I was away on holiday last week. It was lovely. A week spent by the seaside, swimming, eating lovely food and chilling out, was exactly what I needed. Was also planning on some well-needed spanks but it turns out that our little holiday villa wasn’t exactly conducive to noisy spanking sessions. (And it’s always noisy, not because I make a lot of noise (I’m actually pretty quiet, considering), but because the sound of a paddle crashing against naked buttock has quite the amplified reverberating volume to it.)
There wasn’t much by way of sound-proofing going on (and they never mention that in the brochures). We could hear our next door neighbour snoring. And there’s nothing quite as offputting to a big ol’ spanking sesh as the thought that one’s fellow holidaymakers would be fully able to count the spanks along with you.
Happily, there was an easy solution to this. A quick google search and I had managed to book a two hour slot at a spanking dungeon at another seaside town an hour away.
We hadn’t been to Brighton Dungeon before and I can heartily recommend it. (If you like that sort of thing.) A year ago, Gentleman Friend and I bid a fond farewell to our regular BDSM hangout, TP Dungeons, when it closed its doors for the last time in October 2019.
2020 was going to be the year of trying out as many Spank Dungeons as possible in order to find ourselves a new favourite. But then 2020 turned out the way it did, and our outside-the-bedroom spanking adventures were somewhat derailed.
From a Covid point of view, a specially designated BDSM space has got to be one of the safest places you can go to. Hey, these places were providing copious amounts of hand sanitiser and wiping down all surfaces with antibacterial cleaner before it was cool!
God, I’ve missed going to places like this. I’ve never much been one for play parties with lots of other people, but hiring the exclusive use of a BDSM playground for a couple of hours is basically my equivalent of a trip to Disneyland.
I was bouncing with excitement all the way there and Brighton Dungeon really did not disappoint.
They have an actual dungeon there! You open a door off the main play area and it’s like all one’s medieval fantasies (or nightmares) come to life. A stone clad, dark, damp oubliette with clanky metal restraints and chains. Which given the cursory amount of research I’d done in my attempts to book a spank venue super quick, was quite the surprise.
We didn’t use it. In fact there was loads of things at Brighton Dungeon we didn’t use because we only had two hours to spend there and our attentions were entirely focused on the spanking bench.
We did have a good look round, of course. There’s a medical play area which boasts shelves and drawers of the biggest array of dildos I’ve ever seen in my life. Some of them were massive! I kept thinking I’d seen the biggest one possible, then I’d open another drawer and, nope, there’s a bigger one! I’m not exaggerating, the biggest of these silicone beasts was about the length and girth of my forearm. It must be like trying to birth a baby.
The play-dungeon-y area (as opposed to the actual dungeon) is well equipped with a cage, a St Andrews Cross, support beams and of course, a spanking bench, which is where I spent most of our visit.
There are so many implements provided that Gentleman Friend didn’t even open the toy bag we’d brought with us. He was having great fun discovering shiny new things with which to beat my bottom.
Most memorable was a thick leather strap. It was really very thick and heavy indeed. I remember it as being at least an inch in depth but Gentleman Friend tells me I’m exaggerating. It felt that thick though, I can tell you. I am in no way wimpy about these things, but that particular implement was an absolute bastard. Because stealing it as we left was not an ethical (or indeed legal) option, I think we are going to need to seek out and purchase our own version of The Bastard very soon.
There were crops, canes and paddles aplenty including a very daft paddle which was covered on one side with faux fur. I giggled every time he hit me with that. It felt like the sort of spanking implement, Jim Henson’s Muppets would use on one another.
There was probably about an hour and half’s worth of solid spanking in our visit and by the end I was sore, exhausted and very, very, very happy.
The timeslot didn’t allow much time for on-site aftercare so Gentleman Friend took me to a very nice cafe afterwards where I could decompress from sub-space with a vegetarian sausage sandwich and a pot of Earl Grey.
I left the dungeon feeling – as I was always do after a satisfying spanking session – like I had taken a load of really lovely drugs. I was utterly spaced out and wobbly. Gentleman Friend takes very good care of me when I’m like that. Given that he has to do all the (literal!) heavy lifting during the spanking session itself and then look out for me as I spend the next hour descending from my fluffy pink cloud, I do feel like that he has to put a lot more work into these things than I do. I just lie there! Although what with everything that goes on, it feels as though I’ve had some kind of energetic workout by the time we’ve finished.
Gentleman Friend assures me that he enjoys it and I have no reason to doubt it. It’s odd though, I couldn’t do what he does. I’d be bored after about ten minutes I reckon. But then, he has no desire to be in my position either. It’s like we enjoy two completely different things that are entirely complimentary.
It wasn’t until I thought about it afterwards in order to write this, that there was absolutely no sex at all during our visit. Sex and spanking are two completely different things for me with different (but equally pleasant) outcomes. Often, they overlap because the person I like to be spanked by is also the person I like to have sex with it and they do compliment each other rather well.
I think this might be what separates perverts from non-perverts. Vanilla people might appreciate a bit of slap ‘n’ tickle as foreplay to the main sex event. But enjoying spanking purely for its own sake with no expectation of any sexy times (even though I was naked the whole time) probably puts us firmly in the weirdos camp.
And it’s a very nice place to be.
If you want to make your own booking for Brighton Dungeon, you can do so on their website here: brightondungeon.com