I’m always searching for new ideas for this blog. I’ve posted some fairly unusual content in the past, so it’s not always easy to produce something truly different. Here’s my latest attempt. If you don’t like the story, just keep moving!
I envisioned the reader as a female spankee, but feel free to reimagine the genders as you please.
You just left a reasonably comfortable life one spring day. You felt tired of the same routine, day in and day out. You seek a different place, a different job, different friends and a new perspective on life. And maybe even a long awaited real spanking.
Before you is a mysterious castle.
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As you pass through the enormous archway, you enter a cylindrical stone room with a tall ceiling and several doors around the outside.
A handsome, muscular young knight is seated at one end of a long table. “Welcome,” he growls in a gruff tone.
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The knight leans forward and explains. “This is Spanko Castle. It’s place where you can explore all of your spanking fantasies plus some of mine and others that you probably never imagined. I invite you to visit the four rooms surrounding the great hall. If you have any questions, I’ll be here.”
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You push open the heavy door to reveal a well organized barn. A matronly farm woman is milking one of several cows in the barn. Upon seeing you, she stands and walks over to a straw bail in the corner. She grabs a long handled wooden grooming brush from atop the bail and sits down. “Well, if you’re here for your punishment, get on over here now.”
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You crouch down to position yourself over the woman’s broad lap. She lifts your skirt and then pauses for a moment. “You are about to learn precisely how we deal with misbehaving young ladies here on the farm. They deserve hard spankings and so do you. Now hold on and stay in place. I don’t want to miss the target.” With that, she yanks your panties all the way to your knees. What happens next becomes a painful blur of scalding and scolding. This, you hazily realize, is genuine corporal punishment. As you strive desperately to remain in position amid the assault, you find yourself literally grasping at straws.
When the punishment is finally concluded, you struggle to rise to your feet and steady yourself. You vigorously rub your aching posterior with both hands. Your skin feels rough and very hot. Without another word, the farmer unceremoniously drops her spanking brush and returns to her milking.
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When you open the wooden door, you are greeted by the unmistakable scent of freshly tanned leather. This is the shop of the castle’s harness maker. All manner of leather tack hangs upon the walls. Your eye is soon drawn to the far wall where a number of a decidedly non-equestrian creations are hanging. “Oh, I didn’t hear you come in,” mumbles a short, stocky, balding harness maker as he emerges from what appears to be a storage closet. “So I guess you’ve come for a spanking. Would you like to pick out an implement for me to use?”
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“We have a nice variety of straps, paddles, and crops,” he says in a reassuring voice. “You can pick any one or try a combination if you choose.” You select a medium sized brown strap. “That’s a lovely choice, my dear.” The quiet harness maker politely shows you to a work table and gestures for you to bend over it. “Would you lift your skirt for me?”
“My my. Clearly someone was here before me. I have to imagine that’s uncomfortable.” Undeterred, the harness maker swings the heavy leather strap, striking your exposed bottom again and again. This thorough strapping hurts, a lot, but in a warm growing way that stokes a different sort of heat nearby. Upon completing his work, the harness maker admires your fresh marks and observes, “I trust you’re not planning on doing any sitting for the rest of the day.”
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Beyond the third door lies a surprisingly modern office. Unlike the rest of the rustic castle, the white walls, carpeted floors, LCD lighting, and modular furniture appear trendy, clean, and new. “This is the Spanko Castle business office,” says Abraham, who introduces himself as the general manager and shakes your hand firmly. He wears a black suit with a starched white shirt and blue necktie. “Do you…?” You start to ask before Abraham interrupts with a laugh. “Yes is the answer to your question. You’re here for a spanking and you’ve come to the right place.”
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You position yourself over Abraham's large wooden desk as instructed. You study his every move as he removes and hangs his suit jacket and rolls up the right sleeve of his button-down dress shirt. You feel a tingly shudder of anticipation as you hear the sound of a leather belt being pulled though the belt loops of Abraham’s trousers. You clench your teeth as you await what you know must come next.
“Ready?” The first stroke arrives before you have the opportunity to respond. It sizzles across both of your tender cheeks. Subsequent blows fall in a syncopated fashion that confounds your attempts to anticipate the next shocking attack of the belt. You try to remain silent so as not to disturb the decorum of the office, but it just isn’t possible when a wayward stroke marks your upper thigh. Finally, he decides that you’ve had enough and agrees to send you on your way with this stinging souvenir from your visit to the office.
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The fourth door seems particularly heavy and difficult to push open. As it creaks open, a mid-century schoolroom is revealed. As you peek into the room, a deep, authoritarian voice greets you. “It’s about time you showed up for detention, miss. We will not stand for this willful disobedience. Hands against that wall right now!”
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Mr. Wills introduces himself as the boys gym teacher. He announces that his style of discipline is meted out with the thick wooden paddle he now holds in his right hand. You comply with his order and place your hands against the blackboard as you bend forward at the waist.
“Five.” The sentence is delivered with a hint of sadistic pleasure. The five swats are given in quick succession. The pain is immense, but you hardly have time to process it before the next paddle swat. You find yourself involuntarily hopping from foot to foot as you cradle your poor abused bottom. Ow, it really, really hurts to get paddled! Mr. Wills instructs you to sit at the nearest student desk and serve detention. Painfully, you do, but you flee as soon as he leaves the room.
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The knight returns to shining his armor. After a few minutes, he notices that you haven’t left. “So I take it that you want something else. Shall we explore some real discipline down in the dungeon?”
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You follow the knight down a set of rugged stone steps into a darkened room at the bottom. The only illumination is two torches affixed to the walls. You can make out what appears to be torture equipment. He invites you to lie across a padded spanking horse.
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As you bend over the spanking horse, the knight secures your wrists and ankles using leather cuffs attached to the horse. There can be no turning back now. He lifts your skirt and lowers your panties to expose your naked bottom. The powerful knight strikes your skin with a multi-tailed flogger, gently and slowly at first, and then gradually increasing both the speed and intensity. He skillfully paints his mark on your cheeks and thighs. Absorbed in the moment, you barely notice when he halts unexpectedly. “That’s should keep you warm until the next stop on your tour.”
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As you follow the trail away from the castle, the pasture soon gives way to forest. Deeper in the woods, the trail ends in front of a cabin. The cabin is constructed from logs with two small windows facing the trail. Smoke billows from a chimney. The front door is painted green and slightly ajar.
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You push the door and it easily swings open. “Oh, hello. C’mon in.” An unseen voice emerges from an unlit corner of the simple cabin. A fire crackles in the fireplace as your eyes begin to acclimate to the darkness. “”Did you come over from the castle?” You reply that you did. “So you’ve come here to get your rump roasted, huh?” “Uh, yeah,” you blurt out, now somewhat less certain of you answer. “Let’s go out back and find a good switch.”
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You follow the burly, bearded woodsman out of the cabin’s back door and into a dense forest. After about five minutes of walking, the woodsman stops to snap a twig off from a sapling. He swings it through the the air twice before stripping the branches and then handing it to you. “Should do the job, don’t you think?” You nod apprehensively.
“All right, I need you to stand up straight and place your hands on top of your head and leave them there. Good. Now stay right there” The freshly cut switch makes almost no noise at impact, but it feels like electric shocks running through your bottom and upper thighs. The woodsman is now breathing hard as he propels the switch to burn your seat over and over. “All right now, love, you’re almost finished.” He then lifts your skirt with his left hand and issues the hardest cuts yet. You find yourself struggling to remain in position. “Now you’re fully cooked. Well done.”
“If you follow that trail with the two red blazes, it will take you to the lodge.”
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The lodge is a modern one story building with tinted glass windows all around. You enter the building and walk immediately into a bar area. Seated at the bar are a knight, a farm woman, a harness maker, a general manager, a gym teacher, and a woodsman. The knight gestures for you to join them. “We’ve saved a seat for you,” he exclaims with a smile. You graciously tell him that you would prefer to stand.
The harness maker then offers a toast to your persistence, pain tolerance, and sense of adventure. All raise their glasses and drink to you. You have won.
12 comments :
Oh wow, this is fantastic Bonnie. I will have to come back and explore some more :)
Hugs
Roz
What fun! Bobbie, I never would have thought of anything like this. Each spanking was a perfect gem!
Hugs,
Hermione
"Bandersnatch" for spankos!
Roz - Please do! There are lots of spankings to experience.
Hermione - Thanks. Some of the inspiration was a series of kids books that Gen-Xers and older Millennials might remember (and also their Boomer parents like me). They were called Choose Your Own Adventure. At the end of each page, the reader was directed to a different page based upon a choice related to the story. I thought I might be able to update this general approach for a more adult audience on the web.
A second inspiration was the Infocom text adventure games like Zork that ran on early PCs back in the 1990s. They first brought the concept of a non-linear storytelling to the digital world.
The biggest challenge, besides keeping the HTML straight, was composing concise, self-contained stories that were still interesting. As a journalist, I want to paint a complete and vivid picture, but in this particular medium, that isn't very practical.
KD - I had to look that up. But, yes, I guess so. I also learned that Netflix was sued by the Choose Your Own Adventure people. Thanks for the heads up.
Amazing ! The switching with hands on top the head with skirt down... imagining the lenght of the skirt... then skirt up... He then lifts your skirt with his left hand and issues the hardest cuts.... imagining wearing skimpy knickers...
I have mentioned in a few stories martinet whipping with hands on the head and skirt and knickers off...
Again amazing creativity !
Hats off, or better, skirt up !
B :)
Brigitte - Thank you. Since it was a spring day, I imagined the skirt being relatively lightweight and therefore offering only limited protection. The idea of lifting it at the end was meant as a big wrap up for the last spanking in the story.
Thanks Bonnie that was a great adventure that I really could picture in my mind.
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Joe - Thank you! As a writer, my inclination is to create vivid worlds with plenty of rich details. This unusual format, with many stories essentially combined into one, isn't conducive to that approach. I'm pleased that this more spartan effort worked for you.
Bruno y Mia - I think your photos and drawings are lovely. You're linked! Thank you.
So many fun directions a spankee could explore! I need to try them all! Thanks Bonnie!
That's very stimulating. I think you have a career in writing!
Minielle - I hope you enjoy this little tour of spanking fantasies.
RP - Thanks! As it turns out, I write for a living and always have. I was trained as a journalist and now work as a technical writer. As a result of my history and nature, writing fiction is more challenging for me than just presenting the facts. This peculiar sub-genre, though, suits me because of the need to convey a complete story in relatively words.
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