You can spank all of the girls some of the time, and you can spank some of the girls all of the time, but nobody spanks Candice Bergen except me. Sorry. I don’t know where that last bit came from. Someone else must have been moving my fingers, and probably moving his lips at the same time. That’s an Edgar Bergen joke, by the way. Candice’s daddy was a ventriloquist who couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and did his best work on radio. You knew that. Sorry again.
What I mean to say is, the types of spanking one can give or receive are limited only by one’s imagination. I think I proved that, or at least indicated it strongly, in the nine books I’ve published. Those scenes are based in real life experience, to a greater or lesser extent, but since they never actually happened they must be considered fantasy situations. I’ll leave it to my literary analyst and biographer Michael Lombardo to catalog and deconstruct these fantasies years from now in his best-selling tome “The Definitive Devlin O’Neill.” Meanwhile I want to talk about different spanking categories one might encounter in real life.
I asserted in a previous ramble that when spanking a girl the variations are endless, or something along those lines. Probably that’s an overstatement, at least in the real world, but there are a few basic types of spanking – Just Because Play, Role Play, Pointed Role Play, and Punishment. This is not an exhaustive list, and covers only consensual spanking between two adult participants. Probably I should say here that I do NOT condone a grownup’s striking a child for ANY reason. It does happen, however, and has for centuries, and I have described such events in my published work, but that does not mean I favor the practice. Intuitively, one would surmise that when a girl is spanked as a child she would develop an urge to be spanked as an adult. However, my own limited statistics analysis shows no clear correlation between the incidence of childhood spanking and the later desire among women of my acquaintance to be spanked. To my knowledge, roughly half the women who share our predilection were, and half were not spanked as children. I mention this only to assure the reader that our subspecies will not disappear simply because of bans on juvenile corporal punishment, anymore than male homosexuality will disappear because cities shut down steam baths. But to continue with this rant …
Just Because Play – This is exactly what it sounds like. “I’m spanking you just because I want to,” and “I’m getting spanked just because I want to be.” This sort of thing happens at spanking parties, in kitchens and bedrooms and occasionally in fantasy dungeons, on secluded beaches, in remote woodland glades at twilight, and sometimes in hotel elevators. Two consenting adults find each other and play, and the effect on the girl’s bottom can range from a happy tingle to a deeply bruised ache, depending on her needs and the needs of her partner. These scenarios occur because an understanding is reached between the two people, often at the parties I mentioned earlier.
“Hi! I’m Darius Just, and I’d like to spank you.”
“Hi, Darius. I’m Sassy Sinful, and you’re cute. I bought a new leather tawse I want to try out, but only medium, okay? I have another appointment at seven.”
“Love to. Medium it is, and no marks that’ll last more than an hour.”
“Excellent. Give me your room number and I’ll meet you there in twenty minutes.”
This sort of thing occurs with great frequency, and in most cases both individuals come away from the event more or less satisfied and completely unscathed. There are exceptions, of course, when the spanker oversteps the spankee’s boundaries, but that is far from the norm, and generally the offender is dealt with by group peer pressure to either get with the program or hit the road. I should also mention that our cousins in the D&S, B&D, BDSM world don’t really get how we, spankophiles, can be so promiscuous. That’s a term used by one young lady during the Q&A after a speech I made to a BDSM group a couple of years ago, and I have to admit that spankos view power exchange in a much different light than BDSM practitioners. In their culture, the dominator and the dominated have an exclusive contract for the duration of the relationship. Others may become involved in the discipline of the one dominated, but only with the permission, or at the insistence, of the dominator. Certainly that type of monogamous relationship exists in the spanko world as well, but even in those cases, most committed couples allow each other varying degrees of freedom to play with other partners. Perhaps that is a form of promiscuity, but obviously I prefer our dynamic to theirs, simply because it’s more open and convivial. At our sort of party, a stranger is just a friend you haven’t spanked yet, or been spanked by.
Then too, just how friendly you become varies with individuals. In most party spanking instances, boy spanks girl, boy soothes girl’s bottom, boy and girl chat for a bit, boy and girl part ways. Sometimes there’s more to it, and yes, I mean sex, or at least private activities that involve more than just the girl’s bare hind cheeks. This is not usual, and from what I know of party spanking, each participant enjoys the undeniable sexual aspects of bottom heating separately and not as a couple. The rule of thumb is, the boy touches the girl’s bottom cheeks and nothing else, except as necessary to hold onto her. Rarely, however, it has gone beyond that for me at parties, although never so far as intercourse. Apart from anything else, our friend Darius from the above example probably has a seven o’clock appointment as well, and a nine o’clock, and then perhaps a midnight supper cum bedtime blistering with his significant other, so must conserve his energy. Not that spanking isn’t foreplay, and I’ll cover that topic later, but in the very few instances where the girl and I both knew for sure that more was needed and wanted, I have stroked and probed her more intimate recesses, to our mutual delight. But again, this association, this pushing of the velvet envelope, is based on agreement and informed consent – if she wants your finger in her tiny rear vent or your tongue on the delicate folds of her labia while her soft, red behind steams and stings, she’ll let you know somehow, so keep your eyes and ears open.
Role Play – All spanking involves acting a part to some extent, whether it’s simply ‘I’m a spanker’ and ‘I’m a girl who really wants to get spanked,’ or a full fledged props and costumes, stay in character for the duration, professor and really naughty coed scenario complete with schoolroom that used to be your backyard gardening shed. Most role play falls somewhere between these two extremes, and I take great pleasure in this activity, simply because it lets me BE someone else for a while, whether I’m Uncle Devlin, Papa, Professor O’Neill, or just the guy whose cowboy hat you knocked off in a crowded ballroom and now I’m expected to do something about it, Erica! Yes, that actually happened at a Shadow Lane party a couple of years ago, right after I’d spanked a girl on stage, non-stop for 13 minutes, as the forfeit in a bet she had lost. So then Brat and Outraged Victim of Brattiness is one form of role-play, but the whole point of playing these parts is to encourage conversation during the seat heating. With role play there is a reason she’s across your lap, contrived though it may be, something to scold her for, which gives her reason to respond, with apologies, pleas for leniency, possibly arguments that this is SO unfair, and what if you’re wrong, Papa? That’s Dawna’s favorite line, and I’ve never completely convinced her that Papa is ALWAYS right to spank her naughty bottom, since she continues to use the line. In Erica’s case, her invariable response is more brattiness, which is cause for even harder spanking, resulting in further brattiness, and so forth. Erica has a beautiful bottom that was forged of iron in Vulcan’s smithy, as it can absorb an unbelievable amount of spanking, and only once was I able to break this heroically heated circle of insults and swats. That breakdown happened in a movie we wrote and starred in, “Stand Corrected, The Video” from Shadow Lane Productions, and only because the director said that Erica HAD to finally give in and admit that she did NOT want anymore spanking, for the sake of finishing the long shoot if for no other reason.
Video shoots aside, the other purpose of role-playing is to allow oneself permission to say and do things outside the norm of everyday reality. A calm, reasonable, peaceful guy like me can allow himself to get angry and self-righteous and seriously physical playing a part, and a strong but demure and reserved woman can scream and brat, struggle and perhaps even weep, when she allows dormant and restricted emotions to emerge, released not by her but by the character she portrays. Regardless WHO evinces these pent up feelings – Rosy Situpon and Prof. Flogwell, or Gwen and Dev – it’s the psyche of the all too human actor that benefits by this cathartic exercise. The actor puts it out there, pulls the stops, and maybe even chews some scenery. Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to chew scenery.
But the idea of role-play is anathema to some people, perhaps because they think it childish to make believe, or because it brings to mind those stupid games they make you do in sensitivity training, but I think we all role-play in our own minds, imagine what-if situations, or simply the inevitable ‘what I SHOULD have said was …’ circumstance. My books are all about role-play – the staid and stodgy British gentleman and the well-meaning but careless maid, the strict professor and the bratty schoolgirl, the chisel-jawed romantic hero and the beautiful breathless virgin. Okay, I should have said OUR books on that last one, Georgia, but my point is that it’s all right to let go once in a while, step into someone else’s wingtips or maryjanes, cavalry boots or fairy slippers, and pretend that a sore, red bottom is only and exactly the outcome that will complete the dramatic arc, and bring harmony to the relationship. If you need help constructing your role-play scenario, feel free to borrow from my books. I have it on good authority that the dialog is natural and authentic. Not to say that you need to memorize dialog, and your own imaginary scene is preferable, of course, but I wanted to make the offer. The ability to extemporize is a must in these situations, to keep the fantasy alive and the conversation moving. And always remember – we don’t stop playing because we get old; we get old because we stop playing.
Pointed Role Play – As I mentioned before, spanking can be foreplay. This is not breaking news to anyone here, I think, but this my ramble so I get to say it. That’s also the main premise of this next section. For those who may have missed it, I’ll encapsulate my previous rant on the subject of spanking as erotic stimulation – the guy works up a testosterone buzz looking at, fondling, and slapping a warm, sweet bottom; the girl’s hormones react to his dominance and scolding, and the heat in her behind shoots straight into her feminine core. If that isn’t encapsulated enough – spanking makes him hard and her horny. Yeah, that’s too encapsulated, and probably not altogether true, but mostly I’m getting ahead of myself.
If you do take my published work as your role-playing text, and even if you don’t, you will note that I include anal and other sorts of erotica in many of the spanking fantasies I write, and that’s what I mean by Pointed Role Play. When a guy pulls down a girl’s panties and bares her bottom he has but one thing on his mind, just like every girl’s daddy told her. That assertion is patently NOT true, at least in my world, but that ‘one thing’ certainly is somewhere in his mind, and in hers, one would imagine. So to take your role-play to its obvious next step, not to say conclusion, all the testosterone and hormones flying around will certainly fuel more intimate, panties-down activity. Of course I encourage you to invent your own conclusive details, but again in reference to my writing, the girl’s bottom must be spanked EVERYWHERE, even inside the cleft. And as long as you’re there, that cute, puckered little vent could use some attention – a bit of finger probing, perhaps an enema, or even a plug, which only makes more likely the insertion of an even hotter, stronger, male implement, there or elsewhere.
Gwen hates that, naturally, when I examine here, and the possibilities such examination implies.
“It’s embarrassing, for God’s sake, and will you for crying out loud STOP that? And stop looking at my … my …”
She can’t even say it, let alone write about it. That’s why she found me. That’s why she was MEANT to find me, the ultimate writer of steamy, awful, exactly on target descriptions of what she so detests but that makes her unmentionable orifice – her vagina, her pussy, her puffy pink slit – so very hot and wet, and why I was MEANT to find her, the sweet, demure, oh so submissive young lady who managed to convince me, amongst other things, that it’s okay to say ‘pussy’ and ‘cock,’ at least occasionally, when I write. So my point is, in tune with the message here, to keep role-playing. You never know where you’ll end up. I mean, besides with her end up. When we first met, Gwen didn’t know what a run-on sentence was, and prior to that I didn’t know how effective the phrase ‘hard, throbbing cock’ could be amongst certain women readers. Yes, I still employ euphemisms in most cases, like implement, manhood, spear, member or even penis. Okay, ‘penis’ doesn’t have the same narrative thrust (pun intended) as ‘cock,’ but I thought the word just screamed ‘hard core porn’ and that isn’t what I write. I always wanted to use ‘schvanzeschtucker,’ but was never sure I spelled it right, and besides I was afraid I’d bet a nasty letter from Mel Brooks, or maybe Teri Garr. Well, I wouldn’t mind a letter, nasty or otherwise, from Teri. Have to wonder how many takes they did before she said that word with a straight face. All right, I’m getting away from the point.
As I was saying, Gwen HATES to get spanked, HATES to have her bottom examined outside and in, HATES having things thrust into her anus, especially enemas and big plastic plugs, when her bottom is sore and red and ouchy from Uncle D’s hand or that icky, nasty wooden hairbrush, and HATES the awful, shuddery spasms she has when he puts his throbbing … thing in her bottom, and touches her vagina right THERE. Maybe HATES is too strong a word. She FEARS that sort of thing, and will do anything to make it not happen, except avoid Uncle D or behave herself, and there’s nothing like adrenaline to make the rest of a girl’s hormones snap to attention. Role play? Gwen IS her role, and she would have it no other way, at the appropriate time. Here’s hoping it can be the same for you. And always practice safe sex – put a sterile, lubricated condom on that butt plug to ease insertion. A little K-Y Warming Jelly works also, if you don’t have any fresh ginger. Oh hush, Gwen. You know I can’t help but talk about heating your behind.
So there you go, Tops. She loves it when you talk – to her, about her, about her naughty bits, and what you’re going to do to her naughty bits. You need to keep her informed, and in playing your role, acting like you really are her doctor, her professor, her therapist, her john, her priest, whatever, you push her farther and farther up that delectable ladder, and there’s nothing pretend about the fiery spasms you both enjoy when your throbbing, dominant cock enters her wet, fearful pussy. I’m not kidding. So play it up.
Punishment Spanking – All girls need to be punished. That isn’t my opinion it’s a truism, at least among spankophiles. But real punishment spanking is something I almost never do. Yes, she needs her bottom spanked hard for lipping off to me; yes, I told her not to buy two dozen Tinkerbell panties and she did anyway and her soft little behind is going to pay dearly for it; yes, she knocked off my cowboy hat in the middle of a crowded ballroom, and I’m about to scorch her ironclad heinie as best I can. But when she has been really, really, REALLY bad, it’s another matter entirely.
By definition, punishment is intended to deter the behavior evinced, the behavior for which a girl is punished. But if I truly deter the girls’ lipping off, buying too many panties, or yanking my chain in public, I’ll have fewer reasons for spanking them, and I really, really, REALLY like spanking them. So when and if I have a really, really, REALLY good reason to punish a girl, I hate doing it. Girls’ bottoms should be heated and stimulated by the pain of my strokes, whether of palm, strap or paddle, but it’s only if her behavior has been of the sort I am determined to allow never to happen again will that pain level increase to the point where she regrets having allowed my access to her bare behind. That’s as it should be, and no doubt the reason spanking is considered punishment in the vanilla world, because in that world, pain in general is to be avoided.
In our world, however, a certain level of pain in the bottom is expected, anticipated, appreciated. The girl in our world whose bottom receives such pain always benefits by it, so when a behavior must by all means be stopped, it is the spanker’s duty, his responsibility, his onus, to punish her in a way that will insure no repetition of the offensive act. Many girls of my acquaintance receive such purgative spankings, and they don’t enjoy them, even though they know strong measures are necessary.
My most memorable experience in this vein is when I had to punish a girl for something she did to someone else. The issue was the wallet her gentleman caller had left at her apartment over a spank-filled weekend, but then for whatever reason, she put off sending it back to him at his home several hundred miles away, even after several requests by him that she do so. To this day, she, he and I are unsure why she behaved that way. She is and was a responsible adult, but the upshot was that she earned serious punishment for a serious infraction of adult mores, and she received it, at my hand.
Real punishment spanking adds a new dimension to the spanking scene as I understand and describe it in real life. I like to write and live where the boy loves spanking the girl’s bottom hard, and the girl loves feeling the hard spanks from his hand, and both know and enjoy the otherworldly dynamic that this activity involves. But when the real life dynamic expands to include deterrence and retribution factors, the girl’s mindset must perforce endure change, and so must her spanker’s. Such was the case in this instance.
This was a bad girl. She angered and disappointed her friend. They both contacted me, since I live nearby, and asked that I intercede and deliver her needful punishment. I agreed, although reluctantly. I had often enjoyed spanking her broad, receptive bottom, to our mutual pleasure, but the thought of scolding her for something REAL and very, very BAD disturbed me. I did it, of course, I followed the plan, warmed her bottom with my hand, then made her bend over a chair and paddled her quite strictly with a very heavy and nasty paddle, while she recited the apologetic litany her friend had prescribed. And she wept, almost from the first paddle smack, because she knew she had done wrong. It was cathartic for her – the tears, the pain, the absolution, and I appreciated that, though I didn’t feel quite the same way. I felt the harsh pain as much as she did, because I didn’t hold back, and I knew how much strictness her bottom could absorb, yet still I felt wrong as I swung that hard, wooden paddle against her large, soft behind, because amid the guilt at her tears, her hurt, her pain, there was an annoyingly agreeable twinge in my naughty bits, watching that fulsome fanny light red as the sprinkles on a Christmas cookie. Punishing a girl, no matter how old, is a hurtful paradox for her punisher, a guilty pleasure amid the pain. I would rather not have to deal with the tears, the anguish, the soul-wrenching grief, hers or my own, but I will because that’s what I do. The fact that it turns me on bothers me some, but not so much I want to quit, and that bothers me too.
But I spank. That’s my job, and my world. Maybe it can be yours too. Go for it.
Enough for now.
Devlin out.
