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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:

From Punishment Book:

M has decided that he needs to spank me as close in time to my transgressions as possible. Which means, given my living quarters, that we need a very quiet implement.

Sigh. Show of hands: does anyone know what the quietest spanking implement in the world is?

A wire coat hanger.

That’s right. It hurts like hell but is almost completely silent.

That should do it, all right. Though really, a slim rattan cane is almost as quiet, and I should think it would be a bit more controllable.

I always enjoy the fun-spanking photos featuring pretty girls and inebriated grins:

Via Chross.

I recently stumbled over a fine set of wench-whipping pictures featuring nice costumes and a lovely medieval outdoor setting (I’m a sucker for a stone wall):

The picture, it turns out, is from Spanking Server.

In The Decameron (Giovanni Boccaccio, 1353) we read:

Good steed, bad steed, alike need the rowel’s prick,
Good wife, bad wife, alike demand the stick.

See Also:

• Betith The Maidin, Thakketh The Wench
• Spanking In Literature
• Classical Chastisement

She’s just standing there sending a fax, but it doesn’t take an expert in criminal justice to know — just from looking at her! — that she’s guilty. She’s busted and she knows it:

And, she’s getting what’s coming to her:

Pictures are from California Star.