indicating with pointed fingers where she wanted the two of us, as she flopped down onto the chair.


I stood to the left of Marie, and Mick took up his place to her right.


"OK boys, drop your drawers!" Marie said as she gleefully licked her lips.


With no real choice in the matter we both obeyed, we were left standing there with our pyjama bottoms at our ankles, it was quite obvious that Marie comparing our man hoods against each other.


“Two little soldiers are not quite standing to attention yet,” She said, then reached her hands out to grab both of our cocks. “I'll have to see if I can put that right!”


She then started massaging us both at the same time, slow even strokes up and down the shafts of our dicks.


“These soldiers must be from very different regiments...this one,” She said as she gave my cock a hard, and quite harsh tug. “is quite short, but also quite thick...a Tower Of London Beefeater I think! This one though,” She said giving her husband a similarly hard tug, causing him to grunt aloud. “I think is a Guardsman, so tall and slim!”


Marie then started to giggle, though in fact it sounded more like a drunken cackle. I looked at Mick, our eyes met, I silently signaled to him with my eyebrows, looking down at his wife. He seemed to understand what I meant, as he said.


“Please Tom...sort her out will you?”


On this question I didn't need to be asked twice, I grabbed Marie's hand away from me, and hauled her up onto her feet. She looked at me, blinking in disbelief, then the penny dropped as to what was about to happen.


“No! It's not fair...I won!” She stuttered out.


“Yes, but you have had this coming to you all evening young lady.” I told her, as I sat down on the armchair, and hauled her across my lap, before she could complain any further.


As she fell forward her short nightie rose up clear of her little pink knickers, I spent a moment or two admiring the tiny flowery motif before declaring.


“And we don't have any call for these do we?”


I then hauled her knickers down, right down till they were around her ankles.


“It's not fair!” She complained again, her voice now quite whiny.


“Actually my dear, it is quite fair,” I told her, as my hand glided over her pale bottom. “though not for very much longer!”


I then delivered my opening salvo, a rapid tattoo of full palm hits, not in any alternating pattern, just quick and random, each slap being a surprise to her as to where it would land.
There was no need to set the timer on the microwave for this spanking, this spanking was going to last until all of that fair bottom of hers had taken on a nice rosy glow. Then my intention was to hand her over to her husband.
However, a quick look at Mick told me otherwise. I could see by him now blatantly rubbing his own cock, that he was more than happy to remain a spectator to his wife's chastisement.
For the first couple of minutes, Marie wriggled, complained, and then wriggled some more. She was wriggling so much that at one point I thought I was going to lose her off my lap!
Then as the colour of her cheeks went from pale pink, to an almost scarlet hue, she quietened down. Her complaining was replaced by a gentle mewing, her wriggling became slower, a more controlled rising and falling on my lap. I could feel her naked belly, massaging my still bared and now fully erect cock.


She was into it!


Fully and completely into having her bottom tanned.
I was pretty sure of this, but for the sake of science, I felt that I should check for definite. I stopped spanking her, I heard, and felt, a disappointed sigh come from her as my hand stopped beating at her arse cheeks.
That sigh was replaced by a deep gasp, as my middle finger delved into her wet moist fanny. My ring finger then accompanied my middle finger, she gasped louder as I probed deeper. Then without any preamble or warning, I withdrew both fingers, and hauled Marie back to her feet.


“Eva,” I called over to my wife. “I think it is time for bed now! We can leave Mick to continue where I left off.”


With that we both retired to the bedroom.


Minutes later, we heard the sound of the ash paddle landing upon Marie's bottom, I then kissed Eva and whispered to her.


“I think we have a couple of converts here.”




                                                        THE END