Spank Before The Crime: A Poor Plan

With the addition of a followup punishment scene to help our little fairy lady reestablish discipline after her error, this could serve as the script for a Dreams Of Spanking shoot:

fairy-caning-page

A Poor Plan
By Arnold Foster

A little Fairy Lady, in ungovernable rage,
Showered blows innumerable on her little, luckless page.
The little, luckless page inquired whatever had he done,
Of all his misdemeanors he could not remember one.

The little Fairy Lady said, “It isn’t that, my dear,
But I ‘m going on a journey, and I have to leave you here.
And so I’m going to whip you now for all the tricks you play
And all the naughty capers you cut up while I’m away.”

The Fairy Lady whipped him, and then away she went.
The page at once to tricks and pranks his whole attention bent.
“For,” he said, “I ought to be as bad as I can be,
Since I’ve had all the punishment allotted unto me.”
He teased the dog, he chased the cat, he scared the sitting hen,
And when he’d cut up all his tricks, he just began again.

When the little Fairy Lady returned at set of sun,
And gazed upon the mischief her luckless page had done;
(The cat and dog had run away, and oh! that sitting hen !),
the Fairy Lady said, “I’ll never try that plan again!”

Artwork and poem are from St. Nicholas: An Illustrated Magazine For Young Folks (1873).

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Caned In A Box

During one of the recent interactive live shows at Real Time Bondage, they put Nikki Darling’s upper half in a box, used a butt hook to keep her bottom from slumping, and caned her thoroughly:

Nikki Darling butt hooked in a wooden box

preparing to cane Nikki Darling

caning nikki darling with her torso in a wooden bondage box

closeup of Nikki Darling's ass caning at Real Time Bondage

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Caned Over Pillows

The caner is in shadows, but the light on his work is plenty bright:

caned-over-pillows

From Girls Boarding School.

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Keeping A Secret — With A Stick

In The Crimson Fairy Book (1908) there is a tale illustrated by H. J. Ford called The Boy Who Could Keep A Secret. When he was only a little boy, the king’s prettiest daughter tried to wheedle this boy’s secret out of him. Because he could keep a secret, he refused to tell, saying “I will beat anybody who asks me again.”

Fast forward until he is seventeen. The king’s prettiest daughter comes to him again:

“Tell me your secret and I will marry you,” she said to him; but the boy only gave her the beating he had promised her long ago, when she asked him the same question.

And that’s how you keep a secret:

keep a secret, beat a princess

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Hippie Spanking

spanked-behind-the-greenhouse

I see chicken wire and empty flower pots in this dreamily-lit spanking photo. All I can assume is that somewhere, there’s a commune that got it right when it comes to maintaining interpersonal harmony. “Like, dude, we passed the pipe around, and did some consensus building, and we all agree: your wife is bumming everybody out. Would you, ah, take her out by the garden, sit on stump, commune with nature for awhile, and then take down her panties and adjust her aura a little bit?”

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Painting Her Ass

Her bottom is a study in alternative media:

painting her butt with welts and cum

This is a panel from Art Slaves, a Dofantasy comic drawn by Dejan.

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Spanked And Mouthsoaped By The Ivory Soap Heroes

From an Ivory Soap advertisement (styled as “Ad” Ventures of the Ivory Soap Heroes) in the 1873 St. Nicholas serial:

You should have seen the angry flames spurt from old dragon’s nose!
You should have seen him lash his tail and spread his fearsome toes!

He pounced upon the robber men and captured almost twenty,
then promptly burned their coat-tails off and spanked them good and plenty.

Then, while the robbers cowered low, as scared as anything
young Bob and Bet and Gnif, the Gnome, just tied them up with string.

ivory soap heroes forcibly washing and mouthsoaping some robbers and bandits

They lashed each robber to a pole and stood them in a row;
the muddy tear-tracks down their cheeks made them a sorry show.

With brushes, mops, and IVORY SOAP, and sudsy, scratchy scrubs,
our heroes cleansed those robber men with energetic rubs…

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