The Kiss of His Cigar
At a nudist colony, bare bottoms are always in peril:
From 10-Story Book magazine.
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Some Shade For A Thrashing Judge
Here’s The Spectator in 1959 casting some shade on an old-school expression of judicial frustration at juvenile delinquency:
MR. LEONARD HACKETT, chairman of Wokingham magistrates, told a fifteen-year-old boy last week that he needed “such thrishing that he would be senseless for about forty-eight hours”; and later, when interviewed by a Reynolds News reporter, he said, “I meant it, too. Violence must be met with violence.” Mr. Hackett went on to explain that he was thrashed, when he was young, if he did anything wrong — as good an argument against the theory that corporal punishment is efficacious as any we have heard for some time.
Poking The Bear
When you live with a spanking man who is grouchy because he’s on a diet, teasing him about snacks is fraught with at least a little bit of peril:
Some nights I might bring a small snack to munch on as I read. The other evening I remembered there were pretzels in the pantry, and I took 3 rods. Sam met me in the hall and furrowed his brow when he saw the sticks in my hand.
“Where are you going with those,” he asked.
“To read, of course,” I answered with a smile and here is where the bear-baiting began.
“Are you supposed to have those?” he frowned looking at the pretzels longingly.
What popped into my head was…
“Thou shalt not covet thy wife’s pretzels.”
Instead, I smiled and said, “Yes, I can have these because I am not trying to lose weight; I am simply trying to maintain.”
I did not think I sounded like a Weight Watchers Wise Ass, but apparently Sam thought I did. He grabbed me in a bear hug with one arm and started spanking my wise ass with the other. When I started laughing, he yanked down my pajama bottoms quicker than you could say, “Don’t Poke the Bear.”
The Bear had been officially poked, and my giggling just fueled the fire. He most certainly was lighting a fire on my ass. Way back when ttwd was new to us, I believed that a hand spanking was really lightweight. Well, times have changed, and Sam tells me it is “…all in the wrist.”
I was off to bed with a lovely glow on both sets of cheeks. After kisses and hugs I settled in to read with a big smile on my face.
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To Fake A Caning
It’s rare these days to see obviously-faked spanking marks, but it used to be too common, especially in porn that was only tangentially about spanking. This remarkable photo of cane marks being drawn on an actress’s bottom is from a 1968 Danish documentary about porn:
Vanilla Spanking explains:
You can’t talk seriously about anything without showing examples, and the film stages several illustrative sequences representing the erotica and sexual fantasies of different eras. Sometimes this includes elements of sado-masochism, which was then particularly taboo in Denmark despite the appearance of some outstanding spanking scenes in mainstream Danish cinema. One sequence covers the making of a modern porno film, including some ‘rough stuff’. The actress is asked to bend over the couch, and the actor with the cane asks plaintively if he really has to hit her. Luckily for her, the director gets out a crayon…
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Spank Her With A Broom
These rural broom-spanking shenanigans are included in one of Richard Windsor’s birthday spanking folders, and the playful attitude is certainly there to support the notion that this is a birthday spanking:
However, the barking dog is not amused.
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Ronnie’s Real Spanking
When Ronnie got in what she calls a “slanging match” with her husband, it ended with her getting a real spanking:
Anyway it stopped abruptly. P stood and took a few deep breaths.
“This has gone far enough, more than far enough and I’m not having any more of it.” There were no swear words and his voice had lowered and he was very calm. He took me upstairs, I didn’t know why he needed to do that if he was going to spank me why didn’t he do it there and then. Well I found out soon enough why he wanted me upstairs, he wanted an implement and nearest to hand was a paddle, it’s the stingiest paddle we’ve got, one that Bogey sent me ages ago and it really really hurts when it’s used hard. P knows I dread it.
My jeans and knickers came down and I was pulled half across his lap half on the bed with his right leg locking me down. It was all very fast and efficient. I started protesting but the spanks were underway before I could get a sentence out and then I just shouted and squealed. Profanities resumed but only from me not P. I meant everything I called him at that time too, I’m not going to print it all just believe me my mouth needs washing out for a month. I tried to dig my nails into his flesh where his t-shirt pulled up but he just pinned my arm behind my back and carried on spanking. There’s a pattern to spankings, I mean real ones not play ones, for me anyway. There’s verbal objection, physical resistance, foul mouthedness, threat, overpowerment, shock, realisation, inward capitulation, outward capitulation, pleading, apologies, meaningful apologies, do-with-me-as-you-will absolute contrition usually accompanied by limpness. That was how it was, I was so exhausted I didn’t know how much he’d hurt my bottom until he let me up and there was rush of pain as blood rushed to my nether region to try and cool it. Oh god I wanted to jump about and grasp my poor backside but wouldn’t while he was still in the room.
“We’ll have no more of that nonsense, and I don’t just mean for a few hours or the rest of the day, I mean forever. Full stop.”
All’s well that ends well!
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Switching The Wicked Queen
You know she needed at least one good switching!
Art is Queen Grimhilde’s Mistake by Gesperax.
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