After writing about being open with the more serious aspects of DD, I thought I’d follow-up with something a little more lighthearted but still in the same vein: and that is how spanking .....even in a DD household...... need not always be 100% serious. When you live openly as a person who gets spanked regularly, that activity can easily work its way into other arenas. Granted, if one’s spanking situation is a well-guarded secret, this won’t happen, but Rosa and I are not secretive. I have written before how our lifestyle has been assimilated into our household, and because even Rosa and I don’t always treat spanking itself seriously, those around us have also seen how varied its practice can be......including being used as a 'penalty' for a video game.
One of the things I noticed with all of Rosa's kids when they were younger, was a sort of bemused glee at the prospect of me 'getting it' from their Mom, and I think this is a very natural reaction for a kid. If you are a kid who knows that you never need to worry about being spanked by your Mom, but that your Mom’s boyfriend does, you can’t help but enjoy little opportunities to see him get it. Think of all the cartoons and scenes in movies going back to the earliest days of film, where the sight of a grown character getting their butt traumatized was a source of humor. Now here you are in a situation where a real life adult in your own home routinely suffers the same fate. As long as the situation holds no hint of abuse, how can a kid not find that amusing?
And even though there was an obvious serious aspect to the DD part that they were well aware of, Rosa and I didn’t pretend that there couldn’t be a lighter side to having a D/s dynamic within a relationship. So once Rosa established her authority in a serious way, she had no problem doing it playfully as well. Innocent traditions like “Birthday Spanks” took on a whole new meaning and significance as an opportunity to have some fun with power…..while not being mean about it. All ‘fairness’ in the Birthday boy or girl getting their whacks on their day is turned all around and one person who also happens to be an adult, ends up as the only one whose butt gets whacked. Now as a kid you are seeing an older person not just subject to deserved punishments for bad behavior but somewhat powerless to avoid getting spanked even on their mother’s whim. What’s not to like? It’s pretty satisfying seeing a guilty person in a serious situation where tempers were lost, things were said, and feelings were hurt get spanked for it, but how cool is it to have one-sided spanking penalties for things that aren’t serious…..especially when you know…...serious or not…...those spankings are still going to sting plenty?
And being kids and seeing all this, they naturally wanted to 'get in on the fun' to a safe degree. Rosa and I both picked up on this interest and would occasionally let them have some 'sport' at my expense in the form of being able to declare me their personal proxy for Birthday Spanks. No matter whose birthday it was, if spanks were to be given, only I would get them. So here you are again, as the ‘kid’ and instead of having to endure your own birthday whacks, someone else was taking them for you. If more whacks meant more ‘good luck’ for the birthday person and those whacks were going to someone else, well, ‘give me all the luck you can!’
Another outcome of being the only one in the house who can get spanked for just about anything was to have ‘play spankings’ used as game penalties. We called it: "playing for stakes" and it involved a very one-sided set of penalties for various failures or conditions within a specific game.
Rosa was a very willing part of all this. She herself does not like to play games….especially video games…..but she does like to spank, and she also loves to show off her authority by doling out spankings when needed, so by being the official “spanker” for the stakes involved, she was able to be a part of her kids’ games without actually having to play them.
A 'stakes' game had to be approved beforehand by Rosa (which she was happy to do) and then my opponent would set the 'stakes' beforehand, and then we'd play.......with them keeping a tally of my penalties. At the end of the game, they'd give the tally to Rosa with a big grin and she'd play into it and tell them that she would now 'take care of it'. It was all in fun, and never mean…...and everyone knew it and took it as a joke. Although as an adult playing against these kids…….. who seemed like they were born with game controllers in their hands…….., the outcome for these games was hardly ever in question. Basically, if I got an invitation to a 'stakes' game from one of them and Rosa approved it, there was little doubt in anyone's mind of how things were going to end up. It just became a way for them to bond with me over a video game with the added bonus of knowing that in the end I was going to get spanked and the only thing in question was how high the tally would be. To be fair, we sometimes had ‘penalties’ for the kids if I somehow managed to win…..but these were like “get Ken a beer when he asks for one” kinds of things. And to be honest? I got a lot more spanks than I ever got beer!
The spankings themselves could be delivered one of two ways: either I’d be on all fours right in the same room where we played …...with my play-partner in attendance and me in these light cotton PJs that provided total coverage but offered little cushioning for my hinder, OR I’d be taken to our bedroom and be given a good, private, OTK paddling on my bare bottom. The ‘winner’ had the option to choose which they preferred and either be an eyewitness to the spanking over PJs, or be able to listen in on the other.
As I recall, initially the kids’ choices usually resulted in the public clothed paddlings, but once the novelty of seeing me get it wore off a bit, and the kids realized that a bare-bottomed paddling was definitely more of a painful and embarrassing penalty for me, that choice became the more popular one. (Ana mentioned in a post a while back how initially she thought that whenever her Mom took me to the room for a spanking, that I would ‘get it’ over PJs. When she learned that I got it over her Mom’s lap with my pants down, it added a new level of intensity. I think this was the same for them. I know if I was given the choice of seeing a friend get spanked over their clothes or knowing they would get it in private on their bare hinder, I’d choose the latter.) The subsequent sounds of smacks and ouches from the next room (our bedroom is next to our TV room) then provided entertaining proof of the prowess of whoever the gaming ‘winner’ happened to be. And in that regard, and to different degrees, every single one of my grinning step-kids had at one time or another, managed to send me off to their mother with a hefty, penalty-laden scorecard.
All three kids had their own favorite game they would choose. Even the oldest, who was the least interested in the actual DD lifestyle, would enjoy playing me for 'stakes' in Soul Caliber. (It got to a point where after a while I would only agree to play him at all if he gave me a point handicap….and even then I’d still end up with a very sore behind.) Ana liked Let's Dance (which she could usually win easily), and instead of playing against me, Osito would team up with me for Resident Evil 5.
Depending on the game, they might come up with a set penalty if they beat me in total score, or if it was a team player game, I would be penalized if I ended up botching a score by 'dying' while my partner was still 'healthy'.
As you can see from this Resident Evil fan art, the inclination to punish 'characters' for annoying game play with a spanking is not unheard of.
Out of all of my ‘steps’, “Osito” (Ana’s younger brother) probably played more “Stakes”games than either of his siblings. Our main game was Resident Evil 5, which we could play together as a team. But as a player who was not nearly as good as my teammate, it would very often be me who got us killed. All it took was some clumsy misstep, a slow or incorrect response to a screen prompt, or just poor marksmanship and “you are dead” inevitably flashed onto the screen.
A familiar screen that for me should have had "and you are going to get spanked for it!" added underneath.
As you might expect, since I drew this......the situation depicted while humorous.....is pretty darned accurate.
Over time though he was also getting pretty creative as to what other parts of the game constituted grounds for a spanking. Eventually something like a character uttering some annoying catchphrase would be jotted down for a few extra whacks. And even if I played well enough to minimize our deaths, I had no control over these random utterances….and over the course of a game, they’d add up. But as someone who also found these particular phrases annoying, I could appreciate Osito wanting to have some kind of recourse for enduring them, and since only my half of the team got spanked, it naturally made sense that my butt would have to pay the price.
Here's a bit of fan art depicting the evil and formidable Wesker spanking Chris. One of Osito's later additions was adding a set number of spanks whenever Wesker would yell out this annoying, "Chriiiiiis!" And so besides killing me often enough, Wesker was able to get me spanked just by opening his mouth! I'm not usually a huge fan of M/m spanking, but in this case, I can sort of relate to Chris' predicament .....if not his enthusiasm for added severity, because whenever we'd hit a scene where Wesker appeared, I sort of knew my butt was in trouble!
At one point, our “spanking stakes” adventures hit a sort of high point. Osito would ask to play often and with ever-expanding, one-sided consequences. And yes, I’d go along…...and so would Rosa. She never amended a total, and though never actually displeased with me, never went easy on the penalty. If a good, thorough spanking was the agreed-upon consequence, she could be relied upon to deliver it as such. Even I sometimes volunteered a few suggested ‘extras’ to keep things fresh and risky (for me). And then? As with all things, it just sort of faded out of fashion, which with kids getting to a certain age, makes perfect sense.
So what was my surprise when I recently mentioned something about our old “playing for stakes” routine to Osito and he responded that he had just seen an online version of resident Evil 5 being played as a drinking game and thought how easily those rules could translate to spanking? Now there’s a coincidence! Add to this one hasty criticism, an admission of how ironic getting a discipline slip would be after the weekend that I had, some guy-to-guy bravado banter, and…….well……………… after some discussion, it looked like “playing for stakes” would make a return.
When Osito began to mention all the options he was considering, (he actually sounded very enthusiastic about the possibilities) I actually found myself stalling and back-pedalling a bit. I mentioned that maybe we’d need limits and caps on certain things. Then I told him to let me think more about all this and once I was alone I realized that if “I” got to negotiate the terms, I’d definitely ask for all sorts of limits and minimize certain things I know he likes. I knew that I had to somehow take myself out of the decision process. And because there was a half-serious ‘offence’ tangled up in this, I had an idea: what if we co-wrote a Discipline Slip for the offence wherein my “punishment” would be an irretractable agreement to play whatever game he wanted, with whatever stakes he came up with, for as long as he wished? I presented that idea to him and he signed off on my offer and agreed to make up the list of rules. When Rosa came home I showed her the slip, and told her what it was all about and what her involvement would be if she agreed. (All Discipline Slips require Rosa’s approval). And, as one would expect, she agreed without hesitation or fuss.
However, after a few days went by without any further developments, I just asked him if he was still interested or if it was just a passing notion. He admitted that since he’s so absorbed in either going to work or his music, (he actually composes arrangements and original instrumental pieces) that he’s not sure when we’d ever have time to play. So I guess it was just an idea that appealed to him in the moment and then faded in the harsh light of day to day living. Whatever the reason, it seems I’m safe for the time being…...unless he changes his mind again. (And despite my willingness to 'play', I am not really super eager for it either, so I have no intention of trying to persuade him!)