Spanking Journey

Hihi!

2007-09-20T16:52:00.000+02:00

I took a test which I saw on Bonnie's page... I was lured by the cute pink graphic :-D Oh, I guess I am just juvenile sometimes, because I can actually spend hours and hours on useless internet quizzes when I'm bored. At least the quiz below is "relevant"! Haha! My comments on my own score below.

Your Score: VERY SPANKABLE

You are 80% spankable!

You love being spanked, preferably to a deep rosy hue. You like nothing more than being bent over anything, anywhere, and spanked by a strong hand or maybe a leather paddle. We wouldn't be surprised if you wore those panties with the ruffles on the ass. You are also probably guilty of wiggling the goods at people and bending over suggestively at every opportunity.

Link: The How Spankable Are You Test written by bazz22 on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

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I like it when my butt has a deep rosy hue = check!
I like being bent over anything: the knee, over pillows, the sofa arm etc. = check!
I like hand spankings, and am curious about paddles = check!
I own panties with ruffles = check! Haha! Actually, it has ruffles and a little lace ribbon. So cute!

The quiz was wrong with one other point though. Actually, I act very conservative in real life (too conservative? My friends used to call me a marm and joked that I could be a nun), and although I fantasize a lot when I'm with Marcus or on my own, I would never wiggle my butt or bend suggestively for just anyone! Guess I lead some kind of "double life" that way... marm on the outside, spanko in the inside (and whatever would I do if Marcus hadn't introduced me to spanking?)

But I can forgive the makers of the quiz for that... as I said, it's a cute pink graphic up there :-)

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Speaking of double-life and spankos in their everyday life...

I am currently catching up with fellow spankos' blogs which I haven't been able to visit the past weeks. In my favorite site Creative Coaching Concepts, the blog owner Miss F asks us girls to do this hairbrush experiment in public (like flashing a fat wooden hairbrush in a train). If the social experiment goes well, the vanillas won't give a second look but presumably, the spankos will. Interesting like "wear your fetish to work day", isn't it? You can read more about it here. Unfortunately though, I wouldn't know where to try this experiment myself (I don't ride public transportation often), although I just wish I could try this in a train at rush hour and see what happens :-D

/Carolyn

Have you ever been discovered?

2007-09-18T10:11:00.000+02:00

First of all, I apologize to you all for the long delay in our posting. In the first weeks, as you know, Marcus was down with something (we actually thought it was salmonella since it coincided with some salmonella news here; but eventually we were able to rule it out). Then came the mountain of work for me, and it was just impossible to find time and blog! So again, my apologies.

Since no "real" spankings have been going on these past weeks (if you exclude playful ones that don't leave a mark, and zen spankings which I talked about recently), I thought I'd take a look at our own spanking photo archives from last year, to inspire me back to blogging.

I found this particularly cute pyjama picture of Marcus, from about this time of the year last year:

My broad brush had been used, resulting in pink round markings that raise slightly from the skin. Usch!

The funny thing is that my mom actually gave those pyjamas to us as a present (red for Marcus and blue for me -- our favorite colors), but she has no idea (to my knowledge anyway) that we have mostly been using it as a spanking costume. Perhaps if she mistakenly gets her way to this page, she will recognize the pattern from the pyjamas she had bought from Thailand.

I don't know how many of us would be able to share our kink with a family member. I've read some interviews of professional spankers (those that produce spanking movies), and how some of them have had to tell their parents so as not to lead a double life of sorts. As a "hobbyist", we never really felt a compulsion to divulge our hobby to anyone who knows us personally, but I remember how (because I failed to move some spanking pictures to another folder), my sister saw one of my red-butt pictures early on when Marcus and I became a couple.

I was showing her some cute couple pictures of us at Marcus' apartment, and as soon as I scrolled to the next picture, we were both surprised that it was a butt on the screen!

I deleted the picture in a hurry, red in my face as I would imagine. My butt was only slightly pink (it was one of our first spanking sessions, so I was eventually sorry that II deleted it), and Marcus -- who was worried that I might get turned off by the pain I wasn't used to by then -- fetched some re-freezable ice blocks to put on my bottom. So, the picture was actually of my pink butt, framed by a blue ice block!

I just explained it quickly to my sister as a game we tried, and then clumsily changed the topic (I even tried to say that it was Marcus' butt, hopefully she didn't stare at the picture long enough to see that it was womanly hips on the picture). Then, we never talked about the picture again. How embarrasing!!!

So my question for today stems from this personal experience of mine. Have any of you ever been discovered by a "vanilla" acquaintance, friend, or relative one time or another? How did you feel? How did you try to explain your way out of it, or did you just share the whole lot?

Polls at Blogflux don't work right now, so I would love to have your stories as comments, out of curiosity and to see weather anyone has the same experience as me!

/Carolyn

The nurse and the zen spanking

2007-09-03T17:19:00.000+02:00

Marcus is currently not feeling so well, so any serious spankings are put on hold for the moment. Instead, I am busy taking care of the poor sick boy -- a great time to fantasize about being strict mom or nurse. I did get an unusual request from my "patient" yesterday though. When his head was aching and I asked if he needed a massage, he instead asked for some light spankings...

Before you say that it was mean of me to oblige, it really wasn't a hard spanking, I can say that. I don't know what to call them really, but they've been called "zen spanking" elsewhere: light-to-medium hard taps on regular intervals, made to make you relax and be very aware at the same time. They're not so hard to make one cringe, but not so light that you are not aware of them. Rather, all your thoughts concentrate on ... well, nothing at all. They just float there somewhere, on a point between the ceiling and your rosy butt cheeks. It is a spanko's state of no-mind, and I can assure you that it is very relaxing.

So, that is what Marcus requested, and I couldn't resist turning it into a small game, with me as the therapist, releasing Marcus of his negative energies. I sat on the bed beside him, just spanking decisively and talking gently. When I asked him, he actually said it took some pain away from his head -- probably my zen spankings gave him some other sort of pain to think about. After a 10- to 15- minute session, he was sufficiently relaxed and sufficiently tired, and slept like a baby. Then I sneaked this picture (I think the butt looked rosier than it looks in the picture though!)

I sound like a spanking testimonial here, but this is actually one of the wonders of a spanking relationship: it has so many dimensions, all loving, but with different degrees of intensity, seriousness, playfulness, even different purposes! Everyone would benefit in this stressed world if you could enter 15-minute spanking parlors during your lunch break, don't you think? Almost all domestic violence will disappear, too. We all need that endorphin rush from time to time, or that feeling of being punished, forgiven and caressed -- all of which the world of spanking can give. But before I start marketing consensual spanking as a cure-all, I'll stop here.

Just wish Marcus a get-well-soon, everyone, and send your zen spankings over for his speedy recovery!

P.S. Some religious weirdo has posted an incredibly long comment on many spanking blogs (including mine), about god's wrath and sexual deviancy blah blah blah. Well, not that I read the whole "document" of his, but ... where did this weirdo come from? Anyway, he's bonkers and antisocial enough not to know that comments can be deleted, and will be if the blog owner sees fit. And by the way, that person deserves a serious spanking with a "holy" paddle (which is what I call a paddle with holes) just because I saw his comment first thing in the morning. Ugh! D.S.

Two very strict Swedish spanking stories

2007-08-30T07:33:00.000+02:00

I was born after the Swedish spanking ban, so my knowledge about spankings in the past is limited and a bit abstract. From what I understand, spankings where actually pretty common in the past (not so long ago), even in Sweden, and I’m interested, or rather fascinated about the descriptions of spankings of those times. Perhaps it’s my interest in history, how people actually lived, how they thought, and so on, combined with my spanking fetish? In order to try to get the picture I’ve been surfing the web for stories of that time. Here are two I found at this site (in Swedish). I don’t know if they are true. I think that they seem to be a bit excessive and severe but they could at least based on some truth. On the other hand, since I don’t know anything about those times, what do I know? Can someone, older person who grew up in Sweden perhaps, help me gauge if these stories are reasonably plausible to have truly happened, and if they even could be commom/representative of the times? If anyone have more info about the spankings of the time (in Sweden or elsewhere), feel free to offer it.

A general note: it seems that Swedish parents spanked a lot 60-40 years ago. Especially in rural, and religious areas. I (Marcus) translated some of them to English (that is, supposedly real stories from older Swedes who experienced disciplinary spanking). The pictures come from my collection which I built up in my computer over the years, so please just don't mind that the implements in the stories are sometimes not what they should be in the pictures!

Here comes a story about a spanking in the South of Sweden.

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Gabriella: spanking with the brush

I grew up in Småland (a province south of Stockholm) in the 50's, when spankings still were commonly occurring. I was myself spanked a lot as a child. My mom spanked me, and my two sisters, while my dad mostly spanked my brother. Dad usually used the belt on my brother and on some rare occasions on my sisters and me.

Usually we were sent up to mom and dad’s bedroom when it was time to get spanked. Once there, you had to wait for mom to arrive. Mom kept us waiting, to give us time to reflect about what was going to happen. After what felt like an eternity she arrived and stepped in the room with a strict look on her face.

"Gabriella, you know what you’ve done so let’s get this over with. Lift your skirt to your waist and pull the panties down!"

If it was hand-spanking, mom sat down on the bed while you had to lie down in her lap.

If it was the wooden bath brush that were to slap your butt, mom piled some pillows on the foot board at the end of the bed. Then your torso would rest on the bed and the pillows raised the hips so that your back was arched and your butt cheeks pointed straight up in the air. The legs were draped along the foot board, and the feet where touching the floor. Mom always forced me to part my legs so that I wouldn’t clench my butt during the punishment. That made it hurt even more, and it also made it harder not to cry when you where unable to clench when the brush smacked you. I believed that I was alone in having to part my legs during spankings, but after surfing some the Internet I realize now that that it wasn’t the case.

Normally mom used her hand to vigorously spank our butts for a couple a minutes, usually that meant a couple hundred spanks over all of the cheeks and some of the thighs. In my teens, when mom used the bath brush, I never got less then 50 spanks on my butt. If you made a fuss during the spanking, put your legs together, threw your hands back or tried to twist around, you got 10 extra strokes for each “offense”, unless you fussed before the first 25 strokes had been given, in which case mom stared from the beginning, from zero. In the times that I got many extra strokes, I just couldn’t control myself and I “fussed” again and again, and I received extra strokes upon extra strokes. During those instances, my mom called dad to hold me down while she continued to spank and spank.

I screamed, howled and cried rivers during these sessions, but my mom just continued spanking mechanically until I received all the spanks. It was terrible, my butt was filled with yellow and purple bruises and the skin was deep red. After the punishment I had to kiss mom’s hand, make a curtsy and thank her for the punishment while the tears were flowing down my face. Then it was straight to bed!

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Here is another story from that collection of "confessions", more severe, and this time from the north of Sweden.

Ulrika's Story

My name is Ulrika and I’m 53 years old. I have read the stories on your page and I though that I could write some about my own upbringing. I was raised with spankings and as Lisa (Ed: another person who contributes to the collection of stories), I don’t think highly about my parents. As in Lisa’s case, I nevertheless am fascinated by spanking and find it to be a turn on.

I grew up in the northern provinces, in a small village, where everybody, including my parents, where deeply religious. Almost all children where raised by strict parents, and spankings where absolutely nothing uncommon. Sometimes you could notice how your classmates grimaced when the sat down in school. Then you knew that they had been spanked the previous day.

We went to church every week and the clergyman advised the parents that children needed to be spanked when naughty. When it came to spanking, my parents where no exceptions, today however, I wouldn’t call it spanking, but rather verging on abuse. But spanking was legal at the time so I had nothing to say about it. You just had to accept that you got spanked if you misbehaved. I can’t even remember the first time I got spanked, it was something that followed me through all of my childhood.

When I was younger both my mom and my dad spanked me. Usually I was placed over the lap. I believe that spankings always were given on the bare butt, except when in public. Then it was only skirt up or pants down. Mom and dad spanked with the hand until my butt was deep red. I was always spanked until I was reduced to blubbering. According to mom, who had a similar upbringing, it was important to the break the will of the child. That meant that spankings where given until, you where so exhausted that you just lay still and took the spanking despite burning and aching butt cheeks.

When I became a bit older, around 10-12, my parents started to use a wooden hairbrush to spank me with for more serious “crimes”. My grandma used the same hairbrush to spank my mom when she was young. It wasn’t unusual for my grandparents to be around when I get spanked. At one of those instances, I was about 10, when I just climbed out of mom’s lap after a spanking, my grandma said to mom:

"Isn’t Ulrika a bit to old for hand-spanking? You’re spoiling the girl. When you where in Ulrika’s age you certainly got the hairbrush."

"Yes, I sure remember that," mom answers.

"I still have the brush at home, I’ll bring it so you can start spanking Ulrika for real when she
doesn’t behave."

When I heard this I got scared and my crying increased. And since then I got to feel the smacking of that brush.

This was much worse then and-spanking, but after a couple of years you got used to the brush as well. When I was about 14, a new spanking implement was introduced. From now on it was that carpet beater for more serious “crimes”. I wasn’t always given the carpet beater; sometimes I was still spanked over that lap with the hairbrush. I never got used to the carpet beater, and it was really awful to get it. I was as scared and nervous the first time I was going to get it as in the last time, which was just some weeks before I turned 21.

My parents further thought that the humiliation was as important part of the punishment as the actual pain. So when I reached puberty, and started to become a woman, dad was the one giving me the spankings. Imagine how embarrassing it was as a teenager being naked in front of your dad, especially in the position, in which I received the carpet beater.

I would like to tell you all about the spankings I got when I was 16-17, and older. When I’d done something bad, dad said:

"Well Ulrika, then you and I will have to have one of our special conversations with each other."

The “conversation” simply implied me lying in over dad’s lap or on the bed, receiving a big spanking. I was given ether the hairbrush or the carpet beater. I wasn’t told which one I was going to get, instead I was sent up to my room in order to prepare. That meant that I had to remove all my clothing except for my socks and my bra. Then it was the waiting. Sometimes dad waited a full hour before he arrived to spank me. Sitting virtually naked on the bed, waiting was awful, and feeling the fear grows stronger and stronger. Would he come in 5, 20 or 60 minutes? The lump in my throat and the butterflies in my belly almost made me “pee in my pants”. Would I get the hairbrush over the lap, or would I get the dreadful carpet beater? How many strokes? Would I be told the number of strokes before the spanking? Would I have to count them?

And then, finally, I could hear dad’s steps up the stairs. If he instantly went to my door, I knew it was going to be the hairbrush that would spank me to tears. If it there was a long pause, some very long seconds, and I heard the hallway closet being opened, then I knew that he was going to get the carpet beater.

Klick, klack, Klick , klack, the steps echoed outside my door and then it became quiet. I tensed in anticipation as I stared at the door handle to my room, would it be pushed down instantly? Klick, some squeaking, the hallway closet opened. I froze in terror when I realized that it was the carpet beater that shortly would be swishing down on my butt. Dad opened the door holding the carpet beater, I instantly stood up, legs shaking.

"So, my daughter, as you can see your mother and I have decided that you need a dose of the carpet beater."

"How many will I get dad?"

"We’ll see, until I think that you had enough and your resistance is gone, buy the way, you don’t have to count them today sweetie."

That meant that the worst spanking awaited me. Not being told the number of strokes meant that it would be a lot. That I, on top of that, didn’t have to count them meant that the punishment was going to be very severe. Dad knew that it wasn’t any idea for me trying to count the strokes anyway when the strokes were many. I still lost count regardless due to the terrible pain.

"Okay, Ulrika, get the pillow!"

"Yes dad."

In my cabinet I had an especially thick and hard pillow, which I was placed over when given the carpet beater. I got the pillow and placed it in the middle of the bed.

"Then, lie down over the bed!"

I climbed up on the bed and draped myself over the pillow so that the lower part of my belly was resting on it. Then it was just to wait for my dad’s instructions, that would put my butt into the most vulnerable position possible.

"Ulrika, move forward a bit!"

I slide forward, feeling how my butt being raised further up in the air.

"Good, assume the spanking position!"

Ooooh, assuming this familiar position was really awful. I brought my arms forward and gripped the edge of the bed, buried my face in the mattress, arched my lower back, and parted my legs. I stared snivelling some when I parted my legs so that the knees where about 50-60cm (20-24”) from each other. Now I was in the position I been taught to be in when given the carpet beater. My butt was now the highest point of my body and my butt cheeks where ready for the punishment. I was painfully aware how it looked, and what I displayed in front of dad. With the butt pouting up and my cheeks apart, nothing was left to the imagination, my vagina and my anus were both displayed. My “lower lips” were also parted some.

"Good Ulrika, let’s start. If you put your legs together, twist your hips or let go of the grip of the bed frame, you and I will have to have yet another conversation tomorrow, right?"

"Yes dad," I answered pitifully.

If I didn’t cooperate during the punishment, I knew that I could expect an additional spanking the following day. Every time I put my legs together, let go of the bed frame I would receive 6 more spanks the next day, in the exact same position, and with the carpet beater. Dad and I both knew that I was bound to fail to comply if he only hit me long and hard enough. I actually suspect that he sometimes did it on purpose sometimes just to have the pleasure to spank me again the next day too.

Dad lay the carpet beater on my butt for a while, the he tapped my butt with it for a couple of seconds. Then he rubbed my butt with it. This gave me with strange sensations. The knot in my belly grew bigger, but it also started to tingle between my legs. The feeling of the carpet beater this close to my genitals aroused me. This added to my shame and humiliation as my lips started swelling, and I could feel hoe the clitoris stiffened. Dad must have observed this, but he never said a single word about I during all the years I was spanked in this position. Over the years I got more and more turned on by the spankings. The last times, when I was in my 20’s, I know that I even was wet.

I felt the carpet beater raise from my butt cheeks and I prepared myself for the first blow. I tried to relax, although it wasn’t exactly easy. I closed my eyes, clenched my jaw and hugged the bed frame tightly. BANG! The first stroke hits my wide-open butt, and that hard. For a tenth of a second nothing was felt, then the sting and burn washes over you. I clenched my jaw even more without making a sound. Swish BANG! The next stroke lands on the same spot, right in the middle of my butt. I’m still quiet. BANG! The stroke hits my left cheek only, and the tip of the carpet beater wraps around, hitting the inside of that cheek very close to the vagina. I grunt some, but I don’t scream. BANG! Ahaaa. Same stroke again, but this time the edge off the carpet beater hit close to my anus. The pain is so terrible that I scream for the first time. BANG! BANG! Aaaahhh Aeiii! Dad gives me two more in rapid succession across both cheeks. A faint “ah” leaves my lips and I can feel how the tears start to burn I my eyes. BANG! This one hits low on my right thigh, and now dad starts hitting as hard as he can. AAAhh! I scream a bit louder this time. BANG! Another one, full force, left thigh, and the edge of the carpet beater hit very close to my genitals. Now I lose it, I scream loudly Aaahh!!!! I sniffle and teardrop rolls down my face. BANG! The stroke hit my left thigh and a scream once more Aaahh!!!. The tears were now rolling steadily down my face, and my sobs increased. BANG! Ow! BANG! Ohh! BANG! Aaaouw ooohhhh! 3 strokes in rapid succession in the middle of the butt across both cheeks again. I start crying and the tears fell faster. BANG! BANG! Both ones hit my right cheek. BANG! Another one on the left cheek, and it hit my anus. AAHHHH, OOhhhhh, aowww, I scream for all that I’m worth, and I start to cry hysterically. I really try, with all my might, to keep my legs apart, but the pain is too bad, and I involuntarily put my legs together. Dad wait a couple of seconds until I’ve regained some of my self control.

"Ulrika, now we will have to have our “conversation” tomorrow as well. Part your legs again!"

I part them. Dad raises the carpet beater again, and brings it down with all his might on my lacerated butt. My cries and howls echoes through the house and I fling my head back for every blow. Dad waits patiently for me to resume my spanking-position before the next stroke. I cry non stop for the rest of the punishment. The tears were flooding and stream down my face, and I can feel how the mattress was soaked. After an endless row of strokes on my butt and thighs I loosen the grip of the bed frame two times in order to rub my butt. Dad carefully counted how many times that happened. Finally, after some more strokes, I run out of mental energy, and a collapse into a hiccupping, crying and sobbing pile, faintly shouting as the strokes continues to rain down my deep red, sore and skinned butt. My skin was scratched in some places. After an eternity, it ends. I lie down, immobilized, over the pillow that raises my butt for the carpet beater.

"Ulrika, you had 38 strokes. Your backside is really battered, but you’ve deserved it. You didn’t comply throughout the punishment so unfortunately we will have to do this tomorrow as well. You’ll get 18 strokes tomorrow evening. Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Thank you dad for punishing me. Sorry that I didn’t take my punishment so well."

"That’s good Ulrika. I send mom up so she can rub some ointment on your butt"

Dad pats my lower back, and kiss my forehead before leaving. Some minutes later my mom arrives. She sits down on the bed beside me, and patting and hugging me.

"Ohh, my little sweetie. Poor you, so much you’ve been spanked. But I know how it feels. Your grandpa had a real rattan cane that I got to taste on my bare butt."

I look at her, and I can see that she’s been crying. Mom always felt bad when I was to be spanked with the carpet beater. She washes my butt with a wet sponge, then she massage my butt with some ointment. She also gives me a couple of aspirins and a glass of water.

"So, try to get some sleep now dear"

I stand up, on shaking legs, remove the pillow and the bed spread. I crawl down under the sheets and lie down on my belly. I’m still crying. After about half an hour, my crying subsides to a faint sniffling. With the immediate pain gone, it starts to tingle down there once more. I can’t stop thinking back at my spanking, how I lay there, with the butt in the air, feeling the carpet beater dancing on my butt. I arch my back, raise my butt in a similar position to that which I’m spanked in. My right hand travels down to my pussy, I’m wet. I insert the right hand, middle- and index finger into my vagina and start thrusting them in and out. With my left hand I caress my clitoris until I finally cum in a fantastic orgasm.

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Hoped you liked the stories!
/Marcus

Show me your sloggi!

2007-08-23T21:05:00.000+02:00

While reading an internet forum this week (that had nothing to do with fetish), we came across a link to an interesting contest called "Show me your sloggi". Actually, the author of the comment tried to feign disinterest with the contest and the pictures there, but shared the link anyway. Heheh. Typical. Thanks for that though! B-)

Basically, the point of the contest is this: you put up a picture of your bum online (by country -- in our case Sweden of course), and visitors can vote for whose butt they think looks the best. Especially after my "MyButt: I'm lovin' it" entry (and my comment to a comment there), this makes me think: whose butt looks best, really? The pseudo-philosopher in me wonders if this contest is actually perpetuating or changing our idea of what a good-looking butt should look like. Who dictates it and who shapes who -- the viewers, or the underwear manufacturers and the fashion world? For instance, the main page of this contest show their own model's butts, with the headline: "See beautiful bums". When one clicks on this link, (to get to the butts with the best votes), the top of the roster show pictures of butts in that suspiciously generic shape in somewhat glossy-magazine poses... Maybe they just shouldn't have turned this butt-sharing PR-stint into a contest -- the kind of promotes a certain way to judge beauty by and puts a premium on a beauty standard that have after all been created by their industry.

I say the Dove ads rule over this Sloggi PR. And I'm not posting my butt there anyway (because most of my butt pictures show them bruised or welted anyway... The voters might not think that that's sexy no matter what we think!) Besides, I don't own a pair of Sloggis. Ha haH!

Still, I would like to hear what you guys think... is this the classic MTV-like imposition of norms? Or do you think that the contest is democratic since people get to vote out of their different tastes? Who influences who, and do you see that as a good or a bad thing?

MyButt: I'm lovin' it!

2007-08-18T17:10:00.000+02:00

They say you can never look at yourself from behind, but that doesn't stop you from loving it...

I know, I know... I'm totally hogging the scene in this blog whereas Marcus now prefers to stay on the sidelines and to read my (slowly increasing) entries instead. I have to think of some "project" for him to write about someday >;-D In the meantime, you'll keep on hearing from moi...

First, an observation. One of the other wonders about blogging about one's spanking journey is a kind of "relationship", empathy or understanding you suddenly share with other fellow spanko bloggers. Lately I have been able to relate to almost every spanko blogger entry I've come across. I read their spanking fantasies, their sensation while being spanked, being taken over by this blogging addiction, etc. and I think to myself, "Exactly, sistahs!" :-)

There was actually a time (in my sheltered youth!) when I thought this whole world of spanking and BSDM was strange one and that only "fake" people and fabricated personalities engaged in such activities. Quite the contrary! In fact, it was stupid of me to have thought this, which shows that it's always wrong to give judgement on people whom you don't really understand. People whose blogs I have read and who have shared their experiences with people like me are in fact some of the most honest, genuine people I have heard from, definitely much more true to themselves than some of the religious marms whom I grew up with. Also, being in a spanking relationship myself at present, I should be one of the first to know that spanking is possible in stable, commited relationships of people who truly love each other. It's not all that strange from any other sort of sex life or love life ... except this one is a tad more exciting and a just bit kinkier, to use some English understatements!

Being in this world is perhaps one of the best, most liberating, self-discovering events that has happened to me. This leads me to my second point, a revelation:

Within the two years I have been spanked and have been giving spankings, not only has my own self-image but even the image that I have with my own butt improved. It has changed from indifference, to self-consciousness, to (thankfully), a confidence in my own skin... or rather, my own backside.

When I started out with spanking, I was actually very conscious of how my butt looked like. I never thought that I would ever be conscious of it in the past, but after a few butt-fetish conversations with Marcus then, I was convinced that I wasn't blessed with oh-so-spankable "double juicys," which at that time, kind of depressed me. Too bad that butt transplants were expensive, risky and just plain silly, I thought. Besides, who would want to sit on a kind of hard cushion 24/7? I found this obsession of wanting to make my butt look bigger kind of strange and against-the-grain. Actually, most European girls probably have a butt-problem of the opposite nature: magazines depict the ideal model's backside to be slim, not shapely. Advertisements thrive on the "need" to reduce one's hip- and thigh fat. If they only knew how I would like to grow hip fat!!! Since the only fat I grow I seem to tuck under my belly, I even had a 6-month stint at the gym, working out my legs and my butt at the quite lazy pace of twice a week. I don't actually know if it worked or if it was just wishful thinking; at any case, I moved to indoor cycling which I also thought would improve my butt tone.

Yet, even then (I was enjoying myself to much with the cycling perhaps, so that I wasn't thinking primarily of my butt anymore?), I started to become "friends" with my butt. I never made any conscious decision to. Just one day, probably because of a particularly good spanking or a particularly loving butt-pat, I learned to be comfortable with how it looked -- regardless if it still isn't the most oh-so-spankable booty there is. When we started watching spanking videos, I realized even that butts indeed came in all shapes and sizes and mine was nothing to be ashamed of, as all the other parts of me. And like a good pat on the back, it felt good inside to know this. Externally speaking, this poured into other things: I started loving how my profile looked in a skirt, I'm now always on time for bikini-waxing and eventual plucking so I can use my sexy underwear more often (though I must admit I'm a sucker for the comfortable cotton ones). I also regularly moisturize my butt cheeks after the shower. But internally, I in fact learned to appreciate not only myself butt the humongous variety of body types there is in this world. I no longer look at big-butted people bitterly, nor do I envy them now. Instead, I learned to appreciate good-looking butts of all sizes when I see them, and actually manage to smile to myself authentically.

How about you? Are you comfortable with your butt? Please feel free to add your vote and to leave a comment if I missed anything out!

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/Carolyn

Food and fetish

2007-08-15T20:23:00.000+02:00

I don't know if it's the blogging that is affecting my subconscious or if the subconscious thoughts that were always there just got a chance to be heard -- and are therefore making their presence ever-known to me -- since I started this blog (or "we" rather, because -- despite me hogging all the blog space here-- Marcus was the one who actually had the idea of starting this up and I would never have considered it without his suggestion).

But here's what I know. Since starting this blog of ours, I...

1. Have been having vivid dreams that involved spanking, bondage, and sexuality almost every day. Some are sexy, and some are just plain weird. The weirdest one so far came to me a few nights ago. It involved me being tied on my back to a giant cheese wheel, my arms bound together, my knees apart and my feet on the cheese -- probably anticipating some light flogging. I imagined that you guys (the readers of this blog) loved the pictures of the cheese-bondage, and Marcus and I eventually came up with a series of close-ups involving my hands or my feet tied to various blocks of cheeses of different sizes and variants.

I know... it's crazy. But incidentally, while trying to find a picture of a giant cheese wheel, I found this picture of a milk maid lying on one, her butt pointed at the air and her feet seemingly held up. There are a few differences in our poses alright, but she could also be taunting you for a spank, don't you think?

(Picture by Don Emmert, AFP/Getty Images -- who may not be at all flattered that I have used his picture in this site. On the other hand, you never can tell!)

2. I realized since a few weeks ago that I really *really* enjoy anal play. Mostly, I enjoy touching Marcus' hole, just flicking my fingers around its edges, looking at it and even smelling it from time to time. I know that it sounds pervy... I would have thought so a few months back myself. However, I can't explain the feeling of plain excitement that I get from just having my fingers nearby, pinching some flesh now and then. Sometimes I even think I could get carried away massaging him this way and find my bare finger there by surprise! On the other hand, I find that Marcus' little peeps of surprise during these moments when I'm just about to enter my fingers are one of the most pleasurable sounds I have ever heard. During my recent visit to the hospital, I even managed to steal a bunch of latex gloves to fulfill my mounting curiosity and to satisfy my itchy fingers... :-D

This leads me to think that the strap-on is the way to go from here. Strap-ons were just plain invented for people like me! At the moment however, with neither a dildo nor a strap-on in my possession, one can be amazed at how necessity (or just plain desire to fulfill a curiosity) becomes the mother of invention. Funny as it seems to me now, I actually got the permission to use a carrot to fulfill my purpose -- an opportunity that I jumped at with eagerness! Haha! I actually laugh like an evil lady-dom when I perform these things on a probably humiliated Marcus. Actually though, I was actually very gentle -- when I wasn't over-excited, that is -- and I asked him a lot about what he felt, what he liked or didn't like. On the whole, my man here reports that he likes it, despite the strange choice of implement.

I swear I will never look at carrots the same way again though (however healthy and delicious these vegetables are)! Luckily, while looking for other weirdos like me under Google (searching for "carrot + butt" :-D) I found out that I am also in good company. Long ago, our dear friend Arnold Swarzenegger also tried to place a carrot between someone's butt cheeks (full article here). The difference between him and me though, is that I actually succeeded!

Spanking contract, anyone?

2007-08-12T15:11:00.000+02:00

It's been a few days since I posted my first survey and though, as initially expected, many answered that they usually spank their partners as play, foreplay, play-fighting, or teasing -- I love that myself too -- I'm surprised that nobody confessed to having a spanking contract!

I thought I knew such a thing existed -- The Spanking Couple was said to have a sort of agreement like that according to this interview. But perhaps I'm just not up to speed with my spanking terminology? After all, I've only started reading and blog-hopping spanking sites regularly when we finally went out and opened this site! Perhaps I should have called it Domestic Discipline instead of spanking contract? On the other hand, I haven't delineated the real differences between the two. DD seems to involve rules of behavior whereas erotic spanking and D/s do not?

So anyway, I searched for "spanking contract" in Google, and guess what I found?

A spanking contract! More like an authorization or letter of consent though, don't you think? Not the type I had in mind, but highly interesting anyway!

It even comes with a random number-of-spanks generator, which shows you a (random) appropriate punishment depending if you've been plain Naughty (which seems to start fromt the 20s) to Very Bad (at least 80+ spankings). And if you can't decide which what implement to give all those spankings with, --tah dah!-- there's a Random Implement Selector as well. Now all you need to do is select some random spankings and a random implement (plus a reason to be spanked of course), and fill in the blanks in your spanking contract to begin!

So what are you guys waiting for?

My punished butt is a bratty butt no more

2007-08-10T20:13:00.000+02:00

A question for readers at the end of this entry, if any care to answer :-)

But first things first, I here post the pictures of last weekend's punished butt, as promised...

I enjoy these after-spanking photo-shoots tremendously, actually. I love raising my butt to the camera. I feel naughty and nice and I get wet almost without fail, especially if the spanking had been a pretty intense one. In fact, I would say these are one of those times when I feel the sexiest... Has the punished slut learned her lesson after all? Hmm... maybe not.

Anyway, Abby from the Little Red Schoolhouse raised a comment in the last post about mustering the courage to buy and try the carpet beater. For my part at least, I think the pain is worth it. I mean, any other implement will hurt -- that's always the given precondition anyway, isn't it? But what other implement gives you such uniquely patterned markings? :-) I think they're almost... elegant. They're not the brutish type of markings from the belt or from the brush. Instead, the red curves almost look like calligraphy, or a patterned tattoo.

Besides, although the carpet beater definitely hurts (it's stingy but also feels hard on impact), the butt never gets any large sore-spots like in belting. Really, belting is nice but it also gets really unbearable sometimes when the belt keeps on hitting one single sore spot over and over again and you finally feel like your skin will just lift off with the belt. It's not so with carpet beating, where I feel I get just the right amount of sting (as opposed to those dreadful birches!) and also the right amount of "thud" and still feel punished. Actually, I am prepared to change my first ever entry and put "carpet beater" as one of my favorite implements to be given to me as well.

The carpet beater is, in my opinion anyway, an implement to be used with a sense of "balance" or care to the one being spanked. Believe me, even the slightest taps can hurt really much, not to mention the ones given in full swing. As the giver of carpet-beating spankings, I think it's important to know that it has great effect for so little spanking effort (really, try it on yourself!). That way, your partner won't be in for a shock! Also, carpet beaters come in different sizes, but I prefer the smaller ones which have less risk of hitting the small of the back, which is very painful when hit.

The day after the carpetbeating, my butt looked like this. Not bad, eh?

~ Now to my question, which I hope some of you readers will oblige: ~

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Multiple choice is allowed. I think Marcus and I fit in two categories (the first and the last) but would like to explore the second. Since part of this blog's purpose is for us to get tips from others, I thought asking first was polite :-) We would like to know the experiences of others from such a contract, and how it is better / different from the other types of spanking.

Hope to hear from some, at least! Thanks in advance,
/Carolyn

Carolyn gets the carpet beater

2007-08-07T20:40:00.000+02:00

...yep, that's me. Or not actually "me" since we were role-playing.

I love role-playing as part of our spanking games. Not only do I get to live out another "life" but also, when the scenarios turn out to be good, I feel myself truly guilty (or righteous, depending if I'm receiving or giving the spanks) after the whole scene is done. Since I haven't yet written about spankings given to me (I don't miss out on the spanking fun you know!), I thought this past weekend's carpet-beating is a good story to begin, especially since it involved a successful role-play.

I don't actually know what possessed me to ask for a spanking that day. It's just that some days I really feel like being punished good. It also felt unfair that Marcus had been getting all the beatings. It's not that I regret giving them to him. I just wanted my share of the excitement, apprehension, tension and release which he had been enjoying mostly in our countryside vacation.

Unlike Marcus though, I'm a sissy when it comes to birches. I could even say I hate birches touching my butt. It feels like electrocution! I would rather get (and do actually) bluish bruises and week-long sore spots on my bottom rather than bend to the birches. So that morning, I asked to be spanked with a carpet beater in the afternoon, and oh was I so apprehensive when lunchtime came!

As a rule, we don't spank each other directly after lunch. It's not good for digestion, you know. Rather, we wait a few hours after... which meant that after lunch I have a window of some hours to be at rest but on my toes, to let it slowly sink in to me what would soon happen to my butt in a few hours. In these hours I usually think about what scenario would be best to put me in the mood for being spanked. Imagining my different life actually takes my mind off the impending pain and gets me excited for the spanking, in the way I sometimes imagine spankable strangers being spanked on my lap. At the same time though, I am a bit in tension. I am trying to remember how it felt like to be hit by a carpet beater, and since it was quite some time ago I begin to wonder if my choice of implement was the right one.

After a few hours I was no longer Carolyn and settled for a role as the high school slut. (Heheh ;-) ) This naughty young girl leaves the house with friends dressed in party clothes: a skimpy jeans skirt that leaves nothing much to the imagination, a top with such a low neckline that she reveals a hint of black bra. She's wearing high heeled pumps and as much flashy jewelry that only a tasteless high school girl can get away with. Before leaving, she absentmindedly promises her parents she'll be back before midnight but conveniently forgets this fact. She thinks her parents are way to lenient anyway, especially her mom, and her dad had just always said words of warning without giving her anything worse than a grounding.

But not this time, when she pushes her limits and gets back home at past 4 in the morning, dropped at the gate by one of her boyfriends. Little did she know that her dad has been waiting for hours in the kitchen, half worried and now absolutely set that he would have to show his naughty girl a lesson.

"Dad, you're... you're awake," she blurted surprisingly, as she hadn't expected anybody to be awake in the house at this hour. Perhaps she was even planning on calling a boyfriend from her bedroom for some after-party pillow talk. However, this plan didn't seem to be a good idea as soon as her dad opened his mouth.

"You're right young lady. Do you have any idea what time is it right now?"

"Ah, yeah sorry, I didn't really have a watch you know. I..."

"That's no goddamn excuse!" dad said strictly, almost shouting it between his teeth. "Look at you -- look at that slutty attire, you call that clothes? ... Noo, don't interrupt me young woman! Or rather, young brat is what you are!"

This paralysed her. Interrupting or talking back was probably not a good idea either. She just wished she had just spent the night at her boyfriend's, or otherwise dissolve into the floor right here right now. When she looked down at her feet though, she felt strange being there in the kitchen as she was dressed, in front of her dad and being reprimanded...

...reprimanded that they have been far too lenient with her, that she had been going home later and later into the night, that she was too young to stay out as late at this, and that she had not even introduced any of her party friends to the parents. Who were they that dropped her off at the gate after parties? Were they even the same person? Were they reliable people? Is she in relationships with any of them? They didn't raise her to be a loose party girl who would spread her legs for any guy. Besides, the phone bills were mounting and her grades were deteriorating. This had better not go on, and dad will make sure it ends right NOW!

Dad reaches out for the first implement he sees in the cleaning cabinet -- the carpet beater -- and drags her as she resists, screaming, down his lap. He quickly warns her to stay quiet, or else! Then he proceeds to give her some carpet beatings on her skirt. Moans of resistance continued, and dad wasn't too happy.

"That doesn't hurt yet, young lady," he said lifting her skirt to prove a point that the spankings can hit in more sensitive places aside from jeans. He wasn't too happy either that her little girl was too... sexual. My oh my, she needed some straightening up! She squeals and tries to get away, but dad's hands were fast around her waist. He gives her some lecturing between single slaps, and then proceeds faster, faster, faster until she couldn't stay still anymore, squeals came involuntarily from out of her mouth.

"That's it! You scream too much. Down on that sofa!", he pointed to the sofa arm for her to lean on. Her bottom was already stinging, and she rubbed them vigorously while looking at daddy with a pleading face. "Down. On the sofa. Now!"

She obeyed.

"I'm going to give you 16 hard ones. You're NOT to scream or shout OR move position, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'm going to be strict with you, and if you move, it doesn't count."

Oh, every one of them hurted! A couple of times, she couldn't help moving, she screamed or wiggled and stood up, but that didn't help. As her father had said, it only earned her more beatings. She had to stand each one if she didn't want to endure even more. She screamed between her teeth instead, contorting her face to the pain, hugging the pillow in the sofa as her only access to comfort at that time.

She wasn't the one doing the counting, so somewhere during those very hard spanks, she just cried. It still hurt, and she still had some energy to wiggle if she wanted to, but she felt... dirty, repentant and thus rightly punished. She also felt sorry for herself as she hugged her pillow and received the rest of the spanks. Each one was heavy, each one stung and burnt her skin.

She was still crying when dad had ended, she stayed in position and felt sorry for herself. When her dad said she could finally stand up, her face was in tears, and she instantly threw herself to her father's arm for comfort.

"I'm sorry daddy!", she managed between sobs. "I'll try ... to be good."

"That's good baby," he embraced her close and rubbed her back." You should. You should."

You guessed it! My butt pictures on the next post so please stay tuned!

Day after birching...

2007-08-04T10:25:00.000+02:00

...A continuation of the story from the previous post, from Marcus' point of view.

After Carolyn's birching (from her last post), my bottom was ablaze and I was totally spent and exhausted. Despite not being able to cry I still felt small, vulnerable and most of all, punished. I really needed a big hug and some comforting words.

You would understand if your butt also looked something like this instantly after:

The sharp stingy sensation quickly faded after a couple of minutes, although the nice afterglow -- constant lingering pain that is -- lasted on my butt for several hours. It was actually quite nice. That is, untill I took my shower. Oooouch! The water stung, bad! Carolyn said she could hear my ouches from downstairs!

Also, previous birchings never left any marks besides some small spots where the birch tips had hit so I expected nothing more this thime either. I was pleasantly surprised though when I woke up next morning, when Carolyn pointed out that my whole backside was blue! Or rather, it looks purplish to me.

Pics of the butt following morning:

(Carolyn: awww, ain't that cute?)

I know it dosn't look like much, but I'm very proud and happy over the slight blueness showing, especially since it comes from the birch. Although I suspect that most of the blueness actually is caused by the "warmup" with the belt?

By the way, about use of the safeword, I didn't know we were going to use the safeword during this session, but when Carolyn mentioned it (she probably pitied me a bit after all!) I quickly took the chance since I was in so much pain that I would have done anything to make it stop. Maybe next time we should really agree that the safeword dosn't count... and yes that means that I'm almost ready for my next spanking. Not quite, but almost.

Marcus gets the spanking of his life...

2007-08-02T21:15:00.000+02:00

...for now >:-D

Summer is ending and so is our stay at the countryside, so before leaving for the city again (where there are more people to hear him scream!), Marcus requested for "the spanking of his life".

I have actually been spanking Marcus (and have been almost regularly spanked by him) for about two years now, since one week of meeting each other. It's another story how he got me into it, and how I have grown to love (and even ask for) our little "games". Each time though, I find myself fitting more and more into the role, willing to endure -- and most of all, inflict -- more and more pain.

Of course, as a loving spanking couple, the"discipline" is consensual. It's only fun when spanking is not abusive or derogatory, and there is mutual trust between the parties. It's important to know what your partner expects from the spanking, what the limits are, and how far the "punisher" can go.

But this has been a problem for me, since Marcus is a very demanding guy to please. Each time I think I push him to his limit, his threshold of pain just keeps on increasing, and I have to keep up with my disciplinary methods to give him the good, hard, satisfying spanking which he deserves.

By his request (he's been doing a long list of follies this week, bad boy!), I have been birching his butt all week long -- with the exception of Sunday, in which we declared a rest day. But what do I get? Each time I am tempted to pity him after a vigorous spanking (and I'm about to release his arms from the bedpost), he requests for more discipline! At one time, this was even "earned" by him by sticking his tongue out at me as I was unleashing his wrists. And oh, what a spanking he got for that! But the next day, I still got this request:

"Carolyn, since this week is the last opportunity for us to birch in a long while, I want you to give it to me tomorrow with all you've got."

He demonstrated the birch strokes he wants me to execute on his butt: forceful, whipping, and with a follow-through instead of ending the stroke where it lands. That way, he explained, even his legs will get some of the thrashes.

"Ooooh," I said. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, and it's got to be a long spanking. You should really be crazy and disciplinarian and give it to me hard."

That's not an unusual request from Marcus. He thinks my spanks are way to sweet, even when I'm trying to be strict! Besides that, his personality is one that really wants to test the limits. Until now, even though some of my spankings have been very hard and strict, I have never managed to make him cry (something he would like to experience from a spanking). Something in him just wants to "conquer" the hard spankings, to resist surrender. Yet at the same time he tells me he wants me to be able to "break him" and make him sob. He has also had this long-time fantasy of me growing taller and much bigger than him, and dragging him to my lap like a little boy. That's the feeling he expects from a good discipline: to make him feel small, vulnerable, weak, and taught a lesson. Oh how I wish I could grow some centimeters taller than him and grow some mommy hips to put my little boy unto!

I slept last night contemplating and fantasizing about the day ahead, and how I should go about Marcus' "spanking of his life". I might have slept with a smile. For sure, I definitely felt sexually excited.

This morning after breakfast, I ordered Marcus to get his birches ready. I walked with him in the forest, watching him choose the swishy twigs that will soon sore his rump. After he had taken off the leaves and tied them in a nice little bundle, I ordered him to "get up to his room", take his clothes off and wait for me. In the meantime, i dressed in the most ladylike clothes I had packed for this trip -- a short denim skirt and a black v-neck blouse. I let down my hair in a thick mane, and applied a strict eye make-up.

The clothes and the make-up made a psychological difference. Like theater actors, dressing and making-my face made me feel more up to the task. "I'll show it to him this time," I thought as I put on mascara and eyeliner for that smoky effect. "This time, he would beg me so much to stop instead of begging for more." I couldn't help smiling as I put on the lipstick and applied some blush, making me instantly look at least 5 years older. Deep inside me, I felt that it was today that Marcus would cry.

I made my presence known to him from where he waits inside the bedroom by making my steps up the stairs extra loud. Let him shiver in his boots... or lack of it! Marcus was as I had instructed, naked, facing the wall, and holding the birches behind him.

I tied him to the bed. First I tied his hips around a rolled-up mattress so he wouldn't be able to move sideways. Then I also tied him down at his shoulders. Feet were bound together and tied to one of the bed legs. His arms were spread apart, tied at 2 other bed legs. After a wiggle-test, I was assured that he could not get out of this position. I have never tied him this way before, but it looks greatly promising.

But I surprised him by giving him something that he hadn't expected. All day long yesterday he was asking for the birch. However, as dressing up I spontaneously also picked up a belt, which I intended to slap down hard on his delicious bottom before I give him what he asks for. If he wants me to take charge of this spanking, I'll show him I can do it by all means! But I wasn't thinking about that exactly just then. I just got absorbed into my role as disciplinarian and started spanking him for real after announcing my impromptu decision.

This surely had taken him by surprise. I can hear from his screams that he didn't expect this, but at the same time I knew this was the kind of punishing discipline he craved for, and that fueled me more to give it harder and harder. I don't know how long I was belting him, but I tried to give as much force as I can to each one. Soon, he was begging me to stop. I knew from experience though, that he could take so much more than this.

"You told me yesterday (*whack*) to give you the spanking of your life! (*whack*) You wanted me to give it to you hard (*whack*) and I know that later (*whack*) you'll be begging me for more! (*whack*)"

I gagged his mouth with my panties and continued to pound him with the end of the folded belt, maybe about 5 minutes more. I threatened him that any screams outside the pillow will be met with even harder whippings, and I kept true to my word until he learned to control his screams.

When I decided it was done with the belt, he heaved a sigh of relief, but not for long. I grabbed the birch, and an audible high-pitched scream came out of his mouth. "No, no, no! Please, Carolyn, Stoooop!"

I immediately put my hand on his mouth to put an end to his begging. I had to put my foot down. And besides, the feeling of being in charge --even of when he would talk and scream-- was totally exciting. "No, now you're going to get what you asked for.... Remember, you asked me to make a follow-through, like this..."

WHISHHH!!, the birch rod whistled in the air as I showed him how I would soon do it to his ass. I again heard some begging, and a beseeching hand was trying to grab on to my legs.

I tried to ignore this and proceeded to business. Marcus' continuous screams filled the room. To give him the follow through he (initially) wanted, I also stood over him on the bed as I slashed the birches between his butt and thighs.

That was painful for him, but not as accurate as when I'm standing by the bed so I stood beside him again and gave him a long series of hard birching until I thought he couldn't take more. *swish!* ow! *swish!* aj! *swish!* aaaaarrrrgh! *swish!* eeeEEE! To tell you the truth, Marcus' high pitched screams just turns me on somehow. I love it when he responds to my whacks. I swished harder and harder. It was so near, so near until he gets tired. Then, I thought, he will reach the point of losing energy to fight, and eventually just submit and cry. So near, so near...

But!

At this point, the resisting side of Marcus said the safe word! You can imagine my frustration, I was so in the mood that I found his request as another reason to put on with the spanks. At the same time though, I knew couldn't go so much further if he doesn't want to. I gave him about 10 hard birchings more after he had shouted the safe word, grabbed the belt, gave him 2 more before finally stopping.

It took me a while to relax, and then I released him from his bounds. We had a nice comforting-session afterwards, followed by... I'm sure horny spankers could imagine what ;-) But in hindsight, I don't regret that I didn't make Marcus cry this time either. It really felt to me (and he said so too), that I had been able to break him some, to make him feel more vulnerable.

You can be sure he didn't taunt me as I was releasing his arms, and well, up to this hour he hadn't yet hinted that he wants an even harder spanking in the near future!

/Carolyn

... This post is to be continued! On the next, I will post pictures of what Marcus' naughty bottom looked like: bright red, and (as I post this entry), an amazing shade of blue!

Swedish spanking words

2007-07-31T00:55:00.000+02:00

One could say that words exist because there is a need for them.

So, what about this has to do with spanking?

In Swedish there is a specific word for being spanked by the birch! It's called risbastu, which literary means "birch sauna," but are more accurately translated as "birching". Risbastu is a very fitting word because I really get warm and sweaty during a session of the birch, although the heat is mostly concentrated on one particular spot.

Since I'm writing about spanking-related words in Swedish, lets continue with the language lesson:

Plain spanking is smisk in Swedish, although smisk originally refers to lighter spankng, mostly with the open palm (also called dask), and it roughly can be translated into "slap". Nowadays though, I'm under the impression that "spank" can be directly translated into "smisk". Antoher way of referring to spanking in Swedish is smäll i stjärten, or just smäll. Smäll is a word with a wide meaning, roughly translated as crack, bang, slam, snap knock, blow, smack, etc. The phrase i stjärten, just means, "on the butt". Thus, "Vill du ha smäll (i stjärten)?" is the Swedish way of saying: "Do you want a spanking on your bottom?" The word stryk could probably also be used as spanking, although its translation is more ascosiated with beating than with spanking.

Birch rod, is in Swedish in reverse order: björkris. Björk means birch, as in the tree with white bark, and in this case the rod is ris. The difference between ris and rod however is that in English "rod" usually just refers to a single stick, like a cane. The Swedish ris on the other hand, is a bundle of sticks/twigs. Incidentally, and for some unknown reason, ris also means rice (yes, the thing you eat) in Swedish. It's no use just calling the birches (as spanking implement) simply as björk, unless you are requesting to get spanked by a whole tree trunk. And if you just say just ris, your spanker might get confused that you want to be hit with rice!

I think though that birch plainly works very well for ris -- the ris for spanking that is.

The good birch rod

2007-07-29T23:02:00.000+02:00

That's my (Marcus') butt, after some minutes of warm-up and about 7 minutes more of birching...
As we are currently residing at the countryside, we have experimented a lot with birches. The birch rod is, or rather was, the preferred implement of corporal punishment in Sweden in the old days and Carolyn and I are intrigued by it. Just having to go out in nature to get the twigs for your own butt is punishment enough, not to mention that Carolyn has to approve the "quality" of the birches I pick for maximum effect.

But more about the pros and cons later. Now to the issue of this post: how to make a birch bundle, which I call birch rod from now on.

A birch rod consists of twigs -- even if it's not really from a birch tree -- in a bundle. For us, the actual birch tree provides the best material, since its twigs are both durable and flexible. Other flexible twigs are good too, like these ones we found during an afternoon walk:

They won't break during the spanking, and it's so flexible it almost sounds like a whip. Birch twigs are also the traditional material in Sweden for birching rods. Remember: the swishiest twigs come from young birch trees. The fresher, the better (and more painful! Picture below) We also try to take the straightest twigs possible, which prevents the twigs from getting to unwanted places like back, thigh and sides.

Less is more, also when it comes to birch making. While thick and big birch rods look impressive, it’s the small, thin ones that sting the most. Five to seven twigs in a bundle is usually good. So, after cutting 5-7 twigs we trim them of leaves and other branches to lessen the wind resistance. We also try to make the branches equally long, somewhere between 50 to 70cm. We also usually make two at a time though they tend to wear out after aproximatly 5-10 minutes of hard continous spanking, when they look like this:

Why the fascination about the birch? After all, there's the hassle of getting them in the first place (they are best fresh, otherwise you can keep them for a day in a vase with water), and the swishing branches leave so much mess inside the house that I have to have a "second punishment" of cleaning up after getting spanked.

But the pros? It just gives a wonderful --or terrible--sting. It's wonderful now when I think about it, but awfully terrible during the spanking itself. It's also so much more dreadful getting them when you know what awaits you. I usually can't hold position when being birched, especially when it’s hard and fast because the effect really is cumulative. With effective tying of my arms and legs though, I scream but I can't get away!

Although it hurts really much, another pro is that it leaves only superficial damage: no risk of injury, but it can leave you with welts, and sometimes very light bleeding. This is one implement you can actually be spanked with everyday, opposed to for instance the hairbrush. For the spanker's part, she/he can hit as hard as she can with this in mind. Except for being conscious of the neighbors hearing my screams, Carolyn says she can go on with it for a loooong time. My butt surely knows this from, um, experience.

/Marcus, who now has his own profile

Our spanking journey begins

2007-07-25T21:56:00.000+02:00

Hello and welcome to our site!

Our site is a fairly new one. I've just constructed it two days ago in fact. Why Spanking Journey? Over this past year, Marcus and I have collected so many spanking pictures and have decided to put them up in the form of a blog. We are still experimenting with new positions, implements, locations and scenarios though, but I must say that all are exciting, though I like some better than others. Compared to other spanking blogs out there, written by people with years of spanking experience, this blog will probably be one of the less "established"... take it as an amateur spankers' site. But we'll keep you posted on our new experiences, bruises and lashes. We're also experimenting on techniques on tying each other, for less possibilities of escape and wiggling >;-)

Carolyn's favorite implements to take on Marcus:
1. birches (ooooh! ooow!)
2. carpet beater
3. horse whip

What I like on my butt when Marcus gives it to me:
1. belt
2. hand
3. brush

We hope this can be a site where we can become more comfortable, get tips, and grow in our spanking journey!

Some pictures from the other day. I tied Marcus to the dining table. Newly waxed behind, hmmm.... :-)

I made him pick the birches himself after "failing his subjects" as an absentee schoolboy. Tsk tsk... That's not good, is it? To think I already warned him that he will get a spanking if he fails! Well, well. After seven minutes of birching (by the way he got it the next day too for something else), I comforted him on the bed and rubbed on his beautiful welts.

Okay, it dosn't look that bad... I think welts are a turn-on though. Birches are good since they don't leave any long-lasting marks, unlike the belt, which had given my aching butt a blue bruise. But that's a story for some other post.

We will keep up the good work!
/Carolyn