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Is she getting spanked with a sauce pan?

Apologies about the poor image quality; it’s from Usenet, where what you get is what you get.

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• Spanking The Cleaning Lady
• Maid Ready For Punishment
• The Caning of the Serving Maid

I had a birthday go by quite awhile ago, but I just realized I forgot to show you all the custom hand-made birthday card Bethie made me:

She spoils me, yes she do.

I found a fun little spanking gallery at Rosy Red Cheeks [2015 update: now defunct] the other day. I think it illustrates the four stages of an excellent spanking: Surprise, Unhappiness, Acceptance, and “Secks Time Now?”

Allow me to illustrate:

Surprise: “Hey mister, what in the hell are you doing back there?”

Unhappiness: “Hey! Oww! HEY! Stoppit stoppit! Ow, my HAIR!”

Acceptance: “Hey, this isn’t so bad. In fact…”

Naked Time: Sex and Smiles

And didn’t she turn out to be a regular smiling beauty, when all was said and done?

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• Spanking Is Fun
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As promised, another piece of Invidia’s new artwork. She called this simply “Window Cane” but I think I’d call it “The Welted Wife”:

This one comes with an excellent story of spousal discipline from The Boss. You know the story is going to go well when the setup includes a conversation like this:

David drifted over to the bar, “Hey, Brad. ‘Sup?”

“A bit of this, a bit of that. How’s married life treating you?”

“One month in and it’s working so far. No complaints.” David smiled and took one of the margaritas that were already made up.

Brad glanced over at Sharon who was chatting with some of her friends near the fireplace. “If you don’t my saying, she’s been so different since you and she got together.”

“Different good or different bad?”

“Oh, definitely good. Before then she was, well…” he stopping before completing the sentence.

“A raving bitch?” David laughed, “Oh, don’t be shy. I got into this with my eyes open.”

Brad cleared his throat, “At any rate, you’ve been good for her.” He had been one of the guys that had been sunk by Hurricane Sharon but wasn’t bitter. He had found Merrill on the rebound and was much happier for it.

“Once she gets past herself, she’s a very affectionate person. I just have to keep a firm grip on that other side.”

That’s just a teaser, the full story (and a much larger-format version of the artwork) can be found here on their own permanent page.

Thanks much to Invidia and The Boss! I’m just so tickled to have some of their contributions again.

It looks like this poor girl was whipped awfully hard, but on the bright side, she’s getting tender loving care:

I know, for some of you, that’s the best part.

Here we see Mark Davis explaining to Sex And Submission model Dylan why she’s not going to wiggle when he goes around behind her to cane her bottom and feet:

“It’s like this, see. First of all, you’re not going to wiggle because you can’t wiggle, I’ve got you trussed over this wooden beam pretty good. But more importantly, once I insert this big steel hook into your tender little rosebud and tie it off to your hair and to the overhead, you aren’t going to want to wiggle, no matter how much the cane strokes hurt!”

Pictures are from this shoot, where you can evaluate this anti-wiggling technology in action.

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Here’s just a taste of the spanking goodness from that 1907 “Anonymous” classic, Sadopaideia, starring Cecil Prendergast as he is first seduced, then birched, by the rich young widow Muriel, before he turns the tables on her, with the help of her maid Juliette, and then whips and spanks them both into a state of abject and permanent erotic submission:

I looked at the two distended bottoms conspicuously displayed on the edge of the bed. They looked so quaint that an idea struck me.

I went to the dressing-table and found a pair of hairbrushes.

Then I sat on the bed between the two girls and began to play, as it were, the side drums on their bottoms. I kept time to a mad silly sort of rhyme, something like this: Mu ri el, Mu riel, I will tan your bottom well. Ju liette, Ju liet te, I will see you don’t forget, accentuating the alternate syllables with blows of the brushes, using alternately the backs and bristles of the brushes.

I varied the force of the blows also, so that they never knew what the next blow was going to be like. I brushed the hair on their pussies, now softly so that they wiggled under the lascivious caress, now fiercely as if I was scrubbing a brick, which made them squirm with agony.

Getting tired of this, I again addressed myself to Muriel.

“You asked me just now to untie you and whip you, didn’t you? Well, I’m not so sure that I won’t do as you ask. The position is a little tiring I expect.”

“It’s awful … My legs and arms are gone to sleep. Oh, please untie me.”

“Juliette, you may untie her, if you like. Now go and stand in that corner with your face to the wall and wait until I am ready. Don’t dare to look round. Juliette, take off her nightdress and your own chemise and drawers. That’s right, now go and stand beside her.”

I took a birch from the case and the whip of knotted cords.

“Now,” I said, “I am going to whip you both for disobedience.