Thursday, May 21, 2009

Role Playing I

I think of role-playing as a way of bringing pseudo-reality to a session, to make real our spanking fantasies. While many of us are amateur actors & actresses, I think it helps to have a structure to play our fantasies against – it keeps both of us with the same scene in mind. These scenario write-ups were intended for that. These were written a while ago for someone who had specific real life issues (procrastinating, lack of control in spending money, speeding, late for work). They tend to be severe because she wanted a punishment spanking to help her overcome her problems. In our pre-spanking discussion her desire was to have a bottom that was purple and sore for several days, and that kind of drove the way I wrote these. She picked Working Girl Paddling as the one she wanted to try, and we set it up for sometime over the next few nights. I did send her an email on her company account at the appointed hour, which I thought gave a nice sense of presence. When I opened the door for her she was much more nervous than she had been for previous play spankings, but she did carry on. We actually did go through the last few lines at the end pretty much as written before I started the paddling, although obviously she didn’t have to say much.

Everything here is before the actual spanking. The scenarios are intended to take the two of us up to the point where the first swat happens – after that I know how the spanking will proceed, but I don’t think the submissive should. The objective is to take her into a head-space where she can accept the spanking – “Of course I deserve the spanking, considering what I did…” – and enjoy it.

Obviously a spanking done with these as a background can reflect a lower intensity – that’s something you decide on a case-by-case basis. These reflect an adult-adult relationship, in which real punishment for real-life problems was the objective. When the role-playing environment is simulated adult-juvenile or between lovers you wouldn’t want to blister a poor girls bottom like that.

In my world there are two ways to play a role-playing spanking:

1. Use your normal safewords – this is like any other play spanking environment

2. To make it more realistic negotiate how harsh the spanking should be. Staying within those limits, administer the spanking without a safeword. I only recommend this if you have enough history together that you know exactly where she is in terms of her ability to handle the situation.

These are somewhat long, so I decided to break this post into two pieces.

Working Girl Paddling

You have just started a new job, and you are office help. You are just getting to know the girls you work with. You walk into the break room for coffee, and several of them are standing around with expressions of shared misery. You ask what's the matter. They tell you that Lana (you've met her and she seems like a nice person) just "Got It".

You ask what they mean by "Got It" - one of them asks if you remember that one of the forms that you signed when you were hired was a permission slip for corporal punishment. You vaguely remember that it was there, but you signed a lot of forms that day. They all take turns explaining that any female employee who fails to meet performance levels has a choice - she can take a spanking from the boss, or she is considered to have resigned. You breathe in - you mean we have to take a real spanking? Yes - they tell you - we do. And poor Lana is sitting in the ladies room crying her eyes out because she got spanked last night. She can't sit down at her desk without her bottom really hurting.

You wonder what you got yourself into. Lana was spanked because she was late every day for the last 3 weeks. She got "The Mail" - what's that, you ask. They tell you that an email shows up on your computer from the boss. It just gives the address, and to be there after work. You discover that all your new girlfriends have gotten "The Mail" - every girl that works here has been spanked, but some who cant seem to learn have gotten it several times. Sometimes the boss takes a girl across his knee and just uses a hairbrush, but if he is really ticked off at your behavior, he uses either a wooden bathbrush or (shudder) an oak paddle. Lana had a date with the oak paddle. The boss REALLY gets angry about girls coming in late. You start to get butterflies in your tummy - you know you've been late most of the last 3 weeks since you were hired.

Sore bottoms seem to be part of the job here. They tell you the emails normally go out about 1 PM. Part of you thinks this might not be too bad - after all you were spanked as a child. How bad could it be? On the other hand, being paddled with an oak paddle might be pretty bad.

A little later you have to go to the bathroom. In the ladies room Lana is still quietly crying. You go over to comfort her, and ask her how bad was it. She turns around and lifts up her skirt. You gasp as you look at a bottom that is completely purple. No wonder she's crying - it must really hurt.

You go back to your desk. Promptly at one o'clock you hear the computer play its merry little tune telling you that you've got mail. You read it and gasp. It is from me - it only has one line - my apartment address, where to park, and to be there after work.


You park where you've been told and walk up to my door. Taking a deep breath, you knock. I open the door slowly and invite you in. A wooden chair is in the middle of the room, and sitting on the chair is a large oak paddle. You've never been spanked with anything quite like that. It takes every bit of your self control to follow where I point you, lifting your skirt, pulling down your pantyhose, and bending over the chair.

"Young Lady" I begin - "I believe that three full weeks of tardy attendance is a record for new girls who work for me"

"Yes Sir" you manage to say

"Did you see Lana's bare little bottom" I ask?

""Yes Sir" again

"Yours will look just like that - are you ready?"

"Ummmm - I guess so Sir"

The first swat lifts you up on tiptoes - and that is an easy one. It turns out to be a long evening for you...

By the way, this is based (loosely) on something that really happened – a guy running a company back in Iowa regularly spanked his female employees, and none of them would testify against him despite the best efforts of several female organizations…

The next one is based a little more loosely on life – but it’s a neat idea…

Speeding Spanking

It is a warm Los Angeles evening, and you are one happy girl. You have been pestering me to let you drive my BMW and I finally gave in. I tell you to keep it under 90 and you are on your own for tickets - but if you get a ticket you'll get a spanking. You give me that cute little wink of yours and say "Of course Papa Tom" - but you're really planning something else entirely.

The windows are down, the moonroof is open, and the LA freeway system is your private racetrack. You are well over 130 miles an hour, really enjoying the freedom and the feeling and the rush. You come roaring up behind a slow moving car who doesn't move out of the way fast enough for you, and you get a sense of irritation - you honk the horn, hit your high beams, flash around him.

It is mere minutes later that you see the CHP cruiser pull behind you, with its flashers on. You suddenly realize that you're in real trouble - it isn't your car, you were going real fast, but WORST of all - you are going to have to live with the consequences when you get home. Unless you can lie convincingly and hide the ticket. Oh damn. The CHP officer turns out to be a lovely blonde - she smiles at you. You have to listen to a long lecture on speeding and street racing and what a ditz you are, before she asks for your license, registration, and insurance. "And by the way, did your boyfriend tell you that you could go that fast in this"

You're a little bit stunned - you ask how she knew it was your boyfriend’s car without checking the registration. She just laughs - "Tom and I dated for years - I not only used to date him, I was his pit crew when he used to race this car. I know every inch of it. And BOY is he going to be pissed..." You know she's right – if I find out I will really be pissed. And then you WOULD get a spanking. You can just feel it.

She finishes writing the ticket for 95 mph and hands it to you "I'd guess that will be five hundred dollars sweetie - and if I didn't know whose car it was it would be impounded and you'd be in jail. I'm betting he's going to paddle your ass till you can’t sit down. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be there and watch" You know she's right, and you can just feel it.

You drive back to my apartment slowly, park the car, and come inside. I ask you if you enjoyed meeting Juile, my ex. You stare at me and ask me how I knew. I explain that she called me when the dispatch came out, and she took the call to keep me from having my car impounded. Also, she really hoped I'd give you a good spanking. I'm sitting on the chair with the bathbrush in my hand.

You know that when you betray a trust you really deserve a spanking. And you know that you are going to get one. A real punishment spanking, since you really were a bad girl. You bare your bottom and get across my lap, without even being told. You are ready for your first real spanking from me. You're afraid. You know that sitting will be hard tomorrow.


This one came about because she DID keep pestering me to drive my car. I told her she could if she wanted to play out this scenario. She took a long time making up her mind…


1 comment:

Keller said...

Fun scenario. Maybe switch the BMW for the motorcycle...