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Shoe Store Spanking
Sorry, Nari Park, but you’ve shoplifted your last pair of shoes! Our head of security is extremely strict about this sort of thing, as you are rapidly discovering:
From the recent Shoe Store Slut shoot at Whipped Ass, which is now a part of Kink Unlimited.
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Belt-Spanked French Girl
Her wrists are tied, her stockings have runs, and her belt spanking hasn’t even started! Is this long-haired lovely French girl having a rough day, or what?
I want to tell her “Honey, look on the bright side. At least you’re kneeling on carpet. And he’s holding onto the buckle end, that’s good, right?”
Artist is Leone Frollo.
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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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