Busted For Smoking
A couple of simple, classic spanking poses by a cute blonde busted for smoking:
From Girls Boarding School.
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Birched Over A Barrel?
Well, not a birching I suppose, but a bundle of slim bamboo rods ought to work much the same:
From Bondage Blog.
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No Panties, No Spanking
There is no spanking in this tale of shameless freedom from panties, but arguably, there ought to be. Those “my subconscious mind went and did what I wanted to all along, honest, I never meant to” moments are what spankings were invented to cure, no?
“You know, it’s actually a common practice to make your submissive go without panties in public.”
“WEAR PANTIES!”
“No one would know, just me and you. Can feel the breeze. I’ve done this back home when I was a teenager. When I didn’t have any clean ones. Even when it was colder outside.”
“I AM TELLING YOU TO WEAR THE FUCKING PANTIES!” (Or something almost like that).
“It’d be under the skirt, anyway.”
“Don’t the panties prevent you from getting stinky?”
“I suppose they do.”
“So you wanna go around stinky?”
“I mean…”
“YOU ARE GOING TO WEAR PANTIES. The idea of public embarrassment does not turn me on at all!”
“But it wouldn’t be public embarrassment, it would be private embarrassment.”
Tail between my legs, I put on the swimming suit and the indicated skirt over it, and brought a pair of panties with me to change into after the swim.
“WHAT? YOU WERE GOING TO GO WITHOUT PANTIES IN T H I S SKIRT? WITH THE SLIT ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP????”
“No, no, I am bringing them, see, they are right here,” I exclaimed defensively, waiving a pair of pink panties like a white flag.
“Pull up your skirt. Show me.”
I showed him the suit covering safely my private parts.
“Good.”
As fate would have it, when we were done splashing in the pool and it was time for me to take off my wet suit and change into my clothes, I realized that… the panties I thought I’d brought with simply weren’t there. Everyone’s familiar with the idea of a Freudian slip here, right?
Popeye Spanks Olive Oyle
Uh oh, it looks like Olive was a whiny annoying passive-aggressive disloyal bitch wench one too many times. Popeye has eaten his spinach, the arm muscles are IN the house, and Olive is well on her way to learning that it wouldn’t kill her to be nice once in a while to the most loyal and accommodating superhero a cartoon gal could hope for:
From Usenet.
Cane! My Cane!
I take one good look at this photo from Hogtied.com:
And all I can think is “Cane! Bring me my cane! Where is my cane?”
All those smooth curves and that glowing skin just crying out to be striped and marked! I am reminded of another favorite hogtied photo featuring vulnerable curves.