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A while ago Zille Defeu got a good spanking (which is not news) and in the course of telling us about it, she had some choice words of respect for the efficiency of the Scots when it comes to punishment implements:

He started pulling a number of tawses out of the drawer. He added two firm leather straps to the mix as well. Gulp.

I … laid down over the side of the bed in my usual spot. He pulled me to him and settled me over one thigh, as he sometimes does, the other leg trapping mine at the calves. My arm nearest him was trapped against his body, and my right arm was bent up on my back and held by his left hand. It’s an optimal position for him because I’m not going anywhere, and he can feel all my squirming. It’s also more intimate and less formal, which is good by me, but it does mean that with the longer toys, the right side of my hip gets more than it’s fair share of the worst part of the blow.

“Oh lord, no warm-up today,” I was thinking in that calm way you get in the midst of a disaster. But he put down the strap he’d picked up, and started spanking me. They weren’t light spanks, but it didn’t unduly distress me (that being one way of putting it!)

Then he went for one of those firm straps, and I thought, “Oh no, here we go—!” but both the firm straps turned out to be, if not friendly and gentle, at least not the sort of pain I can’t manage. The pain built up right quick, to be sure, but I was handling it well.

After he’d given both straps and my bottom a good workout, he put them down and started spanking me again. The spanks were hard and fast, but they were right on my sweet spot, and the exact right intensity and tempo that’s guaranteed to make me orgasm. And I did, delighted that he was gifting me with an orgasm at this stage of the game.

Well, my Master’s not Greek, but I should really beware gifts from him! He shifted me off of his left and onto the bed, stood up, grabbed a tawse, and started in on my bottom.

Yeeeeowch! The Scots are not a race of people who mess about—when they want someone punished, they make proper tools to do it with! I’d had the “warm-up” (my Master’s definition of warm up is somewhat more vigorous than most peoples!) so I was able to breath through the first half of it. But, eventually, there came the stroke that undid me, and as the blows were coming down relentlessly, remorselessly (and other words starting with “r” and ending in “lessly”) I couldn’t regain my masochistic balance, and so ended up yelping, dancing from foot to foot, and finally, crying. He got in a goodly number after the crying started. He used to stop when I started crying, and the fact that he’ll now push me on from there means he trusts me more and expects more from me (and, errr, that he’s been reading this blog and seeing my rather unsubtle hints about wanting more intense beatings).

What can I say? It was pure hotness—and no, I don’t mean how my bottom felt to the touch afterwards! It was just like my fantasies, and I wish that I could cherish the moment when I’m in the moment, the way I do afterwards when I remember it—and when I replay it while masturbating. But, of course, it hurts a wee bit too much to cherish the sensations at the time! The problems of being a masochist!

There’s an infamous book called The Mirror Of The Martyrs, full of horrendous illustrations of the vile treatment to which various Christian martyrs are said to have suffered. It’s sufficiently fictional, or at least fanciful, for me to be comfortable sharing this etching, depicting the whipping of a martyr named Jullieta:

Laci Laine makes a plausible “schoolgirl”. A naughty one, of course; here she is, loitering and smoking in the hallways during class period.

You know what happens to naughty schoolgirls who get caught where they shouldn’t be. Spanking!

Also, in some cases, they get hauled down to the machine room in the basement for remedial tutoring in bondage blowjobs and anal sex.

Image credit: From this shoot at Sex And Submission.

See Also:

• Punished In Plaid Skirts
• Lesbian High School Hell
• Hangdog Schoolgirls
• Spankings For Stoners
• Nettles In Their Panties

Often the classic spanking positions are the best. This one has been done before, but it never gets old:

Another classic from The Rough Man Club.

See Also:

• Charley's Dinner Party
• Spanking Bondage Position
• A Tabletop Martinet Spanking
• Classic Bondage Spanking

This is the lovely Ann-Margret, in 1961, getting a playful spanking from her uncle, as recorded in Life magazine. She would have been about 20 at the time:

Full-sized picture is here; link via Silent Porn Star.

Martin Frost was kind enough to let me know about some spanking miniatures painted on the page edges of a beautifully rebound copy of the Victorian classic A History Of The Rod:

For secret vanishing images hidden in the pages of antique spanking books visit www.foredgefrost.co.uk and checkout item 25 from the Books for Sale section. You will be amused at the very least!

And you should do that, as my ham-fisted screen captures don’t do justice to this unique art form:

Some girls never get enough. Take Justine, for instance:

Well, I was in this teasing mood and I really made Master angry. (I tickled Him, spanked Him and did many other irritating things to Him). And so He grabs our wooden cutting board (which is quite heavy and really painful to get spanked with) and gives me 10 hard ones with it. And It made my bottom red at once. You really should think that my silly mood would have disappeared after that. And it was. For about 5 minutes.

So, I took a look in the mirror … and then I went back in to the kitchen where Master was checking up on the dishwasher. When He’s done He pulls down my pants and takes a really “close-up” look at my bottom. And so I just couldn’t resist pushing out my bottom so my bottom hit Arnold in His face. And the look on His face! OMG, I couldn’t stop laughing! At least not before Master grabbed the cutting board again and gave me 10 new and even harder smacks with it.