Dana Kane - Disciplinarian

POV video: 'Scolding the Boyfriend'

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Sat, 03 Mar 2012 19:30:00 +0000

Continuing the series 'Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother':

POV : Scolding the Boyfriend

I've caught Angel's boyfriend watching me spank her, and he's in for a proper scolding.

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'Stepmommy Dearest' : F/F spanking video

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Sat, 03 Mar 2012 00:00:00 +0000

'Stepmommy Dearest'

Chapter Four in the series 'Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother'.

Ange's room is a wreck.

And what is this? Boy's underwear?!

Stepmother loses her cool and spanks Angel hard with wire hangers.

I hope that you enjoy the screenshots, and if you'd like to download the full video, click below:

Stepmommy Dearest

Bedtime Story contest winner!

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 02:05:00 +0000

The 'Bedtime Story' writing contest was a tough one, but (as always) entrants made a lovely show of creativity. This time wasn't just about writing a story - or even just about writing a Good Story - but also about how well that story would translate into an upcoming film.
The winner this month will not only see his or her story in a future spanking video, but will also receive the 'prize' - a free spanking session with me.
I am happy to announce that the winner is:

'Goldilocks and the Three Bears', submitted by the UK Laureate! UKL has submitted entries to many contests, along with his other poems and stories, and his entry to the Bedtime Story contest was simply spot on. I will look forward with great anticipation to delivering his spanking prize later this month.

(The video which I'll make to accompany the story will be available in coming weeks. My sincerest thanks to all of the authors - I will be sharing all of the entries throughout the month of March.)

Enjoy! - Dana

*****

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived three bears - Daddy Bear, Mummy Bear and Baby Bear. Despite his name, Baby Bear was actually twenty years old but Mummy and Daddy Bear still regarded him as their baby. They all lived in a small house in a big forest. The house was furnished very simply, with a table, three chairs - one for each of the Bear family - and three beds, again, one for each of them.

Every morning when they got up Mummy Bear made a big pot of porridge for their breakfast. She then took three bowls and put a serving of porridge in each - a large portion for Daddy Bear, a medium portion for herself, and a small portion for Baby Bear. However, because it had just been served from the steaming pot, the porridge was too hot to eat straightaway, so they went for a walk in the forest, which not only gave the porridge time to cool down, but also meant the three Bears built up their appetite.

Now, unknown to the Bears, just outside the forest there was a big house, where a young woman named Goldilocks lived. Goldilocks was very beautiful. She had an hourglass figure and long, flowing, blonde hair, which, of course, is why she was called Goldilocks.

Every morning when Goldilocks got up she took a shower and dressed. Her favourite clothes were a corset that made her waist look even thinner and her bust even bigger, and leather trousers that hugged her legs and curvy bottom like a second skin. Having put them on, she looked in the mirror and smiled to herself. “Yes,” she thought, “that will raise all the men’s interest - but woe betide any of them that dare try it on!” You see, Goldilocks was a very strict lady who believed in the very highest of standards, and she had her own ways of enforcing them.

One warm, sunny morning Goldilocks decided to go for a walk in the forest. She was, as usual, wearing her favourite outfit, and she was carrying the riding-crop that she always took with her when out and about. Walking down the path she suddenly decided to leave her normal route and make her way deeper into the forest. And so it was that she came across the small house that belonged to the three Bears.

‘I wonder who lives there?’ she thought, and knocked on the door. When there was no answer she pushed the door gently and it opened. She stepped inside and looked around. She saw the three bowls of porridge on the table and the three chairs. Curious, she tasted one of the bowls of porridge but it was way too hot to eat. She tried another bowl but was horrified that it had not been mixed properly and was all lumpy. Then she tried the third bowl, which had honey on top of the porridge and before she could stop herself she ate it all!

Then she decided to sit down for a moment, choosing the biggest chair but it was too hard. She moved to the middle chair but it was padded and too soft. Then she tried the small chair but unfortunately, as she sat down, it collapsed beneath her. Goldilocks was not pleased and made her way into the next room, where she saw three beds. She sat down on the first, which was king-size, but it was too hard. She tried the queen-size, but it was too soft. So then she tried the small bed, which was really comfortable, and she rested for a few minutes before making her way out of the house and continuing her walk.

For the remainder of the day she couldn’t stop thinking about the house, still wondering who it was who lived there. She knew that somebody must do, otherwise how else was there hot porridge? So the next morning she decided to visit the house again. However, she couldn’t remember exactly where it was, and by the time she found it she arrived later than on the previous day. Assuming there was no-one there she pushed open the door and stepped inside. What a shock she had as she saw Daddy Bear, Mummy Bear and Baby Bear in the room!

But not as shocked as they were to see her. “Who are you? What are you doing in my house?” Daddy Bear asked gruffly.

“I am Goldilocks,” she replied. “I own this forest and I have come to check up on you. I need to know that you are responsible tenants, and from what I have seen so far I am not satisfied that is the case.”

As she spoke she noticed Daddy Bear eyeing her up and down and, in fact, ogling her, which displeased her very greatly. She also saw Mummy Bear holding a wooden spoon, and Baby Bear, who was having a tantrum because he wanted more honey for his porridge. And the small chair, which had broken the day before, was still lying on the floor in pieces. ‘No, this won’t do at all’, she decided quickly to herself.

“By what names are you known?” she demanded.

“I’m Daddy Bear,” said Daddy Bear.

“I’m Mummy Bear,” said Mummy Bear.

“I’m Baby Bear, and I want some more honey,” said Baby Bear.

“Well, Daddy Bear,” said Goldilocks, “I am not impressed by your behaviour. I do not like the way you have been eyeing me, and I see you have not bothered to mend that broken chair. It is my role to punish those who misbehave. Come here and bend over.”

Meekly Daddy Bear did as she had ordered. He could tell she was not a woman to trifle with but he was not prepared for what happened next. Raising her riding crop, Goldilocks started to whip him, and continued until he was feeling very sorry for himself indeed.

Next Goldilocks addressed Mummy Bear. “You, Mummy Bear, have also been neglectful of your duty. I am aware that you do not stir the porridge sufficiently and allow it to go lumpy, and you have let Baby Bear continue with his tantrum without taking any action. The wooden spoon in your hand would have been ideal for dealing with both of those situations. Give it to me and I will show you.”

Mummy Bear gave Goldilocks the wooden spoon but was then taken aback as she found herself being the recipient of a salvo of hard blows. She had no idea just how painful that wooden spoon could be when used on the tenderest spot.

Finally it was Baby Bear’s turn to be dealt with. “I do not tolerate tantrums,” she informed him as she hoisted him across her lap and proceeded to spank his bottom, very, very hard.

When Goldilocks left, saying she would be back the next week to check on their behaviour, the three Bears were all feeling extremely sore, and they knew they had to mend their ways if they were not to suffer further at Goldilocks’ hand.

And to this day, that is why it is traditional for those who misbehave to be punished with a Bear-bottom spanking!

Video, Video, Video! (F/M AND F/F)

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 18:21:00 +0000

Readers,

As you may have noticed, it's been a video-kind-of-week here. I'm happy with the progress of the premium videos on my Clips4Sale and Spanking Library stores, and the free Product Testing videos just keep rolling out!
With that in mind, I thought I'd do a 'mash-up' post of sorts today - sharing another fun Product Testing video, along with a short preview from the premium videos on which I've been working.

Please do feel free to email me or leave your comment in the box below. As always, I am having a LOT of fun making these little films, so I do hope that you're enjoying them.

- Dana

Product Testing with Dana Kane: Exotic Walnut Naughty Stick

Slutty Schoolgirl Morning

Slutty Schoolgirl Morning: F/F spanking premium video

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 22:00:00 +0000

'Slutty Schoolgirl Morning'

Episode Three in 'Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother'

This girl just will not learn. After just two days, she's still rebelling in a big way. This morning, it's her clothing..

I cannot believe that she thinks she's going to school dressed like this, and I won't stand for her smart-ass backtalk for one more minute.

She is going to receive a hard bare-hand and hairbrush spanking and a few 'words of advice' from the Stepmother.

..and then some time to think about all the trouble she's causing.

Please enjoy the screenshots - and if you'd like to download the full video, click the link below:

Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother: Slutty Schoolgirl Morning

F/F Spanking Video: Product Testing with Dana Kane

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 01:35:00 +0000

Product Testing with Dana Kane

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'Grab Your Ankles' : New premium F/M spanking

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Tue, 28 Feb 2012 15:00:00 +0000

It's been a hectic week, and I have not had the time to properly police his behavior. This has led to some serious slacking on his part.

His dirty laundry has been sitting there for three days, and I cannot stand it anymore. Laundry is HIS responsibility.

Instead of listening to his excuses, I yank his belt off and make him grab his ankles for some swift discipline. Then I make him gather up all the dirty laundry while I land more strikes of the belt on his lazy bottom.

Enjoy the screenshots, and if you'd like to purchase the full video, click the link below:

Grab Your Ankles

Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother: Chapter Two

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Mon, 27 Feb 2012 16:33:00 +0000

Sneaking in the Boyfriend

Chapter Two in the series 'Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother.

Angel thinks that her father and the Stepmother will be out all evening, so she invites her boyfriend over.

Unfortunately for Angel, the Stepmother comes home early and catches her wearing sexy lingerie.

Angel has broken a major house rule and must be properly disciplined for her slutty behavior.

Enjoy the screenshots, and if you'd like to download the ten-minute video, click the link below:

Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother: Sneaking in the Boyfriend

F/F Video: Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 21:34:00 +0000

'Welcome Home, Angel'

'Welcome Home, Angel' is Episode One in a new premium F/F spanking video series titled:

- Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother -

Poor Little Angel has been sent to live with her father - and his new wife. The Stepmother is NOT happy to have this disruption in her new home, and Angel isn't happy to be there, either. She's been getting away with a lot at her mom's house, but not here.

The Stepmother isn't having any of her smart remarks or feeble excuses. Angel will learn to behave, or she will be punished.

By the end of 'Welcome Home, Angel' two things are certain: Angel is a major brat...and the Stepmother just may be crazy.

Enjoy the screenshots, and if you'd like to download the 8+ minute video, click the link below:

Little Angel and the Wicked Stepmother: Welcome Home, Angel

Spanking PSA: Tears

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Fri, 24 Feb 2012 15:13:00 +0000

The ability to reach tears during a discipline session is, for many spankees, an oft-fantasized yet rarely-realized circumstance.

(from FemdomArtists.com)

Many of my playmates voice the interest (or longing) to express their emotions through tears during the course of a long, hard spanking.

Here are a few things which my experience as a spanker have taught me (Disclaimer: The following may or may not reflect your experience/opinions and are in no way meant to be definitive statements on the spankee community as a whole.):

- Female bottoms seem to be more naturally inclined to be able to reach tears during spanking play.

Why? I've no idea, and won't presume to guess.

- There is almost zero correlation between the severity of a spanking and ones' ability to reach tears.

When we're children - especially in the first few years of life - physical pain equals crying. Toddlers tip over and scream their lungs out for approximately forty-five seconds; eight year-olds scrape a knee and you'd swear that someone had just amputated the entire leg, tears, snot and all; but somewhere along the way we learn that it's not grown-up to fall apart emotionally every time we injure ourselves physically.

At some time on the way to adulthood, we learn that big boys and girls don't cry, which means that - in most cases - it doesn't matter how hard your spanking is - you are unlikely to cry real tears from the discomfort alone.

- Trying to cry/forcing it or fake crying will only frustrate you.

Unless you're one of those people who can bring tears at any time (a marketable talent if you're a spanking model), things like holding your breath, squinching your eyes, and trying to hyperventilate won't help. Also, saying things like "I don't know why I can't cry right now" are no help whatsoever, I'm sorry to say.

- Adult crying is something that happens when we think, or talk - not when we scrape our knees.

When a playmate does manage tears during the course of a spanking scene, it is - without exception - a release of pent-up emotion. This is almost always unrelated to the actual spanking activity, and crying most often occurs before or after the spanking itself rather than during.

In my experience, a spankee is most likely to shed tears during conversation prior to beginning the spanking - this may come as the result of some sort of confession on the part of the spankee, or because of some generalized state of guilt which may or may not be verbalized.

Just a handful of times have my bottom and I both been completely caught off-guard by an outburst of genuine sobbing during the course of an over-the-knee spanking. On these few rare occasions, I can honestly say that they were truly cleansing, cathartic experiences for both my playmate and for me.

The only advice that I can offer is: Don't try too hard. Don't overthink it. In fact, try not to think about it at all. Adult tears are bashful, private, and wary - they won't come out while you're watching for them.

- Dana

The UK Laureate Strikes Again! : F/M Spanking writing

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 15:47:00 +0000

More fantastic writing from our very own UK Laureate: 'Twelve Strokes of the Cane'. (I absolutely adore this boy's imagination.)

For more from UKL click HERE.

*****

Twelve Strokes of the Cane

One of the things I remember from my childhood was listening to the speaking clock. For non-UK people or perhaps younger people who are not aware of it, the speaking clock was, and is, a telephone service that gives out the time, accurate to within five thousandth of a second. It was started in 1936 and is still operational today, receiving over 30 million calls every year.

Its message was “At the third stroke it will be (e.g.) 10.07 and 50 seconds..bip..bip..bip… At the third stroke it will be 10.08 precisely.. bip…bip…bip” – and so on.

That recorded phone message is the inspiration for this disciplinary rhyme.

At the first stroke

It will be difficult not to flinch as you feel that first line of fire …

At the second stroke

It will be evident the rod has landed an inch or so higher …

At the third stroke

It will be hard to keep position as you feel the growing pain …

At the fourth stroke

It will be clear she’s quite an expert in applying the school cane …

At the fifth stroke

It will be a test of your resolve to know there’s another seven more …

At the sixth stroke

It will only be half-time and already your bottom’s very sore …

At the seventh stroke

It will be tempting to yell loudly and emit an anguished “0w” …

At the eighth stroke

It will be clear she’s whipping harder but you bear the sting somehow …

At the ninth stroke

It will be scary as you sense her mood is getting more severe …

At the tenth stroke

It will be sure you’ll know those weals will take two weeks to disappear …

At the eleventh stroke

It will be impressed on you that for your crimes this is the price you’ll pay …

At the twelfth stroke

It will be time to put away that cane until another day.

Photos: What's Black and Blue and Red allover?

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 15:07:00 +0000

This Boy's Bottom:

He's a toughie, no doubt - and usually even constructs some evil implement to help me along in his discipline. This time, it was a double-sided concave wood paddler which turned out to be absolutely excruciating when applied to the inner thighs.

Add to that almost endless canings, paddlings, strappings, and hand spanks and the result is a near-total coverage of swellings, strawberries, and bruises. (I wish I were there, right now, to poke them a bit.)

Many thanks to my brave and photogenic playmate for sending these 'after photos' along, and for allowing me to share them here. - Dana

London Calling

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 16:14:00 +0000

A few interesting things have occurred to me in the last day or so regarding my visit to London next month.

First:

(I understand that there is a converter available. I'm wondering how many I should purchase, considering the number of electronics we all seem to require for maintaining 21st century living.)

Then there's:

(This is the best photo I could find to depict International Calling, which is not a part of my current telephone plan.)

Then there's the whole:

(Driving-on-the-left-hand-side-of-the-road-thing. It's doubtful that I will be doing any actual driving, but still..)

Followed by:

(The Metric System - 'nuff said.)

And...

(Someone just please tell me whether I need to bring my furry boots or not.)

Then there's the language barrier to talk about:

PISSED - Here, pissed means mad. There, it means drunk. This could lead to some misunderstanding.

FLAT - If someone in London invites you to their flat, they're not trying to take you someplace barren - but to their apartment - which may or may not be barren.

BANGER - In London, you'll get a sausage. In many parts of the U.S., you'll get a gang-member instead.

BENDER - Another place for some misunderstanding...here, it means drinking binge. In the U.K., it is a derogatory term. I will try not to go on any benders whatsoever.

CHAPS - U.K. = guys, fellas, etc. U.S. = something that gay cowboys wear.

CRISPS - This is how to order potato chips in London. Conversely, ordering CHIPS will get you french fries.

BISCUIT - cookie. I'm not sure what they call biscuits, but will ask.

FAG - Again, a pretty wide margin of error here. In the U.K., they're cigarettes.

FOOTBALL - soccer. This one I will likely never need.

The list goes on forever, and the point is that - sometime in the last few hundred years - we have taken some extreme liberties with the language. (I hope I don't make an arse of myself.)

- Dana

Photos: Tardiness is Unacceptable

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 15:07:00 +0000

Readers,

Here's a little cautionary tale:

Once upon a time, there was a boy who just couldn't manage to be on time. He was given lots of rope to hang himself, having many opportunities and warnings prior to our last meeting. He assured me that he would, indeed, be there promptly.
Alas, the boy was yet again unable to find himself at the proper place in the proper time.
Eleven minutes late, he was, so for each minute late - ten strokes of the cane. Applied immediately upon his arrival.

One hundred and ten strokes later (and still with a two hour spanking ahead):

I'll let you guess the moral of the story.

- Dana

Photo: Resolution Contest Winner

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 23:04:00 +0000

This shapely little bottom belongs to none other than the 'I Broke My New Year's Resolution' contest winner.

This young lady not only wrote a really excellent story, but took one heck of a spanking as her 'prize', as you can see. My sincerest thanks to her for sharing her story - and for allowing me to share this photo.

- Dana

'No Marks for Mr. Marks' : New (free) F/M spanking video

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 14:38:00 +0000

Many of you are likely familiar with Mr. Marks' blog imasecretspanko.blogspot.com.
I had the pleasure of administering his first-ever spanking just a few months ago, and have been tickled to administer a couple more since.

During a recent meeting, I thought it would be interesting to film a little spanking scene addressing a concern which Mr. Marks has discussed previously on his blog - marks. He was an excellent sport, and helped me prove my point beautifully. Enjoy!

- Dana

F/M Spanking Story: 'A Journey to the Mall'

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 18:19:00 +0000

Readers,

Sometimes really nice things, like earrings and silver dollars, slip through cracks. In this case, somehow an excellent F/M spanking story slipped through the cracks during the holiday season..and I felt compelled to share it with you now, anyway. I think you'll agree that spanking is the same in every season.
Written by the VBB, the ongoing saga of Ann and David continues:

Enjoy! - Dana

*****

"A Journey to the Mall"

  I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time, it seemed to be stuck on ten after three. Was this day every going to end? The afternoon seemed to drag on and on and on; all I wanted to do was to go home and spend the evening resting in my easy chair and go to bed early. Time slowly passed by as I tried to keep myself busy hoping that somehow time would pass quickly and I could finally head home. All I could think of was going straight to our bedroom when I got home and crash on the bed. Won’t that be nice no phone calls, no emails, no one sticking their head in and asking stupid questions just a nice soft warm bed to lay on and rest. Finally, I looked at the clock and saw it was 4:30 P.M it was finally time to head home. I was hoping by some miracle the holiday traffic would not be too bad and I could get home without much difficulty. As I headed towards the highway my hope was crushed as I saw a long line of cars slowly making their way onto the barely moving highway. I sat back in my seat and gave in to the reality that I was in for one long frustrating journey home. Unfortunately getting home in heavy traffic not was the only thing that would go wrong for me that evening.
                When I finally pulled up to the house I gave a massive sigh of relief, I had finally made it home and it only took an extra 45 minutes. I was so happy to be home that as I made my way into the house I yelled out to Ann “Honey I’m home and I am exhausted I’m going straight to bed.” Ann yelled back “Oh I am so glad you made it home, I was afraid you would be stuck in traffic all night.” Go upstairs and change, I want to take a trip to the Grapevine Mall tonight to pick up a new dress for a meeting I have in the morning. We can stop and grab a bite to eat at the Texas Roadhouse after we are done shopping, it will be a fun evening.” I just stood there for a moment, had I heard her right? Did Ann just tell me she wanted to go shopping tonight and did she really say we would have “fun”? Didn’t she realize the mall is a 45 minute drive in decent traffic? It will be at least an hour and twenty minutes in this holiday traffic. I walked into the study where Ann was working on the computer “Ann, I am really tired I really don’t want to go shopping tonight especially at the mall. What so important that you need to run out and get a new outfit tonight? Why can’t you just wear something that you already have?” “I have a very important meeting with a new client in the morning and if the meeting goes well, we will make more money with this one account than we will with all the other accounts combined. It is important I look my very best tomorrow.” I looked at Ann and mumbled “I don’t see why you can’t just wear that red dress you have hanging in the closet. You look really nice in it and besides I am really tired and all I want to do is go to bed early. If you really have to go, why don’t you just go by yourself?” She replied “David I really want you to go with me, we will get my dress and then have a nice dinner. I promise you we will have a fun evening, now stop complaining and go change so we can go; it will be nice to spend the evening together.” “I already told you I don’t want to go. I can’t see why we need to go all the way to the Grapevine Mall just to get a stupid dress for some new client that won’t even care what you are wearing.” Ann looked up from the computer “David I suggest you change your attitude right this minute and go up stairs and get ready to go, do you understand me?” I looked at Ann for a moment contemplating whether I should say something else, but the look Ann gave me told me I had better keep my mouth shut. I turned around and promptly walked out of the office mumbling to myself how I was not going to go to the mall. As I headed up to our room I decided I was not going to go. So I kicked off my boots and laid on the bed determined not to be bullied by Ann and forced to go to the Mall.
“What do you think you are doing? Get up right now and get changed. I told you over a half hour ago to get ready and I come up here and find you asleep? I should take you across my knee right now and give you a good spanking with the hairbrush. You are just lucky I don’t have time to give you a good spanking. Now get up and let’s go. I expect you to be in the car in five minutes.” I was angry as I opened the car door; I did not say anything to Ann as I slammed the door. Ann looked over at me and gave me a warning look and said “I hope you don’t plan on having an attitude tonight, you won’t like the result of what will happen if you don’t straighten up.” I gave her a sideways glance and put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway a bit faster than I should have. Ann just gave me another look and said “I see we are going to have a problem with your attitude tonight.” The traffic was even heavier than I feared. Ann reached over and changed the radio to a station that was playing 24 hour Christmas music. As The song “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” started playing, a car pulled out in front of me as I tried to change lanes. I started yelling at the driver “yea have a freaking merry little Christmas to you to idiot.” I looked over at Ann and said “See I told you this was a stupid idea we should have stayed home instead of trying to go to the mall this evening in this mess”. Ann simply looked at me and said with a commanding tone “That’s enough David.” This was Ann’s way of telling me I was about to cross the line and was about to get myself in trouble. I had learned when Ann said, “That’s enough” I had better stop whatever I was doing; otherwise I would face some very unpleasant consequences. Unfortunately, I decided to push her a bit more today and instead of keeping my mouth shut I decided to add another smart comment under my breath. Ann gave me a disbelieving look and just shook her head “Ok I see we need to take care of your attitude.” My stomach jumped just a bit and I thought about apologizing but I was still upset so I kept my mouth shut and sulked rest of the way to the mall.
                When we finally arrived at the mall I was tired and my mood had become even worse. Even though I had stopped making comments I let Ann know how unhappy I was by my attitude. As we exited the car I slammed the car door and headed towards the mall without waiting for Ann. By the time I reached the mall entrance I looked back and saw Ann walking towards me. She had a very determined look on her face which made me feel a bit unsettled. I have seen that look before, usually when I was about to receive a good hard spanking. I waited for her to reach the entrance and as she did I opened the door for her; I gave her a small smile hoping that I could somehow manage to make up for my previous attitude. However, I was soon to find out I had pushed her to far this evening. What I thought was going to be a bad night at the mall would soon turn out to be a very bad night at the mall. Ann walked past me and said coldly as she walked through the door “We need to stop by the restroom before we go shopping.” I rolled my eyes at her and mumbled “of course we do.” That was the last straw. Ann stopped and looked directly in my eyes “David, I don’t understand why you have to be so nasty this evening, all I wanted to do was to spend some time together tonight. I know you do not like coming to the mall especially after you have worked all day and to be honest I would rather be home myself, but this is very important for me. I was hoping we could make the best of this situation. I was planning on getting what I needed and then go out for a nice dinner. But I guess I was expecting too much from you. All I wanted was a little understanding and support from you” I stood there for a moment, thinking about what she said. I did feel bad about my attitude but sometimes I am thick headed and instead of apologizing I said something which I immediately knew was the wrong thing to say. I quickly mumbled “yea right.” I knew instantly that it was the absolutely wrong thing to say. I stood there for a moment trying desperately to think of something to say that could somehow fix what I had just said. Ann’s eyes grew big and her face turned as red as my bottom would soon be. She turned and walked through the door. I don’t think I have ever seen her so mad. I knew at that moment that not only had I crossed the line but I was in more trouble than I had been in a while.
                As we walked towards the women’s restroom, I stopped by the water fountain and was planning on waiting for her. But instead of going into the ladies room she turned and walked towards the family restroom. As she opened the door to the family restroom, she looked back towards me and motioned me over with her index finger. I looked at her for a moment not sure what she wanted or why she was standing in the doorway of the family restroom. I slowly walked over to her and I noticed that she was still very upset; I looked down at the ground and nervously walked up to her. She grabbed my arm and ushered me into the bathroom and closed the door behind us. I heard her lock the door, I was about to learn there is more than one use for the family restroom at the mall. She just stood there for a moment looking at me, I could not tell if she was thinking about what she was going to say or if she was waiting for me to say something. After a few moments I started to say something but Ann cut me off with a stern look. The look was a combination of anger and hurt and I could tell that my attitude this evening had really set her off. She was doing everything she could to maintain her composure. She finally let out a big sigh and said “I don’t know what you were thinking; I guess you thought you could be disrespectful and hurtful this evening and nothing was going to happen. Well I have news for you mister, you thought wrong and you are about to find out what happens when you decide to outright defy me.” With that she placed her handbag on the counter and pulled out the old hairbrush she received as a wedding gift.
She turned towards me and simply said “drop them” I looked at her for a moment wondering if she was serious. I was about to say something to her but I saw the look in her eye and I knew I had better do what she said. So I slowly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants and hesitantly lowered my pants. Ann stood there looking at me and raised her eyebrow indicating that she was waiting for me to pull my shorts down also. I timidly looked at the floor and slowly tucked my thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and little by little pulled them down. When I had pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles she pointed to the counter “place you hands on the counter.” I shuffled over to the counter and bent over placing my hands about a shoulder length apart and looked into the mirror. I could see Ann moving to my left side with the hairbrush in her hand. Being the bathroom was a family bathroom she had plenty of room to swing her arm without worrying about hitting anything. I caught a glimpse of Ann’s face in the mirror and I could tell she was very upset. Even though we had only been married a few months I have learned to interpret Ann’s looks and what I saw at that moment told me that I was in for a really hard and painful spanking.
                Ann bent over slightly and patted my right cheek with the hairbrush. I felt the cool wooden back of the hairbrush and a chill went up my spine. I stood there trembling waiting for Ann to apply the first swat with the hairbrush. It seemed like an eternity before Ann brought the hairbrush down on my bottom. I instantly stiffened as I felt the stinging of the hairbrush on the surface of my bottom followed by a slight warming sensation deeper into my flesh. The sound of the hairbrush slamming into my soft bottom ricocheted off the tile walls and the titles amplified the sound as it bounced around the room. As the sound of the swat echoed off the walls it was so loud that I was sure everyone who was walking past could hear it. I looked back at Ann and said “Honey everyone can hear that” the only reply I received were two more hard swats to the same spot where she landed the first one. The echoing sound of the swat and my cries intermixed and bounced around the restroom. I was certain the sound was so loud that someone would start banging on the door wanting to know what was going on in there. I think Ann might have felt the same way as she paused for about thirty seconds. After the sound died down I held my breath for a moment hoping she would not continue. After a few more seconds she let loose with a long string of quick hard and painful swats with the hairbrush. Usually Ann is very focused with her swats choosing just the right place for the hairbrush to land. But this time she just let loose and allowed the hairbrush to land wherever it wanted. She did not give the swats anytime to register at all before she allowed the next swat to land with a sounding smack. Usually Ann is very stern about me moving during a spanking but today she did not seem to care. She just kept spanking me one swat after another. The sound of the relentless swats landing on my bare bottom and my increasingly loud shouts of pain filled the restroom with a strange crescendo of bitter music of wood slapping flesh and my echoing cries of pain. The pain was building so fast that I stopped worrying about whether anyone in the mall could hear what was happening. As the swats were getting harder I started moving around more which was a big mistake, as Ann was not going to slow down at all.  All my moving did was to allow the back of the hairbrush to find new and fresh areas to land their stinging blows. I began crying out loud “I’m sorry Ann, really I am” “What are you sorry about David” “I am sorry for my bad attitude and for being disrespectful” as I talked Ann increased the intensity of the strokes. “Are you going to change your attitude?” “Yes ma’am” was all I was able to get out as the swats from the hairbrush were landing harder and faster. The stinging from each slap overlapped the previous sting so that my entire bottom felt as though it was on fire. “Please Ann I’m so sorry ….. I will change my behavior, please stop.” Finally Ann brought the stinging blows to an end. My bottom was so red and hot that when I reached back to rub my bum it felt as though I had placed my hand on a hot plate. I looked into the mirror and saw a few tears forming in the corners of my eyes. As I looked past my reflection in the mirror I saw Ann putting the old wooden hairbrush back into her handbag. She then turned around and said “All right David are you ready to behave yourself now?” I answered “Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry for my attitude and for being disrespectful to you, I didn’t mean to ruin this evening.” “Thank you David, I appreciate your apology, now pull up your pants and let go do what we come here for.
                The rest of the evening was much better, Ann found a stunning dress for her meeting the following day and we ate a great dinner at the Texas Roadhouse. It was already 9:30 when we headed back to the car to head home and even then the holiday traffic was still bad. As we slowly inched our way onto the highway Ann gave me a sideway glance.  I smiled at her and said “Isn’t it wonderful that we are able to spend the entire evening together?” An hour later we finally arrived home, as we were walking into the house Ann patted me on my bum and said “See didn’t I tell you we would have fun this evening at the mall?” I turned around and gave Ann a small kiss “Yes honey, we sure did have fun this evening.” Ann smiled as I headed up the stairs carrying her new dress and sporting one red and very tender bottom.

Photos and Preview from 'Masturbation: A Real Bitch' - New F/M premium video

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 14:00:00 +0000

Can you imagine waking up at 2 a.m. and wondering where your spouse is?

Can you picture yourself wandering blearily downstairs, expecting to find him having a late-night snack?

Can you guess what you'd do if you walked quietly past his office and, noticing a glow from the computer screen, gently pushed the door open...to find him masturbating furiously to dirty videos?

Here's what I did:

Masturbation : A Real Bitch

I hope you enjoy the screenshots, and to

download the twelve-plus minute video, click the link below:

http://www.clips4sale.com/store/50197

For a short free preview, click the link below:
http://www.clips4sale.com/preview/preview.php?id=5616985

For POV fans, there's also an addendum video:
(POV) Masturbation: A Real Bitch
available for download.

New free F/M spanking video: 200 for the VBB

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 14:31:00 +0000

As regular readers well know, I often play with a couple to whom I refer as the Very Bad Boy and his Wonderful Wife. On a recent visit, we thought that it would be a fun idea to make a 'Product Testing on the Road' video, using one of the more heinous implements which Cane-iac produces - the Twisted Delrin Loop.
This is an implement which I would not even consider using on many playmates, but the VBB is an exception to nearly every rule when it comes to tolerance. Therefore, I decided that two hundred strokes of the loop would be appropriate.
He admitted afterward that after only thirty strokes he was afraid that he wouldn't make it, and had tears in his eyes by the 100 mark. I knew he would...because his WW was standing just outside camera range. That's excellent inspiration.

Note: While there is no blood-letting, this is a somewhat intense scene. Those who prefer the softer side of spanking play may choose to opt out of viewing.

Enjoy! - Dana

Conversations with Spankos: Chapter Six

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 15:07:00 +0000

Readers,

For the last few months, I have been corresponding with a delightful lady who's exploring her spanking interest after many years of being in the closet, so to speak. Recently she asked my opinion on:

Topping from the Bottom.

Naturally, I have one..
I told my new friend that (at least in the context of my play) topping from the bottom is moot. For me, spanking is always consensual. We may role-play that you're reluctant to receive your spanking, or that you're a terrible and incorrigible brat, but the real truth is that the only reason I have the great pleasure of spanking my playmates is that they allow me to do so. Therefore, if they choose to brat, talk back, or generally try and control the scene, it is my job as top to discourage said behavior both verbally and physically. Topping from the bottom is impossible if I am in control, and the bottom's attempts to do so are not only amusing, but welcome.

My 'bottom' line? Without a bottom, there'd be no need for a top.

Tell me your opinion - what are your experiences (spankers and spankees alike) and opinions on 'topping from the bottom'. Please share your thoughts in the comment box below.

- Dana

POV Lecture Series: Teacher/Student (and more free videos coming this week!)

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 16:19:00 +0000

Readers,

This week I'll be editing and sharing two videos which I recorded during my recent travels, each starring one of my lovable playmates. Just as soon as I have them edited and uploaded, I'll be placing them here on my blogsite. You'll LOVE watching the VBB take a long, hard punishment...while Mr. Marks helps me show that spanking doesn't have to equal marking. Stay tuned for these fun, free videos. - Dana

P.S. If you haven't entered your story in the 'Bedtime Story' contest, click HERE for guidelines.

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The newest addition to my premium video store is:

The POV Lecture Series

- Teacher/Student -

You've been very badly-behaved, young man! It's time for you to learn some valuable lessons.

Gentlemanly Behavior is absolutely required in my classroom, and you've been anything but 'gentlemanly'.

You'll receive a stern lecture from me and prepare yourself for the discipline you deserve.

To download the video, visit:

http://www.clips4sale.com/store/50197

Ma'am, Yes Ma'am, Spanking Sites and Reader Recommendations

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 15:11:00 +0000

What has happened to our wonderful wdspoone (Tom) and his Ma'am, Yes Ma'am blog?...
He's been removed. He says that Google told him that he was suspected of spamming, then he found that his blog was deleted due to 'violence'.
Tom's setting up his new blog at maamyesmaam.wordpress.com - make sure to subscribe.

*****

A correspondent (not the first) recently recommended the Disciplinary Wives Club, and I think you'll agree that it's worth more than a glance:

*****

Hogspy lists various news and travel notices for mistresses worldwide:

*****

Otto recently turned a screengrab from my recent video 'Lingerie OTK' into a piece of art, which I absolutely love:

http://ottosspankingart.blogspot.com/

Please feel free to leave your recommendations for other spanking enthusiasts in the comment box below. - Dana

'In Awe of the Cane' : F/M spanking verse from UK Laureate

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 15:46:00 +0000

Readers,

Our UK Laureate has perfected the art of spanking verse, as evidenced here, once again, in 'In Awe of the Cane'. Please take a moment to comment (or Love it) in appreciation for his talent and willingness to share it with us - without he and the other wonderful contributing authors, this blog would be much less colorful.

- Dana

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In Awe of the Cane

The slipper, hand and hairbrush are all good

For spanking bums when perched across the knee;

There’s leather whips and paddles made of wood,

But, best of all, the cane if you ask me.

The strap and crop can both be used with pride,

And tawses too and birches that I’ve seen:

There’s instruments galore to tan our hide

But o’er them all the rattan cane’s the Queen.

That golden rod, a slender pliant wand,

It thrills my mind and makes my pulses race;

It may sound strange to say of it I’m fond

When, put to use, there’s anguish on my face.

But yet this fact I gladly here confess:

The rattan’s a magnet that just draws me in;

Its strokes may tease when given with finesse,

Or cause great hurt when used to punish sin.

It waits in the closet, hung on a hook,

Silent and brooding, an ominous tool;

Sharp and severe, be it straight or with crook,

Ideal equipment for women who rule.

In their hands that cane provides the best means

For ultimate pain and pleasure combined.

I oh so adore those correction scenes

Where both top and bottom fulfilment find.

I watch as she bends the cane to an arc,

Stressing its menace now right at the start;

I know that rod will quite soon make its mark,

My body the canvas for inventive art.

Red is her colour, I know that for sure -

She paints lines and stripes with consummate skill;

Each stroke of the brush brings pain to endure

While holding my breath and (just) keeping still.

In flight the cane makes a high piercing whine -

With loud hissing swish it cuts through the air;

Whose bottom now will feel its effect? Mine!

And yes, of course, without a doubt, it’s bare;

That way I’ll feel its penetrating sting

That courses through my body like a storm

And takes me to heights, my mind on the wing,

Away from the humdrum, far from the norm.

She starts with aplomb, a salvo of strokes

That hurt my backside and startle my brain;

“A nice gentle start,” with laughter she jokes,

Then whips down that cane again and again.

The next strokes come now, all spread down my thighs,

And then she lands one right over the crease -

Ouch! That accurate swipe caught me by surprise,

Plumb on the sweet-spot - oh stinging, please cease!

But there is no pause, no time to reflect,

She’s now on a roll, in tune with my need,

Another stroke lands, I feel the effect

As it bites on my flesh with light’ning speed.

Four dozen the tariff initially set,

Her mind was made up my backside to burn,

A caning harsh I know I won’t forget

But savour in ways I can’t yet discern.

The final six strokes, the hardest of all,

Are given quite slowly, fuelling the fire

That burns so harshly but holds me in thrall -

A cryptic mélange of hate and desire.

My body recoils, an uncontrolled writhe,

A gasp of distress, a shout of acclaim;

That sensuous stem, so springy and lithe,

Takes me yet higher, my senses aflame.

She too is astir, she tells me she feels

Excitement and pleasure, seeing my pain;

Gently she touches those fiery weals

She’s made with such care - she too loves the cane;

The kiss of the rod is her special gift,

An offering of pain to scare and delight,

Delivered with strokes both measured and swift

To tease and torment and passion ignite.

I’m in awe of the cane, its power and grace,

Its curvaceous beauty, mystique and sound,

Distinctive tramlines, its stinging embrace,

All serve to produce a penchant profound.

To some that is strange, to others it’s clear,

For they too have kinks for which they give thanks;

Whatever our bent, we all can hold dear

Discipline given with beatings and spanks.

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Click HERE for more from UK Laureate

'Cherry Pie': New premium F/M video

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 17:00:00 +0000

'Cherry Pie'

I cannot believe that he ate some of this cherry pie after I specifically told him not to touch it!

There is only one thing that I can do - and I think he's asking for it.

Since he just HAD to have my cherry pie, I am going to force him to eat even more of it, while spanking him...hard.

Between my wooden spoon, hairbrush, and several forkfuls of pie, it's not likely that he will be doing any more pie stealing anytime soon.

Don't feel sorry for him, though. That pie was GREAT.

Enjoy the screengrabs, and download the video by clicking the link below:

http://www.clips4sale.com/store/50197

New Contest: 'The Bedtime Story'

noreply@blogger.com (Dana Kane) — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 15:00:00 +0000

Spanking Story Contest for February 2012

'The Bedtime Story'

This naughty boy has been spanked hard and sent to bed.

After giving him some time to think about what he's done,

I go in to tuck him in and read him a bedtime story.

That's where you come in:

I want you to write 'The Bedtime Story', which I'll not only feature here, but will also read to him in an upcoming full-length, premium video.

Please read the guidelines very carefully:

- No characters under eighteen (18) years of age.

- No sex, no filthy language.

- (For male entrants) Stop talking about your genitals!

- Writing rules, such as spelling, grammar, and punctuation will be VERY important in this contest. ( I know that things like punctuation can be literarily subjective, and I know the difference when I see it.)

- Your story may contain as many or as few characters as you'd like, and may depict any scene(s) of Female Top spanking (F/M or F/F)

Think about that poor boy, pictured above, who's just had a very hard spanking and been sent off to bed to sniffle, while his bottom throbs. Think about what sort of story may soothe him, or make him laugh, or drift him into dreamland...

Think about the storybooks you enjoyed when you were younger: Once upon a time, princesses, knights, ogres, big bad wolves, and happily ever after...and spanking, of course.

Email all story entries to me at danakanespanks@gmail.com.

The winning author will receive a free spanking session with me. I will also print, illustrate, and read the winning Bedtime Story in a future video.
All entries will be printed/excerpted here on my blogsite, and your submission means that you're okay with sharing. (Naturally, your name and other personal information will be withheld.)

- Entries will be accepted throughout the month of February, 2012, with the winner announced on March 1.

- The winning author may receive his/her prize in my home city of Las Vegas or in any of the other cities planned in my upcoming TRAVEL itinerary.

- If you do not reside in, nor are you able to get yourself to, one of the above linked cities, please submit your entry as a non-contestant, so that the winner may actually receive his or her 'prize'.