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Still busy here, but I have got more done. Almost finished Holodeck and will refocus on the Wolf soon.

A lot of people are on their holidays.

Here is a quick round-up of some of the images out and about. Contributions this week found at: Devlin, Ronnie, Dallas, Contemporary Life, Real Spanking, Spanking Blogg, and Stan.


dt09_200Another collection of mainly M/F spanking stories from LSF is now available.

This issue of Disciplinary Tales features the following stories:

Secret Memoirs of a 1950s Secretary: A legal secretary during the 1950s and 1960s, Brenda is very enterprising and manages to persuade her boss to spank her. Sir Brian is seemingly reluctant at first, but quickly enters into the spirit of things, progressing from spanking Brenda’s bare bottom with hand and hairbrush to delivering six of the best with a cane. The junior secretary, Linda, is also brought into the workplace spanking regime. Even Sir Brian’s wife gets a turn to bare her bottom.

An Interview for Aunt Domina: When Domina takes her ‘niece’ to be interviewed as a submissive in training she is confident and aloof, bordering on rude. Things don’t quite go to plan though. She meets her match in the dominant John, who accepts Tammy for training – but he also takes Domina to task. Domina has struggled with her outer dominance and her inner submissiveness, but now she has John to submit to, she yelps her way through a hairbrush spanking on her bare bottom, then prepares herself for a hefty session with John’s cane…

A Right Royal Spanking: The High Seer has declared that in his vision he has seen a royal princess spanked. Empress Jasmine decides she is not going to be spanked and arranges a game of Hazard (certain that she will win) in which all the princesses must take part. Jasmine almost gets away but is finally caught by Garth who gives her the spanking she so richly deserves.

The Scarlet Avenger: Amy wants to follow the family tradition as a superhero, despite being forbidden to do so. She sneaks out as the ‘Scarlet Avenger’ one evening, but can’t hide her ripped costume or bullet graze. John soon makes sure her bottom is scarlet as well.

I Stranger: In this tale of cultural planetary exploration, Amanda and her crew of three arrive at their destination, but things are not quite as they usually are for this foursome. Roles become reversed which presents problems, as does the local culture which features the subordination and discipline of women.

Faery Godfather: Jessica feels very guilty after shoplifting. That night she finds herself in school uniform in a classroom. Macqus Darklast has been watching her past crimes in life, and now punishes Jessica to help her change her ways. But was it all just a dream?

Red: Portia says way too much for her own good, and is very quickly over her boss’s lap for a spanking.

Cade County 1892: Eleanor Whitlow is the new schoolmistress at Cade County School. As she punishes a student for cheating and bullying, her actions are observed by Henry Vaughn, the Chairman of the Board of Education. He then gives Eleanor the exact same treatment, as she too has been found out to be a liar and a cheat in falsifying her references.

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Janice K had wondered her whole life what a spanking would be really like. As a teen she had been warned to be careful going out alone and that strangers were dangerous. She had always imagined that these dark consequences would involve a spanking. Deliberately she had flouted caution and put herself in danger. Of course nothing happened, she wasn’t even spanked when she got home. Such things only happened in books.

Then in her 20s she had seen small ads, hinting at spanking with strange men, but she had never dared write in response. Then a little later there was the Internet.

Posing as Little Kitten she corresponded with men and some women who variously spoke about, threatened and shared experiences of spanking. Once she even plucked up the courage to meet a man in a cafe. She waited for over an hour but he hadn’t showed.

Then she had begun talking to Colm. Online he was bossy but polite. Not attractive, he said and definitely not young. He had been divorced and his daughter didn’t talk to him. Work too had been a challenge. She had liked him at once but thought he sounded like a bit of a loser. Then he had said something to that effect himself, which confirmed in her mind that he was self aware and trustworthy.

He had been very supportive when she had tried her luck with another man online, but then when this man had had turned out to be a bit of a wanker and she hadn’t wanted to see him again.

Increasingly desperate she had made a third reckless attempt by meeting a man without telling anyone. Colm had been furious.

He told that if he had been there in person he would spank her until she couldn’t sit down for a week.

“If you were here I would let you,” she had replied.

They talked and finally she had told him, “We could meet.”

She had been close to actually nauseous when she turned up at the pub. So much so that she almost ran away.

“Are you Janice?” he had asked.

Colm looked solid and kind. He was also much more handsome than he had suggested. She told him so. He grinned and pointed out that much could be said about her.

They talked for hours and her stupid excursion to met the stranger came up again. He let his sternness show and her tummy did a flip-flop. Then he found out that she hadn’t told anyone she was meeting him either.

“But you’re Colm,” she told him, actually puzzled.

He scolded her for her naivete and threatened to spank her again.

“You can,” she said, “You should.”

“I live around the corner,” he said, he was nervous too and waited to see what she would say.

She looked around in case someone was listening and then she said, “You should spank me really, really hard, on the bare bottom. I mean really hard. The spanking should not really have started until I want it to stop.” She her breath.

He nodded a gulped down half his pint but decided not to finish it.

Outside it was raining and she didn’t look at him the whole way there.

The flat was okay, a bit grubby, as many single men’s apartments were. Once inside he took of his coat and offered her tea.

“After maybe,” she said shyly.

He took a deep breath and got her to tell him the story of how she went to meet the stranger and asked how come after the first time that she made the same mistake again. She couldn’t answer.

“Right young lady,” he barked.

Her heart leapt and began racing. Her tummy turned into a washing-machine.

Colm was less confident than he felt, but his visage remained paternally calm. He took her over his knee and lifted the back of her skirt. She had worn good underwear, planning for this moment no doubt.

“This should be a bare bottom spanking,” he growled, half in warning and half to get confirming consent.

“Oh God,” she whispered.

Time hung by a thread so that a single moment filled the room. Then hooking his thumb into the elastic of her underwear he slowly pulled her knickers down. His cock twitched at once, she was a little generous behind, but promising. He liked the way she gasped.

Then he spanked her once and she wriggled. Then he spanked her again, two or three times until she was breathing audibly and there was a pink patch on her bare bottom.

“Be cross with me, don’t let me off,” she mumbled after he had paused too long.

He had spanked women a few times and didn’t like to be told now. He spanked her hard, very hard and she twisted and made a little yelp. He didn’t know that this was her first ever spanking and she didn’t know it would hurt so much.

“Please,” she said.

He began spanking her very hard and very fast, too fast for her to take in and then her bottom sang. It was a tune of a million little tingles, like puppy dog teeth, and as spank followed spank the bite got more edge and she began to pant in discomfort.

Soon she was shouting out and twisting across his lap, but he didn’t let up and spanked her about as hard as he could until his arm ached and his palm was sore. By then her bottom was pretty red and she had actual begun to cry a little.

He stopped the spanking and she wriggled around until she was sitting in his lap and they were hugging. After a bit she said, “You didn’t have to stop, I mean part of me is glad but… oh God I am confused.”

Taking the hint he said, “Don’t worry we can finish your spanking after you stand in the corner for a while.”

“Oh God, Jesus, I can’t believe…” she sniffed, her mind raced.

Later she would tell him it was her first time. After he had spanked her again and they had gone to bed.


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Part one here

Tzara watched her new arch nemesis walk away with a swagger that rivalled most of the men in this world. What could she say, she was guilty. She remembered the captain and felt sick. What about the others too, did they get away? If they did would they survive or get shipwrecked light years… she glanced at the food on the table and wished it was sand. Maybe this life was too good for her?

“You okay?” someone beside her mumbled.

Tzara saw Tyler looking at her with concern and shot a look back at Ginette. “What is going on? Why are you here? I mean… shit, it is good to see you but you must hate me too…”

“I don’t hate you, you saved me. I don’t think Ginette hates you either… sorry Lady Dancer,” Tyler winced. “I think she loves it here and has her own survivor’s guilt to deal with.”

“But I killed the ship,” Tzara wailed.

Tyler made a sour face and crinkled up her eyes. “Maybe… maybe not, we don’t know what happened, not really; and in any case it was an accident. It is up to a court martial to decide your fate, not out Lady Dancer.”

The words made Tzara feel better, but not much. “What is it with this Lady Dancer crap and what is she to you?” she asked.

Tyler blushed. “It is a long story,” she blushed. “Let us say it has and is a learning curve for me. You have to know that it is seven months since we were on the ship… subjectively speaking that is. I don’t know Ginette managed that exactly, but we got inserted ahead of you. That after she spent literally days sussing out this world and what you did to create it before she inserted us. She was well prepared. Just between you and me I think this place is some sort of secret dream of hers and she managed to tweak it a little and flesh it out a little more since you made it.”

“I didn’t though, not consciously anyway. It was supposed to be a couple of hour’s distraction, just a test run really. I was going to work out the details later.” Tzara sighed.

“Well the details worked themselves out and with no small input from Ginette,” Tyler grimaced.

“And you?” Tzara asked.

Tyler looked around to make sure Lady Dancer wasn’t watching. Then she made a face. “I didn’t think it through either and anyway…” she licked her lips and seemed to steel herself for a confession. “I was drawn to the service because of a need for discipline and adventure. I have also always been drawn to strong women, sexually I mean…” Tyler looked at Tzara to gauge her reaction; some cultures still frowned on that sort of thing. “I don’t think it matters what I like or what I would have chosen, something in me has fed this place and now I am caught like you… literally in this case. My status here is as legal ward to Ginette until I marry… well since I can’t see that happening anytime soon… and I mean ever…”

“I see,” Tzara grimaced sympathetically.

Tyler shot a worried look across the room to where Ginette and Lord Galen were conferring. Then she sighed, “No you don’t, not at all. I am not Ginette’s sexual partner, I am not allowed sexual partners, I am supposed to be chaste. Meanwhile I have the legal status of… of a child. She spanks me and worse.” Tyler blushed. “It is a life sentence and I don’t even… I hate it and need it at the same time… but I don’t exactly like it.”

“I think I understand,” Tzara sighed. “Part of me has similar feelings.”

Tyler frowned and made another hasty look at Lady Dancer. “Did you know that not only will we not age or die or… I mean like until the simulator is turned off or…?”

“I know, we might be here for hundreds of years…” Tzara could not quite take that in.

“Or a million or… or forever… but that’s not all. We will stay who we are here, as far as everyone here believes anyway. The world might change around us but at any given moment it will accept us for who we are, forever,” Tyler wailed.

Tzara sucked in air through her nose and let it go and with it that thought; it was just too large. Then she fixed Tyler with a hard stare. “Are you saying that we won’t age and no one here will notice? How do you even know that?”

“I am saying that they will accept us as part of their world. As for knowing…? I don’t really, it is just what Ginette said, and she spent hours talking to the avatar and analysing the settings parameters.”

Tzara nodded. “So what will she do to me? What can she do to me?” she asked.

“For one thing, once your Lord dies or releases you she will claim you for the Order of the Steel Rose. Life as a Novice is hard, very hard and our precious Lady Dancer gets to decide when one advances to Adherent, which is not much of a step up. Remember what I said… you could be one of her subordinate sisters for centuries…” Tyler gushed. She took another glance at Ginette.

“And until then…?” Tzara frowned.

“Oh she has other plans,” her friend whispered.

“Such as?”

Tyler shot another look at Ginette and then backed away. “Listen, I don’t want to be seen talking to you,” And then she was gone.


Tzara mulled it over. She thought about going to see Lucinda to see what she knew about the Order of the Steel Rose and what power it had. In the guise of Lady Dancer, Ginette had garnered a lot of respect already and it was hard to know how to play it.

Finally she decided to go the horse’s mouth and confront Tyler and Ginette together away from prying eyes. Maybe straight talking was all that was required.

It wasn’t hard to find the quarters of the newcomers and no one troubled Lord Galen’s woman as she slipped down the passageway to the apartments.

She was surprised to find the outer door open and after the briefest pause she went in. The rooms were lavish with tapestries and velvet drapes, but there was no maid in the outer chamber as there might have been so Tzara went in the direction of some voices further inside.

“What did you tell her?” An angry Ginette was saying.

“Nothing My Lady, I…” Tyler wailed.

‘My Lady,’ what even in private? Tzara thought and hesitated.

“Then why talk to her at all?” Ginette asked fiercely.

“I…,” Tyler had no answer.

“I think you have been indulging in some misplaced loyalty,” Ginette snarled, “I think you need to be taught just who is in charge here you little traitoress.”

Tzara found the inner door ajar and instead of announcing herself she took a peek. She gasped and drew back less she was heard. Tyler was across Ginette’s knee with her bare bottom facing the door. Oh my God, she thought and took another look.

Tyler’s bottom was small and pert. The tightly split rounds formed two vulnerable domes, alabaster smooth and Nordic white. Even Tzara could see the appeal if one were so inclined. She dropped back to watch and learn something.

Lady Dancer patted her ward’s bare bottom twice with a long handled hairbrush so that the hapless Tyler squealed and wriggled.

“Childish, I know, but to get us started I am going to give you a long sound spanking just to get your attention,” Lady Dancer said in a voice of steel. “Cherry red is a good colour, the colour your bottom will be after your first spanking today. Then you may go to the corner for a good cry while I summon the maid for a beverage or two.”

“Please… ooh,” Tyler moaned.

“I may even have a nice purple plum as well, in honour of the two you will have by the end of your second spanking,” Lady Dancer teased. “And my treasured little ward, that is not merely a play on words.”

Tyler didn’t answer and was already breathing rapidly as she wriggled.

“Then we will talk and you will tell me every last thing you said to our Mistress Tzang,” Lady Dancer hissed.

“Oh, oh, yes My Lady, but…” Tyler wailed.

“Shush,” the brush wielder soothed, “It is going to happen, so don’t bother trying to explain until afterwards. Then depending on what you say… well we will see if further correction is required.”

“Please My Lady, I…” Tyler pleaded.

“Now, now,” her spanker chided and struck the first blow.

“Ah,” a distress Tyler yelped.

The second spank landed almost at once and was soon followed by a third, fourth and fifth.

The spanking was hard and fast and two or three minutes went by before Lady Dancer paused. All this while Tyler twisted and yelled as her bottom went from light pink to rich red at their uppermost points. Then after giving the bottom a quick squeeze with her hand Dancer began spanking down the curves to really set upon the areas used for sitting. Here she remained for several more minutes until Tyler was a sobbing mess.

Lady Dancer inspected the deep red ovals staining Tyler’s bottom and scratched at it with her thumb nail. “More strawberry than cherry,” she muttered, “Oh well, onwards and upwards.”

Then the spanking resumed.

Tzara swallowed and decided to take her leave. After 15 minutes a bawling Ensign Tyler was really going through it and she figured Ginette was not ready to call a halt any time soon. In fact the sound of distress and spanking impacts was heard all the way back up the passage as she walked away. Poor Tyler, she thought.

To be continued…

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I stumbled upon the Wertham Project that was discussing 1940s and 50s culture and especially the link between comics and movies. It touches upon the popular campaign to get Lois Lane spanked by Superman, which elsewhere gained traction until the publishers suspected that the calls had been hijacked by more prurient interests.

There were wider links of course and it is difficult to unpick the complex motivations and popularity of romantic M/F spanking in mainstream American (and some European) culture. The article mentioned also focuses on some links between comics and movies that may have been commercially motivated.

As the blog has it: The Avon comics were very closely linked to the Avon novels, which also included these spanking scenes. Let’s not investigate why these scenes were not only in Avon comics but in Avon books in general. The American western movie was a very popular genre from the 40s to the 60s. I have no idea why these movies were so popular, they were always the same plots and same troupes. One of these troupes was the hero spanking his love interest.

Some time Jezebel ran a feature on the cultural history of spanking in 20th century culture and started quite a heated debate between those that saw the phenomenon has pure paternalism and sexism and those that either believed it was code for sex or BDSM hidden in plain sight.

One suspects that there is some truth to all of these arguments.

You can read the full Wertham Project article here.



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Finally getting a little more time, with the emphasis on little. Thanks for those who have got in touch, and a specially shout out for CF Publications who got in touch.

Since we are mentioning stories, remember to check out LSF too.

I have been out in the Sticks braving the floods, well not that brave, but I hope it is okay where you are. I gather some people are having too much sun?

Some features and stories, including the last chapter or two of Holodeck Hell is pending and a lot of people have been asking about Abraham Heights, which began here, but can be read in any order. This is more densely written than some stories, but hoping to through in a short from this universe soon.

Pictures above taken from Punished Brats, Dallas, and Real Spanking, pro sites. With some enthusiasts contributing from: Vanilla Spanking, Grumpy, Devlin and Contemporary Life.


Part one here

Tzara had never been so embarrassed. It had seemed an age since she had been sent to the corner and even the sting in her bottom had eased to a dull roar. However the shame of it was all too real and whenever she began to tune out someone would make a comment or a catcall that would shake her and reinforce just how humiliating it was to be standing at the wall with her skirts pinned up where everyone could see.

Lucinda tried to feel sorry for the woman, but after all no real harm had come to her and maybe it was time that her friends arrogant streak was taken down a notch or two. She was still contemplating Tzara’s very red and very sore exposed bottom when a page bustled in. From his determined and officious manner the concubine sensed something new was happening and she was not alone. As the young man jogged across the room to Lord Galen others had noticed and the room gradually fell silent.

The man coughed and waited until Galen deemed to notice him. After all this was court and protocol had to be observed. Finally Galen put down his wine and smiled.

“What is it?” he said.

“My Lord, there is a lady without. A noble woman from Charis, or so she says: Lady Dancer and her ward,” the man spoke in a manner that suggested the words were beneath him, that or the task of delivering them.

Galen looked at Karl who shrugged and then back at the page. Without words he gestured to admit her and all eyes finally looked away from the hapless Tzara and towards the door.

Lady Dancer was a tall and imposing woman. She had the confidence of one who had seen beyond the very edge of the world and carried herself with an almost military bearing. At her heel was a young blonde woman who had the look of one who had been cajoled into her gown and would have been more comfortable elsewhere.

“You are Lady Dancer?” Galen said politely as he gained his feet.

The rest of the court followed suit until everyone was standing.

“I am,” Lady Dancer replied and executed a courtesy, although her gaze remained level and she held Galen’s eyes. “This is my ward, Lady Danielle Tyler,” she said indicating her companion whose courtesy was atrocious. At least the younger woman had the good grace to blush.

Galen returned with a bow only a hand’s width higher.

In the corner Tzara started and risked a glance round at the visitors. The voice was Ginette’s and indeed the other newcomer was Ensign Tyler.

“I see you have been having some domestic problems,” Lady Dancer said lightly as she ran an amused eye over bare-bottomed Tzara.

“A small matter,” Galen said dismissively.

“Indeed,” Lady Dancer purred, “But in my experience there are no small matters when it comes to firm discipline, especially where young women are concerned.” She had been born for this role and relished it.

When the avatar had explained Tzara’s world she had been shocked, but not because of what had proved to be her shipmate’s secret fantasies, but because how closely they had mirrored her own. It had taken a few hours of subjective time to process what had happened and she had included a trauma block in her preparation for her entry into the world. Then with some detailed research it had been a simple matter to insert herself a few months before Tzara’s return and furnish herself with wealth and position to exploit the situation.

At some point she would exact some retribution on Tzara, but first she had to find her feet.

Tyler had been more confused and her best suggestion had been that they could get a farm somewhere with horses. In the end Ginette had shaped the ensign’s destiny for her. That had been interesting and their relationship had taken an unusual turn.

“You know something of discipline?” Galen asked.

“I hold an imperial warrant as Justicar, and I am Lady High Governess and Grand Mother Superior of the Order of the Steel Rose,” she said proudly.

“The Order of the Steel Rose… they have a series of… how can I put it… houses for young women who have erred?” Galen said, understating things rather. Such things were not usually spoken of.

“You have it My Lord,” Lady Dancer agreed and gave him a small bow. “It has been brought to my attention that there are some irregularities concerning… certain indentured ladies at this court.”

Galen followed her gaze to Tzara and winced. What had she heard? He turned back, “You are welcome,” he said, not knowing what else he could say just then.


“Ginette… what are you doing here?” Tzara hissed once she had been released from the corner. Her face burned to her ears at the thought that both her crew mates had seen her punished like a child.

“I am here because you led us here,” Ginette hissed back, “And don’t call me Ginette, I am Lady Dancer to you.” The opportunity to talk had been afforded them as the members of the court were milling around with most people too nervous of the newcomers to come near. Galen and Karl had slipped away to discuss the matter and what, if any, authority Lady Dancer might have there.

“My Lady then, what the hell is the Order of the Steel Rose and how did you…?” Tzara shot back not intimidated by her former shipmate.

“This is a remarkable world, real in almost every detail; you merely set its creation in motion, but it was not and is not yet quite fully formed. The Order was a product of some of your darker fantasies I merely appropriated and made it take shape with myself at its head. There were many such lose ends left to sort themselves out while you were otherwise engaged. He is handsome,” she shot back.

“But why are you here, with a whole world to… I don’t know… shape?” Tzara asked, but she felt increasingly uneasy.

“All the shaping I can do stopped once I entered this place, all I could do was prepare more fully than you for the world it will become. As to why I am here… you most probably killed our ship and our captain. If the holodeck survives the crash then in a few hundred thousand years you will go to gaol. Until then I intend to hold you to account myself,” Lady Dancer whispered icily through a gritted smile.

Tzara gulped, “But…” What could this woman do? Galen might protect her, but would he live forever here like her? Could even stop someone with imperial authority?

“Oh be afraid, very afraid,” Ginette hissed, “But I will probably get bored with you in a decade or so, probably.”

“Look I know… I know I screwed up…”

“Understatement much,” Ginette blurted, breaking character for a moment.

Tzara closed her eyes. “Please, you said this place is real, really real now. I love him and he…”

“Oh don’t worry, I have not come to whisk you off to total hell, not yet anyway. For now I am in the grit in the oyster, a foretaste if you will of your next life or two in this place,” Lady Dancer circled her like a cat with a mouse.

To be continued

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Once again work is getting hectic, I had to go out of town just in time to face the floods. Part of the Great North Road was even closed. The UK is wet, wet, wet at the moment.

I think maybe I am not alone as Spankland is quite quiet this week.

Above is a round up of images taken from: All Things Spanking, Dallas, Ronnie, Devlin, and Vanilla Spanking.


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