Eric Stanton’s Spanking Machine
Let’s test out the new template by posting a larger picture. Here’s a spanking machine / spanking workout bicycle, as imagined by Eric Stanton in his comic Fifi Chastises Her Maids:
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Spanking Blog: A Bit Of Redesign
Hey, everybody. My apologies for the limited spanking updates recently — I’ve had my head “under the hood” mucking about with the WordPress templates, which are ancient and creaky and full of horrible code and bad CSS.
The thing that impelled me to tackle this round of redesign is my own aging eyes. The previous version of this design was intended to work (without any scrolling) down to screen sizes of 800×600. There aren’t too many people still using screens that small (except on mobile devices — my next project) which means that there’s no longer any reason to use the tiny little 320-pixel photo sizes I adopted back in 2003, and no need to subject my poor eyes to the tiny fine print that the old sidebar used. By assuming screen sizes of 1024×768 and up, I was able to make a wider sidebar, scale up the font sizes of the sidebar links, and still have enough room left over to nearly double the size of the pictures in the main blog post. I hope the rest of you find the result as much easier to see and to read as I do.
It’s highly probably that I’ve completely broken something somewhere, so if you see any borked stuff, please leave a comment (or email me!) telling me what looks borked to you. Please don’t forget to tell me what operating system and browser you are using if you do this!
Thanks for your patience.
Caning For A Beta Rho Pledge
This is from the book Sorority of Submissive Girls, variously attributed to P.N. Dedeaux or Carl Buono:
‘We’ll start now.’
‘Please. You’re not going to …’ Rowena was alarmed as much at the fear she felt as anything.
‘I use a cane. Fetch me the one in the bottom rack above your bed.’
‘But I’ve just been …’
‘I don’t want to have to order you a Demerit as well.’
Sick inside, Rowena turned. In the bedroom beyond, three slender exclamation marks stood over her bed. She chose the lowest and, it seemed, the leanest, a long thin yellow rod which wiggled like a live thing as she carried it back to her senior. There was a knob at one end for grip.
Alison Riley accepted it and flexed it expertly, almost in two. ‘This is a light correction cane but I think you’ll find it stings. The ones we use in the House are less bendy, and hurt more. One of your duties is to keep these sticks polished, gleaming. Now move those chairs out of the way and come and bend over here.’
Here was in front of the empty fireplace, ranked with logs. Rowena cleared the space with averted eyes, her pulpy features a picture of anxiety.
‘Grip this.’
The cane-tip tapped the polished bar of the grate.
Rowena stood on the end of the bearskin rug and doubled to do so. The brass felt cold in her fingers. Almost at once she again felt her skirt lifted onto her back. Two thumbs hooked in the waistband of her tights and eased them down her hips to her knees. She felt utterly exposed and irrationally humiliated. After all, it was only a girl behind her. Resentment mounted in her, turning into resolve – she’d show this Senior she could take it, with the best.
‘I’m, glad to see you have a good full fanny, Rowena. I shall enjoy caning you a lot. Brace back your knees and tuck your head right down. I’m going to hit you here.’ The cane end touched the rectangular red of the paddle’s deepest weals. ‘Four for four. I’m a fairly good golfer, so all in all I think you’ll know you’re beaten by the time I’ve finished with you.’
She walked away, Rowena imagined her going back to the bedroom perhaps, when she turned and in a pair of prancing strides paced forward and wrapped the licky yellow stick round the centre of the well-bent and naked posterior in front of her. Rowena gasped as if she’d been thrust into icy water. The razor-like flash of fire across her tenderest flesh mounted maddeningly, until her breath came short. Before she knew it there was
another dry whirr, like the sudden parting of curtains behind her, completed by a solid meaty snap, as the cane cut.‘Auouuuu … OW!’
‘I said, ‘brace back your knees’.’
‘I’m trying, Miss.’
‘Well, try harder then.’
If only she could get through three. Then she could hold it after the fourth, until the word of permission to get up came.
Thhhwlckk!
‘OH!’
The lithe rod lashed round her and dug into the same line of scalding welt. Rowena struggled but as the pain rose and rose she put her hands behind her, feeling the solid hot ridge where the tip had fallen on the right. Slowly, as the pain drenched over her in another irresistible wave, she rose erect, her face clenched.
‘Bend over at once, Pledge. You have another coming.’
‘I caaa-n’t. It’s unspeakable. I’m sorry, but …’
‘Well, if you can’t take four, I’m going to have to give you lots of practice before first Hell Night.’
Rowena closed her eyes. The word ‘Please’ was turned into a stifled whine in her mouth. She was aware of herself holding her behind and spasming the centre of her body like some coarse bump-and-grind dancer’s. Tears rushed to the corners of her eyes.
‘Please. I’m not used to being caned like that.’
‘Well, you’d better pluck up your courage for the next month, my dear, if you want to get into Beta Rho. It doesn’t hurt you any more than it does anyone else.’ Rather boredly the languid blonde tossed the cane onto the sofa. ‘We’ll try that four over before you hit the sack tonight.’
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Punishment In Progress
We’ll never know the backstory — this screencap coming from a random Tumblr post and all — but I’m pretty confident this is the face of a punishment in progress:
Mona Lisa’s Spanked Bottom
This is a piece of street art widely attributed to Banksy, but according to Bored Panda, it’s actually by Nick Walker.
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Whipped And Impaled
This is part of an extremely graphic dream sequence in the comic Hilda by Hanz Kovacq:
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