A Week-end Full of Spanking

Private Life and Play — By Adele on 2 May, 2006 8:45 pm

What do you think I’ve been up to all weekend, munchkins? Come on, have a guess.

If you think I’ve been off doing something glamorously model-like, you’re wrong.

However, if you think I’ve been away with friends getting spanked in the morning, seeing sights in the afternoon, and then getting spanked again at bedtime – then you’ve guessed right, and I can tell you more about it.

My friends hired a self-catering cottage, which had been conveniently placed in the middle of a field. There had been, we’re told, buildings around it some hundred years ago, but right now it’s just remote enough that no matter how loudly a girl screams from her whipping, no neighbours will rush to help her.

And golly, did we three girls have cause for screaming.

The bag of implements that came along for the trip had canes, tawses and variously shaped paddles tucked away in its every pocket. One of the tawses – freshly delivered from the workshop of the famous London Tanner – has proved particularly fearsome. We received our prison whippings with it: about twenty strokes each, hard, as we bent down with elbows on a low chair. The governor of the prison brought out the cane after that, but in comparison to that tawse it was really rather wimpy.

After that we played the cruelest trick on ourselves: we were so sore that for the scene that evening we wondered if, perhaps, a hand-spanking was on offer, at least as a warm-up. We changed into our pyjamas, transforming into three schoolgirls who’d been drinking in the dorm. I was the first to go over the Housemaster’s lap, and promptly discovered that he had no intention to go easy on us at all. The spanking was so hard that my ears were ringing; as for my bottom – I was surprised to still have one when he finally let me up. The horror on my companions’ faces told me that I wasn’t just being a wimp: it must have looked as painful as it felt to me.

We were each spanked for five minutes solid (and had to time it on a watch, which I came close to dropping a few times). There were many tears and promises, and the nasty tawse didn’t look quite so bad after all. It was a really intense scene, which came close to turning me temporarily vanilla. Watching the other girl spanked was particularly traumatic, and it even began to seem to me as though I’d got away lightly compared to my friends – although it’s hard to tell if that’s true. I certainly couldn’t have taken much more.

After this our play was relatively light. We girls did a scene with just the three of us: two rich brats ganging up on a defenseless maid. I don’t like hurting people, but I do enjoy ordering them around, so I did most of the threatening, and some light smacking. The maid’s uniform may or may not have stayed on for longer than about three minutes; I’m not rightly sure. She spent quite a lot of time naked, for ease of access. The image that has stayed with me is one of my foot planted on her back as she knelt, with her forehead on the floor, and I flicked her lightly with a cane.

So, that was my week-end. There were more scenes than this, but I can’t possibly go into every detail, or this post will turn into a spanking novel. (Hmm, there’s a thought.)

I’ll have to see whether my friends will let me post some pictures from their camera (I didn’t have mine with me).