D is for Dungeon

We spankos tend to stay out of dungeons:  dark, dank places full of damp air and whips and chains as well, too boot, no doubt.

The unofficial scale of leaning towards the pain-pleasure conundrum goes:  slap-and-tickle/spanking/bdsm/sad0-masichism.    Most spankos are not sadists, but a lot of sadists do have a spanking streak in their make up, which confuses the hell out of everyone.

Whips and chains lie in the real of BDSM - a bit too severe for your average spanko and yet a bit too mild for even the mildest sadist.

But in fantasy, the spanko can enjoy reading or watching some bdsm activity:  provided the action does not stray too far from slapping bottoms and it is clearly the portrayal of a fantasy (no matter how bizarre).   On the other hand, I am led to believe that who have acquired bdsm tendencies don't only fantasize about such activity, they actively take part in it.

So, in real life we spankos tend to keep well away from dungeons.   But in fiction?  Well, here's a snippet from "Beloved Infidel":

Sandra knew along that this was not going to be good.  She had not dreamed that it was going to be so bad.    Malak tried to hold back a tear of rage.   That Abid!   One day, may it please Allah, that lad was going to learn what it meant to break a vow of silence.

“Come.   The dungeon awaits …”   He led them downstairs to learn the exact nature of their fate.

The lamps high above cast dark shadows on their faces.

Sandra and Malak had taken off their robes, and now faced each other.   A trestle stood between them, and they stood with legs wide apart, their ankles tied to its feet.   Their arms stretch above them, held in manacles which were chained to the ceiling.  Their bodies glistened in the chilled glow of fear.   They stared steadfastly into each other’s eyes.

Maudad picked up a large packing strap, and passed it around both their waists.   As he tightened one end  through the buckle, the two women were pulled together, making their backs arch, and their buttocks move outwards to be more prominent targets for him.   Sandra was just slightly taller than Malak and her pale pink breasts rode up over Malak’s smaller, but firmer, dark brown ones.  To avoid standing nose to nose, each turned their head slightly, to be cheek to cheek.

“The idea back then,” remarked Maudad “Was that  each other’s shoulders could be used to muffle screams.   I don’t expect you to have to do that.  The fifty you will each get will not break the skin.  But tied like this, you will each get to feel the other’s pain as well as your own.”

He paced around, eying them up and down, checking that they were quite secure.  He had not really planned it, but the pressure of the strap pulling them together had made it that they both now stood on tiptoe.   That was a nice touch.

 “The household cannot afford to lose both its number one wife and the mother of the first born at the same time.   And I do not wish to lose either of you.   Therefore, I will  punish you, and that is the end of the matter.  The end.   Is that clear?”

They both nodded.   “Yes master.”

Maudad went into the shadow, and returned with a whip somewhat longer than the one that Feren used on the servants and concubines.  Sandra felt the fear tightly grip her stomach...

 So - on second thoughts, dungeons whips and canes are not off limits, after all.   Erm... provided they are only pretend.

Now I would like to point you to Dinah's blog:  over there you wont believe what "D" she came up with...