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  1. Thank you. It was everything I had hoped for. 🙂
  2. In two hours from now when she gets home apparently. So I have just been told. I have left out both canes, the paddle and the belt. Not as much anticipation time as I might have liked. Too close to the ouch time I guess. And 'ouch' doesn't nearly cover it. OMG, Je%$S and F*&k that hurt might be more like it. 🥺 I guess I better make sure the sitting room is warm and everything is properly ready. Me included!
  3. Switch on the auto-logoff feature on the severs. If someone logs in to SN they remain logged in until they explicity log off. If they forget to do that and go away for a year they continue to use machine resource in the meantime. The effect is a severe degradation in server performance. Hence the fatal response times. With auto-logoff enabled anyone who has not moved the mouse or pressed enter on the site after say an hour gets logged off. The machine resource for that user goes back into the pool and everyone else gets a better response time.
  4. This quote is from @nicoleS39 (Permission assumed, hope that's OK) "Although our dynamic in our marriage is all discipline and training....I do occasionally orgasm just from being spanked...so in that sense our spanking dynamic becomes very sexual as well." My point is that separating the pleasure of a proper 'seeing-to' with your favorite paddle from a perceived need for discipline can be difficult. The line is quite blurred so to speak. If that's how it is for you then one suggestion is to work on just the pure spanking side to begin with. Get him on board with that. Hard, I know, but love will find a way. Then you can work on refining the discipline dynamic. Hope all that makes a modicum of sense. Bon chance!
  5. A different Spank Shop Story - This is the story of how we acquired the first proper cane in our toy box. Significant elements of it are true. Enjoy. It was agreed that I would shop for our first cane on my own. This was pre-internet and the only place we knew of was a sex shop in Amsterdam, a half hour train ride from where we lived. I set off one Saturday after lunch with a simple mission; come back with a cane. It was up to me how I would manage that inconspicuously on public transport but fortunately it was winter and an overcoat was required outdoors. I could stand all the way with it discreetly inside my coat. As it happens there was nothing to worry about as the assistant, who knew her canes well, simply doubled the cane in a loop and secured it with strong tape before popping it in a large unmarked carrier bag, but that was all to come. We discovered our mutual interest in spanking in the early days of our relationship. To begin with it was a voyage of discovery and we took every available opportunity to probe this odd kink we had found in each other. At first, I thought she was an entirely submissive spankee by nature. Before long however I learned that she was not just willing to administer a sound spanking but she actually enjoyed doing so. A perfect match. We had progressed from hand spanking to experimenting with whatever household item we deemed pervertible. Along the way we learned that neither wanted to give or receive solid wooden anything, so hairbrushes, wooden spoons etc. were out. That awful concentrated blister on either cheek was a turn off. Leather of any description was definitely in. More belts accumulated in our wardrobe than fashion dictated necessary. We still use one today. It is of the right length to allow it to be doubled and held firmly in the wrist at the buckle end leaving a ‘loop’ of belt that can be applied vigorously to an exposed bottom. There is sufficient weight and breadth in this article for our purpose. It has the advantage of doing minimal damage even if badly aimed since the energy will be mostly concentrated somewhere in the sweet spot and the ‘wrap-around’ doesn’t do much harm. Nevertheless, our rather humble toy box was missing an important item. The nearest thing we had to a cane was plucked from a sally wood not too far from the house. That area of Holland lacks much in the way of forest and this was a miserable specimen. The canes we saw in the magazines and the few videos we had watched excited us greatly. On the day in question she dropped me off at the station with our two boys in the car but they were having a sleep over that weekend and when she returned to pick me up, she would be alone. The train journey took 25 minutes and it was then just a short walk to my destination. I am shy by nature and self-conscious in a sex shop so I had a glass of whisky in a bar close by before my shop. That helped, I was more relaxed and able to take my time when I started browsing. Most of what I saw on the shelves to begin with was magazines and videos. We already had some issues of the English magazine Janus and I saw more of them that looked inviting, but I was on a mission and on a budget too. After a while an extremely attractive assistant approached me and asked if I had found what I was looking for. I opened my mouth to speak and was taken aback by how awkward I sounded and felt. Attractive assistants in a shop like this don’t happen by accident. They help to promote sales and this girl was good at her job. She just smiled and said not to hesitate if I needed any help. As she was turning away the courage of the whisky came to my rescue and I blurted out “Actually, there is something … ”. We started to talk. I explained that I was looking for a cane and in the most matter of fact way she started talking about canes and leading me to a section of the store behind a stand of videos that I simply hadn’t noticed before. This section was an Aladdin’s Cave of floggers, paddles, straps, belts and, most usefully, canes. She asked if I had any preferences as she explained the different effects of Delrin etc. I said we wanted something traditional, of a good length, and suitable for moderate play. She reached into what would otherwise have been an umbrella stand and produced several school canes of different lengths and thickness. Two were straight and one had the crook handle that lends authenticity to a traditional cane in my eyes. It was while I was contemplating these three suitable candidates that things took a most unusual turn; she asked if I would like to try them. The expression on my face made her smile and she quickly made it clear that I would be having them tried on me and not the other way round but that yes, a ‘test-drive’ would be possible. There would be a markup on the purchase price but that would be it. I nodded. She headed towards a door at the rear of the shop and I simply followed her. We entered what looked like a storeroom for BDSM furniture of every description. As she closed the door behind us, she turned the key and pulled across a heavy curtain that I assumed would be quite sound deadening. We walked a little way into the store and came to a section with spanking benches. She became quite business like and explained that I had the option to receive six strokes with each of the three canes I was holding. It was my choice to undress or not but I could use the spanking bench in front of us if I wished. I asked if it would be ok to lower my pants and boxers and simply bend over. She said of course and held out her hand to take the canes from me. She turned away in a gesture that made it obvious I should quickly get myself ready. When I was bending over, shirt tail tucked up, pants and boxers at my ankles, she said she would use the canes in the order of thinnest first. I should try to remember which I favored as she would not be repeating any of them. I don’t know if she particularly noticed my state of arousal but, if she did, she didn’t mention it. She stood to my left and I felt the tip of the first cane rest momentarily on my right cheek. Then I heard the sound of it swishing through the air and felt the impact of it evenly across both cheeks. It stung like hell but it was not disagreeable. Five more followed with little variation in intensity but applied over an area from the tops of my thighs to safely below my lower back. After a pause during which I did not stand up I felt the second cane as before, the tip on my right cheek. Whether she noticed or not my state of arousal had by now vanished completely. She applied six strokes and although one or two certainly landed close to or over a previous stroke, I was definitely aware of the change in intensity due solely to the slightly thicker cane. There was another pause and she inquired if I was ok before explaining that the last cane would be noticeably more intense. It was. The first stroke made me wince. The second left me struggling to stay in position. She asked if I needed the remaining four in order to make my choice. I asked her to proceed and she did. When she was finished, I stood up and said I would have all three. She laughed and holding all three canes in her hand, headed towards the door where she waited for me. When I was ready, she opened the door and we made our way to the counter where she quickly wrapped my purchases in the afore-mentioned manner and took my payment, including a modest percentage markup as agreed. Our stop is the last before Rotterdam and as the train pulled in, I could see the Daf waiting for me in the fading light, near the station entrance. I had already realized that I had little choice but to tell my wife the full story. Truth is stranger than fiction and for the life of me I couldn’t come up with a better story anyway. I preferred it that way as we have always been honest with each other. I stepped into the passenger seat and with a grin she said, “looks as though shopping was successful”. By the end of the short drive home she was silent having heard the full story. I was more than a little worried. We were due to have a candle lit dinner and then, after a few glasses of Burgundy, we were to experiment with our latest toy. There was a pair of dice in the middle of the already set dinner table. These would be used to determine who goes first and how many strokes each would receive, in each round, as we played. This would now have to be modified to accommodate three canes, assuming she still agreed to play at all. The front door closed behind me and she directed me to the lounge. The curtains were already closed and a fire lit in the hearth. She ordered me to turn around and lower my pants and boxers as she turned on all the lights in the room. I did as I was told. She inspected the by now fading stripes for a few minutes. Eventually she spoke: “as you have already had a head start the first three rounds will be me receiving and the number of strokes will be fixed at six, then we can pick up where we had intended to start”. I couldn’t believe it but she was more bemused than angry. I went upstairs to prepare for dinner. A delicious smell wafted from the kitchen as I came down again ready for the evening we had been planning for what seemed like forever. What followed remains one of our most pleasant memories. Nine months later, almost to the day, our daughter was born. xx Simply Red
  6. Sources that could be helpful include Jillian Keenan. Her book 'Sex with Shakespeare' alone is not just educational, it is highly entertaining.
  7. Be clear in your own mind; do you want 'disciplinary' punishment or just a good spanking. Either is good but your approach needs to be nuanced if its one or the other.
  8. A different Spank Shop Story This is the story of how we acquired the first proper cane in our toy box. Significant elements of it are true. Enjoy. It was agreed that I would shop for our first cane on my own. This was pre-internet and the only place we knew of was a sex shop in Amsterdam, a half hour train ride from where we lived. I set off one Saturday after lunch with a simple mission; come back with a cane. It was up to me how I would manage that inconspicuously on public transport but fortunately it was winter and an overcoat was required outdoors. I could stand all the way with it discreetly inside my coat. As it happens there was nothing to worry about as the assistant, who knew her canes well, simply doubled the cane in a loop and secured it with strong tape before popping it in a large unmarked carrier bag, but that was all to come. We discovered our mutual interest in spanking in the early days of our relationship. To begin with it was a voyage of discovery and we took every available opportunity to probe this odd kink we had found in each other. At first, I thought she was an entirely submissive spankee by nature. Before long however I learned that she was not just willing to administer a sound spanking but she actually enjoyed doing so. A perfect match. We had progressed from hand spanking to experimenting with whatever household item we deemed pervertible. Along the way we learned that neither wanted to give or receive solid wooden anything, so hairbrushes, wooden spoons etc. were out. That awful concentrated blister on either cheek was a turn off. Leather of any description was definitely in. More belts accumulated in our wardrobe than fashion dictated necessary. We still use one today. It is of the right length to allow it to be doubled and held firmly in the wrist at the buckle end leaving a ‘loop’ of belt that can be applied vigorously to an exposed bottom. There is sufficient weight and breadth in this article for our purpose. It has the advantage of doing minimal damage even if badly aimed since the energy will be mostly concentrated somewhere in the sweet spot and the ‘wrap-around’ doesn’t do much harm. Nevertheless, our rather humble toy box was missing an important item. The nearest thing we had to a cane was plucked from a sally wood not too far from the house. That area of Holland lacks much in the way of forest and this was a miserable specimen. The canes we saw in the magazines and the few videos we had watched excited us greatly. On the day in question she dropped me off at the station with our two boys in the car but they were having a sleep over that weekend and when she returned to pick me up, she would be alone. The train journey took 25 minutes and it was then just a short walk to my destination. I am shy by nature and self-conscious in a sex shop so I had a glass of whisky in a bar close by before my shop. That helped, I was more relaxed and able to take my time when I started browsing. Most of what I saw on the shelves to begin with was magazines and videos. We already had some issues of the English magazine Janus and I saw more of them that looked inviting, but I was on a mission and on a budget too. After a while an extremely attractive assistant approached me and asked if I had found what I was looking for. I opened my mouth to speak and was taken aback by how awkward I sounded and felt. Attractive assistants in a shop like this don’t happen by accident. They help to promote sales and this girl was good at her job. She just smiled and said not to hesitate if I needed any help. As she was turning away the courage of the whisky came to my rescue and I blurted out “Actually, there is something … ”. We started to talk. I explained that I was looking for a cane and in the most matter of fact way she started talking about canes and leading me to a section of the store behind a stand of videos that I simply hadn’t noticed before. This section was an Aladdin’s Cave of floggers, paddles, straps, belts and, most usefully, canes. She asked if I had any preferences as she explained the different effects of Delrin etc. I said we wanted something traditional, of a good length, and suitable for moderate play. She reached into what would otherwise have been an umbrella stand and produced several school canes of different lengths and thickness. Two were straight and one had the crook handle that lends authenticity to a traditional cane in my eyes. It was while I was contemplating these three suitable candidates that things took a most unusual turn; she asked if I would like to try them. The expression on my face made her smile and she quickly made it clear that I would be having them tried on me and not the other way round but that yes, a ‘test-drive’ would be possible. There would be a markup on the purchase price but that would be it. I nodded. She headed towards a door at the rear of the shop and I simply followed her. We entered what looked like a storeroom for BDSM furniture of every description. As she closed the door behind us, she turned the key and pulled across a heavy curtain that I assumed would be quite sound deadening. We walked a little way into the store and came to a section with spanking benches. She became quite business like and explained that I had the option to receive six strokes with each of the three canes I was holding. It was my choice to undress or not but I could use the spanking bench in front of us if I wished. I asked if it would be ok to lower my pants and boxers and simply bend over. She said of course and held out her hand to take the canes from me. She turned away in a gesture that made it obvious I should quickly get myself ready. When I was bending over, shirt tail tucked up, pants and boxers at my ankles, she said she would use the canes in the order of thinnest first. I should try to remember which I favored as she would not be repeating any of them. I don’t know if she particularly noticed my state of arousal but, if she did, she didn’t mention it. She stood to my left and I felt the tip of the first cane rest momentarily on my right cheek. Then I heard the sound of it swishing through the air and felt the impact of it evenly across both cheeks. It stung like hell but it was not disagreeable. Five more followed with little variation in intensity but applied over an area from the tops of my thighs to safely below my lower back. After a pause during which I did not stand up I felt the second cane as before, the tip on my right cheek. Whether she noticed or not my state of arousal had by now vanished completely. She applied six strokes and although one or two certainly landed close to or over a previous stroke, I was definitely aware of the change in intensity due solely to the slightly thicker cane. There was another pause and she inquired if I was ok before explaining that the last cane would be noticeably more intense. It was. The first stroke made me wince. The second left me struggling to stay in position. She asked if I needed the remaining four in order to make my choice. I asked her to proceed and she did. When she was finished, I stood up and said I would have all three. She laughed and holding all three canes in her hand, headed towards the door where she waited for me. When I was ready, she opened the door and we made our way to the counter where she quickly wrapped my purchases in the afore-mentioned manner and took my payment, including a modest percentage markup as agreed. Our stop is the last before Rotterdam and as the train pulled in, I could see the Daf waiting for me in the fading light, near the station entrance. I had already realized that I had little choice but to tell my wife the full story. Truth is stranger than fiction and for the life of me I couldn’t come up with a better story anyway. I preferred it that way as we have always been honest with each other. I stepped into the passenger seat and with a grin she said, “looks as though shopping was successful”. By the end of the short drive home she was silent having heard the full story. I was more than a little worried. We were due to have a candle lit dinner and then, after a few glasses of Burgundy, we were to experiment with our latest toy. There was a pair of dice in the middle of the already set dinner table. These would be used to determine who goes first and how many strokes each would receive, in each round, as we played. This would now have to be modified to accommodate three canes, assuming she still agreed to play at all. The front door closed behind me and she directed me to the lounge. The curtains were already closed and a fire lit in the hearth. She ordered me to turn around and lower my pants and boxers as she turned on all the lights in the room. I did as I was told. She inspected the by now fading stripes for a few minutes. Eventually she spoke: “as you have already had a head start the first three rounds will be me receiving and the number of strokes will be fixed at six, then we can pick up where we had intended to start”. I couldn’t believe it but she was more bemused than angry. I went upstairs to prepare for dinner. A delicious smell wafted from the kitchen as I came down again ready for the evening we had been planning for what seemed like forever. What followed remains one of our most pleasant memories. Nine months later, almost to the day, our daughter was born. xx Simply Red
  9. Not getting fixed so I guess we just live with it. SN is costing someone money so we are grateful for what we have. Maybe a link that accepts donations to fund the site would generate some cash to upgrade the fandongledoohickey or whatever it is that makes it so slow?
  10. I hate to be unkind since I get a lot from the site and put little back in but, the software leaves a lot to be desired. Messages that disappear into the ether and sessions simply abandoned because the screen just never refreshed. Why not add a button that allows us to contribute to your costs, would that help?
  11. Are you wanting to be seen, is this going to be a public place?
  12. 8 out of ten. Nobody gets 10 so that's pretty good!
  13. Just go for the cane, you don't really need anything else. A good one will last years and it can be fun to have a selection available. For us, traditional English school cane with crook handle ticks all the boxes. Doesn't travel so well however and straight handle can be easier for packing.
  14. I have zero interest in solid wood implements like the back of a wooden hair brush. When applied with any intensity they bruise.
  15. Serious players in the scene seem to make a distinction between heavy 'thuddy' canes and light 'whippy' canes, their preference being heavy thuddy. Amelia Jane Rutherford for example. Check her out in any of the charity canings where she is fund raising. Out of character and just being herself, being caned, she prefers heavy canes.
  16. Ms Red Stripe from SA shows the way:
  17. Even better, winner of the Caning Competition, Night of the Cane 2020. Delightfully even, six only per the rules.
  18. One of these is a perfectly administered 'five bar gate' courtesy of Miss Sultry Belle and one is from Girls Boarding School. Cane applied from top left to bottom right, reasonably evenly but hardly great technique. All the emphasis is on the cheek furthest away from the caner. Probably caused by standing in the wrong place to begin with. How important is cane technique to you?
  19. @Oracle Well, at the appointed hour this morning she entered the sitting room. As instructed, the curtains were closed and I was suitably undressed. @nicoleS39 takes pleasure in describing her sessions, bless her. I hope she reads this. Since this was Part II of the discipline I was inspected first up. Being quite thick skinned there was precious little evidence of Part I. That meant trouble. At one point I thought she would go back for the paddle. However this was to be a brisk and businesslike, strictly discipline, session with no 'afters', so she made do with cane and belt. She told me to bend over for the cane. She proceeded to administer twelve strokes, not at full force. I was allowed a short interval before being told to bend over again, this time for the belt. 24 full force. She is very effective with the belt. She is actually rather good with any implement as it happens. I waited to hear how she would conclude the session. She seemed to be mulling it over while I rubbed my ass. Finally she told me to bend over for the last six. When she administers only six with the cane there is no 'last one the hardest'. They are all equally severe and very evenly applied. When she finished she inspected her handiwork before telling me to go back to my work. I am sitting in a soft chair right now and expect to feel the effects of the session until later in the week. And I will leave that damn ornament alone for a while.
  20. @Oracle Well, at the appointed hour this morning she entered the sitting room. As instructed, the curtains were closed and I was suitably undressed. @nicoleS39 takes pleasure in describing her sessions, bless her. I hope she reads this. Since this was Part II of the discipline I was inspected first up. Being quite thick skinned there was precious little evidence of Part I. That meant trouble. At one point I thought she would go back for the paddle. However this was to be a brisk and businesslike, strictly discipline, session with no 'afters', so she made do with cane and belt. She told me to bend over for the cane. She proceeded to administer twelve strokes, not at full force. I was allowed a short interval before being told to bend over again, this time for the belt. 24 full force. She is very effective with the belt. She is actually rather good with any implement as it happens. I waited to hear how she would conclude the session. She seemed to be mulling it over while I rubbed my ass. Finally she told me to bend over for the last six. When she administers only six with the cane there is no 'last one the hardest'. They are all equally severe and very evenly applied. When she finished she inspected her handiwork before telling me to go back to my work. I am sitting in a soft chair right now and expect to feel the effects of the session until later in the week. And I will leave that damn ornament alone for a while.
  21. @Oracle Well, at the appointed hour this morning she entered the sitting room. As instructed, the curtains were closed and I was suitably undressed. @nicoleS39 takes pleasure in describing her sessions, bless her. I hope she reads this. Since this was Part II of the discipline I was inspected first up. Being quite thick skinned there was precious little evidence of Part I. That meant trouble. At one point I thought she would go back for the paddle. However this was to be a brisk and businesslike, strictly discipline, session with no 'afters', so she made do with cane and belt. She told me to bend over for the cane. She proceeded to administer twelve strokes, not at full force. I was allowed a short interval before being told to bend over again, this time for the belt. 24 full force. She is very effective with the belt. She is actually rather good with any implement as it happens. I waited to hear how she would conclude the session. She seemed to be mulling it over while I rubbed my ass. Finally she told me to bend over for the last six. When she administers only six with the cane there is no 'last one the hardest'. They are all equally severe and very evenly applied. When she finished she inspected her handiwork before telling me to go back to my work. I am sitting in a soft chair right now and expect to feel the effects of the session until later in the week. And I will leave that damn ornament alone for a while.
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