Spanked Anthology

Ok, so a moment of total honesty...

My life has not allowed me the spare time to finish this anthology. It's certainly not for a lack of interest, or a lack of captivating content. It is simply an instance of life not allowing art. I owe this book and it's many authors a true review of their art, not a rushed blathering written in glib expeditiousness. To Ms. Kramer Bussel and to the many wonderful writers I am yet to discover, my apologies and a promise of a true review of this work will be forthcoming. Until then, to my readers, I recommend you read for yourselves and feel free to chastise my inability to control time.

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An empty room is an empty room...

Hello again!

I had planned on providing an apology to begin this post, for what seems to be the imagined transgression of not having posted in what one may deem as too long. However, I have decided that this blog was not created for the purpose of my own contrition, but for the description of the punishment of one Abby Williams. That said, we can get on to the good parts.

There is a certain excitement to shopping for things in the flesh that the Internet will never be able to replace, be it the smell of new leather, hearing the swish of rattan, or the weight and size of a wooden paddle in your hand prior to its purchase. For living in a fairly large city (although quite small by comparison of where Abby and I hail from) there are very few suitable establishments for the procurement of spanking implements. Nevertheless, Abby and I do love to shop, and will infrequently visit one of the more "standard" sex shops for the singular purpose of the aforementioned excitement. There is something so special about: A) sharing the experience with one another from the shopping, to the purchase, to the walk back to the car (and on a personal note, I like to park a fair bit away to cherish the moment just that much longer), and of course the long ride home holding and inspecting your new toy (perhaps even brandishing it in the direction of a horrible driver on the way home, it works better than any one finger) and: B) of course, the instant gratification of "trying out" your new toy, either on the abandoned side street you stumbled on to on the way home, or perhaps the empty elevator up to your floor.

The cane it is!

Thank you for participating in the punishment poll! If the decision had been left to me (and no, I did not vote on my own poll although that does sound nice and dirty) I would have sided with the rattan as well. There was a bit of a scare for a moment when Abby was ralllying the super-delegates to the side of the strap (and you who may have voted for the strap or the crop will not be left out either! She shall have all three, but the focus will certainly be the cane!) but to no avail. Ah, one must love the democratic punishment system, in which Abby will be punished by aggregative means for the greater good of society as a whole.
This week, please help Abby into the correct position for her next caning (I have already decided how this one will go).

My question to you

What is it to cane a woman?



Is it a purely sexual desire akin to entering heavens garden through soft wet lips? Is it a purely physical sensation like standing shoulders deep wrestling a spirited river? Does the whistling whisper of trembling rattan remind you of a particular day lying in a field, warm, on your back as the heavy breeze licked the corners of the blanket up around you? Is it less than that? Perhaps it may be as simple as the love of a long red raised weal under your finger, or the sound of heavy breathing between strokes as you wait for the white streak of it to appear. Is it the strength in her whimper as she begs, not for less this time, but for more? Could it be the arch of her back as she thrusts her bottom out to receive the last few strokes as though she is trying to paint a picture of herself as the patron saint of corporal punishment , martyred at the very hands which you hope to hold her with when you have finished?

Or, is it the feel of her head on your shoulder, heavy and relying on you to make better all the pain and distress, of not what you have put her through, but what you save her from.

Welcome!

Hello, and welcome to the Spanking Abby blog!

I am Mr. Williams, and what follows from here will be the opposite side of the coin from the Little Red Schoolhouse blog penned by my wife Mrs. Abby Williams. Over the course of the last year many changes have overtaken the pair of us, from getting married to opening our own spanking web site, and what has remained the same is our mutual love of all things spanking. Abby and I bonded upon our first meeting in conversation of this very act, and it is a conversation much repeated over the years to date. One we never tire of, and hopefully never will. But, i digress...

My hope for this blog is to have it become the Ares to her Aphrodite, the head to her tails, or just the front-side to her backside. And with that dear readers, we begin.