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From the Russian movie Of Freaks And Men. Thanks, Serenity!

This looks like a handy position to administer the birch — but how can she hold that off-balance handstand for long enough to be useful?

Some couples have a weekly date night. Other couples, they have a weekly whipping night. Guess which kind of pairing this girl is in?

From Spanking Server.

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Something about the historical context of this school birching artwork reminded me of a notion that’s always puzzled me. In the real world (I’m not talking about our kinky fun times now) why do authoritarians talk about imposing “discipline” on people when the trait you actually get from consistent punishment for infractions of rule sets is “compliance” or “obedience”? Discipline, rightly understood, is a virtue of self-control and individual initiative; by contrast, obedience is a survival skill of the powerless. (The difference: discipline is useful for accomplishing a person’s own goals, while obedience is entirely about what other people want.) When the Victorians (to pick just one bad example) claimed that school punishment or military floggings instilled discipline, were they knowingly telling a euphemistic lie to pretty up the fact that they were just beating obedience into powerless people? Or were they actually confused about what they were doing and accomplishing?

A good caning story:

“Turn around,” she says. I obey. I feel her fingers brush over my bottom, resting momentarily on the places where the cane had struck. “Bend over the arm again, young lady. Let’s see if we can’t improve things…”

Her next two strokes are lower down, virtually the tops of my legs. I feel the vindictiveness in them, sense her smug satisfaction at their strategic placement. Her breathing quickens. Her gloating eyes feast on my mounting shame.

She pauses for a moment to admire her handiwork. I wonder what the skin of my bottom looks like — scarlet striped maybe, or just displaying an even pinkish glow? The thought is humiliating, but at the same time exciting.

I feel her hand slip across my backside again, her fingers lingering here and there, pressing on the skin.

“Warming up a bit?” she says, and I nod meekly in agreement. By this time I feel the liquid running from me. I am shamefully — no… shamelessly, that’s it – shamelessly wet.

Once again I hear the rattan whistle, followed by the sharp crack of cane on flesh which echoes around the hard cold walls and the tall ceiling. She gives me the sixth and final one squarely across both cheeks. The weird thing is, instead of smarting pain I get a delicious tingling sensation that commutes itself to my crotch — like a gentle current of low voltage
electricity. There is definite venom in this last stroke. This time I shriek like a cat that’s just had its paw trodden on. It is as much through pleasure as pain.

The headmistress yanks my hair, spitefully and says, “Shush, girl, control yourself!”

“But it hurt so, Miss.” True enough; but it is also stimulating and uplifting.

“Then I hope that will give you cause for thought, my girl.”

From Barbara’s Fantasy by Trevor.

It’s just an animated .gif with a few frames.

I wish it was more!

It’s possible I’ve been at this spanking blogging project too long — 8.5 years, really? Because I’d swear I blogged this picture before, only I can’t find it in my own archives. So, maybe not:

How much worse, do you suppose, her punishment would have been, if he’d lifted her skirt with the tip of that cane and discovered she wasn’t wearing her panties?

Found here.