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Romance novels have always tended to be a good source for published spankings, and this excerpt from Diana Ridley’s All My World, published in the 1940s, is a prime example:

She rose to her feet and threw the glass straight at this head. Luckily the glass itself missed him by a mere fraction of an inch, but his face received the full impact of the water, and he recoiled involuntarily, temporarily blinded, whilst the water made havoc of his dress shirt and trickled in cold, unpleasant rivulets down his neck. Betsy stared at him open-mouthed, half alarmed and half triumphant at the result of her action.

Her triumph vanished very quickly, however as, dashing his hand across his eyes, he came towards her. He no longer looked suave and amused: his face was set in lines of grim determination, and there was a look in his eyes that made Betsy feel as if an icy hand was clutching at her heart. She had achieved her original purpose of rousing him. but she was much too scared to feel any satisfaction.

“Very well,” he said, steely purpose in his tones ” you’ve asked for it often enough, and now you’re going to get it!”

Betsy realised his intention, and turned to escape, but he was too quick for her. His hand shot out and grasped her shoulder in a grip of iron, and before she had time to take in what was happening he had sunk on to the seat and she was lying face downwards across his knee.

“Max! Stop it!” she gasped, her voice shrill with fright and humiliation. “Please don’t! I will be good, really I will! Please, Max!”

But Max took no notice of her tearful pleas for mercy, nor of her frantic kicking and struggling, and screams of rage and terror. Holding her as in a vice with his left arm, he used his right hand with stinging effect – not viciously, and certainly not playfully, but as if she were a naughty child. Her frock was very thin, and his hand was very hard, and before long every shred of temper had deserted her, giving place to sobs of mingled pain and shame, whilst in her heart there dawned the beginning of a happiness that was as real as it was mysterious.

Found at The Spank Statement.

This is why it never pays to piss off a good man who wears a sword belt:

He sighed and stood up, slapping the belt lightly against his thigh.

“Well, then,” he said. “Best get on wi’ it. You’ve done considerable damage by crossing my orders, and I’m going to punish you for it, Claire. Ye’ll recall what I told ye when I left ye this morning?” I recalled all right, and I hastily flung myself across the bed so my back was pressed to the wall.

“What do you mean?”

“Ye know quite well what I mean,” he said firmly. “Kneel down by the bed and lift your skirts, lass.”

…”I will not allow you to beat me,” I said firmly, keeping a tight hold of the bedpost.”

“Oh, ye won’t?” He raised a sandy brow. “Well, I’ll tell ye, lass, I doubt you’ve much to say about it…”

“I’ll scream!”

“Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they’ll hear ye at the next farm; you’ve got a good set of lungs.” He grinned odiously and came across the bed after me.

From Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, as found at Hermione’s Heart.

This comes from a publication called The Diabolical Quest:

The caption is:

Paul lay her across his dek top, ignoring the fact that he knocked over a bottle of ink, and really went to work on her up-tilted rump with the ruler, able to get all of his power into the blows now.

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I’m rushed this morning, so just a quick link: Here’s the ErosBlog take on Christian domestic discipline, as viewed through the eyes of Australian television.

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It looks like it was punishment night in The Upper Floor “staff” dormitories the other evening:

Source: Service Day: Slave Consort.

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Apparently as the 19th century gave way to the 20th, there was a move to automate the spanking discipline at reform schools across the nation. This from the New York Times of February 14, 1898:

SPANKING BY ELECTRICITY

Kansas Has Invented a Method Which Colorado May Adopt

Chicago, Ill., Feb. 13 — Warden C.P. Hoyt of Denver has designed a spanking chair for use in the Industrial School for Girls. It consists of a seatless chair on which the girls are placed. It is high enough from the ground to allow four paddles to be operated by electric wires. Straps hold the victim’s wrists to the arm of the chair.

At the Girl’s Industrial School of Kansas, situated at Beloit, they have what is called a spanking chair. Bad girls are strapped in the chair, an attendant presses a button, and the chair does the rest. The Kansas authorities will be asked in a few days to explain this system, and if it is satisfactory to the local authorities a spanking chair will be purchased for the Colorado institution.

Found via Natty’s Spanking Blog.

It’s not everywhere in the world that a fellow would get away with this:

One night we were out and about and going to the pub. Guess who had a new rape alarm? Guess who thought it was fun to set it off every two minutes?

After a very stern, and perhaps a bit pompous, telling off, a very chastened friend put her rape alarm away. Only to get it out five minutes later and set it off in yours truly’s ear.

Less than a minute later she was over a knee in the street getting a spanking on the seat of her skirt. This was in a busy community where everyone knew everyone. In mid spank a mutual friend, a town councillor, came down the street on his bike, did a double take and said: “good evening.”

Raised arm in mid spank turned into an awkward wave. She looks up with a face that is probably far redder than her bottom and says in a little girl voice; “It’s alright I was naughty.”

“Well that’s alright then,” says the bemused councillor and hurried away.

From A Voice In The Corner.