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From the Night And Day column in the Prague Post:

A simple birthday party at Jáma turned ugly … well, not ugly, but — um — let’s just say it took a sophomoric turn when about 12 people formed an impromptu “spanking machine” to punish the 18 year-old guest of honor. If you’re one of those studious science-club types who missed out on this, spanking machines served as a kind of ritual bridge from adolescent outcast to tribal member, a solemn ceremony bonding youth to their social group. Which, of course, is an anthropologic way to explain why a group of pre-teens (or in this case, adults) would wallop the hindquarters of another pre-teen (in this case, teen) on her birthday. Some things make perfect sense on a Friday night in Prague.

Tsk, tsk! Kids these days…

This review of a BBC show profiles Victorian author Elizabeth Gaskell and includes a brief mention of her professional relationship with Charles Dickens:

Her most crucial ally and collaborator was Charles Dickens, who took the fledgling writer under his wing only to exclaim later to a subeditor: “If I were Mr G, oh heaven how I would beat her.”

Here’s a view all spankers will be very familiar with: she’s kneeling on the bed, arms obediently out of the way, face down, ass up, ready for action. And looking back at you with a cheeky smile: “Hey mister, aren’t you supposed to be doing something other than fiddling with your camera?”

Well, I’d say a girl with a smile like that on her face is just a little too comfortable to properly appreciate her spanking. The first thing we’ll do is move this party to the dungeon:

And we can ramp things up from there, Training Of O style!

See Also:

• Too Cute To Spank?
• Prison Cell Spankings

Lovely description of pussy spanking from Black As My Soul:

Because I had always wondered what it would be like, I began to spank her pussy.

Watching her face was priceless. I was absolutely rapt as I watched her expression change again and again.

It was polar. She was angry. It hurt. She loved it. It hurt.

She made really cute irritated noises.

She clearly didn’t want me to do it anymore.

And she really wanted me to keep going.

When she closed her legs tightly, I spread them again. I took special care to hold them open for a few moments before resuming. I didn’t say a word.

Sometimes it looked as though she might come.

Sometimes it looked like she was going to lash out in anger.

And I spanked her pussy more.

I always enjoy the “she asked for it and then tried to talk him out of it” stories:

We were talking about this while snuggled up in bed and I, feeling guilty for being mouthy and rude, suggested that maybe a LITTLE spanking would help me re-focus. At first he said “Maybe later” but then he perked up (not a good sign) and sat up on the side of the bed.

“Come over here. I’m going to give you an over-the-knee spanking.”

I hesitated. He seemed awfully keen.

“Maybe now’s not a good time. Maybe in the morning would be better?”

“NOW. Get over here. Don’t make me wait.”

So I crawled trepidatiously over to him and laid across his knees, with my toes resting on the floor and my face and arms on the bed.

SMACK!

I squealed. Usually Richard warms up my ass by some gentle spanking before he hits harder. This was really hard, right off the bat.

SMACK!

I squealed again. This one was even harder. Then he started raining down swats on my poor little ass.

I managed to gasp “This isn’t a LITTLE spanking.”

And he replied “No, it’s a punishment spanking. You have been too mouthy lately and I don’t want it to happen anymore. Maybe this will help you remember.”

Every.single.smack. hurt like the dickens. It was not stingy or thuddy, it was just plain hurty. After a while I started crying. I’ve never cried when Richard spanked me, because he’s never spanked me hard like this. Part of me was hoping that my crying would make him want to be gentler.

Doh. When will I “get it” about sadists? He didn’t slow down, he didn’t spank me softer. I suddenly noticed that his cock against my belly had become very hard. He stopped about a minute after I began crying and pulled me up and gave me a big hug and wiped my tears. But before my crying had slowed to sniffling and hiccups he pushed me down onto my back.

“Now I’m going to fuck you.”

I moaned out a “please” or “no” or something, but he just kneed my legs apart and shoved into me. I was shocked by how wet I was. My ass was still hot and sore, but that just made the contrast of the sweet, wet fucking even better.

From 24.7.

Found via Chross’s Guide:

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• Comic Book Spanking: The Phantom
• Betty Getting Spanked
• Spanking Comics

I know some of you like a good hand punishment: