Important little words

Those three little words that mean so much. To me anyway. SO used them last night and  - as ever - I went weak at the knees.

Which three? What else but "up those stairs". And off we went upstairs to discuss the issue of my brattiness. Sadly, it was ONLY a discussion - we're in school holidays vanilla lock-down here.
No insant cure then for my current state of crippling spank horniness. But talking about my attitude, and how it will be thoroughly adjusted in future, was very, very exciting - roll on September.

A reader writes

'I was a teenager when I received my first spanking and it was neither my mother nor my aunt spanked me, but a charming neighbor and here's why.'
This is the opening of a story that a visitor to this blog sent me and I thought you'd like to hear it too.

He's apparently French and in his 50s. Here, with just a few light edits, is what he wrote:

'My next-door neighbor was a 25 year-old hairdresser, called Josette. Every time she was on the stairs, I waited to be behind her, because I wanted to look under her short skirts, because Josette did not wear pantyhoses, but only stockings and I wanted to see her thighs, garter belt and pants.
One afternoon I was looking at her stockings. When I arrived on the floor, she was waiting me, arms crossed and she told me : “Do you think I have not seen you behind me every time I am on the stairs?Come with me, I have to speak to you.”

Blushing, I followed her inside and she locked the door behind us, took a chair and put it in the middle of the room and waved to me with her forefinger to come nearer. When I was just in front her, she grabbed my hipsand unbuttoned my pants down to my knees.
She then laid me across her lap, my head down and my bottom up. She said : “Every time I am upstairs, you are looking my thighs, but now you have to show me yours.”
She took off my underpants and I was bare against her nylon stockings. I realized that she was ready to spank me as a child, on my bare bottom ...
“So, you may be 15 and a teenager but I am going to spank you on your bare bottom. And I am sure that this good spanking will teach you that you don't look under the skirts of a young lady!!!”

She began to spank me. She spanked with cadence, several dozen of slaps… I wanted to protect my bum with my hand, but Josette took my wrists and the spanking became faster and harder.
I began to sob. I begged her to stop. I promised her that I never looked under her skirt. At the end I was crying between the slaps and howling with pain. As I struggled, buttocks on fire, I was trying to protect my ass with both hands; Josette grabbed my wrists and with her ​​free hand, pulled my shorts and my pants down my ankles and took them off completely.
I was naked, pressed against the nylon of her stockings. She spanked me faster and stronger, the sound of slaps on my bare butt in the room 
After a very long time and dozens of slaps, Josette stopped and said:“I finished and am happy to see your butt red and burning.”
She stood me up and I was kneeling on her right, crying and rubbing generously with my two hands my poor, painful bare bottom.  Josette took my chin with her fingers, looked me in the eye and, forefinger up, told me:  “Stand in the corner, hands on your head, and if you move I will spank you again immediatly!!!”
I stayed a long time, dishonourored to have been spanked on bare bottom. Twenty minutes later she came and rubbed my bare bottom, happy that it was still red and hot.
“You can put your trousers up now and go, but the next time you look under my skirt I will spank you in front all my colleagues. And maybe several of them will like also to spank you..."
So after this spanking, every time I met her on the stairs she looked at me with a mocking smile and I took stairs first!!!'

Wood, a spanking good fuel?

What is the big deal about woodsheds? We burn wood and we keep it in a shed, but that shed has no greater significance to us than the one we keep the lawnmower in.
But then there's a lot to North America that I don't understand, starting with why I say 'tomarrto' and they say 'tomayto'. So I can see that the woodshed is some sort of spanko symbol without really understanding much about it.

I’m fascinated by the iconography around kinkiness in general, and our area of interest in particular. Until the advent of the internet it wasn’t apparent to me that what I found to be potent erotic symbols could actually have the same power over others too.

But the net gives you access to such a volume of spank-related material that the themes are easy to see. Symbols that are presumably working for other people in exactly the same way as they work for you.

What am I warbling on about? Good question. How about the hairbrush?Put a naked model, of either gender, face down on a bed and you have the makings of an erotic image.
Add a hairbrush somewhere in your shot and you’ve turned that image into something that speaks directly to the spanko psyche.The hairbrush could be way off to the edge of your image, perhaps it’s up on a chest of drawers or something - a vanilla viewer of the image might not even notice it, or would assume it’s there to brush hair.

But for us it completely changes what the picture is about. A bedroom, a bare bottom and a hairbrush can mean only one thing to us, can’t it?

So, I’m trying to think of some other innocent icons of spankoness. Clearly, the woodshed works for anyone with a US background and is quite an innocent thing as far as the vanilla world is concerned.
But what else? How about stairs?

Being ordered upstairs always sets my heart off pitter-patter.I’m not sure why. I think maybe it goes back to childhood; we were often sent to bed early for acts of disobedience andit came with the fear that some sort of chastisement might follow.

It didn’t, but there was the feeling that it might. As an adult being ordered into the bedroom is rather more ambiguous. Something’s going to happen, hopefully, but I'm not entirely sure what it might turn out to be.

Am I the only one to see symbolism in something as neutral as a flight of stairs? Probably, but I don’t think so because they do tend to appear quite regularly in spanko images.

In some penitent girls trudge up them, either to face a spanking or to bed having received one. In others a no-nonsense lady or gent is heading upstairs in a purposeful way, spanking implement in hand.

Anyway, can anyone suggest any other bits of spanko symbolism that I can add to this list? I'd be interested to hear your thoughts.

PS While surfing on the subject of woodsheds I learned a new word, which is always a treat. It's 'woodshedding' - apparently it means 'to practice or hone skills, particularly musical skills. the origin is from the fact that for purposes of privacy people would go to their woodshed to practice without being overheard'. So a woodshed would also be the perfect place to hone your woodshed disciplinary skills, wouldn't it? Just the place to whack away without being overheard...