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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.

Chris talks about his first time giving spankings, during a kinky Monopoly game:

We’d planned out a game of spanking Monopoly as a way to break the ice: both Raven and T had been spanked before, but I had never spanked anyone beyond the single yardstick swat above. After dinner, they went to change and came back wearing thin jersey-type shorts. I can’t remember which one got it first, but during the course of the game, both young lady’s went over my lap several times and got the seats of their shorts warmed. There were several memorable moments, including when I was spanking Raven with a long-handled bathbrush and the head suddenly snapped off and flew across the room, almost breaking a lamp.

I’m not entirely sure why beyond my shyness and lack of experience at the time, but the shorts stayed up through the game until the very end when Raven landed on Boardwalk, which I owned and had placed a hotel on. Since the default for this was rather high, I offered her the choice to drop her shorts and take a smaller number of swats. Next thing I knew, her bare bottom was across my lap, and I was almost too nervous to properly spank her, but a few minutes later she was standing back up and rubbing her buns.

I’ve never looked at a Monopoly board quite the same way since.

Those evil plutocrat landlords! The things they’ll do to the sweet and innocent tenants…

Here are a few tender scenes with a bamboo cane, from Biking To Hell via the Dofantasy rough sex-comics people:

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