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There’s a forced-lesbianism scene in the gritty old ZFX Productions movie Gangland III. Supposedly it’s an interrogation going on, but I don’t think hand and strap spankings are really going to make that girl on top do anything she didn’t already want to do:
And if that’s not enough for you, there are four more Gangland movies in the series.
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This is via Chross. According to his source:
“The photo was taken at a local college basketball game. In this particular instance one of the inexperienced freshman cheerleaders in her enthusiasm stepped backwards onto the court and interfered with a play on the court costing her team some points. The other cheerleaders, being very upset with her, surrounded her and spanked her right there in public. A newspaper photographer who was covering the game took the attached photo of her right after she was spanked and it was published in my local newspaper the next day.”
The spanking can’t have been all that spontaneous, however, or why was there a big paddle handy as seen under her left hand? Dr. Ken at Spanking Minnesota offers some cultural context:
There was a time, in those glorious days of yesteryear, when certain schools and certain rivalries had a tradition among their cheerleading squads–the cheerleaders for the losing team got spanked or, more accurately, got paddle swats. Sometimes it was the entire opposing squad, sometimes one girl would simply be designated to be the recipient. The swats might equal one swat from each member of the opposing squad, or the number of swats given might be based on the point differential–if your team lost by 20 points, the designated spankee got 20 swats.
That would explain why they had a paddle at the game!
I remain curious, however. 1961 was before my time. Was this really a thing? Was there really a time in America when local sports contents featured public spankings by rival cheerleaders for the entertainment of the crowd? If you have memories (or more newspaper clippings) to share, please post in the comments!
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It’s a nice gesture, but I don’t think an ice cube is really going to sooth those dramatic red spanking welts:
Another artwork by Gracy Gimp.
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A wooden spoon has such potential as a spanking instrument. Small, modest, domestic, an innocent thing from the kitchen — but a wooden spoon, properly applied, can bring a grown woman to blubbering tears, and leave her rubbing her bottom for days:
Via Real Spankings.
Minelle at My Breath says that somehow in menopause she got issued bravery pills that keep getting her bottom spanked:
A side effect of those pills was me, wagging my finger and scrunching my red face at a shocked hubby.
I was a little too close and over I went across my Scotsman’s knees. He was just a TAD upset. My lower legs actually went up trying to protect my bum. He quite determinedly said to put them down. After a bit, he could hear a smile begin to break as I realized my menopausal craziness, and he let me up.
We had a lovely dinner! (Smile)
Now on to tonight: I came home from work. I was exhausted. He had been working in and outside the entire day. I took a nap all sweet and angelic.
Waking up I downed the entire bottle of ‘Bravery pills’ and cooking dinner began a snarky encounter with my man. He was trying to be goofy and jokey, but I was in the mood to poke the beast.
Maybe I OD’d on those pills because I responded to his threat of spanking with rolled eyes and…
Crazy menopausal me said, ‘NO YOU WON’T.’
Things happened a bit fast, LOL.
I was frog marched to our bedroom and upside down in seconds flat. He was slightly upset. Actually said HIS HAND hurt! Hmm… I think my bottom was the loser in that encounter.
The funny thing is, we are absolutely fine! The spanking(s) helped as always. I know most of you get much harder spankings. But when my Scotsman ‘skelps’ my behind, it rights my mood. He also feels better.
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