The Silent Howl

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In my stories the Woody Gals are remarkable stoic. They subscribe to the philosophy that ‘only muffs howl’, but more accurately this should be ‘only muffs howl out loud’.

In a series of recent posts published by Ms Niki Flynn on her Not-Blog she has generously offered up some delightful pictures of the facial contortions of both herself and her friends during various phases of being spanked.

Obviously there are three stages to any spanking. Before, during and after. In my experience the recipient (or the soon-to be recipient or just-has-been recipient, as the case may be) will progress through a number of interesting facial transformations.

In the case of My Beloved Jojo, when she first arrives in my office she always appears somewhat cock-sure. She seems to think that she will be able to bewitch and beguile me by fluttering her eyelashes and making appropriately remorseful excuses that will distract me from the business in hand. Considering that this particular ruse has a poor track-record of success it amuses me that she continues to employ it, but Jojo is nothing if not an optimist. When we visit the race track she always bets on outsiders.

I consider myself a just and fair man so I always listen patiently to her often outlandish explanations regarding her acts of mischief and malfeasance. Jojo is quite extraordinary in her earnestness and she can be divinely animated during her eloquent deliveries.

Nonetheless, there comes a time in the proceedings that I feel compelled to burst her bubble and inform her that she is soon to get her just desserts. Even after all these years there is always a moment of disbelief that her concerted efforts have fallen on stony ground. Now Jojo is the epitome of a Woody Gal and cut from sturdy stuff. She is not about to do anything crass like show fear or disappointment. However there will always be almost imperceptible signs that she realizes that the game is up. A flicker of the eye, a tiny twitch of the corners of her mouth, or her fingers drumming against the sides of her legs indicate that she fully understands that we are done with the preliminaries and are moving swiftly on to the main event.

I call this the “oh shit” moment. Anybody who has been even remotely around the spanking scene (which I can only assume includes most visitors to this site) will know what I am talking about. Some of my all-time favorite photo-stories have featured not just the spankings themselves but the lead-up, and some of my fave pix have just been focused on that very distinct moment when a gal acknowledges that she is bang to rights and all that’s left is whops. 

In an earlier post ‘Remove Your Blazer and other Punishment Rituals’ I wrote of my personal love of rituals in the spanking theater. The ceremonial removal of the blazer goes back to my own schooldays. For some reason it was deemed inappropriate to be beaten while wearing a jacket displaying the school coat of arms. Presumably being caned was seen as bringing disgrace to the good name of the hallowed institution. It has to be said that in some ways we Brits are a rather curious bunch. Nonetheless I have used the ‘remove your blazer’ technique to great effect during my spanking adventures.

Even the ever-stoic Jojo can’t help taking on an air of resigned weariness as she finally takes off her blazer and hangs it up. The moment of reckoning is upon her and in the next few seconds she knows that she will either be head down, arse up across my knees, or otherwise draped across whatever piece of furniture that has been deemed appropriate for her ‘punishment’.

I bet that I am not the only spanker who has artfully positioned the recipient facing a mirror. As a writer this is strictly for research purposes so that I will better be able to describe reactions (if you believe that you’ll believe anything!).

As I have said Jojo is the epitome of the Woody Gal and is not the least bit inclined to show me that I am causing her any discomfort, unless of course she is positioned facing a conveniently placed mirror. At the Woody Back to School unit howling is considered muffish and would attract considerable derision from a gals fellow inmates. Some degree of low-level gasping, panting, moaning, grunting and groaning is considered acceptable.

In my stories there are some notable exceptions amongst the generally whop-hardened inmates. Holler James is the unit’s most notorious muff. She is incapable of getting through whops without kicking up a brouhaha. The Brass are frequently forced to resort to summonsing members of the Elite to forcibly hold her down. Beating Holler can be a hazardous business, she often responds to the lick of the cane by frantically kicking back her heels and catching her chastiser with painful hacks on the shins. In one episode Ms Phyllis MacAllister, the legendary martinet known to the Woody Wags as the Dyke, (see The Dyke, George W and Reverse Defenestration), suffers several painful hacks while attempting to tawse Holler, but as a diligent disciplinarian she is determined to complete the punishment. She sends for several of the more athletic members of the Elite and has Holler secured over a lab stool with her wrists and ankles secured with Bunsen burner chords so that the thrashing can proceed.

My Beloved Jojo is the antithesis of Holler James. She is extremely brave and remarkably resilient. However, as I have observed in the mirror even Jojo cannot refrain from indulging in the occasional silent howl. If I land a particularly hot and sensitive stroke her head jerks back, her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth opens into an ‘O’. Clearly she would love to empty her lungs and scream the walls down if she did not consider it beneath her and undignified. Nonetheless, even though her beautiful face is contorted into a ghastly grimace, as an unashamed spanko, she still looks divine to me

The final phase of a spanking is of course is the aftermath. The inmates of the Woody Back to School unit regard post-whop rubbing to be a sign of weakness and refuse to give the enemy the satisfaction that they might have actually hurt them. Jojo, of course, subscribes to this school of thought and always straightens her clobber without even a hint of rubbing. She has been known to flap her skirt furiously after a particularly hot and sweaty session but she argues that flapping is not the same as rubbing and regards it as a perfectly legitimate activity. Personally I feel that I would be churlish to split hairs over such subtle intricacies of a spankettes personal protocols.

Jojo and I religiously record all our sessions in her ‘Punishment Record Book’ which she carries in the breast pocket of her blazer. During the post-processing phase she generally favors sporting a look of brazen defiance as if to say ‘so what you caned me, what does that make you, the big cheese on campus?’ For my part I tend to ignore this part of her act. I can tell from her flushed cheeks and pursed lips that her rear end is burning beneath her bumbags. We all get our satisfaction in our own way.

So once again thanks to Ms Flynn and her fellow spanking models for their drama class and Bottoms Up to the rest of you.

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