Last month’s Readers’ Letters homage proved popular! So here’s another compendium of the messages my blog received last month, and my replies to them.
First, a bit of background. Once upon a time, long after dinosaurs roamed the Earth, but before the invention of the internet, people consumed erotic content in the form of monthly magazines. On actual paper! In the UK there was a large enough audience to support several spanking magazines. They were even exported, attracting subscribers across western Europe, demonstrating that the supposedly British obsession with bottom smacking might be a more universal fascination too.
As well as stories and highly evocative imagery (scans of which are still regularly posted online on spanking websites), all magazines encouraged their readers to interact, to write in and share their own reminiscences, opinions, and fantasies. Thus was established the Readers’ Letters section, a fascinating insight into what unseen fellow aficionados imagined in the privacy of their own heads.
I think this tradition of erotic correspondence is one that deserves to be revived. We should make the internet an interactive medium, not just be content to sit back and let it become a broadcast medium where we listen to others voices and do not contribute our own. Let’s see what’s on readers’ minds this month.
#1 Looking up spanking in a dictionary
💬 “Most spankos have specific words and phrases that make them squirmy. What are yours? Did you look the words up in the dictionary when you were younger?” [link]
I definitely looked up spanking in the dictionary, but I was always disappointed by how perfunctory the entry was. No matter which edition I tried, it always looked something this:
That definition seemed so dull compared to the thrilling details of my restless fantasies. My imagination could take that single word and spin into vivid new worlds of shame and punishment.
Spanking has always been one of my favourite words. When I fantasised alone it sounded so good as it echoed through my mind, and when I began to play with others, it sounded even better when whispered into a receptive ear. Even its first syllable is like a puff of pure erotic energy. “You deserve a good hard spanking on your bare bottom” It has the potency of a magic spell.
When I chose my nom de plume, I knew it would have to contain the word spanking, it was always something that was a big part of my identity.
English has so many synonyms for spanking: smacking, whacking, thrashing, whipping, flogging… each with different meanings and ramifications, making some words just the right choice for the particular fantasy I have in mind. They say the Inuit have dozens of words for snow. Well, we British have dozens of words for spanking. That’s how important it is to us.
Yet my dictionary made no mention that spanking was more than a smack on the bottom. It didn’t reveal that it was actually a manifestation of strictness and discipline, not just a physical act, but an emotional one. It did not tell me it could be sexually arousing, that girls found it as exciting as boys, and around the world there were millions of perfectly reasonable people who secretly yearned for it.
My coy dictionary never told me spanking was more than just a succession of slaps, that it was actually a kind of theatre for the mind. That there were a thousand different kinds of spankings, a medley of loving, angry, punishing, sensual, stinging, blushing, teasing - and countless other emotions and sensations.
It was clear my dictionary was not the font of knowledge it pretended to be. Perhaps the lurid details I wanted belonged in an encyclopaedia, but that huge russet-covered book also remained silent, it was too profane for that hoity-toity highbrow tome. It had no spanking entry at all. I know, I looked. Several times.
All the things my books could have told me, how different my adolescence might have been. Only now do I appreciate that there were far too many secrets to fit in such a tiny line of text.
Never mind dictionary, my imagination filled in your gaping holes. I went out exploring and found the answers myself. I’ve spent my life discovering all the naughty details you wouldn’t tell me. I began to write my own definition of spanking, and by exploring this blog, everyone can read it too.
#2 Caught with my hand in my panties
💬 “You just caught me with my hand in my panties, orgasming without permission. What would you say and do?” [link]
"Take off your panties."
"Spread your legs."
"Wider."
"Now show me what you were doing."
"Slowly."
"Don't you dare climax."
"You are a very naughty little girl."
"And you know perfectly well what happens to naughty little girls..."
#3 What happens to girls with dirty bottoms?
💬 “You just bent a naughty girl over your knee and noticed that her bottom is dirty what happens?” [link]
In my experience, there are two kinds of dirty bottoms, and there's always an interesting story behind each.
The first kind occurs when a girl doesn't wipe herself thoroughly. This is rarely the result of carelessness, but intentional. Halting her wiping before she's completely clean feels like a very transgressive thing to do, making her feel like a naughty little girl again. It's a secret that she'll keep hidden between her cheeks all day, and unless she's inspected by her partner, will be something that no one else will ever know.
Girls with dirty bums often fantasise about very thorough bottom inspections. They find it very arousing to imagine begging not to have their panties pulled down, especially if that's just before their bottoms are smacked. It arouses them to know that when their dirty secret is inevitably discovered, they will get a very sore bottom. Such girls tend to find the act of bottom wiping extremely erotic. Some enjoy wiping themselves as they masturbate.
I know those with this kind of dirty bottom secretly want to be caught, they want to scolded, and told they're a naughty filthy little girl. And get the spanking that deserves.
The other kind of dirty bottom is a sticky one. This is the result of getting excessively excited, when she can't help but fill her panties with her sticky cream, which drips from her slit and collects between her bottom cheeks.
A sticky bottom indicates a young lady has been thinking some very naughty thoughts. She may have had her fingers in her panties. She might even have climaxed recently, just not yet had the chance to wipe the evidence of her indulgence away.
What happens if I part her cheeks and find a dirty bottom?
She will get a very long and embarrassing spanking. I will punctuate her punishment with questions, pausing my smacks to spread her cheeks, and ask her to explain exactly why her bum is dirty. I would expect every humiliating detail, allowing her a couple of minutes to talk, enough to feel her bottom throb and sting, before my spanking starts again.
Have you been playing with yourself? What exactly have you been fantasising about? Have you been masturbating imagining me inspecting you? After I'd made your bum so pink and sore? Perhaps after I'd given you a thorough bottom wiping too?
Don't worry, young lady, you'll be getting both of those, and more.
#4 The predicament of tightly pulled panties
💬 “What if the constant pressure on my clit from the punishment panties makes me cum?” [link]
Then you’d be in a bit of a predicament, wouldn’t you, young lady?
You know how sensitive your clit is just after you come. Normally, you’d stop rubbing at that point, but if you’re in punishment panties, the pressure against your clit won’t end when you climax, if anything, it will intensify as your increasingly sensitive parts squirm against the tight soaked band of fabric.
It’s not uncommon for naughty girls to come several times on a panty-pulling chair - especially if they’ve been spanked before their panties are pulled tight. A good hard spanking always makes a clit stiff and throbby, increasingly its sensitivity to rubbing.
It can be quite a surprise for a girl the first time she comes in her punishment panties, particularly if she’s not used to coming without her own touch, or that of someone else. Often she may not believe it’s even possible, because she’s only ever come from rubbing herself in a very special way.
As her panties part her slit, burning hot against her holes, she’ll feel a pinch tighter than any lover’s grip. The pressure on her clit can be entirely unexpected. As the intensity builds, her arousal will grow, causing her slit to swell and her hood to retract, exposing even more of her swollen clit to the cruel rubbing fabric.
That’s why they’re called punishment panties, once pulled tight there’s nothing the wearer can do to alleviate the pressure on her clit. Even if she doesn’t come, her slit will still be hot and painful, but if she does give in, her poor slit will only get sorer the more sensitised she becomes.
It makes for a very erotic predicament, doesn’t it? And I know from my inbox just how many like to play with their own panties pulled tight, rocking their hips so they barely need to touch themselves. Imagining someone strict, tugging their panties up so tight, as they plead: “Please Sir! Please Miss! Please don’t put me in punishment panties…”
#5 What to pull to get her attention
💬 “Dear sir, have you ever pulled a wilful girl's ears before to get her attention, or perhaps made her pull her own ears while facing the wall?” [link]
Ear pulling is an excellent means of escorting a girl to the naughty corner, or over to the spanking chair. The general rule is, the more tender and intimate the region, the greater the impact of pinching it.
A firm grip of the wrist would also suffice, it’s the sort of grasp appropriate for a non-sexualised school roleplaying scene. Notice that discipline is due, and nonsense won’t be tolerated.
Pinching her nose between forefinger and thumb is very embarrassing, that action can make the recipient feel very small and childish.
Grasping a bunch of her hair is more sensual, and a highly effective way to guide her where you want her to be, pigtails and braids make for perfect impromptu leashes.
If long enough, I imagine leading her to her spanking by tugging her pubic hair would be very humiliating, but I’ve only ever played with partners who are trimmed short or shaved bare.
Personally, my favourite method of leading is by pinching one of her nipples, they’re prominent, sensitive, and resilient, making them perfect for tugging. If I find them hard, I can tease her about how aroused she is. If I tell her to take off her bra, I want her to feel her nipples tingling, already anticipating they might be pulled at any moment.
An even more intimate area to tug is the hood of her clitoris. This is more awkward for leading, as you need to get the angle of your wrist right in order to guide her forward.
But tugging her hood upwards and exposing her clit can’t be bettered as a means of instantly securing her attention. It’s a highly effective way of getting to her answer to questions truthfully when she’s standing with her bottom bared waiting for her spanking. It’s difficult for a girl to fib when her clit is throbbing.
There, now you have some new ideas to try, and to fantasise about.
#6 What if I’m touching myself?
💬 “Sir, I am touching myself while reading your latest posts. What would you do to punish me?” [link]
If I was in charge of your slit and you were only allowed to touch with my permission, and I found you with your fingers in your panties, then I’d make you show me what you were doing (see question #2 above).
But as I’m not in charge of you, I’d encourage you to play with yourself. I believe reading stories can be an important part of everyone’s sexual self-care, and there’s a big difference between mindlessly masturbating and reading whilst touching - since the latter requires mental effort of imagining.
There’s nothing wrong with masturbation. Reading, or fantasising, or playing a naughty game, or spanking yourself - all involve positive and rewarding mental improvisation.
So I wouldn’t punish you for reading whilst touching. But I might punish you because I know just how much the thought of me whacking your bare bottom until you’re wet and sore turns you on.
I know I don’t even need to describe how I’d punish you, because I know you’ve already imagined that in vivid detail, many times before. Isn’t that right?
That’s what you can be imagining as you bend over and pull down your panties. Imagine me watching as you give yourself the good hard spanking you deserve.
#7 Wearing a summer dress without panties
💬 “Hello Sir, Just on a whim, I wore a summer dress without panties underneath, and without getting into too much detail, my health down there has improved considerably! Thank you for the prompts!” [link]
Wearing a summer dress without any panties beneath is something few ever think they’d dare to do it. But really, it’s not as outrageous as they think. After all, unless you’re somewhere extremely windy, you’re very unlikely to ever flash your panties whilst wearing any dress that’s knee length or longer. So there’s no risk of anyone seeing what’s underneath - or not - if you happen to go without.
Wearing no panties is fun because it is cathartic, it feels liberating to shake off strong repressed emotions like shame and embarrassment. The feeling of being transgressive awakes our mind, and often our body too, in the most delightful ways.
Who says you have to wear panties to cover a region no-one will ever see anyway? Is that just a story we’ve been told by a prudish risk-averse culture - and never challenged?
I’m so glad you discovered how liberating wearing no panties can feel. It can be a real treat at this time of year, when the days are so hot. And for others reading this post who are curious, but unsure whether it’s allowed, I give you permission to be a bit outrageous. Sometimes that’s all we really need.
#8 My new spanking machine
💬 “May I tell you a secret, sir? I received a box in the mail two weeks ago. It was from another country; the customs paperwork declared it a ‘mixer appliance’. Sir, I did not purchase a mixer. Ironically, though, it does grip a wooden spoon from my kitchen. Yes, sir, I have bought a spanking machine- a small, domestic model with a clamp to attach it to a sturdy piece of furniture and a dial to adjust the intensity. But I am not here to confess my spending habits. Instead, I wish to tell you this- as I type this message, my newest appliance is hard at work.” [link]
What a wonderful way to share a secret, typing each sentence as you get your bottom smacked.
As those who’ve read my story Moral Philosophy will know, I do love spanking machines. And it’s not even necessary to buy a “mixer appliance” from abroad, everyone can create their own simple self-spanking setup with a cheap dressage whip, (here’s the instructions).
The best thing about such machines is being able to read and immerse yourself in a spanking story whilst getting your bottom smacked at the same time. The character’s trepidation will be your anticipation, and you will share their stingy soreness.
Rather than rubbing as you read a spanking story, it just seems more appropriate to have your bottom smacked when spankings are taking place on the page. Stories about submission are best enjoyed when you submit yourself to the story.
So I hope you’ll enjoy visiting all the worlds I’ve created, with your new spanking machine making every scene feel even more immersive and real.
#9 The best frequency for spankings
💬 “How often should a naughty girl get spanked?” [link]
By naughty girl, I shall assume you’re referring to a good girl who deserves a smacked bottom. Because bad girls shouldn’t be spanked at all. Spanking is a privilege that should be withdrawn from those who are actually behaving badly.
For me, spankings are a form of intimate play between consenting partners. For those of us who love spanking, our desire to discipline and be disciplined is a really a yearning for compassion, certainty, and oversight. Spankings are acts of nurturing care, not draconian acts of punishment. That’s why they’re arousing as well as cathartic.
Strictness provides structure, the feeling of obedience, and calmness for a noisy mind. Those who don’t understand spanking think it’s just a mechanical act, performed to inflict a painful sting. But those who do understand spankings know what’s really being imparted is contentedness.
That sounds like a rather healthy outcome, doesn’t it? Something we should do as often as we feel like it.
And so it might be that the girl in question wants to be spanked every day. Or maybe she’ll appreciate her spankings more if there’s several days in between them. Time for the craving to intensify, for sexual tension to build, and anticipation to grow.
Perhaps it’s better if she never quite knows when her next spanking will occur. To be at the whim of the one who spanks her. At any time she might feel a pinch on her ear or some other part, only then will she know it’s time to be taken to her special spanking place.
#10 The Baron’s Harem
“Dear sir
I’ve been reading your work for the last couple years and I’ve incorporated so much of it into my own fantasies. I’m one of those people who has been a spanko since I started discovering sexuality and exploring our bodies. Over the years I’ve had this one fantasy that always gets me “there.” It’s a combination of spanking, humiliation, control and submission.
I want to tell you about it and make you the first to ever know my favorite fantasy.
It’s starts with me as a part of a rich handsome man’s harem. He’s some kind of oil baron who leaves for days at a time. I’m one of a dozen girls of all shapes and sizes. There is a matron who oversees us and reports any misbehavior to the baron upon his return. In his absence, the matron doles out spankings but is limited to hand spankings on our bare bottoms.
Once the baron returns we are summoned to his study or bedroom to be punished, one by one. (I’d like to mention that there are also “good girl spankings” which end rather pleasurably). And there are so many delicious scenarios. I may be spanked over his desk with a wooden spoon, or over his knee with his hand, I could be wearing a pleated skirt and receive my punishment with a ruler across my bum, or be sent out to the garden to find a switch that would be used on my bare bottom as I do the spanking dance. In my imagination, the clothing during a punishment spanking is a very short white crop top, covering the breasts, white panties and white socks. Pulling panties down while keeping the other items on is more embarrassing than being completely naked.
One of my favorite scenarios to imagine is being sent out for a switch. I hand it to the baron and after a bit of scolding, I am told to pull down my panties and put my hands behind my head. Pussy on display, I listen to more scolding that makes me drip. To complete my humiliation, the baron says he will be holding my pussy during my spanking to make sure I present my bottom properly. “Hands behind your head, bend over slightly, and arch your back.” He squeezes my left bottom cheek with his right hand while his left hand cups my pussy, and slowly eases two fingers into my slit, stretching me. I hear more scolding about how wet I am and how he intends to spank me until I dance and hop. His fingers are deep inside me now, pushing back so my bottom is thrust out behind me and I am unable to flinch away. The baron picks up the switch and strokes my bottom while telling me to ask for my spanking and be sincere about it. I’m a mess of fear, dread, arousal and excitement.
“Please sir, please spank me for being a bad girl while you were away.” The switch stings like the blazes and I am unable to move my bottom out of its way. The baron’s fingers in my pussy keep my bottom pushed out to meet the stinging lash of the switch and all I can do is rock against his hand as I squeal. The baron pauses to ask for a thank you. “Thank you for punishing me and for holding my pussy so I can take my spanking like a good girl.” The baron continues the spanking until he is satisfied by my tearful pleas and promises. And stops well before I cum but not before my bum is red and welted.
I can either add another punishment after this, such as a hand spanking on top of the welts, inviting the matron into the room to add to inspect my bottom and add a few spanks, being told to stand in the corner until he is ready to call me back. He could have me straddle one knee and hold my legs apart as he touches up spots missed by the switch, and gives my pussy lips or anus a couple slaps too.
I’ve treasured all your stories and added them to the files in my imagination. When I want to, I throw in the ups and downs element or the punishment panties and have a lovely time indeed. One day I’ll confess all this to my boyfriend and maybe fantasies will become reality. Until then, thank you for writing such masterpieces for us.” [link]
Thank you for granting me the honour of being the first to know your most cherished fantasy, and choosing to generously share it with fellow readers.
You clearly have a vivid and well-exercised imagination, I can see how your favourite fantasy has been expanded and embellished with new details over the years.
I love the setting of the harem, how you’ve agreed to complete sexual surrender in exchange for a life of comfort and privilege. You and your fellow residents think you’re so special as you dress up to live the high life. Perhaps the baron makes you wear a jewelled collar or necklace with an embedded camera when you go out on the town, so he can watch just what his girls get up to when he’s away.
You girls might think you’re part of society’s elite, but when the baron comes home, you’re all just a group of naughty little girls who need their bare bottoms smacked. Off come the expensive gowns, to be replaced by pleated skirts and uniform shirts. One by one you knock on his study door, to be dealt with like any other silly schoolgirl.
After he scolds you, he tells you to take off your blouse, skirt, and shoes. Now you’re standing in front of him in just your short white crop top, white panties, and socks. He’s very particular about rules, and you know you must pull down your own panties to make your confession with your pussy exposed. He knows his girls are more candid when their slits are wet and their clits are hard.
He sits and listens, beckoning you towards his lap. You stand just beside his knee as his hand reaches across your hip. You feel the warmth of his palm on your bare mound, stroking and evaluating your smoothness. You readily confess your ungracious and unseemly behaviour, unsure what he could have seen or what might have been reported.
You begin to feel his fingers descend, pressing between your swollen lips. You begin to feel his fingers curl.
You shuffle, opening your legs wider, submitting, easing his entry. His grasp represents the hold he has over you, the control you have willingly consented to in exchange for a life of luxury. You want to be cupped. You need to be cupped. You’re always surprised by how needy your own voice sounds when you beg: “Please hold me by my pussy, Sir”.
His two longest fingers enter you. You gasp as he slowly stretches your tight wet slit.
You’re bending over obediently now, arching your back and presenting your bottom. His other hand has cupped one of your cheeks, squeezing playfully before delivering several hard stingy smacks that make you recoil forward onto his palm, impaling yourself deeper on his intruding fingers.
Your needy voice is pleading now: “Please sir, please spank me for being a bad girl while you were away.”
You remember a time when you were naive and purposeless, memories so old they feel like visions of a past life. A time before the harem, with its luxurious furnishings and polished marble floors. It was before you agreed to his rules, when your life was spent chasing trivial gratifications. Now your deepest yearning is to receive his absolution, to know he considers you a good girl once more.
You feel the switch rub against your bottom, prickling your skin with its rough knotty surface. Then the stinging lashes begin to land. You squirm, trying to evade the flurry of whacks, but his strong grasp between your legs keeps your bum pushed out just where he wants it. You rock disgracefully against his hand, moaning, squealing incomprehensibly, yet never once asking him to stop.
When the sting of the last whack finally merges into your bottom’s fiery glow, you feel his arm lifting your upper body, until you’re standing upright again. He cups your crotch tight, and when you see in his eyes that all is forgiven and made right once more, a surge of relief runs through you that’s better than any orgasm.
You feel your mouth move and hear a little girl’s voice say: “Thank you for punishing me and for holding my pussy so I can take my spanking like a good girl”. When your eyes meet, he knows you mean it. He can see there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than here - contrite, spanked, and gripped tight by his strong safe hand.
So I hope you’ll keep a copy of this post somewhere safe, and soon you’ll meet someone you trust enough to reveal this secret. You deserve someone who’ll understand the true nature of your desires. Someone aware enough to recognise this is far more than a fantasy of surrendering, but a deep yearning to exchange love for security, and obedience for acceptance.
I hope you find someone to grip your pussy tight and smack your bottom sore.
Parting Thoughts
Thank you once again to my wonderful readers who’ve recently contributed some awesome questions. I hope you’ve enjoyed the replies they’ve inspired.
I think questions are a great way for everyone to read about what others are really thinking, especially when they’re fantasising about the same kinky thoughts as you. We so rarely get a chance to see inside each other’s heads. If you’d like to anonymously ask a question of your own, you’re very welcome to do so here. Or, I’d love it if you left a comment here…
Until next time, play safe, and stay curious!
– spankingtheatre