Position Ramble

You have to put it somewhere, her bottom I mean, so you can spank it. I find it most convenient to have her over my lap, which allows not only for ease of swatting but also for close personal contact. That’s very important to me, being close, and as you’ve read here before it also makes possible the clench-and-lift with my left arm that Gwen finds so appealing. My comfort also is a factor, as is hers, counter-intuitive as that sounds. One would surmise that a girl’s DIScomfort is the goal here, but as Lori said just recently the sting should be localized to the bottom, and in this instance I agree. In fact the girl really has it easy over my lap, lying prone, usually on the bedside so her whole body is softly supported – well, except for the bit that’s atop my steely thigh muscles and my nail hard … um … never mind – and really she hasn’t a care in the world aside from the fierce ouchiness in her bum. And of course in this position you have her and her cute little situpon right where you want them, and she isn’t going anywhere until you decide to let her.

That circumstance, my complete control of a naughty girl, is perfectly acceptable to naughty girls of my acquaintance, unless perhaps a flat-backed hairbrush becomes involved. Wooden artifacts aren’t terribly well liked in my circle – I would say they are tolerated at best. But this is a position ramble and not an implement dissertation so I won’t go too deeply into that issue. The point is that if you’re doing it right, the girl eventually will become sufficiently uncomfortable even in this best of positions to want to get out of it, or at least to request that you turn down the tempo and ferocity of your spanks. The time this takes to occur depends on the individual. Some girls would stay there for days, hairbrush swats notwithstanding, but others are happy to call it quits once a bright rosy glow in the nether cheeks has been attained. In most cases I give the latter category of girls a few swats more than she thinks she really needs, just to be sure the point is made, while it’s the former who can be trying at times. Even the strongest arm eventually tires, even the sturdiest of thigh muscles become fatigued beneath sustained pressure in maintaining this position over long periods of time. The remedy of course is to change position, or even *GASP* to try a different position at the start.

But before I make that leap of faith I should mention that even having the girl over my lap has other possibilities. If I’m in a mood to be lewd, and if the girl is limber and not prone to muscle cramps, the bedside position is perfect for splaying her legs and straddling her atop my thighs, and then trapping her ankles behind my calves and against the bedrail, thus opening her bottom and completely exposing her naughty bits. Of course that would be horrid and mean and nasty, and would embarrass her nearly to tears. Wouldn’t it, Gwen? Then the tender, sensitive flesh along the inner slopes of the cleft may be spanked – but do keep in mind that it IS tender and sensitive and don’t get carried away. And since I’m large and athletic and Gwen is … er … the girl is light and petite, it’s also possible for me to flip her over and put her in the diaper position on my lap, that is, with her back on my thighs, her legs up and pushed backward at the hips, so she can watch the glee on my face while I spank her well-bended behind. Nothing embarrassing there, right, Princess? Hm? Your WHAT shows when I do that? Watch your language, young lady!

So since I brought up the issue of the diaper position I’ll start with that as an alternative to over the lap spanking. The term of course derives from the way one positions a baby to change its nappy, which adds a layer of helplessness and vulnerability to what already is a deeply submissive pose. Normally the diaper position is best for bed or sofa, though I have seen it done on a piano bench, with the girl supine and me sitting or standing beside her, a tight grip on her raised ankles with my non-spanking hand. Or I might have her kneel on the bed with her shoulders well down, bottom well up, her tummy pressed to her thighs – sort of an inverted diaper position, and again a very exposed, very submissive posture – but one that still allows for close, restraining contact, as I kneel beside and hold onto her while I spank.

Of course she could simply lie facedown on the bed, her hips raised by a stack of pillows to lift and round the soft target. Such a position is useful when long implements such as belts or switches are involved, but not conducive to personal contact. To get the correct snap with a switch or crack with a belt I need an unfettered windup, which I don’t get if I’m holding onto her. Then too there’s the issue of staying in position, and thereby hangs a tale. (Insert your own pun.) Any time I require a girl to assume a pose that doesn’t involve my actual grip on her body, several issues come into play. Yes, of course she is submissive; of course she wants and needs to feel the sting of the rod, the crack of the belt, the ouch of my hard hand; naturally she is intensely desirous of pleasing me, of making me know how much she respects me by taking all I care to give her, but the question remains whether she can physically endure such strenuous discipline without rolling off the bed and crawling under it. Since I do tend to coddle my girls and an on-the-bed belt whipping typically doesn’t even leave marks, though it does draw very sincere yelps, I don’t worry much about that question but still I wanted to put it out there for consideration. Most spankees are submissive to the degree that they will endure whatever they must, and in some cases more than they should, in order to receive the vital sting to their bottoms that is their fondest dream, and not incidentally to please their spankers so as to insure that such lessons are repeated frequently. Although they appreciate being held, these girls specialize in self-restraint.

However, there is a certain type of girl who is simply incapable of staying in position on her own because that would make HER responsible for the horrid, nasty, awful things THAT MAN is doing to her bottom. (Gwen: I love you, too, Uncle D. *G*) Actual physical restraint is essential, and I’m not talking about bondage – being tied up is cheating – but for her to stay in position would be like asking to be spanked, and that would spoil the illusion of coerced compliance. A case in point is a scene I wrote in “Lady Faulcon’s Rogue.” or rather my coauthor’s reaction to it, in which the heroine realized she had done something so stupid and dangerous that she knew for certain the hero would spank her, so in an effort to assuage his anger she bent over and dropped her pants before he told her to. Georgia wouldn’t have it, and I had to rewrite the scene. Even a make-believe girl never ASKS for a spanking, no matter how naughty she’s been, not in Georgia’s worldview anyway.

All right, all right, I really should talk about positions. Schoolgirls usually bend over to have a paddle applied to their shapely rears, and I wrote 80 or 90 such punishments in the Maid novels. Okay, those numbers probably are way off because I never counted, but there were a LOT in the Red Blossom College scenarios, sometimes five or six girls at a time. Lisa, the maid in ‘A Maid for All Seasons,’ also had to bend and lift her skirts for a good hiding on occasion, as did some naughty nuns and a few female prison guards elsewhere in the collection, but my point is that bending and baring for a spanking in my world is mostly a matter of fiction. One reason for that situation is the aforementioned contact issue. In real life I want to have a hold on the girl, but in fantasy or in role-play I find it invigorating to order a girl into position and know that she’ll stay put – more or less – until her chastisement is complete. Previously I mentioned the video shoot with Erica Scott. It wasn’t until very late in the script, after I had spanked her long and hard with hand, hairbrush and paddle across my lap, and also convinced her through the dialog that she not only deserved but also needed a no nonsense belting, that I and the viewer found it believable that she knelt on the seat of a chair and offered her bottom to the cleansing leather. I venture to say that all guys, myself included, like to see a girl bent over, panties down, bottom ready for the smack of the paddle, the whisp of the cane, the mutually invigorating handclap, but in my opinion it has to be the guy’s ethical, moral and/or emotional strength that keeps her there while her fanny reddens and heats.

As I said before, it’s much easier to swing a belt, a rod, a paddle, or an aluminum skillet for that matter, when she’s bending over a desk, kneeling on a chair, or doubled over in the middle of the room gripping her ankles and all you have to do is stand nearby, haul back, and whack. Perhaps some girls prefer that, and please don’t think that I’m saying there’s only one preferred way to spank. Variety is the ginger … um … the spice of life.

Just remember that there are two of you involved here, and both your preferences should come into play. I will never forget a date I had with a girl less than half my age who showed up at our party spanking appointment in full schoolgirl kit. That surprised me and no doubt my eyes bulged, and I’m sure my blood pressure went through the roof, but after I lifted her little plaid skirt and pulled down her Hello Kitty panties and spanked her bottom pink, it was she who looked at my blue jean belt and said it was nice and she would like to feel it. My heart soared like a hawk, of course, and seeing her on the bed in my hotel room, her adorable bare tushy uplifted by pillows, where SHE had put herself, very nearly caused a stroke. But I persevered, despite the lack of contact with this naughty minx, and the yelps after each stroke were lark’s song at dawn to my ears.

So yes, by all means, put her and her bottom wherever you want them – across your thighs, bent over a desk, knelt on a chair seat, on all fours or curled like a hedgehog with her knees at her nose on the bed – or let her have you put her there, by intimation and subtle hints, or simply by copying her assigned essay from some web site, which will get any schoolgirl I know a seriously paddled behind in less than a trice – whatever the heck a trice is.

Ramble done.

Devlin out.