I will be using the “After Dark” category to identify writings that touch on topics beyond spanking or that may be more sexual for some folks, so people can skip them if they want. There’s no shame in these topics for me, “After Dark” is just a fun term to refer to adult content…within adult content ha!
In a recent post, I mentioned Daniel and I have an “orange socks” rule about asking permission – you know, for me to touch myself. Our permission rule only applies to masturbation/orgasm, but the concept of an “orange socks” rule came from the Usenet news groups alt.sex.spanking (ASS) and soc.sexuality.spanking (SSS). I was too young for ASS but I found SSS (I’ve linked here to the google group archive because it’s easily accessible) when I was a teenager and it’s part of where I got my online start and found stories to read – the newsgroup gave rise to many of the classic spanking authors folks still remember today, and was the origination for Laura’s Spanking Corner. I even became a moderator of the group later on when I was 19. I don’t know who originated this concept, though an older SSS veteran might, but it’s the idea that you can have something basically arbitrary with no real world implications, like wearing orange socks for example, where when you do it, it prompts a disciplinary-style spanking. It’s a way of signaling a need! So I can confess to having an orgasm without permission, to prompt this kind of play.
Or – what I like even better, because I enjoy the slight subterfuge and embarrassment of it – I can set myself up to be caught in the act, when I know there’s time. Occasionally, I am caught without that being the intention and that’s even better. Because it’s not role-play but also has no real-life implications but is a real thing, it works for me AND it’s a much easier concept for my husband to wrap his head around in terms of discipline/punishment and actively works for him because he enjoys having something to respond to. Win/win! This is definitely a more sexual expression of my kink – but hey, he’s my husband!
So what happens if I “break” this “rule”? Very squirmy and embarrassing things!!
Ok, ok, I’ll tell you.
Naughty girls who touch themselves without permissions, get their bottoms filled. Usually with a butt plug, probably with one a little bigger than is comfortable – and usually after being spanked, hard. Sometimes he uses his finger first, while scolding me and asking me embarrassing questions. Sometimes he spanks me between my bottom cheeks also, before using a plug. Sometimes he spanks me between my legs, too, before telling me to show him what I was doing, so he can watch. And sometimes, instead of using a plug, he spanks me thoroughly first, then…fucks my bottom himself. Hot, right?
Although this is a very sexual expression of my kink and I have been analerotic for as long as I can remember, anal play as part of my spanking fetish feels intrinsically linked and isn’t always sexual. Things like fingers, butt plugs, temperature taking, [insert other squirmy inside bottom things I am too embarrassed to write about], even something like anal sex in the right context, all feel more like a kink thing and about power exchange in the context of a spanking/discipline. Many of these are things I would do – with someone other than Daniel, because they are a part of the spanking or discipline for me. I know it doesn’t make sense to many people, but I think a lot of spankos can relate to this. Not all – some definitely see any sort of penetration as sex and directly sexual, and I have a bit of a hard time articulating why it’s not always like that for me, but it makes perfect sense in my head where there are very clear divisions. At least part of it is because I am not in a sexual mindset when doing these things usually, but rather a disciplinary/submissive one.
To be sure, I have even been accused of denying the sexual nature of these things/spanking, but I genuinely don’t think this comes from denying that for me, since I both enjoy a very explicit sexual expression of my spanking fetish and can even see a context where spanking itself and by itself, as a physically intimate, close, expression of my sexuality, can be considered sex also. They just exist in very different places in my head. Even if spanking/discipline includes anal play in some capacity and I later think about it while masturbating, I don’t think about it in that context while it is happening, and the connection and feelings that come from doing it and engaging in it directly far outweigh those from a single orgasm. I touched on some of this in my spanking as sexuality post, but this expands on it a bit and is something I’ve thought about a lot recently. Anal play or “butt stuff” is something I equate far more with my kink than with sex and is something I would do with a partner I didn’t consider myself sexual with.
Ok, there. I wrote about some squirmy embarrassing butt stuff and explained our own version of the orange socks rule and how we handle it and why.
Now I am going to hide under a blanket! Oh but I also asked about anal play and spanking in a poll over on Fetlife, so if you’re there – go answer!
-M
WARNING! This comment contains graphic details of a role-play scene with me, an SSS friend and my wife Bonnie involving many of what you posted about including anal play, masturbation, spanking and sexual-play.
Oh, where to begin. I guess at the beginning, but that seems so pedestrian.
Mandy arrived in Ottawa at 3h15 and Bonnie picked her up at the airport. I met them at our favourite pub at 5h30 and the two of them were already in the bag. No, that’s not quite true as they got there at about the same time I did. But it sounded more exciting.
We had a great time discussing WIITWD (What it is that we do – kink) , and life in general, then went home to get into our jammies and sit and talk some more. BTW, Mandy has the most adorable, sexy pajamas. They consist of top and bottom, like the old-fashioned boys PJs, in flannel. One look and you knew you just had to make the wearer stand in front of you while you unfasten the draw-string and tug the bottoms down, pull the wearer over your lap and give their bottom a nice spanking. We didn’t do any spanking on Friday night, though, as we were all to beaten by the week and just wanted to kick back. After we were through at our pub, we went to Venus Envy (a dildo, vibrator, kinky toy store) to look at the wares and check out some things for a birthday present for me. The store is great and the staff terrific. They’re knowledgeable, friendly and very open and easy to talk to.
Saturday, I ran errands in the morning and Bonnie and Mandy plotted against me and hung out talking and burning CDs.
After lunch, the fun started, after a suitable time for digestion. We’re all experienced enough to know that spanking on a full stomach is not the most fun.
Today was the day that I was going to get to experience my fantasy. The brief version of it is that I am a teen-aged boy who is caught masturbating by his Mommy and Auntie and is punished for it and then forced to finish what he had started. We had agreed that, when I was ready, I would announce to them that I was tired and going to take a nap. They would give me five minutes to get ready and then burst in and take it from there.
During the build-up to Mandy’s visit, we had discussed both Mandy’s fantasy and mine in detail to ensure that we knew what was wanted and where the limits were. I didn’t have any limits, but I had some details that I had to have in the fantasy. Mandy and Bonnie worked out the rest between them. Also, during the build-up, I began to get a bit nervous about if I could really go through with living my fantasy. I have had fantasies similar to this for ages, including ones which went beyond Mommy and Auntie, to involve a roomful of watching women. These fantasies were among the most powerful I’d ever had, but could I really do something like this in front of someone. Hell, could I even be totally naked in front of Mandy? I went back and forth in my mind, but didn’t discuss any of this with Mandy or Bonnie as I wanted to work this out for myself and, since they were willing to do anything at all that I wanted, I didn’t want to make them nervous by sharing my nervousness.
So, at around 11h00, I announced to one and all that I was sleepy and was going to take a nap. I had previously set out a few props, so all I had to do was to go into the bedroom ( I was dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of teal, silk tap pants), lie down and get started.
I lay on the bed and pulled my t-shirt up and out of the way. Then I pulled the tap pants down to about my knees and began to play with myself.
During the build-up to this day, I had been worried about what if I couldn’t get an erection, or what if I couldn’t have an orgasm under those circumstances and similar worries. As I lay there stroking my cock and thinking dirty thoughts, I first wondered what you fantasize about when you are actually living your fantasy that you normally use. I found a few old favourites and continued stroking away, wondering when they might burst in. Then a funny thing happened. Well, I didn’t think it was that funny at the time. I was going slowly with my masturbation as I didn’t want to get too far ahead of the game, so I was letting myself maintain a semi-hard condition to keep control of the progress. All of a sudden, I felt as if I had to pee, which was stupid, since I’d just gone. It persisted and I realized that it wasn’t a need to pee, but a definite warning sign of impending disaster. That is, I was starting to feel that pre-cumming tickle that often happens. I hastily backed off from serious stroking and fantasizing and the feeling subsided. Of course, with the diminution of input, I started to go a bit soft, so I started up again to regain the erection, but that pushed me back towards climbing the slope of no return. I did this see-sawing for what seemed like forever, once getting so close to cumming that I really had to concentrate not to finish. What a disaster that would be for me to be able to live my fantasy and to finish before the starting bell.
I lived through this torment for what seemed like ages, although Mandy later said that they timed five minutes exactly. Finally, I heard their voices coming up the stairs. Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open and there I was, teen-aged Larry, holding his penis in his left hand, stroking away and shock on everyone’s face. I hastily let go of my penis and covered up with my hands, but Mommy and Auntie ordered me to put my hands by my sides and just lie there while they asked me horrified questions about what I was doing. Then Auntie noticed that I had two of her dildo/butt plugs on the bed next to me, along with another dildo and a tube of KY Jelly. Mommy and Auntie hit the roof. Where did I get those? What was I doing with them? I admitted to finding the toys in Auntie’s suitcase ( I had stolen them from her the evening before and she’d never noticed they were missing.). They forced me to admit what I was going to do with them and were even more horrified. That was when they grabbed me and rolled me over onto my stomach. They ordered me to not move as they were going to really teach me a lesson.
And they did.
Mommy and Auntie spanked me with the two bathbrushes, hard and long. Then one of them found the razor strop and really laced into me with that. This went on for quite some time, with my bottom truly being punished well. Finally, they decided to use the rubber strap on me until I admitted what I had done and promised never to do it again. They strapped me for some time until I finally gave in and confessed and promised.
They then announced to me that I was to stand up and finish masturbating in front of them. I refused; they strapped. I refused; they strapped some more. Finally, I gave in with much reluctance and embarrassment.
I stood in front of them as they sat on the edge of the bed, my t-shirt off by this time and my tap pants still below my knees, bare and semi-erect for all to see. They ordered me to start and I did. At first I found it difficult to concentrate on the task in hand. Then I got into it and drifted off into fantasy land. Then Mommy and Auntie decided that I appeared to be having too much fun, so they started haranguing me and spanking me while I was masturbating. This threw me off of my pace and caused little Larry to refuse to continue, so I got spanked again. I began playing with myself again and they encouraged me by flicking my penis with various implements and slapping it with their hands. Once again, I balked and so they flung me over the foot of the bed and spanked me again, soundly. Then one of the evil sisters began grilling me about the dildos I had next to me when caught in the act. What was I going to do with them? I confess to having the idea of putting them up my bottom as I masturbated. This set them off again into another round of spanking me. Then they stopped, lubricated my anus and the purple, graduated, anal-bead-type dildo and pushed it way into my bottom. Then they gave me another spanking, purposely hitting the base of the dildo often so as to push it into my bottom. I was beside myself, especially since the dildo keep trying to come out and they had ordered me to keep in inside. Finally, after another flurry of spanks, I think it was Auntie, who pulled me up and made sit on a hard chair so the dildo couldn’t escape. Then they told be to continue masturbating.
I was making some progress in my task and getting near the home stretch when, once again they tried to interrupt me. I foiled them this time. They wanted to spank me again and Mommy grabbed my stroking hand to pull me out of the chair for another spanking, but I struggled and kept pumping as fast as I could and ruined their plans by squirting all over myself and my tap pants. I think that I might have been in for a really hard spanking for that if it hadn’t of struck us all as funny and we burst out laughing. There I am, sitting naked in front of them, penis in hand, ooeey-gooey all over and they started laughing. I joined in and we never did get to finish my fantasy which was for them to spank me just after cumming, as I wanted to see what that was like, and then for them to leave me for a half-hour and then start the whole thing over. We just laughed and laughed, then did a debriefing on it to see what worked, etc. After that, we just hung out, I did some martial arts training and soon it was almost time for Mandy to go to her hotel where she was going to stay before leaving for Toronto for her conference.
Oh, I must return to bare-bottomed hand spankings for a moment. I asked Mandy if she would give me an OTK hand spanking before she left and she agreed. So, I dropped my pants and undies and climbed onto her lap. She gave me the spanking of my life. I’ve never thought much of hand spankings, as noted above, but Mandy can really spank. I came really close to safe-wording a few times. She has a few tricks that she uses that make it hurt more and a few angles that she uses to really get your attention. Mandy is a great top and, together with Bonnie, I had the good fortune to be topped by two of the greatest tops I’ve felt. I am so glad that I didn’t back out of my fantasy fulfillment.
I am glad you got to live this out! There’s nothing quite like the chance to bring fantasy to reality with trusted people.
I LOVE that you shared this with us, Marie. I can certainly relate. When a girl has been naughty, she deserves a good spanking and to be punished in her naughtiest of places. A plug or a good fucking will do the trick. While spanking and anal sex (or plugs, beads, etc.) are thrilling to me, I do equate them with punishment. I remember one of the earliest spanking stories that I ever read, I had to have been 16 or 17, the husband punished his wife with a spanking. After, he made her bend of the arm of the couch, spread her cheeks for him, and then he fucked her bottom, telling her that when she misbehaved, this was the punishment she would get. At that age, I felt mortified and terribly excited, and began imagining the scene again and again. Blushing. In any case, great post! XOXO
Yes yes, this! I equate these things far more with discipline/punishment than sex, and “to be punished in her naughtiest of places” <so very hot, nora! One of the squirmiest things I've ever had said to me, and then had to say while being spanked once, was "My bottom is a place for discipline." …my WHOLE bottom. Whew. Thanks for the comment 🙂
I love that particular description. I mean, I could say “ass” or “anus”….but the naughtiest place…giggles. 🙂 XOXO
Neither are nearly as squirmy. I tend to find “ass” completely ruins my headspace!
SAME! My Sir has actually forbidden me to refer to that part of my anatomy as my “ass”. I am only allowed to use “bottom” or “backside” with him 🙂
I don’t have any sort of rule but also prefer bottom, as do many folks I play with, and thus…*whispers* bottom-hole 🙈
I say “butt” with certain friends if I’m trying to push boundaries.
I love that we are so similar in this way 🙂
Thanks for the squirmy share. Aren’t those the best though? lol. Well, from my perspective they are! I will confess to being one of those who cocked his head when you explained to me your brand of spanko kink. I understand better now what you meant and this world of ours has so many different and mixed flavors to it. I’m glad you’ve found and embrace your own! I took the poll already. 😉
It can be tricky to explain what it is to be a spanko, to someone more broadly into D/s / BDSM, but it really is a thing all unto itself, this spanking fetish and the social community around it.