That is a nice dress

… but come on, now. The dress prevents the disciplinarian from getting to the real seat of Erica Scott’s problem. A spanking at Sarah Gregory Spanking is always memorable. So, I submit that the dress needs to be raised, and panties lowered while we are at it.

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Off-Topic: Danielle Hunt’s Preferred Charity

Danielle Hunt is a London-based spanking model and Pro-switch. She has worked with many of the spanking industry’s video producers as a spankee, but can also dish it out. Danielle travels, and we highlight her destinations on our Traveling-Spankos page.

Danielle, and other spanking models, do not just bend over for six of the best, or plop down OTK. They also have causes and charities to which they devote a lot of time, energy, and support. One of Danielle’s primary cahrities to support is the Motor Neurone Disease Association also known as ALS (Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis), or Lou Gehrig’s Disease. Danielle has a fascinating story to tell of her recent efforts to support this cause. We offer Danielle’s tale below, and encourage you to support the charity of your choice.

Danielle’s 60 mile walk for The Brain Tumour Charity

Danielle Hunt
Danielle Hunt

Not that long ago, I was in so much pain that I thought I would have to chop my right leg off. One of those unbearable pains that make you wish you were dead. You must be wondering what caused this… well, here goes. On Saturday, 23 May 2015, I walked 60 miles to help raise funds for The Brain Tumour Charity.

In 2014, I happened to stumble across an advertisement in a local newspaper asking for volunteers to do a walk of either 20 miles, 30 miles or 60 miles to help raise funds for a charity of their choice. I did my first walk in June of 2014 for the Motor Neurone Disease Association (Americans will know this disease as ALS, or Lou Gehrig’s Disease), and have never looked back. I raised just over £3000 walking 20 miles. This year I was determined to top that.

Despite the fact that it is now August, a whole 3 months after my 60 mile walk, I still grimace at the memory of that pain. Don’t get me wrong, it was all worth it! I decided to raise money for The Brain Tumour Charity for a number of reasons – primarily, a relative in my family died at the age of 23 from a pituitary brain tumour. This was a long time ago, so it’s quite possible that they would have survived in today’s times with all the improvements in technology and medicine. Either way, the fact remains the same….the biggest killer of under 25 year olds in the UK Is Brain Tumours.

In addition, The Brain Tumour Charity is a very small charity. They aren’t large enough to have charity shops to raise funds, similarly they don’t have enough money to fund advertisement on TV. The charity receives no government funding. This is despite the fact they plug a very large gap in treatment of brain tumour sufferers. Their work has been described as ‘a lifesaver’ by relatives of brain tumour sufferers. I cannot put into words the hole that is left in a family when a person so young dies. Yes, there is a death, there is a funeral and all the other predictable happenings, but the disease spreads throughout the greater family, almost like a plague. Nothing is the same.

With all the time that has passed, it’s still hard to not be bitter. All the ‘what ifs’ and ‘the maybes’ will never go away. But the important part of raising money for charities such as this is that they are on The Front Line telling brain tumours to royally fuck off!

So there I was, back in December of 2014 and sunning myself on holiday in Brazil whilst the UK was battered with storms when I received an email from Action Challenge, the organizers of my 20 mile walk which I completed the previous June. The email invited me to join – at a discounted rate – a 60 mile walk that was taking place in May of 2015. Fantastic, 5 months to train is what I thought. Conversely this is a lot longer than my relative had, it all it was 6 weeks from diagnosis to death.

I eagerly signed up and then went down to the beach for a cocktail, not realizing that after the race I would be taking a cocktail of painkillers in order to try and get back to walking without searing pain and a limp.

I wanted to encourage as many people to sponsor me as possible. I thought up a few things as well as the traditional begging letters and texts. I advertised my walk on both www.britishspanking.com and www.itc-mag.co.uk and posted regular updates on how my training was getting along. I organised not one but two spanking parties with the help of several other spankees. All the monies raised (which would normally be kept as profit) were given to the charity. In all, the two parties raised £1140. These didn’t come off without a hitch.

The parties were well attended which was great. Anyone who has ever run a spanking party will know that it’s quite stressful getting everything to happen at exactly the right time.

Dottie
Dottie

On the morning of the first party, I received a call from a man who had booked to attend, sent a deposit to me confirming his place, and who had spent well over an hour talking to me on several occasions asking various questions about the party. He was ringing to say that “in his heart of hearts” he could not come as it might jeopardize his relationship that he had embarked upon just two weeks before the party. He was not sure if his new beau would think of him as a “pervert” for being into such things. In times like this…..when you find yourself running around making sure everything is in place, everything is tidied away, all the starters are being prepared and not burnt to a crisp… phone calls such as this aren’t the most helpful. All you can do is hold back the desire to scream and swear and say “I hope you and your new girlfriend have a wonderful life together, “sans spanking” and put down the phone.

Josephine Scissons
Josephine Scissons

The theme of the parties was that some very poorly behaved girls were up before their probation officers. Josephine Scissons, Dottie, Lola, Wynter Skye and myself found ourselves facing a string of allegations, namely that whilst on probation for previous offences, we stole money that was donated by the public to a charity. GOOD HEAVENS!

No one could prove it obviously, but it seems that a series of expensive purchases – Christian Louboutin shoes for Josephine, an iPhone 6 for Dottie, a designer jacket for Lola, and a new car for both Wynter and myself – meant that we had come under suspicion. Of course these were all lies. Though we are habitual re-offenders, we wouldn’t stoop so low to as to steal from a charity. But, our charity buckets had little money in because instead of standing in the local town centre collecting money, we went to a local park and got drunk.

Lola
Lola

So it was decided unanimously by the probation officers that we HAD stolen funds meant for the charity. Shock, horror! After 30 seconds of deliberation they decided that we must be punished for our crimes. It was here that I admitted that I hadn’t used any of the charity money to buy the car, I had stolen that. I thought that might make them go lighter on me. Conversely, I got a much harder spanking than the others.

Throughout my campaign to raise funds for the Brain Tumour Charity, the charity was communicating with me by email, and were very helpful. I told them I was organizing a fundraising party, though I neglected to tell them exactly what the party consisted of. In response to this, they sent me a ‘party pack’ which included banners, bunting, badges, stickers, t-shirts for myself and all the girls, as well as ideas for games. Most importantly, they gave me wallet-sized fold out cards to hand out to the guests. These were very informative. The cards included all sorts of topics, what are the ten most common signs of a brain tumour, ten facts about the statistics of brain tumours, and practical advice on how to support a friend or relative suffering from a brain tumour.

So the parties went well, and I was exhausted afterwards. Organizing – and being spanked – at two spanking parties in two days is no easy feat! The race was still light years in the future in my mind.

Ready to go
Ready to go

The next week passed quickly, and before I knew it I was on my way to Old Deer Park in Richmond to start the race. A friend of mine came with me to be my personal cheerleader at the start. A different friend was going to meet me at the end. The weather forecast cool and overcast – great, that’s just what we want! Instead it wasn’t just warm, it was hot. BUGGER!

I was making good progress, sometimes it’s hard to forget that it is not a race as such. I took an iPod with me so that I could listen to music to keep me awake as I had to wake up at 4:00 AM to get there by 7:00 AM. I had to keep saying to myself MISS HUNT DON’T OVER EXERT YOURSELF NOW. REMEMBER THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE!!!!!

The hardest parts of the walk were mile 17 and mile 51 which were very steep, both upwards and downwards. Though it wasn’t raining some of the parts of the walk were just caked in mud from where all the people ahead of me had walked. In other parts, the organizers had to put up rope at waist height for people to grab a hold of just in case the walkers slid. Had I encountered this on any normal walk, I would have given up and gone home, but after having heard numerous tales from several people who had sponsored me about their friends and relatives who had had brain tumours, giving up was not an option!

A very amusing point I should make is that admiring women’s bottoms is not hard in events like this … a lot of them are wearing spandex!

You meet lots of nice people all of whom are very friendly and very eager to offer support and blister plaster if you need it. This to most people might seem like a casual meeting, but it was anything but. Events such as this are dominated by walkers raising funds for many very well-known charities.

Later on in the walk, at mile 42, I happened to come upon some other people raising funds for The Brain Tumour Charity. By now we were into day 2, it was 4 am on Sunday and the rest of the country was asleep (quite rightly), and here we were walking through some nameless forest. I remember the exact moment (I had slowed down a lot due to the branches on the ground, I saw a girl take a very nasty fall UP a curb around midnight and was wanting to keep my bones un-broken!) that I chanced upon them. I can only describe it as meeting a long lost sibling. There was an instant connection of sorts. Here we were, fighting for the same cause, quite literally fighting the good fight, a thin blue line, going off to war. Ignoring our war wounds to grab brain tumours by the balls and not stop squeezing until they DIEEEEEEEEEEE . By this time, I was sporting a very badly sprained right ankle.

THe offending ankle
The offending ankle

My right ankle, and then my right knee were in a lot of pain. For the last 15 miles I was hobbling more so than walking. Putting any weight on my foot was agonizing. I was mixing painkillers with pro-plus in order to keep awake. I felt awful. Exhausted and weary, the heat was a bit too much towards the end. Other unusual things I saw whilst doing the last 30 miles include watching a deer knock itself unconscious on a wooden fence after being chased by a dog. Dum de dum. I also met a rather friendly pony and several cats. Several people driving by in cars beeped their horns and cheered us along. Meanwhile, I was wondering if it was possible to have a foot transplant.

Some people wrongly assume that because I can take the cane and enjoy doing so, I have a high pain threshold on other parts of my body, such as my foot … if only.Fucking hell. This is harder than taking a judicial punishment!

I was really wearing in my new walking boots which I had received as a gift from a friend of mine for Christmas. They were from Millets, but had become my everyday-shoes over the previous few months. When talking with other walkers – after discussing out various war wounds – talk then moved onto how much walking everyone had done. In the early days after signing up, I did my walking religiously, even walking 8-9 miles at night to get my body prepared for that, but in the weeks coming up to the race I had let this slip somewhat – for a good reason of course – I was busy advertising for donations and replying to people.

Ironically, the finish line seemed further away at mile 50 (with only ten miles left) than it did at the start. When I did finally cross the finish line at Brighton Racecourse, I felt like Neil Armstrong landing on the Moon. I simply couldn’t believe I had done it. It had taken me a lot longer than I had expected, but that was because I had to spend so much poking and prodding my foot into moving. The only thing I could think about was where the nearest hospital was….

A medal and a smile
A medal and a smile
My medal was put around my neck by a man with a microphone who asked me my name and what charity I had raised money for. I felt like grabbing the microphone and asking if there were any doctors present. I was given a glass of champagne – plastic – as we wouldn’t want any further injuries. My friend who came to meet me presented me with a balloon which said Well Done Danielle on it. All these niceties were really by the by, all I wanted was a sit down.

My body clock was a bit out of whack, but almost 35 hours after starting I had finished. Yes, DANIELLE HUNT HAD WALKED ALL OVER BRAIN TUMOURS. At the racecourse, the organizers had set up a marquee which had food, drinks and medical professionals. That is where I got the bad news. I hobbled in, despite having a medal around my neck no one offered to lift me up to save my very painful leg. A doctor checked me over. After seeing that my right foot was twice the size of my left and then hearing me show just how common I was by saying every swear word under the sun when she poked and prodded at said ankle, I was diagnosed as having a sprained ankle with some tendon damage on the upper part of my right food.

As they say, if something is worth doing, it is worth doing well. I truly had done this very well. It’s a good job I hadn’t planned much for the week ahead because I wouldn’t be going anywhere. I was told to rest my foot at an elevated position until the worst of the pain passes. Its advice like this that makes you think that doctors aren’t in touch with modern living.

DanielleHuntDiaperThat said, I am sure the diaper position for spanking would suffice

Hobbling over to my friend’s car was a big pain and getting into the car was a big pain and slight movements were an even bigger pain. In the end, I took so many painkillers that I started having stomach problems. This is what happens when you take on a bunch of cancerous cells the size of your fingernail. It turns people like me who are 5’5’’ into wailing babies. Oh, I did have a good cry in the car.

But, it was over. I had my medal and a picture of me at the race line. I then went about telling ANYONE and EVERYONE and EVERYONE’S COUSIN. Bow down to me, I injured myself in the name of a good cause… well not quite like that. The emails and phone calls I got (some whilst I was walking as well) were very kind, and I am truly thankful. They really did help me carry on when I just wanted to give up.

The Brain Tumour Charity is now £5800 better off due to my efforts, and that amount is going up as I am still accepting donations which I am passing onto the charity. To know I have made a difference is very rewarding. All I can hope is that this money will help the charity conduct further research and produce medicines which will mean that having a brain tumour is no longer a death sentence.

My foot is on the mend, and I am no longer screaming when I put any pressure on it.

Finally, although it’s just over a year away and although this year’s 60 mile challenge almost killed me, I have signed up to another next year where I will be raising funds for a charity which supports Prostate Cancer sufferers.

Danielle Hunt
spankdanielle@hotmail.co.uk
www.stingingtails.co.uk
07763 870 589

Caned and spanked

The disciplinarians at Triple A Spanking always have their hands full. The girls cannot seem to catch a break, or get away with anything. Discipline is always swift, just, and severe.

In Midnight Feast, Joelle [Barros] had snuck into the staff room late at night to take back some cookies to her room for a “midnight feast” as she was starving and fed up with the strict diets imposed on the girls at the boarding school. However, she had greedily consumed some cookies on the way back to her room before snacking on the rest, leaving a trail of crumbs for Mr. Osborne to discover. He tracked the staff room incursion back to Joelle’s bedroom, and confronted her over the theft. Cane in hand, ever prepared, Mr. Osborne knew Joelle had no excuse. She took a hard, no nonsense caning and spanking punishment over her pajamas and on her bare bottom!

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