The Library of Spanking Fiction: Wellred Weekly


Wellred Weekly
Volume 1, Number 4 : January 6, 2012
 
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How I Came Out as a Spanko
by Neil

I parked the car about five streets away. I checked through my wallet and pockets to make sure I had nothing to indicate my name, address or occupation. Nervously I walked through the East Manchester streets to the appointed address, and when I rang the intercom I felt sure that all the neighbours were watching out for perverts like me. But maybe I wasn’t a pervert after all? Either way, I'd invested £40 to find out. The intercom buzzed me in.

I explained what I wanted; I was writing a spanking story and as a writer I took authenticity seriously and wanted to experience the corporal punishment I had presumed to write about. In fact, I had a naughty teenage boy scenario sketchily mapped out. But I was still glancing round anxiously, and with a laugh she swept aside the deep curtains to assure me that nobody holding a camera was lurking behind.

I think you can all guess what happened next – suffice it to say that it involved several implements and hurt a great deal but something prompted me to push to my limits. Afterwards she showed me the nursery with adult-sized cots and the torture chamber with a pretend brazier and implements glowing brightly with luminous orange paint as fiery tips, and I realised there were people far weirder than me who frequented her chambers; the scary Edwardian school room now suddenly quite tame! She invited me to try a taste of her new tawse on my hand and for a moment I thought she’d chopped it off – I was glad I hadn't been educated in Scotland!

When I was driving home I wondered why I was feeling so utterly great – I knew nothing about endorphin highs at that stage – but when I came down next morning I was shocked to see my bottom covered in purple mottling darkened by several cane stripes; I had to endeavour to go to bed and get up at separate times from my wife for a whole week.

But, yes I was definitely a confirmed spanko, so when the opportunity came to go to a spanking party near Huddersfield when my wife was away in London I grabbed at the chance, and it was one of the best nights of my life. After about half an hour, someone decided to set the ball rolling, and I was sat drinking juice and making polite chat as though this was a perfectly normal atmosphere whilst, about six feet away, a girl was being caned bare-bottom and howling loudly. Then almost shyly, I asked someone to play. Things progressed, and at one point I was almost naked, fastened to a post and being flogged by a pair of Dommes with about sixty people watching – those who could be bothered that is, there was a lot going on that night! But when my wife rang next day and asked where on earth I'd been on the Saturday night such that I couldn't be contacted I briefly considered lying, then realised I would have to lie about it forever. So I told her the truth. And so I was well and truly outed, uncomfortably so for a while, as we made adjustments in our relationship. But I no longer have to hide the websites I frequent, scene friends I have or munches I attend, although I can still be slightly embarrassed but not mortified if someone finds out.

So, overall I've been fortunate – I've got to do some things I yearned for at least once, things which many people never actually get to do, I can have "scene friends" and be quite openly on the library site and, though I don’t get to play with all and sundry, I still have my family intact at the end.


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