Picked this up from a non-spanking Tumblr. I am still travelling myself and having to contend with the floods, so think of this a postcard.

Now that they have caught her, how are they going to spank her?

Sudden events right after being on leave has left the Corner without posts. Sorry about that.

Two quick anecdotes in a real life strand.

Sarah J writing on Tough Love wrote:

When I met John I was totally into him even though he was 12 years older than me. Everyone said he was a bit weird but it didn’t deter me even when he made it clear that he wasn’t interested. He told me I was too young for what he was into and to come back when I was older.

I was 21 at the time so I was completely mystified. However, I was a bit naïve and probably immature back then which probably made him cautious.

One day he told me he was into spanking and wasn’t messing about. I thought this was totally cool and said I didn’t mind, although I had no idea what I was getting into.

I found out during our second date. After months of hounding him he finally ask me for a drink but the second time I got lost and wound up being two hours late. Luckily he stopped at the pub to play darts and was still there.

“You know you’re going to get it,” he said, “And I bet you’ll back off then.”

I was embarrassed as he said it in front of people in the pub, but I said that I knew and that I agreed. So we went back to his place.

Once there he had a go at me and told me take my knickers down from under my skirt. It was totally wild and I was really red, but excited too and did it. Then he took me over his lap and pulled up my skirt.

The spanking was hard and took me by surprise by how much it hurt, especially when after he just sent me home with a quick kiss and said he would call me.

My bum was really red and hurt for a couple of days, but I could think of nothing else. I wasn’t sure how I felt and made sure that when he called me for another date that I wasn’t late. Anyway the next date went well and he chilled a bit and we arranged dinner. Nothing much was said about the spanking and after another I date I decided to test him by being late again.

This time he made me take my skirt and knickers right off and stand in the corner for about 10 minutes. I was so embarrassed and totally wild, but still went ahead with it. Then he spanked me again, this time really hard and for a long time until I yelled and wanted him to stop.

He did, but said if I wanted to muck him about then I had to learn and he sent me to the corner again to think about it. After a really long time he said something like ‘you want to go on’ and made say what would happen.

He made me say sorry and ask him to spank me and finish it to the end this time or I could go.

I tried to be brave but by the end I was crying a bit, but it was really lovely hugging and he kissed me afterwards. That was the first time we had sex.

After that I learned about the cane and his belt and later we went on to me writing lines and other things. I was totally vanilla before that and I still get scared but it is also good to know that he is boss and I have to take it. I always feel good afterwards now.

I am still with him and getting spanked four years later.

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Carla wrote about her most embarrassing moment.

Back when I played rugby I had a crush on this older woman. Oh yes, I am a lesbian, better to say. I used to hang back in changing rooms to catch a glimpse of her naked or in the showers. This went on for weeks until one day I got a bit too obvious and she caught me.

She pretended to be madder than she was, although I couldn’t tell then, and yelled at me until I was so ashamed. Then she went to the door and locked it and told me that I deserved to have my bare bottom smacked.

I could scarce draw a breath and my head was spinning but I didn’t resist as this athletic half naked woman (she was only wearing a shirt) took me over her thighs and bared my own bottom. We were the only ones there and she really spanked me hard with a training shoe for a long hard time.

She teased me about how aroused I was even though I begged and she spanked me again even harder. Eventually we heard a noise and the caretaker came in and saw us. Me wet at both ends and with a very red bottom and her still half naked.

I bet my face was redder, especially when she casually told him that if he wanted to lock up she could spank me at home.

I had already been over her knee for half an hour by then and that’s where I spent most of the rest of the evening and many times after until.

Two snippets pulled from the usual suspects.

Last week Karen joined in a discussion in comments on an old short story of mine. When it was suggested that she had quite a story to tell, unbidden she wrote this account and emailed it in for publication.

Karen wrote:

When I was 19 I went to work for Glenda as a kind of general assistant PA. She was beautiful and I was totally smitten and she knew it. Being much older than me and with a girlfriend I didn’t think I had a hope, but she used to tease and flirt with me just for fun I think.

When got things went wrong she used say ‘naughty girl’ and really got my fantasies going.

About six months after I started with her I had to send 74 letters after photocopying them and top and tail them and mail each one. I remember the number clearly because every single one of them went to the wrong address. Glenda was furious and I thought she was going to cry.

I told her mother always said I was a numpty as I always did things like that and that I would be sorry to leave. Glenda laughed and said it wouldn’t come to that and asked what mother would have done with me.

I lied and said I would be spanked. I have no idea why.

‘Oh I would love to spank you for this’ she told me and she laughed.

Plucking up all my courage I told her I deserved it. I was so embarrassed. She said nothing then. We both had to work all weekend to fix the mess and by Sunday afternoon we had phoned everyone and done some re-mailing.

Then Glenda said was I serious about having a spanking? I just blushed and got tongue-tied.

Needless to say I went over her knee with my knickers down and got my first ever spanking. Nothing like my fantasies and it really hurt and I even cried as I said sorry.

Then she says ‘were you really spanked at home?’

I admitted I lied about that so she said I deserved another spanking then if I was still sorry.

Before that I had to stand in the corner for about an hour while she phoned her partner to tell her she would be late and finished the work. Then I went back over her knee and was spanked longer and harder than before until I was a mess. But I kind of loved it – afterwards anyway.

I couldn’t really sit down properly for three days and it took a week for the marks to fade.

After that Glenda told me that she could spank me when I needed it but there would be nothing else between us. That made me sorry but I took her terms.

I was spanked a lot by her then, always on the bare and always in two parts with long corner times so that she could tease and gloat about it. The humiliation was part of it for me.

About six months afterwards her partner found out and there was a row. I hoped that we might advance things but we didn’t.

Glenda told me she would still be spanking me and her girlfriend had calmed down about it as there was no sex. Then she showed me her bottom and the welts and bruises far worse than mine. They were a switch couple, only both of them preferred to be top. Glenda had just traded a year of being the submissive on account of me. I found that pretty thrilling but couldn’t get many details from her and I was surprised to see that she was embarrassed. But I did sometimes see signs of her punishments after that and loved hearing about it when she would tell me. But unfortunately I was never punished by her girlfriend or saw Glenda spanked.

I got my own girlfriend about then and she loved that I got spanked by the boss and used to put cream and stuff on my bum at night. But she didn’t want to spank me and I couldn’t find it in me to spank her so I just had Glenda for another 18 months.

I later found an older bossy girlfriend and changed jobs and that’s about it. Except I am still getting spanked and I’ll get spanked if she finds out I wrote this. But I like to live dangerous and read blogs like A Voice in the Corner.

Events, both good and bad have eaten into my time like spring sunshine into ice and today I must dash. Therefore there will be no Round-Up.

This was sent in by Sam who found it on a vanilla Tumblr. We would love to know the back story for this one.

After last week’s no show I was hoping for better things this week, but we seem to have a picture heavy round-up this time. The truth is I have a lot happening at the moment and the real world intervention doesn’t look like it is going to end any time soon. The net result of this is that I don’t have time for writing and reading.

As for writing, I have done it again and have started a new series (The Sinclair Method, a rare return to F/F period fiction) without finishing old ones. But at least I have managed to restart Ad Astra which is progressing. The next instalment is next week and I am determined not to let much more than a fortnight pass without a new episode.

You may have noticed too that I have started Cade County shorts, which like Abaconti give me a place with established characters to drop in on from time to time in short 2,000 word bursts. These will be mostly M/F (with some occasional F/F) Americana episodes based in one town at different points in its history. So far we have been to 1983 twice and 1892 where we will soon return.

Future visits may include the 1930s and 1950s, but not until after The Sinclair Method is complete, since that already has that period covered.

Future plans (of Mice and Men) include a return to Angela, Raw and Abraham Heights, but since none of these have an end game yet (I do sometimes plan these things) and Ad Astra does, I decided to focus there.

Also there are plans afoot to publish Magic as a book. LSF are chomping at the bit for it (which is gratifying) but have understood my time constraints given the epic editing requirements. There will be another collection or novella published before then in any case.

Thanks too to Paul and everyone else who bought my books and gave such positive reviews.

Responding to comments too has slipped, but thanks for all your contributions and for the submissions by anecdote writers and picture contributors who have emailed in. some of which cannot be used for various reasons as I have explained to you and others (with your kind permission) may be edited and published at a later date.

Looking at Spankville this week there is little news sadly. Many bloggers are clamouring for Miley Cyrus to be spanked, which is of course the kind of attention she is seeking, but if it ever happens I suspect it will be old news before I get to it.

The most significant event is that Stan at Au Fil des Jour has closed his blog. We hope that it is temporary and that he hasn’t run afoul of Blogspot, but I have noticed he has been slow to update lately.

The pictures this week are from: All Things Spanking, Cutiepie, Chicago Spanking, Dave Wolfe, Disciplinary Tales, Dreams of Spanking and Firm Hand Spanking.

A couple of edited real life accounts culled from online forums.

Part-time house wife wrote:

I went over to my friend’s house today to have some coffee and chat. When I walked into the kitchen, my friend’s 19-year-old step-daughter was standing in the corner with her bare bottom exposed. It was quite evident from the dark red colour that she had just received a spanking.

I asked if this was a bad time and if I should come back later, but my friend just sat down at the kitchen table and told me that it was fine and that seeing her like that is embarrassing and part of the punishment.

We sat and had coffee for almost two hours and the whole time her poor daughter stood facing the corner with her bare bottom facing us and didn’t say a word.

Has anyone else either witnessed an adult being disciplined with corner time or experienced corner time after a spanking as a punishment in front of other people?

J writes:

Spanking and corner time are a fact of life for me unfortunately. And mostly, I hate the corner time more than the spanking itself. I always get corner time after a spanking.

Sometimes you hear that corner times don’t have to take place in a corner, but also against a wall or something. I get the old-fashioned nose in the corner, corner times. Sometimes, I have to kneel down, but mostly I have to stand, with my hands on my head. I have got two corners, one in the living room and one in my bedroom. Usually the place depends on where the spanking took place.

When it’s in the living room, it’s bare or nude with my red bottom on display. The corner is next to the television so my boyfriend or sometimes family/visitors can see me. I hate it, standing there bare or nude in front of everyone. But it is part of the punishment and it’s a good place for reflection. I have to stay in the corner until told I can leave. The times are different through this. Sometimes it’s 30 minutes, sometimes 90 minutes.

It’s really embarrassing when visitors see my red bottom. Once my neighbours came over and I just got spanked for lying. I was standing there and I felt their eyes on my bum.

I also get corner times without spankings. It doesn’t happen a lot, but it happens. Mostly I get that for little things, like when I am angry or annoying. I can leave my jeans or pants on, unless I’ve been really annoying, than I have to pull them down.

I think corner times are childish punishments but I am told if I behave childishly then it’s a good punishment.

As promised an apparent ‘real’ OTK marital spanking underway. I cleaned it up a bit as it was rather fuzzy and low res.

It is typical of life that just as three or four major life events collide, within a few weeks the in-tray gets full to bursting. That is the nature of the world I suppose.

In Ancient Rome a conquering hero had a slave at his shoulder during a Triumph telling him ‘Remember you are mortal.’ Most of us have to contend with life and its ups and downs without such reminders. Not because we are not heroes, modern life is heroically complicated compared to the one led by those who trod that ancient forum, but because life reminds us every day that we are indeed mortal.

I say this not to blow my own trumpet, but to highlight another issue. I mean if I had a trumpet I would not hesitate to blow it, egoist that I am. That goes with the territory of being a master Dom in a castle high on a hill in North London surrounded with slave girls; assuming of course that any such creature ever existed.

No what I refer to is the great many emails that I have received of late just as I am unable to give them the attention they deserve. Often they come from writers and people with quite accomplished lives who variously ask me for advice, offer their stories, and in one case wonder if they will ever have the opportunity to come to Spankville for real.

The underlining assumption sometimes is that maybe I have some special knowledge or abilities that transcends the norm. But normality is a relative concept and ultimately a state of mind.

The truth is I am just a guy who apart from a few half-baked clumsy adventures had no experience until well into my 20s and thought a spanking relationship was only going to happen in my head.

Then a clumsy virgin offering me fellatio (my first experience as it happens) bit me by mistake and I spanked her; an action that surprised us both and led to further adventures, Lost in Yorkshire being just one of them.

I was not miraculously turned into a Dom by this relationship and despite further adventures and other women I continued to bumble on haphazardly for many years.

Now the readers of this post, assuming they got this far and did not just dwell on the picture above, will be divided into three parts.

The first will be thinking how comes this never happens to me. For the second it already has and probably more often and finally there are the scene players who occasionally dip in for stories and pictures who are already yawning and thinking ‘just get on with it will you it’s no big deal.’

Most of the first group will be under 40, or perhaps younger than 50 even.

There are many exceptions but most people do not have the confidence, maturity or experience to see that life is finite and that they do not need permission to be who they are until they have been around the block a few times. And even then we are all still scared as we heroically press on.

If you are a 21-year-old guy terrified that a girl will think you’re a perv for your spanking tastes, then remember that she is even more scared.

I did not make real progress (and heaven knows I am still learning) until I began this blog and began to use it as a hook to make contact.

These days I am lucky enough to have a relationship with P in our modest ‘castle’ in North London. She is a much loved and much missed talented former blogger outted by an envious malicious delusional fantasist she was once foolish enough to trust. I know for a fact, and thanks for that support friends, that she inspired many women to be who they are. It is a shame that the woman concerned managed to mar several lives and close at least one other popular blog by phoning the blogger’s workplace or similar actions. But on this I can say no more.

I don’t talk about my relationship or our adventures together, although they inspire almost everything I do in one way or another. But do not think that such relationships are easy or always run smoothly. If I ever get it right then I might hand out some advice about it. But if you remember, respect, trust and empathy in all things, then you will not need it.

As I said at the top of the page, the in-tray is bursting and not all of it vanilla. I have had some great stories and pictures from people, some of which I hope to use one day in some form. But as I have explained some stories are inappropriate for one reason or another and must be filtered or edited. This blog is for and about the 18+, but keep them coming and if I have not got back to you or replied to your emails and comments it is because I am only mortal and life events have overwhelmed me lately.

I say only this now because of all the kind words and contributions of people willing to share who have asked in one way or another ‘who is DJ Black?’ I want to thank them.

I am a man on a journey, just like you and just like you I have far to go. We all have lives and hurdles to climb, but sometimes life does begin at 40, 50, 60 or even 5 o’clock.

Following on from yesterday’s post, here is an example of an email sent in from a reader. I don’t get many like this, most are far more hesitant and paradoxically somewhat longer. Overlook the kind greeting and move quickly on to the story. A good example of adventure coming at you left field.

Dear DJ,

I hope you don’t mind me writing, but I love your blog. I am now a confirmed spanking fan, although I have very mixed feelings about discipline when it is my bottom in the firing line, but it is blogs like yours and the fact that they even exist that help me understand these feelings and let me know I am not alone.

My entry into this world was both sudden and unexpected and I thought I would contribute my story for one of your real life snippets if you want it.

When I was at college back in the early 1990s my cousin got a summer job with a lady in Cornwall working in a gift shop and as I was broke I managed to get in on it. My cousin Kate (not her real name) had worked there the previous summer and warned me cryptically that our employer was old fashioned and bossy. There was special emphasis on the word bossy and I sensed then that Kate was trying to put me off and was not telling me something.

To cut a long story short, I was told the first day that ‘any messing about and I’ll smack your bottom.’ Our boss added, ‘as Kate already knows.’ If it hadn’t been for that and Kate’s blushing, I would have supposed she was being figurative.

When Kate later confirmed that she had been spanked I was astounded, especially when Kate said it was on the bare. I thought ‘no way’ and laughed it off. But a week later we both got a bollocking for some horse-play that ended in a breakage. Then our boss just grabbed Kate in the back store room and pulled her unresisting across her lap and yanked her knickers down.

I was told that as it was the first time I could pay for the damage or get the same. I hastily said I would pay, but I was amazed as I watched Kate get a sustained beating on her bare bottom with an old rubber shoe that left her well-marked and crying her eyes out.

After Kate said it was no big deal and she deserved it, but I was left in a state of confusion and could think of nothing else for days. Then at the end of the week our boss said I would have to pay £28 (half the damages at cost) unless I wanted the spanking instead.

Like I said I was broke and I was curious so I agreed.

I was sick with nerves and so embarrassed, but that was nothing to the worst pain I had ever had and in about a minute flat I was kicking off far worse than Kate had. It lasted ages and took even longer to stop crying, but the woman was kind afterwards and somehow I didn’t resent it.

Also I was glad I didn’t have to pay the money and somehow I was closer to Kate. A feeling that developed over that summer as we were both spanked a total of four times together, each spanking deserved and I suspect now, courted by both of us.

The next summer part of me wanted to go back, but Kate couldn’t and it never happened.

Thank you again for the blog. I have no idea if you are in a relationship, but I don’t really want to enter regular correspondence as my current boyfriend wouldn’t like it. Then we both know what would happen.

Very best wishes,

Shelia

Our thanks to Shelia for sharing and I put it out to the reader as I received it (more or less.)

It is amazing what you see in the park these days. This naughty and very embarrassed girlfriend was camera-phoned in the park by an unknown passer-by.

This contribution was sent in by EmmiX. Thanks Emmi.

No idea what is going on here. Markie sent it in as a sorority picture. It certainly looks harsh for a birthday bash.

The place is a shambles

Due to some restructuring here at the castle the Temporal Monster has eaten all my time and now my Internet connectivity is down or at best poor. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. Meanwhile here is a picture.

Using dial-up, which has an inverse relationship to the speed of my life at the moment. Here is another picture.

I hate those blogs where all people can do is complain about how hard it is since their dog died and life is busy and so they won’t be writing anything anyone actually wants to read but… I am sitting here in an attic while the castle is overrun with lawyers, builders and decorators while manfully taking a trip down memory lane with a 56k modem. Still the view is good from up here. I can see the whole of London from the O2 down to the Eye on a lovely sunny day.

With any luck it will be business as usual next week.

Meanwhile, thanks to everyone who wrote in with contributions and my apologies to all those I haven’t replied to.

No story… yet, but here are a couple of snippets.

Former Prissy Miss writes:

Sex was boring and I never got beyond ‘suffering the missionary position’ with two or three boyfriends until I was 23. Then I saw this greasy biker hunk in a pub who turned out to be 15 years my senior. He was absolutely the centre of my attention and something made me go for him like I never had before. Sadly he wasn’t interested and was quite rude.

Undeterred I bought him a drink and sat down with him when his mate went to the toilets.

He leaned over to me and whispered, “If you don’t piss off I am going to paddle your prissy behind purple.”

My heart went two to the dozen and inside I went wow.

Bravely I said, “Oh yes and then what?”

I don’t remember his exact words, but he said something like ‘there are more things to do with a girl’s arse than just spank it.’

Having no idea what I was getting myself into I just dared him.

Less than an hour and two more beers later I was bare-bottomed over his lap while he sat on a grubby settee in a two-up mid terrace three streets away. I was yelling like a kid as he spanked me and I tell you my bum wasn’t far off purple.

“You can go home anytime you like,” he told me.

Tearfully I told him I’d stay. He just shrugged and went on spanking me with relish.

He took my remaining two virginities that day.

He was such a bastard and I had to call him twice just for the privilege of being bent over the back of the same settee for a taste of belt across my bare bum and my third round of buggery. He didn’t use me conventionally until our fourth date and every single time I could feel it every time I sat and not just because he had spanked me. But I stuck with it and we were together for seven years.

Jenni79 emailed to say:

Love your post on the Five O’clock Hero. I got my first spanking from an older boyfriend for being clumsy at oral. It was a total surprise to me. I think it turned us both on though.

Punishment became quite a thing between us; always on my bare bottom over his knee with his hand or something small and flat. One time he ended a row with a sound spanking while we were visiting my parents and my mum walked into the bedroom.

All she said was ‘don’t mind me,’ I could have died.

Ostara (often pronounced Estara) is the old Anglo-Saxon pagan festival spring festival with all its associations with fertility. In Anglo-Saxon England images of eggs, the March hare and other seasonal features were the norm. In some parts of England it was even the custom to gather bundles of twigs or rods to symbolise new growth. It is not hard to suppose that other uses were found for such objects. Between Ostara and Bale or May Day (known as Beltane in Celtic tradition) various customs across Europe associated the whipping or spanking of the female bottom with fertility.

Often this took the form of a formal ceremony, such as the Greeks and Roman’s enjoyed, but for others there were parties or crude pranks of varying degrees.

In the modern Czech Republic these traditions survive as the custom of Pomlazka, where young men and boys are often encouraged to seek out young women and whip their bottoms. Responses to this custom vary and opinions differ with traditionalist seeing it as a bit of fun and others attributing darker motives.

The pictures above are from actual Easter festivities and you can see that someone meant business.

In some places in the world women get a switching at Easter. Lucky it is getting warmer.

Many thanks to all of those who have continued to send in little snippets like this one from Louise who dropped me a line with this little anecdote to share.

She writes:

We grew up in a village in Shropshire, England, as a whole mess of kids and neighbours getting into scrapes and pranks with everyone more like sisters and the odd brother rather than just friends. So embarrassing escapades like this one was fairly common although I understand you can’t use our younger adventures or even those from our late teens. But this happened when I was 20 and still at college back in 1984.

One of my friends mum’s was a stern old battle-axe and a bit older than my parents. We knew that unlike my Mum and Dad and most other kids that Julie got spanked at home and got teased about it, especially when we were all grown-up.

Julie’s Mum used to say stuff like ‘you’re not too old to go over my knee young lady’ and the like. Also she would say it to any of us with a real sense that she meant it. My Mum just said ‘don’t look at me, you had better behave hadn’t you,’ or something like it.

This summer Julie who was a year younger than me had a row with her Mum, which ended up with her being dragged to her room and obviously spanked while a few of us listened from the garden and laughed as we stood under an open window.

I was particularly vocal and when Julie’s mum came down she rounded on me and said, ‘I suppose you think she is too old for it.’

I said that it was hilarious and that it served Julie right.

A few days later we were playing cricket on a small green that was at the corner of three of our houses, mine and Julie’s included. We weren’t supposed to, there was a sign that said no ball games, but we always had, or did most summers until one of the adults chased us off; most usually Julie’s mum with her usual spanking threats.

This time I hit a green tennis ball right up and through Julie’s mum’s window and we heard something break.

Julie’s mum ran out yelling that we were too old for that malarkey. But led by me, we were all a bit cheeky and I even asked for our ball back, which Julie’s mum agreed to if went somewhere else.

But once inside she started on about the broken vase and got even madder when she found out I had hit the ball.

I said ‘it is only an old bit of china’ and that she should have had her window shut.

Julie’s mum rounded on me and said ‘you’re the one who thinks it’s funny that a grown girl gets a spanking aren’t you?’

I think my stuttering blushing was as show of weakness because the next thing is she says ‘let me show you.’

I was bundled over her lap and my jeans and knickers were taken down while she spanked me hard until I was yelling. She really made a meal of it until I was sorry and meek and said I was sorry.

Of course everyone outside heard and knew what had happened so it was anyone’s guess which was redder my face or bottom. There was other spanking stuff back then but that was the most embarrassing.

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Thanks Louise. I extensively edited it and cut it down with para breaks and some quotes for ease of reading.

These were sent in by an ex-sorority girl who wishes to remain anonymous.

She wrote: “My own sorority days were beyond anything here, good and bad, and they went by in a daze. But I sometimes wish I could have them back, blisters and all.”