Caned With Military Precision
Apologies for the blurry image, but it’s taken from the cover of an old and very shelf-worn Cinerotika magazine:
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A Post-Date Spanking Poem From “Snappy”
I found this cheesy spanking poem on the cover of an old Snappy magazine (one of those vintage humor magazines with a 35-cent price tag and the subtitle “Lively man’s gags! Perky pinups!”). It went like this:
My boyfriend took me to a ball;
I flirted with the host.
When we got home, my boyfriend said:
“May I propose a toast?”
He raised his glass, gazed into my eyes
“to bottoms up!” said he.
And suddenly, to my surprise,
I was across his knee!
He spanked me good; my bottom up,
it certainly was the most.
“Remember,” said he, “when on a date…
it’s ME who is your host!”
Bend Over!
That’s right. “Bend over and clasp your hands behind your knees!”
When you hear that, you know you’re in trouble:
As you might expect, a very red ass ensues, courtesy of Girls Boarding School.
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As is not uncommon in vintage badly-made spanking porn, the model with the girl in his lap seems not entirely sure what to do with her:
Bethie’s “New” Spanking Undies
Back in March, Bethie wrote:
I’ve just purchased some new fancy underwear that I’ll have to blog about later after I’ve had a chance to put them to good use. I gave Dan a quick preview and he deemed them spank worthy. Wheeee!
Since then, of course, she’s preferred to blog more about her beloved Schnuffel bunnies than she has about the undies. But I found a nice vintage photo that shows the exact sort of undies she’s talking about:
You can see why I might approve.
An Expert With The Belt
Hermione writes at Hermione’s Heart about a belt spanking she recently enjoyed:
Fast forward to the following week, when I was summoned to the bedroom for a spanking. Ron stood at the door, grinning. Pillows were piled at the foot of the bed, and the belt lay beside them, ready for use.
It was my turn to look wide-eyed. What a surprise!
“Oh.” It was all I could manage to say.
“You’re in for a treat. I’m going to use the buckle end.”
He wouldn’t, of course. I burst out laughing and gave him a hug.
…
Ron first positioned me on my knees in front of him so that I could show my enthusiasm for his new-found creativity. After a few minutes he pushed my head away. “We’ll come back to this later.” He helped me to my feet and motioned for me to bend over the foot of the bed.
Ron is an expert with the belt. I think he practises when I’m not around. He has perfected his technique so that he no longer leaves marks on my backside. I found myself standing on tiptoe, arching my back and thrusting my bottom up to meet the leather on its decent. Each time he stopped to rub my reddened cheeks, my heels returned to earth.
When Ron decided my bottom had had enough entertainment, I once more knelt in front of him and finished what I had started earlier. Then we snuggled under the covers and I was well rewarded for my efforts. It was an afternoon to remember.
Be Careful What You Ask For
Apparently last week was the week for people to tell Monk to “bring it on!”
Considering that Monk’s blog was the first place I ever heard the phrase “Go big or go home”, I can only assume that these were people who seriously wanted it brought. As Monk says:
The first one, after saying that, ended up with tits so bruised they did not fit in back in her bra and an ass so crisscrossed with single tail welts she looked like a road map of Nebraska.
When I read this, I had a mental vision of her proudly showing off her welts and saying “That’s nothing! You should see the girl who asked him ‘Is that all you’ve got?'”