Back In the Backseat

well, we're at her place - as are her kids, just a fact of life... but I'm not real comfortable playing, not even quietly. Though, how much of a problem can this present? After all, we all went to high school...

The options for playing in the car are limitless, and I've added a few ideas since graduation, but in this case it's pretty easy - the garage will give us complete sound privacy and her minivan will give us a place to sit and plenty of room.

Despite it being a beautiful summer night, the garage turns out to be approximately the temperature of an automotive engine cooling off and inside the van is no better if not worse. We've had a (very) little wine so we don't want to be driving too far... so we just pull it out and park, idling, at the curb. After waiting for the temperature to drop to a very comfortable level we pull back into the garage, bring the door down, and climb in back without opening the doors to the hot interior air. Hmmm, sort of like Jack and Rose (or Jack! and Rose! Jack! Rose! Jack! Rose!) in Titanic, when they sneak into the car hold...

Though Rose was not over Jack's knee in the far-back bench seat of a mini-van... and she didn't have her head buried in the corner of the seat - nor did she notice for the first time a pull-tab in said corner, nor pull it and have the seatback spring forward and smack her on the head - not the kind of smacking we were looking for.

I've got my hand and my belt, which is always plenty, isn't it? And I can spank hard when I need to... just have to do so at the right time, right? So things are going well, despite the rising heat, which was not all due to us... and she must be enjoying it, she's relaxing with her eyes closed despite being spanked pretty firmly, or being strapped with the belt nicely doubled or even with the wicked single end...

and it's not continuous, I pause now and then, making it last... during one such pauses we do notice that the heat is getting back up there, but all things considered it's a small price to pay, you have to expect some inconveniences.

"And then there's that," I mention as the light on the garage door opener times out, leaving us in a darkness deeper than Kafka's later works. I mean, it is black. She's got her head sort of buried and her eyes closed so she has no idea what I'm talking about. And hey, it's not like I can't find my target, I start back up. At some point she does look up, exclaiming how dark it is. By this time my eyes have been adjusting for several minutes and I can see - absolutely nothing. If I dropped my pants I would not be able to find them, it is still that dark.

And, of course, later we open the side door to get out, turning the overhead interior lights on... completely blinding me with a shock like an interrogation...

but it was a nice cool night and a pleasant trip back into the house...

A Story - The Picnic Table

Fiction? or prediction?

We'd been walking quite awhile without seeing another soul when we finally reached the picnic area, whose existence, frankly, I had begun to question. We started out side-by-side and I'd let her lead a bit going uphill, bearing up under taunts of "come on, old man" for the pleasure and inspiration of her lovely curves.

After not very long I wasn't the only one who was breathing hard and we'd had plenty of ups and downs since then. She'd also grown hesitant of preceding me, and gave the jibes a rest since I was lugging the pack and might start making her carry it. Or maybe it was my threat of finding a switch, or pointing out a blackberry vine with thorns that belonged in a vampire novel, my wide leather belt so inappropriate for summer hiking, or the narrow, thick belt she herself wore which was in no way needed to keep the waist of her shorts from slipping down over the delectable flare of her hips.

"Finally," I sighed, slinging the pack onto the table and digging into it.

"Finally? Why finally?" she asked after taking on half a canteen of water. "Do we have anything to eat in there?"

"Eat? Did we come here to eat?" I asked in return, producing a long coil of rope and a small flag on a long staff of rattan. Two fuzzy jackets were supposedly in case we didn't get back before dark, or possibly autumn.

The picnic table was pretty standard. One jacket went from table edge onto the seat on the right side, padding her knees; the rope went around them, four strands to spread out the strain, dropping down between, under the seat-board and up around her ankles just above her short and very cute little hiking boots. Her shorts were unfastened, enough for now, then the rope went under the seat again, across to the left seat and under it, and back up on the far side for her wrists, the second jacket going under her chin and outstretched arms.

I'm not good at knots but I've gone to a lot of trouble to learn the trucker's hitch, which tightens the load down when you pull on it. I knew it was secure when she said that if I didn't stop tickling her she'd wet herself, twice in warning and once in panic, despite my own warning that such an "accident" would be highly spankable. Working her shorts and panties down was not as trivial as I had predicted but I wasn't feeling a lot of time pressure except from my desire to get my hands on her bottom - it took even longer to work up from squeezing, rubbing and love smacks, which she considers mere teasing, to something with a little more heft to it. We were in a pretty good rhythm for awhile before it was time for the cane.

Wrapping the flag around the staff even padded my end a bit. She likes a lot of little light strokes but needs the hard ones too so I went with the latter. The jackets came in handy because she was managing to move her elbows and hips an inch or two. I slowed down until I didn't have to stop.

I tend to let the cane tip droop a bit on the far side, leaving her with a dark triangle high on her left thigh. The one hard stroke straight across that low left a cane kiss, two dark lines, slightly higher in the center, divided by a thin still-white line. From her tan line I knew it'd be just above the edge of her shorts on the hike back but I'd know it was there. A few minutes of stroking and a few more minutes after that and she'd be ready for one of the belts.

A Little Light Reading

so first of all you have to understand that I have a very recognizable car... two, really. Not just likely to be mine but totally definitely mine... and my office is within walking distance of the local shopping center, which also has the movie theater and is the big local hang-out... in other words, many people I know or work with could quite easily see my car when it's parked a few spaces back from the grocery store - see it and know that it's mine.

That's what worried me, a bit, when we came out of the movie and as I walked up to my car I saw a book in the back seat - not just any book but "Bondage for Sex." Among books to have in the back seat this might be about the least discreet choice - I've got "Shibari" - Japanese rope bondage with a lovely picture of a woman's forearms beautifully wrapped - but if you don't immediately know what Shibari is, you wouldn't notice. However, this wasn't the Shibari book - it's the book that has large, bright, block letters (over a dim background of sexy body parts) proclaiming Bondage! what kind, of bondage (!), you ask? well of course it's Bondage For Sex! - as if there were other kinds... maybe "Of Human Bondage" or some type of social justice novels - but no, not this one, this one is human bondage for SEX!

It seems someone... who shall remain nameless but not unspanked - was reading said book on the trip back from Orange County... and rather than putting it back into the well-filled toy bag, decided to leave it face-up on the back seat...

The Stuff of Legend

For this post it's only fair that I identify the person, at least somewhat - or at least to those who know her. I'll identify her as "my lovely date at the last Shadow Lane party" which ought to be plenty specific enough for anyone who needs to know...

we live three time zones apart so by the time my cell phone goes to "nights and weekends" it's the middle of the night there, but that's pretty much what we worked out... so some of the things she says are pretty sleepy. In fact, she was commenting on this very fact, after heading herself for trouble - you know how everything sounds good when you're far away and safe and you're wishing you could be spanked right then, and a lot, maybe even hard, maybe even a lot hard - so she's saying that brats shouldn't talk to tops when they're sleepy or she might end up asking for something like 400 with the tawse... the tawse being something she particularly hates for some reason...

I hear "400 with the tawse" - a week or so before we get together in Vegas - and I think it's a great idea. In fact, I'm reasonably awake and the numbers click through my mind - 400, that's eleven sets of three dozen - three a day plus one on Thursday night and one on Monday morning. Then we'll only need four more strokes to make it to 400...

Of course the problem with brats - or some of the problems, anyway - is that they talk big and then want to chicken out - and they seem to think they get some say in the matter... so she immediately begins backtracking and complaining and worrying - she said she didn't want it, she can't take that many, it'll interfere with our other play and her party play... silly stuff like that. Meanwhile I keep assuring her that this is how legends are born... "and, at the March Shadow Lane party, on top of everything else, I got 400 with the tawse..."

I guess she did have some cause for concern... she was getting some pretty heavy paddling right off the bat, solid and often... and that tawse can really sting - once warmed up by the paddle I didn't need to use it lightly... three dozen is a good number for a quick spanking, too many to ignore, definitely. I tried to time it so it wouldn't throw her out of any reverie she may have drifted into from other play.

Seems she also got several sessions with the canes, both nice and evil... and at one point hid the paddle to save her bottom for a while - turned into quite awhile... but we pressed on. I think we got all three sessions in on Friday, first thing Saturday and afternoon. With a big party Saturday night and getting to bed after four we were one set behind. Sunday morning we were asleep but easily fit two into the afternoon, bringing us within three of finishing. Of the extra four, three had already been collected.

With her leaving early in the morning our play session Sunday night was long with many intense scenes, so I didn't double up then, knowing how easily we could get in one extra set before heading to the airport at dark-thirty. We managed to wake up - and get up - early enough Monday morning for our farewell play and I laid on two good sets of three dozen apiece - and one more stroke filled our four hundred.

Proving once again that with a little planning and dedication you can give a brat what she asks for...

Table of Contents

I like having a table of contents because there're some things I have trouble getting used to:

1) This backwards-listings of what I post, so if there's a Part II it comes before Part I; and

2) The disappearance of posts beyond the first ten, which might be plenty, but it's just the ten most recent, not the ten best.

So here is an index of the posts I have on here. Because this isn't really a web-log/ diary, it's just a heap of things I've written (a heap is when the first one read is the last one entered, a stack is when the first one read is the first one entered – as if you cared).


The Best

At least I think so...

A Young Lady Gets Her Bottom Spanked - An Interactive Spanking Story

I've had this out there for a long time but if you've never seen it, it's a cute Mad-Lib type story that will get naughty young ladies their very own spanking! Remember to turn off your pop-up blocker to see the finished story!

Our Acquiescent Pixie posted July 2006

Cat and I went to Las Vegas and kidnapped this lovely young lady at the airport – really. This is hot, if I do say so myself.

What the Spanked Woman Needs July 2006

A pompous-sounding essay but nonetheless well-received by those it applies to.

A particular type of spanked, or needing-a-spank, woman is the one who's always right. No, not the ones who think they're always right, the ones who actually are. She's analytical and critical and usually knows what's the best thing to do - which turns out to be extremely confining, doesn't it?

Carry On! - 10/11/2006

A silly but amusing story of trying to board a plane these days...

My Stories

A link to my blog full of stories - fiction, fictionalized, true, and...

Links

I'm too lazy to figure out how to add links on the side so if you want them you have to look here...


Experiences

Most of the advice stuff is based on experience, of course, but deal with it, 'k?

As Party time Approaches... posted July 2006

Advice some people have found useful for past ShadowLane parties. Based on having been to over ten of them...

Paddling the Cowgirl - 12/26/2008

this young lady can have it any way she wants...

Florida Moonshine's Beach Party, June, 2008

Shadow Lane Party Report - August 2006 party

The party was too long for one report – here are the best and happiest moments from Thursday noon until Friday evening. I hope to someday compile the rest.

Shadow Lane Party Report, April 2005

Shadow Lane Party Report, April 2004

Use the link above - it's at the end. Don't know why.

Advice and Essays

Hopefully some of these have some hot parts as well... hey if something's hot let me know and I'll move it up the list.

Power and Glory - 4/12/2009

Easter thoughts on what "true" power is...

TPE, Vanilla Style - 4/13/2008

Total Power Exchange isn't limited to scene play

Blame - 3/7/2008

With experience my perspective keeps changing...

Making the Switch - Some Techniques of Leadership - 3/2/2007

Part I and so far the only of a many-faceted essay on how to be on top...

Watching a Punishment - 2/19/2007

Ever feel conflicted about what turns you on?

The Young and Responsible - 11/20/2006

Did our parents and teachers expect too much of us?

Saying "No" - 10/25/2006

Despite all my past advice, I find saying "no" in practice to be much harder than in theory

Perspective on Power - 9/30/2006

Why am I always the bad guy?

Discipline and Punishment Sept 2006

How I've applied discipline at times in the past.

One Support System I've Tried Sept 2006

A discipline system I set up for a woman who wanted a little guidance. It gives her a little leeway and a certain amount of recreational spanking but if she goes too far, it comes down hard.

I Met This Guy On Line... July 2006

Some of my thoughts on women dating through the scene personals


More Scene Stuff

Black Leather In Summer - 6/20/2009

Real advances in solar energy.

Wood and Leather - 12/24/2007

Ah, my favorite subject - soft women and hard men.

Sensitivity Paddlings - 2/1/2009

An absolute requirement for insatiable brats and most every other bottom.

It's How Much You Keep - 2/15/2009

An interesting ethical dilemma when you're given the choice and your friend isn't.

A Little Rope, a Glass of Wine, and Thou... 1/30/2008

A single introductory post on beautiful bondage...

Uncanny Caning - August 2006

One way I use a cane – for pleasure.

Taking the Noise Out of Spanking - July 2006

My many recommendations based on our experience with quieter spankings.

Rose Bowl Bet - 3/2/2007

Check out Iris watching the Rose Bowl with her post-game fate in the hands of Fireman Chris.

An Ideal Fourteen Inches - 10/19/2006

Getting it together, keeping it in one place.


Miscellaneous

Driving to Vegas - 3/1/2009

How many floggers do you need? It depends on if you're using a suitcase or a trunk!

Jennifer Brooks Retires - 2/21/2009

To a very classy lady, thanks for everything...

Christmas Visit - 12/30/2008

Ah, kids in the house and the age of electronics...

A Little Too Far - 12/26/2008

you knew the day was coming...

Sleeping on Planes - 12/21/2008

Would a leather blindfold really help?

Bad Santa - 12/6/2008

Lauren Graham is certainly on the naughty list in this excellent but not-for-kids dark comedy...

Kids Grow Up So Fast! - 12/8/2007

Check out this too-cute holiday video clip

Holiday Spirit - 12/2/2007

Even the mall wants you to have a pink bottom...

Old-Fashioned Family Values - 2/20/2007

George W gets it abroad...

Cold Turkey - 11/27/2006

Holidays mean kids - and mom...

Thank You and Goodnight - 11/5/2006

The Stardust says goodbye...

Mass De-Lurk Day - 11/3/2006

Calling all lurkers! Come out, come out, wherever you are...

Our Latest Object d' Art August 2006

An interesting and innocent little find...

Yet Another Hairbrush July 2006

A recent toy acquisition. Yes, another one.

Goldie's Quest for Bears

Goldilocks gathers teddy bears for a great cause. July 2006

Links

as everyone can tell, I'm not much of one for links... but here are a few not to be missed.

Blogs -
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· The Secret Life of Library Girl
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· Erica Scott
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· Her Secret Corner

Where Sweet Meets Kink…

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· The Punishment Book
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· El Tercer Ojo (Mija's blog)
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· Pablo & Mija's Treehouse
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· Iris - Through Iris Eyes
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· Life in Motion (Sparkle's Blog)
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· Natty's Spanking Blog
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· Chris' Firehouse

The kinky (and occasionally non-kinky) thoughts of a happily married spanko fireman.

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· AngelBrat's Blog

Random thoughts from the mind of me - a happily married, happily spanked, DD wife.
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· Tulsa Moda

(an interesting young lady not into spanking but WAY into a lot of things a long way past it - good luck, girl...)


Links
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· Shadow Lane
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· Chelsea Pfeiffer Entertainment - Spanking Videos, pictures, and more
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· Jennifer Brooks has retired... L
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· The London Tanners - beautiful, hand-crafted leather implements
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· Twisted Monk


more to come, no doubt, as I add the many, many friends I've forgotten...