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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!”

See Also:

• Good Hard Sorority Paddling
• Sorority Paddling
• Sorority Spankings

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
• Should Wives Be Spanked?

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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• Bondage Girlfriend Cleaning Urinals
• Latex Gloves And Oil Spanking
• Priest Spanking Latex Nun
• "The Age of Duckie Training has Arrived!"

As Bethie will be quick to tell you, any time I pick up a whippy cane or any thin flexible implement, it’s not the strike she worries about, it’s the wrap-around. I think this whipping drawing found via the HQseek spanking porn link list illustrates the extreme case:

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• Boob Caning Party
• Wet Nipple Spanking
• Chinese Breast Whipping

Another spanking scene from a long-forgotten novel, namely, Theirs Was The Kingdom by one R.F. Delderfield:

“You damned little fool!” he shouted. “That water was deep and you can’t swim a stroke! Don’t you ever use your head, except as a post for silly hats?”

She was half-lying in the two or three inches of water they had shipped and her expression, as she raised her head and stared up at him, with her mouth open and her three-storey-and-basement hat half toppled, would have struck him as comical had he not realised how near she had come to over-setting them in a deep and turbulent patch of water. She said, rising to her knees, “How dare you swear at me! Nobody swore at me before!” And to his extreme irritation, she slapped him across the face with her wet glove.

It was not really a case of consciously following Sir Clive’s hint. The exasperation of months went into his reflex action he threw himself forward grabbed her by the waist, threw her half across his knee, and began to spank her so soundly that her struggles rolled them half out of the boat. Then he loosed his hold of her, so that she pitched half in and half out of shallows where, despite the dry spell, there was still mud in hoof sockets left by the cattle.

I missed this birthday spanking Bonnie got last year. First, a snipped from the beginning:

Whack! Ow! That first swat is harder than I expected.
Whack! My lover’s stiff palm again makes contact with my taut flesh.
Whack! This isn’t quite the birthday spanking I had imagined.
Whack! The readers voted for a hand spanking.
Whack! I figured I would be draped across Randy’s lap.
Whack! I pictured something a bit more intimate. In fact, I envisioned something downright sensual.
Whack! But here I am, standing, bent over in the middle of the bedroom.
Whack! Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!

And then, a snipped from the end:

And then there was one to grow on. Randy retrieved from our closet the dreaded Mother of All Paddles. I figured that accursed plank would have to make an appearance. Though banned as inhumane for everyday spanking activities, Randy still drags it out once each year. That day, it seems, is at hand.

Rather than just getting on with it, Randy felt the need to tease. He rubbed the sanded hardwood against my already toasted cheeks. He tapped a few times before resuming his rubbing.

“All right already!” I moaned. I didn’t really want a gigantic swat, but I was sick of waiting.

BOOM! The sound reverberated off of the walls and the force of the impact nearly pushed me over. I raised myself to a standing position, all the while vigorously rubbing my bare, punished bottom with both hands. That swat hurt even more than I remembered. OK, I was now thoroughly and completely spanked. If last colossal whack was one to grow on, I should soon be an Amazon.

Randy hugged me and again wished me a happy birthday.

A reader emailed me this birthday spanking photo, complete with balloons and cake. Two girls spanking a third: