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Get caught skinny dipping, get a spanking. Simple — but not as simple as it sounds. From Pieces:

I told the giant squid if he didn’t get A/C for the house I was going to trek to northern climes.

“It’s only a few days a year, bambina.”

“I can’t take the heat!” I said a little louder than I normally speak.

“You think this is hot?” he grumbled. “Wait till you feel how hot it’s gonna get on your tush!” This was said in a not-so-nice tone of voice.

“Bully!”

SWAT!

“I’m leaving and spending the next few days in an air conditioned hotel. You can order takeout for you and the pups.”

SWAT!

“You’re staying,” he said with great confidence. “And tonight, we’ll go skinny dipping. Sound good?”

Ohhhhhhh skinny dipping. Our neighbor is out of town and told us to use their pool whenever we wanted to. Very few pools out this way. We had one in Miami when we lived there and used it most of the year. Hmmm… no neighbors, beautiful pool, hot night, skinny dipping. Okey dokey, I can do that.

So… that evening – late – we walked over to the neighbor’s house. The house is surrounded by tall evergreens and it’s very dark so we turned on one outside patio light so we could see where we were. Stripped and jumped into the pool.

Splashing, swimming, teasing, the band is cued to play… and just when things were getting v-e-r-y yummy, a humonguously bright light is turned on and directed at us. I scurried behind the giant squid. A voice says very calmly…

“Is that you, Admiral?”

Apparently, the neighbor on the other side heard us and thought a couple of teenagers were trespassing on the property and called the police.

Honestly…

“Good evening, Officer,” Cowboy says just as calmly, treading water as if he was used to being scrutinized in his birthday suit.

Total frontal nudity! Accckkkkk!

Not wanting to be left out of the fun…

I’m still hiding my naked self behind Cowboy but I yell – “Oh Officer, this big mean man ripped my clothes off!

He tossed me into the pool!

He means to have his way with me!”

Spanked by a Navy SEAL, that’s gotta smart!

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Ah, Janus, that most venerable of spanking magazines. Here’s a school caning story (found at A Taste of The Birch [no longer there, link removed]) in which a lucky young man is privileged to witness the vigorous caning of two attractive female classmates. It’s all the sweeter for the justice of the affair, as they had striven most foully to see him caned in just such a fashion, for no better reason than spite:

“Touch your toes girl!”

She was indeed making a fuss, but the Head was certainly on form. He was whacking that yard of swishy rattan down with a vengeance onto a tender target that I guessed had never even been spanked before. Hesitantly Diane bent forward.

“Skirt!”. This time Mr.Thomas made her reach back to flip her own short skirt to the small of her back. How I wished I could have seen the two raised red stripes that must have been adorning that pretty posterior. Her knees were bent this time and she appeared to be trying to lower her bottom out of range.

“Straighten those legs. Now!”

They straightened. Her trembling fingertips stretching to reach her toes.

“If you get up again, Miss Bennett, or if I have to remind you once more of the required position to take a caning, I will get Robertson to hold your hands tightly and put you across the desk for the remaining strokes!”

Oh God, no! I thought. She’ll be bound to detect my excitement – my sweaty hands, my shaking fingers, maybe even see my stiffie…but then there will be the thrill of staring into her eyes as the cane bites and watching the pained contortions on her sexy face.

Tap, tap, tap…SWISH! THWACK! Another squeal after the explosion of sound but the Head’s threat had worked because, although her fingers left her toes and her knees sagged slightly, she did more or less maintain her undignified, submissive position. Within seconds she had regained her posture, even though she was making high-pitched moaning sounds which aroused me considerably.

Tap, tap, tap…SWISH! THWACK!

This time a shrill shriek and a frantic rubbing together of thighs, mobilising her scorched rear into a very erotic side to side wiggle. Her hands made white-knuckled fists then slowly straightened out again. Now she grasped her ankles firmly and braced back her legs.

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Ah, sometimes the old standbys are best. Here a stable girl (no clothes, poor thing) gets bent over a saddle and whipped like the devil by two uniformed men:

From Whipped Women, of course.

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This looks like another one of those scans from the 70s and 80s spanking magazines, somebody’s getting her bottom tanned with a hairbrush in a very sparsely-furnished bedroom:

For some reason the guy strikes me as having a preacher haircut. Pastoral counseling, anyone?

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This is from Sorority Pledge as found on Usenet:

Sorority girls can do anything they want to pledges, so spontaneous spankings are frequent and commonplace. Luckily for pledges this hazing period lasts only two weeks.

In the evenings, after classes, I’d make Jennifer strip down to her bra and panties or make her wear some equally humiliating outfit while she slaved away at the chores given to pledges. If the assigned chores weren’t satisfactorily completed (which was nearly always) it meant going over the barrel for a spanking.

The “barrel” is a large drum shaped cylinder on short legs with handles and fastening straps. Girls are put naked over the barrel with their ankles strapped in place and their bottoms are in the uppermost position. This is a terrific device for impromptu punishments as well as ceremonial spankings.

An interesting variation on the barrel is one that I used frequently with Jeniffer. I’d make the pledge straddle the device lengthwise as though riding horseback and have her lie forward and hug the barrel to keep from sliding off. This position naturally stretches the bottom good and tight and is extremely embarrassing for the “rider”. I never inflicted any permanent damage to Jennifer. I usually would hand spank her until she’d start crying.

As a deviation of the above sorority practices I’d like to relate the sexiest and most memorable incident of spanking that’s ever happened to me. After a boring day of classes I was itching for some entertainment in the form of spanking Jennifer’s all too appealing bottom. In order to make the experience an intimate and exciting one (for me, anyway) I left word for my little pledge to report directly to my room.

In time the coquettish underling appeared as commanded. Jennifer is a petite little dumpling with rich brown hair shortly bobbed in a becoming hairstyle. The girl was still in her street clothes and carried a handful of books. Faking a truly bitchy mood, I ordered her to lock the door behind her and to strip naked. Knowing the punishment for disobedience to a superior, Jennifer began to instantly undress.

In two minutes she was standing before me in her birthday suit. She was especially nervous and trembling visibly. I told her to bring me the hairbrush from my bureau and to drop face down across my thighs. She did so with a gasp of mixed fear and humiliation. She had never been spanked over my lap like this and was obviously terrified.

I applied the first spank with great vigor, the hairbrush smashed down on one tender bottom cheek. Jennifer flinched. I then announced that she must count aloud each spank and thank me for it.

“SMACK!! One…Oh, t-thank you…SMACK. T-Two. Thank you…” and so on.

This was kept up to my great delight for nearly thirty hair-raising spanks. By now the pledge was crying and stammering, but I didn’t let up. At last the despondent pledge begged for mercy and offered to do anything else rather than have the spanking continue. The girl stimulated my curiosity and I asked her what she’d be willing to do to have me stop spanking her. I was surprised when she offered to lick my toes for an hour.

I was justly intrigued by the depravity of her suggestion. “You’ll have to lick more than just my toes,” I responded.

“All right, anything. ANYTHING!”

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• Good Hard Sorority Paddling
• Sorority Paddling
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In which a man has a mild conversation with his wife about protocol for office visits:

She flew at him again cursing and flailing him with her tiny fist, she was furious, she began to cry.

Deke grabbed her arms and jerked her across his lap with her derriere pointing skywards. He spanked her little ass good.

She screamed, spit and cursed. One would have through he was killing her, but the employees knew better than to interfere in the boss’s squabbles, and they also knew it was over the beautiful blonde who had been in his office earlier. However, in the minds of his assistants she was getting exactly what she deserved, busting in like this, acting like they didn’t even exist!

Deke asked sternly, “Are you ready to be reasonable about this?”

She screamed, “Wife beater!”

He popped her another resounding slap on her ass and said, “That’s for the profanity, now will you quit?”

She said, “O.K. dammit, I quit, now let me up.”

He slowly released her. She got from his lap rubbing her fanny. “That hurt.”

Deke said, “That’ll teach you to come bursting into my office like an angered pea fowl and falsely accuse me.”

From a 2002 romance called “The Yellow Daffodil”. (Note to the guys: cheesy romances, if you can stomach them, are a wonderful treasure trove of spanking scenes, not to mention detailed scripts for how to act like a 1950s chest-thumping brute while not only getting away with it, but winning fair maiden in the process.)

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• A Well Deserved Spanking
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I could be wrong, but I don’t remember ever posting a spanking picture featuring a spankee complete covered in rubber or latex before. Now, courtesy of The Training Of O, I’ve got a caning picture for all you rubber fetishists out there:

More here.

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