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Here’s a cute little story about a couple of fairies (the miniature kind, with wings) who have a minor unresolved interpersonal issue. It’s too short to excerpt, so just go read it: “Buttercup” by Dice.

Alas it is on GeoCities so there’s an annoying pop-up you’ll have to squash.

Here’s a sobering reminder of the fact that the memes we play with in the BDSM world are vestigial artifacts of a brutal era when whips and bondage had no connection to anything safe, sane, and consensual:

Caption reads: “Flagellation of a Female Samboe Slave”.

As a news story this is old, but the linked article is told in humorous fashion. It seems this lawyer had a penchant for spanking his clients….

Here’s an essay arguing that the happy symmetry between hand and bottom is proof of the existence of God:

Admit it or not, we all would like to find some evidence of the existence of a caring deity, a God force in our world.

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Proof, you say. You need more proof. But that is so easy. Look at the shape of the human hand, how the palm effortlessly forms a gentle curve. Hold your hand board flat and stiff, and it is a strain; the whole hand soon starts to shake. But allow it to form to that natural curve of someone’s butt, and immediately all is right once again in the universe.

In sum, the hand was meant for spanking, just as the butt was meant to be spanked. The circle is closed, all is as it should be. The universe is good. Drop your pants and bend over.

Perhaps not philosophically rigorous, but I’m not inclined to argue.

OK, so after posting yesterday about the joys of a fun quality spanking story where the participants held each other in high regard, now I’m posting an excerpt from a spanking story where the spanking is disciplinary, institutional, and motivated pretty much by plain old meanness leavened with religious zealotry. But if you like descriptions of very harsh spankings, you’ll love this:

[Excerpt removed by request of the author.]

From “The Valley Reform School For Girls” by Barrister.

Although I link to a lot of spanking stories, I think this one is “a cut above” (heh) most. Why? Because it has characters with appealing personalities, those characters actually seem to care about each other, the spankings have more-or-less reasonable reasons, and yet when it’s time for a spanking, the job gets done with all due vigor. This excerpt is from “Ailsa Learns To Drive“:

We had barely completed our tale of woe when the telephone rang. Uncle Hugh answered it out in the front hall. He returned five minutes later with a broad grin on his face.

“That was Constable Hawkins,” he announced. “I had to assure him that two young ladies would find sitting uncomfortable for the rest of the day. Particularly the one with the dark hair.”

“Ailsa can’t sit down in comfort as it is,” said the irrepressible Janet. “It was all my fault. I told Ailsa that I couldn’t drive because I had twisted my ankle. So I suggest you cane me just the way you did Ailsa the other day. But you mustn’t beat Ailsa again. She’s far too sore already!”

Uncle Hugh considered this proposal. Then he chuckled.

“Alright, Janet, I’ll fix you up with six of the best if that’s the way you really want it,” he said. “But Ailsa was a party to these misdeeds and Constable Hawkins won’t be happy if she escapes completely. I doubt if I could lay a fresh set of stripes between the present ones, but six with a hairbrush should make sitting distinctly uncomfortable. Meet me in the library at two o’clock.”

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Uncle Hugh touched the crown of Janet’s bottom with the cane, and I saw her knuckles turn white as she tightened her hold on the handgrips. Then he swung the cane over his right shoulder and brought it down hard and fast. My own bottom clenched involuntarily.

“Whirrr!” “Swick!” “Aooooh!” “Aoooh!” Completely unprepared by any prior experience, Janet screamed and gasped in response to the fiery stinging pain that flooded through her rump. Her head and legs swung up wildly, her buttocks clenched tight in agony. But she clung fiercely to the handgrips and gradually relaxed with her bottom still quivering. I watched in horror as the initially white stripe turned to a flaming red along its edges.

Uncle Hugh raised that dreadful cane again.

“Whirrr!” “Swick!” “Aoouuuh!” Janet’s response was part gasp and part suppressed scream, but her legs only kicked slightly. I saw the second stripe, an inch below the first, change to a matching fiery red. Janet crossed her legs at the ankles as she anticipated the next stroke….

This story is but one from a series, the rest of which I haven’t yet read, but which can be found here.

Such rosy glowing cheeks!

Now that I’ve commented repeatedly on this genre of how-to essays, I keep stumbling across more of them. Here’s an excerpt from “Telling Him: Broaching the Subject of Domestic Discipline to Your Partner” by Vicki Blue:

If you can talk to him, tell him that you have a deep, unmet need for limits and guidelines. Tell him that you feel secure living under the rules of loving authority. Reassure him that you aren’t looking for a daddy but more of a mentor figure who will shepherd you within a loving framework.

Give him time to absorb this. Remember that in our politically correct culture, a male-dominated home may seem almost like an alien concept. In the initial conversation you may not even want to bring up the subject of rules or consequences. Just let him know about your needs. Answer any questions he has as honestly as you can.

If he does understand and - best case scenario - this appeals to him then you will want to start brainstorming together about a possible rules and consequences. At this point you could bring up spanking. He may embrace the idea or he may really shy away from it because men are told they shouldn’t hit women. It’s a good idea at this point to let him in on what you already know, which is that quite a few principled men and women are living in arrangements where spanking and other consequences are used quite effectively. Again, give him time to absorb what you have said….

The rest of Vicki Blue’s website is also well worth checking out.

Although I don’t use a lot of female-dominant themes here on Spanking Blog, this 1920s femdom art by Montorgueil is just too much fun not to share. The following image comes from this gallery I found on the Spank Slaves Spanking TGP:

Brutal stuff to be sure, but “evidence” of the gentlemens’ pleasure is readily visible, so you can’t say they aren’t enjoying themselves. Nice stuff if you like this sort of thing.

Here’s a fiendish device that gives “exercise machine” a whole new flavor:

For the top who has everything (except an excuse to exercise).

Here’s an excerpt from one in the long line of excellent erotic books from the British publisher Silver Moon. Alas there seems to be no good distributor of these books in the United States. Amazon always lists a few, but they are special order with long delivery times and surcharges, and very frequently prove to be permanently out of stock once ordered. I’ve found a number of British websites that sell them, but no U.S. source. If anybody knows of a reasonable U.S. source, I’d love to hear of it.

Anyway, this scene is from “Plantation Punishment” by Rick Adams. It seems a young nurse made a mistake with her medicines, and she’s not too keen on having her aggrieved patient complain to the nuns in charge:

She suddenly realised what was happening. “Sir, what you are doing is indecent.” She started to wriggle. “I am only seventeen.”

“I would not dream of distressing you,” I said, leaving my hand where it was. “Let us send for sister, then.”

“No, no!” She started to cry. “I can’t go home, I would be disgraced and my step-father would be furious, he would beat me sir, worse than ever.”

Taking that as permission to proceed, I began to finger her all over. I spread her excellent legs further apart despite some resistance and ran my fingers up and down them, investigating all her secret places at leisure as she quivered and shrank from me.

I ran my fingers round and round her splendid white buttocks. They would redden nicely. “Get up and fetch one of my slippers,” I said, “and then come back here, over me like this.”

She came back reluctantly but obediently with the slipper and wriggled back over my lap.

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She pulled up her dress as I had ordered, and I gazed upon her naked bottom with relish. Then I ran the slipper over it. Her soft plump flesh recoiled in dread, but when she started to cry and sob, my eagerness became all the greater. I was overwhelmed with an uncontrollable need to punish the wench severely. My practised hand descended viciously upon the shrinking flesh.

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Patsy began to yelp with every stroke of the slipper, and after a few minutes her yelps turned into moans, then into screams so loud that I had to stuff a handkerchief into her mouth….

Here’s a cute little graphic from an old erotic pamphlet called “Bondage Slaves of the Bridewell“:

There are several more illustrations of cute babes tied for punishment if you follow the link, although alas there are some unpleasant scanning artifacts on a couple of the cutest ones.

Here’s an excerpt from an F.E. Campbell novel called “Bound Ankles”, with cover art by the famous Bob Bishop. Campbell didn’t go in for spanking per se so much, but boy howdy if he didn’t have a dozen whippings in every book:

The crack of a riding crop against bare female flesh resounded throughout the big dungeon, followed immediately by a squeal of pain. “I just love the way she jerks and cries out when the riding crop hits,” said Pip with considerable sincerity. “It is rather nice,” agreed Patsy.

Both girls were holding riding crops, standing on either side of the hanging Donna, and taking turns applying their instruments of pain across the bare flesh of her nicely rounded bottom. Donna, completely naked as usual, was hanging by her wrists which were strapped tightly with leather bands. Her toes were perhaps an inch off the floor, close enough to be frustrating but far enough so she couldn’t touch the floor.

With each impact of the riding crop, her body jerked and she danced a few steps in mid-air before she calmed down. Then her body would slowly sway back and forth while awaiting the next blow from the giggling teenagers.

“You really shouldn’t have refused to crawl back to the house,” offered Pip. ”Mommy says we can whip you for disobedience. You were disobedient.” “Yes, you were so bad,” chipped in Patsy. Both girls were in high spirits. They didn’t often get a chance to whip Donna and they did love it so.

Here’s another one of these how-to articles, namely, “How to Get Your Partner to Spank You (No Matter How Politically Incorrect It Is)” by Miss Lee. Written from the feminine perspective, although the wording is mostly gender-neutral:

But back to the present and the problem at hand, namely, how do you get your partner/lover to give you a good, old fashioned walloping? Let’s say you’re normally a take-charge woman, independent as heck, know what you want and how to ask for it. Yet, when it comes to the S word, you’re so nervous you feel like you’re on a first date. At fourteen. With a huge zit on your face.

Full of sensible advice well presented. But I gotta say, it’s startling how many of these articles are floating around out there, mostly written by women. Whiney rhetorical question: If there are so many frustrated lady spankos running around, how come I never seem to meet any?

Mike and Michelle are having a great deal of fun over at Sweetness Follows. Not only does the imaginative sexy goodness rarely stop, but Mike put his foot firmly down and replaced the pink pastel theme with some good old fashioned steel handcuffs for a graphic. And Michelle got spanked a while back, but the BlogSpot archives are hosed at the moment so I can’t link to it. 30 lashes for BlogSpot!

Quack! I’m laughing so hard I’m not sure I’ll be able to post this. Here’s a guy with a whole new outlook on the master/slave game:

All praises to that most misunderstood and heavily lubricated of all sex toys, the butt plug! Our little pear-shaped friend that goes places where no toy has gone before. Our multi-colored and unyielding cohort in things that go bump in the backdoor night. Yes, the lowly butt plug may look like Willard Scott in a latex body suit, but for sheer ease of use and perfection in single-minded purpose, there is no other toy more capable of getting a subbie’s attention while allowing a tired Dominant to take a rest and watch a little TV.

Lubricate, insert, and let the nature take its course! What could be easier, what could be more pure in intention and design, what could become more boring more quickly?

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So, you ask, “what can I do to return the butt plug to its rightful place as a tool of pain, pleasure and humiliation in my subbie’s jaded little bottom?”. The answer, my quizzical friends, lies in the design of the butt plug itself.

Remember how people used to remind themselves of important events and tasks back in the days before PDAs? The venerable string around the finger… outdated as a tool of memory reinforcement, you say? Crap, I say!

The butt plug base was designed to hold string, dental floss, thin copper wiring, extra long spaghetti, and even uncut link sausage (if you’re into raw meat edge play).

Once the string is knotted firmly around the butt plug base, lube and insert as usual. And now, the fun begins!

Make certain your butt plug string is long enough to reach the ground. Now, it’s time to open the kitchen cabinets and childhood toy box to see what tickles your Dominant fancy (and horrifies your submissive’s ego).

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But for pure Domly impact, nuthin’ beats the sight of a butt plug string tied to a toy duck mounted on wobbly wheels that produce a distinctive quacking sound with each motion.

Let’s face it, fetish fans… pony training is passe’. The scene is overridden with herds of poorly coordinated pony girls running in circles with tin dung buckets attached to their haunches. Pony players, wake up and smell the oats…. pony training is taking a dirt nap. The age of duckie training has arrived!

Dom Rule #140: “Where Goes Thy subbie, Goes Thy Duckie”

Break out the crop and swat your butt plugged subbie through your home, dungeon, or furnished apartment. Where your subbie goes, Mr. Quackers follows! The sound of Mr. Quackers’ angry cry will make your subbie’s anus cringe in delight!

Start small. A few quacking trips around the dungeon will tire an untrained subbie. Practice, practice, practice. Remember, Rome wasn’t Dommed in a day!

Soon, your subbie will be ready to take Mr. Quackers for an outdoors walk. Nuthin’ says sub space like a Sunday stroll down the Boulevard with a quacking toy duckie attached to your butt plug string!

Ow. My sides still hurt from the laughing. This is excerpted from D/s For Dumbells by one Dork E. Dom, who has much much more like this at his website. [website gone, link removed]

I confess it: I have no idea what’s supposed to be going on in this picture. Hallway cleaning race? Ritual humiliation? Heck if I know.

This is just too much spanking fun. A flash game based on the recently popular movie “The Secretary”: Just click here and when the page loads, start typing. Every key gets you a different spank, pinch, or reaction. There are some special reactions if you type the right dirty words….

I found the link at Flabbergasted.

Shell is getting a spanking. She says she deserves it and Mandrake agrees. Watch for the video….

Cooperative blogging looks like so much fun all of a sudden.

Here’s a little info on the tawse and its history, along with a picture of quite a few tawses:

Many Scottish saddlers used to make tawses but the best implements were undoubtedly manufactured by the firm of John Dick & Sons of Lochgelly, a small town about 12 miles north of Edinburgh. Later the firm moved to nearby Cowdenbeath.

The famous Lochgelly tawse began with a saddler named Philps who started making tawses for his son and daughter who were both teachers. These proved so effective that other teachers soon wanted to own a Lochgelly and the business quickly expanded. The firm eventually passed in to the hands of the Dick family and remained with them for three generations until they ceased trading in 1984. At one time the firm was selling 70 or 80 tawses a week and also had a thriving export trade.

I just finished re-reading (for the first time since my horny teen-age years, when I kept thumbing past the emotional claptrap to get to the dirty bits and the swordfights) the deeply interesting science fiction / fantasy novel “The Warrior Enchained: A Prime Empath Among the Barbarians” by Sharon Green. It’s got a number of spankings in it, although they are all pretty summary, like this one:

“Cinnan had evidently found the strap he had been searching for; he sat cross-legged on the carpet fur of the room with Aesnil draped over his lap, the skirt of her once-pretty red gown thrown back to her shoulders. The strap in his hand struck Aesnil’s bottom with a terrible, even rhythm, punishing her as though she were a child, bringing tears pouring from her eyes and wailing screams from her throat as she kicked and struggled uselessly. I could feel her deep humiliation as well as the awful blaze of pain given by the strap….”

The heroine, an empath named Terrillian, spends the whole book being carted along, effectively kidnapped, by a big lug of a barbarian whom she loves deeply, and who clearly loves her in return. However, he’s also got a world to conquer and he’s therefore busy. Worse yet, he needs her empathic skills and can’t hide the fact, which convinces her that he doesn’t really love her even though he manifestly does.

So she spends the whole book feeling bitchy and bitter and much put upon. The barbarian having limits to his tolerance for rotten behavior, she gets threatened with numerous punishments and suffers a fair few. Generally, however, this happens only after she does something genuinely obnoxious to the other folks in the barbarian’s entourage. One can hardly blame her for lashing out — she is, after all, present against her will — and yet for the most part her victims are pretty sympathetic characters who, within the constraints of their women-subservient worldview, are pretty nice folks who care a lot more about her than she cares about them. For that matter, they also care a lot more about her than anyone else in her life ever has.

And that’s the interesting part. The book demonstrates a much more interesting dominant male ethos than, for example, that seen in the Gor books. These barbarian guys expect pretty damn good subservient service from their women, but they love them, cherish them, and protect the hell out of them at the same time. Better yet, they are so secure in their macho worldview that they don’t have the least bit of trouble being tender and open…on their own terms of course. They disdain slave holders as unmanly and find female slaves uninteresting. One can imagine real women finding these guys attractive, and willingly hanging out with them. (As opposed to those Gorean bastards. How did they ever get any sleep? You make one mistake, just one, with the binding fiber, and with all those weapons around it’s testicles on the floor, baby. That’s gotta happen eventually, it’s just a matter of waiting for it.)

In the end, this book reads like a tragedy, because the heroine is so messed up emotionally that she can’t consistently be decent to the folks who care about her. But it’s recommended reading for anyone who is looking for a model of dominance and submission that’s got some warmth to it.

I’ll close with a scene in which Terrillian’s bottom also receives some richly-earned warmth:

“I ranted even as I shivered in the warm air, trying to tell him how wrong he was, but one look at the switch took all the words away….He found me even as I tried to scramble past him, began beating me even as I begged him not to. I didn’t want to be punished, it wasn’t fair that he punished me when nobody punished him, but that didn’t stop the beating. He switched me until I cried, until I projected my pain and fear, until I tried frantically to make him believe I was sorry. At that point I was sorry, desperately sorry, and he finally seemed to be satisfied.”

Another foolish spanking limerick, in honor of the fact that frozen daiquiri season is coming up fast:

A bratty young barmaid named Brenda
put her man’s favorite tie in a blender.
So he blistered her bottom
twice a week until autumn
Which kept her most pleasant… but tender.

Here’s an unusually well-written tale of two Stanford college girls with very old-fashioned but extremely loving boyfriends:

[story excerpt removed at the exceedingly rude request of the author]

From A Tale of Two Spankings by Mary Catherine Whitney.

Here’s a charming tale of a bitchy socialite being punished at her own garden party:

With that Sharon proceeded to swat each gorgeous cheek of the defenceless bottom. Lisa squealed in outrage, moving her ass as best she could to avoid the punishment. This merely added to ludicrous spectacle, as her perfectly-rounded bouncing bottom reddened. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her - stripped and spanked in public.

Sharon meanwhile gleefully paddled the helpless butt squirming in front of her, the pretty pink panties giving no protection from each swat of the spatula. Lisa decided to try and crouch down to avoid any more of this humiliation. This was a mistake.

‘Get your fat ass up in the air where I can paddle you, bitch’, snarled Sharon, and she grabbed the back of Lisa’s panties and pulled hard.

‘Oh no … stop it’, wailed Lisa, as her ass was hoisted back up, and her panties pulled hard up her ass cheeks in an extremely painful, unbelievably humiliating wedgie.

‘Looks like roast rump on the menu’, mocked Sharon, confirming what Lisa already new. The wedgie meant that her full-cut panties were now more like a thong, and that most her painful, reddened derriere was now on display. The pain from the panties pulled hard in to her crack, and the pain from the continued spanking were only outweighed by the sheer indignity of a public wedgie and spanking. Being stripped had been bad enough, but this was positively humiliating.

From “Lisa Gets Her Just Deserts” by Shaw.

These folks have long put out one of the classic spanking magazines:

Alas, adult magazines of all kinds are finding hard times. But the folks at Kane are doing the clever thing and using their huge library of content to run a website. Given how hard it is to find back issues of the magazine, this is way cool.

Here’s an example of some extremely florid prose from lesbian spanking fiction:

“I grab the rod. I drag Senta, resisting, along with me, sit down on the sofa, and force her to lie across my lap…. Using force, I maneouver her into a position in which she turns her magnificent woman-bottom to me, my right foot clutches her legs and I clamp them firmly between my thighs…the deep furrow of her bottom is opened as a result of her excitement, revealing the pink hole, with an engaging shamelessness. I fondle it with my finger, and also tenderly visit the blessed valley of Venus…

“I reach for the rod. My left hand, however, makes it way along her belly until it reaches the soft mons veneris. My fingers bury themselves in the hot flesh of the vulva and firmly remain there..I swing the rod in a frenzy of sensuality, in a riot of ecstasy…Senta’s body twists and turns frantically. I hear her cry of pleasure, her moaning and wailing. I feel the throbbing of her vulva in my hand, my eyes feast delightfully on her beautiful, shame-red arse, which expands and contracts under my searing blows…”

From Edith Cadivec’s “Eros: The Meaning of My Life”. Reviewed here by Naomi Darvell of Clean Sheets.

Spanking was a common theme on old postcards, but most are “comic” scenes of kids getting spanked. Here’s a rare postcard image of an adult spanking: