Anatomy Of A Spanking

If you are a fan of Devlin O’Neill’s Weblog, you may have come across the rumor that Tops have teeny, tiny brains and thus can only have one thought at a time — if you have not been privy to this piece of information, it’s creatively hidden in a picture of a pretty pair of knickers here.   (in the interest of full disclosure:  before anyone decides to repeat the “teeny, tiny brain” rumor, it might be prudent to review the discussion here where Professor O’Neill warns that “a girl telling her Top about his ‘teeny, tiny brain’ is impertinent, impudent, and bratty, and must be dealt with accordingly”)

Now, while the “teeny tiny” observation may be a very astute one, we should also give credit where credit is due and acknowledge all the thought a Top must put into carrying out his spanking responsibilities effectively.

He might also tell her to wait for Him with her nose in the corner, panties down just enough to fully expose her bottom for His viewing when He later enters the room.  Corner-time is horrid and makes a grown woman feel all of about four years old, which, no doubt, is exactly what the Top had in mind when He ordered her to wait facing the wall.

How not to look when He enters the room

On the other hand, not being contrite when He walks through the door can make those consequences a hundred-fold worse.  Here, again we girls must give credit where credit is due:  a good Top can read His girl’s body language.  He knows the minute He lays eyes on His girl, whether the time He has allowed her for contemplating the error of her ways has had the desired effect.  The tension in her shoulders, the slightest narrowing of her eyes, and He knows that not only is she not yet contrite, but she is angry and ready to take Him on.  And as maddening as it may be to all of us girls, a good Top d
oes not meet such resistance with a raise voiced — in my experience, such behavior is met by a calm, quiet but obviously firm tone and sometimes there is even a hint of amusement in His eyes — all of which only makes me all the more incensed (but maybe that’s just me).  How can He be so calm and seemingly unaware of the strident indignation I am exhibiting for His benefit?  (of course, once I am over his lap and my bottom is high in the air, it is just a matter of seconds before I realize He was very much aware of my indignation and He intends to spank it right out of me).

The Lecture

Once the Top enters the room where He has instructed His naughty brat to wait, He has another highly technical decision to make:  Lecture now? Lecture while spanking? Lecture after the spanking? or perhaps do all three?

Being told off — whether before, during or after — is abysmal.  I will  not speak for all those who have found themselves in such a position, but having Him voice His disappointment makes me sad and shy and unable to look Him in the eyes — which, again only makes that tangled-up puppet feeling all the worse.

I mean really, how can a grown woman with a responsible, grown- up job which, requires her to take charge and look men in the eyes all the time (and much of the time in situations where her views are being challenged) not be able to look into the eyes of the man with whom she is most familiar?  But I cannot.  And I imagine that most of us girls cannot.  Again, I’m quite certain that this is exactly the dynamic He intends to create.

Himself often lectures before, and even more often, during a spanking.  And when it is a not a full-blown lecture, it can be some very stern questioning or statements of observations.  Some good examples of these short-form lectures are provided on Husbandly Touch.  The author of Husbandly Touch refers to these comments and questions as whimsical — which only proves he has never been on the receiving end of a real adult spanking.  I promise you the girl with the red bottom finds these comments anything but whimsical.

Lecture After Spanking

Fortunately, lecturing afterwards is almost unheard of in our abode — and for that I am most grateful.  Being lectured while suffering the after-effects that come along with a searing red bottom, is beyond dreadful.
When I’ve been soundly spanked I want nothing more than to curl up like a child and go to sleep knowing that He is right there beside me.  It is during those moments that I feel most loved, most submissive, at peace and cared for, and such moments simply should not be ruined by a lecture.

The Implement

And of course, you cannot overlook the decision of what implement should be used.  Indeed, each implement carries with it such a different span of emotions that to really do the subject justice one would need to dedicate a separate post to each.   But for purposes of this anatomy lesson, I will just comment on some of the most common spanking tools.

I cannot speak about the cane from personal experience.  But in my mind, I have imagined how terrifying it must be to be told you face six of the best.  Himself has a thin stick that could be a cane if it was a bit longer and perhaps had a hook on the end — although I suppose the hook is not absolutely required.  I hate that stick.  It stings and leaves angry red stripes.  Himself actually has to make a conscious effort to use a great deal of restraint when using this stick because it takes very little force behind it for it to cause a LOT of stinging pain.

The belt is an implement with which I am very familiar.  Calling it an implement seems strange.  It is something that is a part of Him when He is dressed smartly — a detail that highlights His athletic frame and shows off how His torso makes a perfect V-shape — broad strong shoulders descending to flat strong abs.  The belt symbolizes His masculinity, His strength, His authority . . . and it scares me.  I hide my eyes when I hear Him removing the belt.  I am always surprised by the delay between the sound of the leather hitting against my skin and the pain radiating over my bottom.  The pain is not immediate, but it can be breathtaking as it gradually accelerates.  His belt finds my submissiveness more quickly than anything else He may use to spank me.

I have heard that some Tops like rulers.  I am a firm believer in using rulers for measuring the length of things and cannot imagine why anyone would want to apply one to a girl’s lovely bottom.  Rulers cause a sharp ouchy sting that a heavier wider paddle usually cannot achieve.

A hairbrush used for anything other than brushing a girls lovely hair is a travesty indeed, but there are Tops (including mine) who believe in using a hairbrush when reprimanding a naughty girl.

And just who is responsible for the creation of the paddle?  They are evil, awful things.  Himself has a paddle that looks an awfully lot like this one.  I think it might actually work very well as firewood, don’t you?

I find that often a firm-hand spanking leaves an impression — physically and emotionally — that cannot be achieved by any array of implements.  It is intimate and yet humiliating.  An OTK hand-spanking can make a grown woman almost instantly feel child-like and humbled.  When a Top delivers an OTK hand-spanking, He can lock a girl in place by wrapping the other arm around her waist or pinning her down with one of His legs.  She cannot move until He is finished and ready for her to move.

And should a girl, in a moment of madness, try to reach back and protect her poor bottom, the OTK hand-spanking allows a Top to perfect that authoritative move that all Tops seem to know — the arm grab.

****Note:  Chocolate and champagne may be added to any of these . . . . .