Spanked by the book

Hi everyone, I hope you’re all well. I’m just popping in to bring an interesting Pennyish post (and a lovely act of kindness) to your attention: the beautiful and brilliant Emily Tilton has written a piece for Celeste Jones’s Spanking Stories Book Club about ‘The Magic Book’, one of my short stories.

If you’re unfamiliar with the story, the magic book it centres around is – naturellement – a spanking collection, and the girl who reads it finds herself transported inside its pages and treated to a jolly good thrashing. (Some folks get all the luck).

Do pop over and read Emily’s perceptive take on my scribbles (and on far more besides). And do please share your own thoughts: Emily and Celeste will be delighted to see you, and I will be fascinated to hear your responses to Emily’s interesting questions. You don’t have to have read the story to contribute!

P.S. I’m sorry to have been so quiet and I’ll try to write again soon. I’m alive and well and I miss you all. Thank you to everyone who has sent messages. Hugs, Penny xx

P.P.S. Here is a cupcake for Emily for being so lovely. An e-cupcake, no calories!

Hush my heart from its waking pain

Hi everyone. I’m sorry to have gone quiet suddenly, and I’m sorrier to say that I will be quiet for some time to come. My personal life is in a very bad place right now and I’m just not up to writing or having fun. My little blog is going to hibernate for a while.

On the upside there’s much, much more to the world of spanking than me so you won’t be short of sexy, kinky entertainment!

I hope that everyone who visits here is doing okay, and I miss you all. Stay safe and be naughty. xxx

The play’s the thing

Or the spanking story, in this case. Here’s an interesting idea for a blog hop: kinky creatives writing about their creative processes. You may already have read some of the luminaries taking part – none more luminous than the lovely lady who invited me, Kathryn R. Blake – and I’m proud to follow in such talented footsteps.

Okay, once more onto the couch (to answer questions)...

1) What am I working on?
Lots of things, which might help explain why it’s hard to get anything finished. Looming largest on my mental landscape is my F/F kink novella, Meeting Venus. Honestly, I will frolic when that thing is ready. Frolic.

2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?
Tricky question, as there is so much variation within the spanking fiction genre. Plus I don’t have a great deal of finished work to compare stuff to. Plus I like to think of my own style as varied and always evolving. But if I absolutely had to pick one thing... I’d say my writing has a bit of insanity in its DNA; an element of stylistic unpredictability. I hope to show more of my experimental nature as time goes on, free time and confidence allowing.

3) Why do I write what I do?
Because I have always been a spankee. Because I enjoy reading and fantasising about sexy things. Because I want to turn people on and communicate with their kinks.

4) How does my writing process work?
My process is overwhelmingly organic. Chaotic, might be another way of describing it. I don’t really plan anything in detail before starting; I like to keep ideas as ‘pure’ or fresh as possible and let things kind of come to me and evolve of their own accord. It’s like a dialogue between me and the text. But, within that fluid framework, once something is down on paper I work and rework it obsessively.

I flit between sections and entirely different pieces of work all the time: I just work on whatever feels right in that moment. I’m very much a ‘feeling’ writer. Which doesn’t always lead to writing fast. I rationalise my lack of output by telling myself that whatever text does come from the process will have an energy and a freshness to it that more rigidly planned writing might not have. I guess I imagine it as expressionist or maybe ‘action’ painting versus painting in a more traditional mode.

That’s quite an apposite metaphor, actually, given the spanky creative I am passing the torch to next: the super-talented erotic artist RedRump! Be sure to pop over to his blog a week from now for an insight into his naughty method.

On second thoughts, pop over right now and check out his amazing new F/M drawing!

Penny Does a Runner: Part XI

It was in something of a daze that Penny was led back to the circus tent. Before she knew quite what was happening she stood backstage amongst half a dozen young women dressed in blue leotards just like hers.

“Ah, you must be the stand-in for Josephine!” a brunette girl said to her. “What luck – I had thought we would be one down this evening.”

“Thirty seconds!” a man said.

“B-but... I’m not...” Penny said to nobody in particular, turning on the spot in bewilderment as the girls chatted and fussed distractedly. “I shouldn’t really be...”

Just then the vast red curtains behind her parted and the noise from the ring beyond came flooding in like a cacophony: the roar of the crowd; the deafening music; the amplified baritone of the ringmaster.

“They will dazzle and amaze you!” he cried. “Thrill and astound you! The most fearless females this side of the Amazon, each and every one of them ready to risk DEATH as they fly through the air!”

Penny’s stomach did a death-defying somersault as she was taken by the hands and led by a pair of skipping girls through the curtains and into the ring.

If her senses weren’t quite overwhelmed already, they were when a pair of blinding spotlights were turned onto her and the rest of the acrobat troupe. Blinking in the glare, Penny wondered – not for the first time that day – quite how she had got herself into such a spot.

As her sight returned she realised that the view from the sawdust-covered floor of the ring was quite different to the one she had enjoyed not half an hour earlier from the safety of the stands: all around her was colour and motion, jugglers tossing clubs with dizzying speed and skill; exotically tattooed fire-breathers sending bursts of flame skyward; the ringmaster under a spotlight of his own, resplendent and fantastical. And, all around, up to the roof of the tent itself it seemed, hundreds upon hundreds of faces keenly trained on the acrobats about to perform.

Two girls set off on gymnastic floor routines, extravagantly toppling and somersaulting around the ring, while two more began their ascent to the pair of tiny trapeze platforms high above. Penny watched with as much wonder as any child in the towering circus tent as the pair climbed the narrow ladders with disarming insouciance. In no time at all they had reached the top of them and, without so much as a pause, took hold of a trapeze and leapt.

The audience oohed and ahhed as the girls swung and flew and flipped with breathtaking grace, and gasped in unison when they swapped trapezes mid-air. Far below, unnoticed by all, young Penny Hasler gasped for quite a different reason, as she was shepherded to the foot of a ladder.

Penny gets ready to run again

There are many things I should be spanked for, but the most egregious is leaving my schoolgirl serial Penny Does a Runner hanging at part ten. It’s been six whole months!

I apologise as profusely as a girl strapped to a bench with a sex-crazed DisciplineBot whirring ominously into life behind her would. And I promise to write and post the next part before this week is out!

Before I do so, I think a recap is in order. Penny Hasler*, fifth former at strict boarding school St Spankem’s, is caught in a naughty act and sent to the headmistress’s office for an almighty thrashing. She escapes en route and flees the school grounds, only to realise once free that she is penniless (the irony) and homeless. By happy chance a travelling circus is in town: Penny meets the owner and is hired as an usherette to replace an elephant squashee. Horrified on her first night to see one of her schoolteachers sitting in the audience, she sneaks into a circus performer’s trailer to borrow a disguise... and is immediately mistaken for an acrobat and led back towards the big top.

What will become of poor, silly Penny? Find out in the next instalment!

*no relation.

Spanked by a machine, or life imitating art

One of the stories in the outrageously popular Spank! 2 centres around something I have long been fascinated by (and had lots of delicious fantasies about): the spanking machine. Needless to say, the haughty and deserving female protagonist in my story finds herself strapped securely onto the machine and beaten mercilessly by it, her dignity stripped from her as completely as her skirt and panties are. It’s all very Kafkaesque, as she owns the company that manufactures the machine... I figured that would make for a fun reversal!

Happily for fans of such things, there seems to be no shortage of erotic artwork featuring spanking machines of all kinds:

Oh, the envy... I think the woman in the ultra-naughty Kami Tora pic wins the Luckiest Spankee prize (and is the one I would most ecstatically swap places with), but it’s really a case of win-win-win with all of them and with spanking machine art in general.

Given their popularity, it has always surprised me that spanking machines don’t seem to feature much in spanking fiction. I suppose a big reason is that the dynamic between a person and a machine is different to that between two (or more) people, and the lack of intimacy and human connection doesn’t lend itself to romance or emotional interplay. And perhaps what works well in picture form doesn’t always work so well in text. Which is a shame, as I think the cold, dispassionate nature of machines is fascinating when transplanted into a sexual and/or disciplinary context, and I would love to explore the area further. Maybe I will...

Anyway. To the ‘life imitating art’ part of this post! While I was writing my story I limited my research to drawings such as the ones above, and of course used my awesome imagination to envisage what a spanking machine might be like; how it would be built and operate. And I gave it what I thought an amusingly descriptive and corporate-sounding name: the Spank-o-Matic 8000. (Confession. I watch shopping channels on TV sometimes, just for fun. The ‘before and after’ bits are always so funny. “Tired of struggling with tangled-up hoses?” LOL).

Imagine my surprise, then, when I happened some time after finishing my story – during the course of an entirely innocent internet meander – upon the real thing! There really is a Spank-O-Matic, lookit!

“The Spank-O-Matic is an automated, powered spanking machine capable of delivering a very wide range of sensations,” says the blurb. (Now I’m picturing this thing on a shopping channel: that would be awesome!)

“So you say the Spank-O-Matic can OW! go from feather-soft to OOH! blisteringly severe, Brad?”

“That’s right, Lacey! It can give even the most troublesome brat just what she needs and more!” (big smile to camera as Lacey’s bottom is paddled relentlessly)

And this ain’t the only spanking machine on the market, neither. From what I can gather there are two principal manufacturers and models: the Spank-O-Matic’s rival is the Robospanker, from the good people at DD Machinery:

Definitely the sort of thing dreams are made of!

I have yet to try a spanking machine, but I have absolutely no doubt that they are great fun and I do someday hope to experience their thrillingly remorseless attentions. And, I have to say, I rather think that should I ever be fortunate enough to own one, I will leave the house a good deal less often. And invent many excuses for what I’m staying in to do. And not answer the phone while I’m doing it.

So, am I alone in my fascination? Do any of you get hot at the thought of being mounted on a bench and left to be spanked while your partner/disciplinarian pops out for a relaxing shopping trip? Do any of you own a spanking machine? Please comment if so! :D

In the meanwhile I’ll leave the last word to poor Ms Sheely from ‘A Day in Court’ (available from Amazon in the bargainly-priced Spank! 2: don’t delay, buy today!), extolling the virtues of the Spank-o-Matic 8000 as it toasts her naughty buns:

“The Spank-o-Matic can of course be used for-- ooh! d-disciplinary purposes, but our market research shows that eighty p-percent of owners purchase it for-- ow! recreation.”

With love to Bonnie

My online kinky-community activity has been very much reduced so far this year, which has meant I haven’t been able to post as much on my blog as I would like. But far more importantly I haven’t been able to visit other blogs and comment and interact with the lovely people who make up this community. And I’m very sorry to learn that one of the best people I have ever met through this medium – Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts – has hung up her blogging hat.

Bonnie was the first popular blogger to link to me and bring my scribblings to a wider audience, an act of kindness that I will always be grateful to her for. And more fundamentally I will always remember her as a wonderfully warm and giving person: truly the queen of this little community.

Thank you for everything, Bonnie. I hope your bottom smarts today and you have many happy years of love and fun to come. I’ll miss you.

As an aside, it’s my birthday tomorrow: I’ll be 26 whole years old. Might have to start counting backwards if this carries on...

(Older but no wiser! Might translate that into Latin and adopt it as a motto).

A little light relief

Have I fallen off the world? No, not quite, but I am experiencing turbulence in my personal life so spanky stuff has been kinda beyond me lately. Sorry for the lack of fun – I’ve missed you all and I hope you’re doing okay.

A place I like to go when I’m feeling down is the land of silliness and humour, with a leaning toward the sorts of jokes that Little Penny enjoys. So I’d like to share a few puns and make you groan :)

And to do so I shall employ a neat (and geeky) little thing that I used in my Love Spanks post: a ‘peekaboo button’. This reveals text when you click on it, thanks to the magic of Science. I’m sure there are lots of interesting ways to use such a thing, but the one that occurred to me was the telling of (terrible) jokes... click at your own risk!

It overswept!

Snap!

Make a noise like a carrot!

Oh my... those are some seriously bad jokes. As a reward for enduring them, and if you’re not all clicked out, I’d like to share a very neat picture that a dear friend drew for me.

This!

Little Penny is hooting with laughter right now (or perhaps honking)... please imagine a teadressed poppet rolling about in a most undignified fashion, in imminent danger of wetting herself. And we all know what happens to little girls who do that, don’t we?

If you have any jokes (child-friendly or otherwise) that you’d like to share, please do so in the comments!

My beautiful princess

Here’s my flash fiction piece from this contest, in case you didn’t get to see it in its original home. It’s not naughty or sexy, but I hope you like it anyway.

*****

The starkness of the sunlight through the window. The coldness of that little white sink.

Day, night. High, low. None of it matters. Spiralling downward; losing myself piece by piece.

How strange those days seem now,
how distant, how empty,
now that you are in my life.

“I’m a dragon and I’m going to eat you all up!” I roar at the foot of your castle. “You better just come down the slide and into my big hungry mouth – there’s no other way out!”

You squeak your royal disdain, the sound so full of life and magic: no silly old dragon is going to eat Princess Becca!

Scurrying to and fro like a mouse, your pretty blonde head popping out of this hole then that, your little face glowing with such glee that my heart wants to burst. Oh! That silly old dragon! Racing round to meet you every time!

Round and round we dash, laughing in the sunshine, happy in our own little world.

And then I’m not a dragon any more, and you come into my arms, and I hold you to myself like the precious gift you are.

My beautiful princess.