The Romance of Chastisement

The Romance of Chastisement

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Writing the spanking scene--part 1

The story has drawn the reader in, the tension is mounting and now we are at a major or at least a minor climax. The conflict set up by the plot line is now going to be resolved by a spanking. So now we are at the payoff. The question is--how does the author describe it?

There are two extremes. The first is what I would call "blow by blow." Yes, this is exactly what it sounds like, a stroke by stroke account of the punishment itself. This can work for something like a 6 stroke caning where each swish of the cane is an event. For a prolonged spanking by hand, not so much. The reason is obvious. A spanking consists of repetition---that is why it is an effective punishment. But describing each smack also becomes repetitious. And, ultimately, boring.

How about the other extreme? This is what I would call the brief synopsis:

He pulled her over his knee and flipped up her skirt. For the next two minutes he peppered her bottom with crisp smacks. She reacted with yelps of protest and much kicking and wriggling. Then he set her back on her feet. "Don't ever test me like that again," He said.

Well, what do you think? If I'm the reader I'd say "That's it? After all that build up?" I'd feel a bit cheated if I saw this in what was billed as a spanking story.

To illustrate one way of perhaps reaching a happy medium I'm going to turn to a guest author.

With little difficulty, Dale managed to pull his attractive victim into
position over his knees, her long, nylon-clad legs up on the bed and in
full view. Her girlishly buxom, pantie-clad bottom wriggled anxiously
over his lap, the tip of the leather leash still protruding somewhat
grotesquely from the waistband of her panties. To hold her in position,
Dale grasped the end of the leash with his left hand and gave it a
slight tug to take out the slack. Feeling the sudden pressure from the
strap against her vulva and inside the crevice of her buttocks, Judy
shuddered with a mixture of fear and excitement at having her helpless
body controlled in such a bizarre manner.

With his free right hand, Dale slowly began working her black panties
down. Contrasting vividly with her black panties, her pink-white
buttocks were thoroughly breath-catching as they slowly came into view.
Perfectly rounded and femininely plump, the two satiny smooth mounds
wriggled and flexed in pretty anxiety as Dale slipped the panties down
to the tops of her stockings. Feeling the soft breeze from the nearby
window against her bare charms, Judy moaned softly through her gag and
tried to brace herself for the spanking to come.

Slap! Dale applied the first spank quite lightly squarely across her
right buttock, letting his hand remain in place for a moment afterward.
The spank stung mildly, and Judy squirmed with embarrassment and
excitement as she felt his masculine palm resting familiarly on her
exposed bottom. The pretty young secretary always found it exquisitely
humiliating to be spanked like a small child, yet her mortification was
always mixed with sensual arousal.

Judy's right buttock was slightly pink when Dale finally raised his
right hand. Slap! The second introductory spank landed on her left
buttock, and once again Judy wriggled prettily across his lap. To
torment her all the more, he kept a firm grip on the leather leash
between her legs, constantly applying pressure to her most intimate
parts. Forced to move in unison by the ropes at her knees and ankles,
Judy's nyloned legs swung back prettily as if to protest the violation
of her curvaceous buttocks.

Smack! The third spank landed with a crisp smacking noise squarely
across the crevice of her buttocks.

"Mmmmmm!" Judy's high-pitched squeal was muffled by her gag but still
quite audible. Jerking her helmeted head back both with surprise and
pain, the helpless young woman squirmed involuntarily and
unintentionally managed to pull the leather leash tighter between her
legs. Although the helmet totally blindfolded her, she instinctively
turned her face back over her shoulder in a futile effort to plead with
him to stop.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Working slowly and systematically, Dale began
spanking her plump buttocks with crisp but not brutally hard spanks.
Each smack produced a muffled yelp and a pretty, almost snakelike
wriggle from his comely victim. In a few moments, Judy's cute bottom was
a light shade of pink on both cheeks and it was quite apparent that the
spanks were beginning to raise the temperature of her pretty nates.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Judy tried to protest, although she knew only too
well that she would have to take it as long as he chose.

Smack! Smack! Dale's right hand continued to mete out punishment to
Judy's inviting buttocks, while his left hand maneuvered the strap
between her legs to torment her all the more. By this time, Judy's
pretty bottom was prickling and itching in a thoroughly irritating
manner and feeling quite warm and oversensitive. Tears formed in her
eyes and she found herself kicking her legs merrily back and forth.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" Judy's muffled appeals sounded all the more urgent.

Slap! Smack! Dale carefully spread the spanks around on her nicely wide
and rotund posterior, watching the flesh turn from pink to light rose.
From time to time, he paused to observe the intriguing spectacle in
front of him. In his opinion, there was nothing more appealing than a
young woman in bondage squirming her spank-reddened bottom and kicking
shapely, nyloned legs back and forth. Judy's performance did not
disappoint him. Wriggling furiously as the heat continued to build in
her attractive bottom, the helmeted and helpless young woman swung her
bound, nylon-clad legs back and forth in a frantic dance that often left
spike heels pointed toward the ceiling.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Judy's muffled outcries mixed pain and excitement.
The tight-fitting helmet prevented her tears from draining away
properly, leaving her face wet and making her feel all the more
miserable. Driven almost beyond endurance by the burning, smarting
spanks and the leather leash that continually tormented her most tender
areas, the helpless young woman tossed about wildly on his lap. She was
soaking wet between the legs and that was apparent to both of them.

Smack! Smack! Slap! The continually increasing heat in her buttocks made
each fresh spank more painful than its predecessor, and produced a
correspondingly greater reaction from the hapless young victim. Gloved
fingers clawed furiously in a futile effort to protect their owner's
burning spank-spot, but there was nothing she could do to secure the
slightest relief for herself. Gasping and at times fearing that she was
going to choke on the gag, Judy sobbed heavily in her helmet and
frantically jerked her hips back and forth on his lap in a mixture of
anguish and arousal.

It's a bit old school. Can you guess the author? What about the style? Over-the-top?

Next time---some other possibilities.


Orage said...

It would have been easier to read if one line out of two didn't consist only of two words.
What struck me at once was the excessive quantity of adverbs, up to the point where they spoilt the pleasure. Have you counted them? I have. There are exactly 34 of them!! With two "prettily" in the same paragraph. Two "pretty" in the same paragraph too.
It would have been quite arousing but for this.
Do please disclose the author's name.

T Elliot said...

Now that was a truly fascinating post, Roolin, and thank you for sharing your thoughts with us - when it comes to spanking stories you have few peers.

I enjoyed the 'filled-out' piece but it was a bit 'purple-prosy' in places, as Orage pointed out, but this wasn't at all uncommon in older stories and I don't think it detracted all that much from a well-told piece. There is always going to be some dissent over adverbs and adjectives and times change, and we change with them!

I would guess at Alex Birch, but there are so many to choose from!

Thanks again for a most edifying piece of work.


Rollin said...

Orage and T Eliot--thanks for your comments. The writer of the "purple prose" was---[drum roll] --- Will Henry. I've written about him before. He wrote circa 1960-1970 era.

And I agree. His style seems a bit overwrought, especially compared to modern writers.

This is fun. Maybe I'll do something like a blindfold test. See if readers can guess the writer.

Our Bottoms Burn said...

Having little taste, I liked it and yes, I enjoyed Will Henry. Screw the writing style I want to know more about the leather leash. That is new to me.Send me note please.