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James Stephenson has used some initiative in web surfing for fun spanking photos. And he’s found coeds in schoolgirl costumes at English disco parties:

He writes:

For some time now, people on blogs like this have been hunting out pictures of interest on the standard websites for sharing photographs by searching for things like birthday spankings. I love those pictures just because they’re ordinary people who, in most cases, probably wouldn’t regard themselves as having a spanking kink. The three pictures below come from a source I’m just starting to explore and haven’t seen used elsewhere as yet – university students’ unions.

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Generally speaking you go to the university homepage – from there find a section concerned with students and there’s usually a link to a website for the Students Union (in some cases ‘Guild’). Most commonly then you find a section called Entertainment (sometimes ‘Ents’) and within that galleries.

[These] images are taken from UK University Students’ Union websites for School Disco themed events which seem a useful source of interesting shots.

Isn’t this a pair of cuties?

We don’t do politics on Spanking Blog, for the simple reason that there are ten zillion political blogs out there who do ’em better. So this is not posted in any particular partisan spirit. Rest assured that a larger-than-life parade float depicting the spanking of any head of state — wait a minute, who am I kidding? make that anybody — would probably get mentioned here. In this case, we’ve got George Bush being spanked by the Statue Of Liberty:

A float depicting U.S. President George W. Bush being spanked by the Statue Of Liberty passes by during the Rose Monday carnival parade in Mainz, western Germany, on Monday, Feb. 19, 2007.

Thanks to M for the photo tip.

You’d yell too, if you were hauled down to the wine cellar, propped naked on a plastic milk crate, and spanked to a fare-thee-well with that monster huge leather strap:

Apparently this is the wrong manor house in which to be a cute but inept serving girl.

(From this gallery at Spanked Cutie.)

If you’ve spent any time at all on the spanking internets, you’ll find that the boards, forums, blogs, chatrooms, and so forth have a population that includes a hefty percentage of lonely and frustrated people. That seems sad, but it’s not. In fact, it’s smart. As I wrote years ago, participating in an online community is the best way to find spanking love (this was written for guys, but it works even better for the ladies):

My advice to spanking lovelorn guys: there are a startling number of women out there who want to be spanked and say they can’t find a man to do the job. The thing is, most of them aren’t going to want to meet you right away — that’s just too dangerous and freaky. So go and find yourself an online spanking community based around a bulletin board system and participate on the boards. Be yourself, be fun and funny if you can pull it off, and above all, be honest about who you are. Keep at it (we are talking months, here) and before you know it, women who now know you and like you will start sending you friendly emails and IMs on totally innocuous subjects. What you do then is left as an exercise for the student. Trust me, you’ll be harvested.

I speak from (happy) experience here.

I was reminded of this by Mija’s recent post on The Punishment Book: 10 Years Ago Today On alt. sex.spanking. Mija’s known to the spanking community for her years of participation on a.s.s, for her spanking stories (many of which can be found collected at Pablo & Mija’s Treehouse), and of course for her blogging at The Punishment Book. Now she writes what to me is a heartwarming tale of how she found love and spankings (but I repeat myself) on the internet:

10 Years Ago Today on alt.sex.spanking I delurked with a story and a very few details about myself, given the name Mija by Bea, who, at the time, was a regular poster. Usenet was very mysterious to me, as Ron McIngle discovered to his pain as he tried to explain to me where I was and how I got there. I didn’t have web access — I’d found alt.sex.spanking via crosspostings from a Los Angeles personals newsgroup. The spam was very heavy — probably at least 95% of the group’s content at the time. But the community, in the midst of planning the creation of this group, shone through. That it existed at all seemed more amazing then I could bear.

At the time I was 29, in the middle of the first year of my MA program and floundering in an unhappy marriage that had taken my 20s and left me feeling far older than I was. My (now) ex husband saw my interest in spanking as “outside any idea” he could have about me. I’d buried my desires deep, only to have them reappear, triggered by writings of feminist Dorothy Allison.

ASS/SSS gave me another world and life to be part of, a place where I could write and post the fantasies that had made up my inner life for years. Tasha, who at the time had bravely moved in with the man who would be her Daddy for a number of years, and others here inspired me to imagine that my life could be better — that I could give myself a chance to find someone who could love me and find my interest in spanking something other than a sign of pathology. Further, through SSS, I was able to meet other women who had similar feelings about spanking and could see that I wasn’t strange — or at least wasn’t alone in craving both play and pleasure and punishment. To the other women who write on the Punishment Book, many thanks to you too for all the love and acceptance you’ve given me.

Less than 10 days after I posted my delurk, Pablo and I exchanged the first of what would become more emails then I can count. When I had to go off-line that summer in order to get out of my marriage, he started a ritual of calling me nightly at midnight, despite his living 6000 miles away. Those days he seemed like the only person in the world who knew and cared for me. On my birthday that summer it seemed appropriate that he was the only person (including my family who lived in the same city) to manage to get me a present on the actual day. Over time I came to realize that he was my soulmate — one of a kind and meant for me. He understood and accepted that for me spanking was both the heart and soul of my sexuality and something that I needed and wanted to express real aspects of discipline and punishment. 10 years later and we’ve been married over two years.

My life is happier now than I even could have imagined then. I owe more to this community then I can express. It’s hard to know what to write. My best friends, parties, playmates, scenes and loves have come from here. This place and you people have given me more than I could ever hope to return.

This summer I’ll turn 40. I’m in the final year (or so) of my doctoral program. My 30s have been the most wonderful time of my life and I feel so fortunate to have found ASS/SSS, the scene and all that has come from those discoveries.

It’s not a new story — I’m sure my regular readers could chime in with a dozen more like it — but I like it because it’s the story that works. If — like a great many of my regular readers — you’re sitting somewhere alone (or at least, unloved) and kinky and frustrated, this is the best template I’m aware of for fixing that. It requires patience (if you’re a guy, it takes a lot more than ten days) and decent writing skills (enough to convey your basic decency and sense of fun in prose, consistently and over time) and not a hell of a lot more.

Remember Spank Vote ’06?

It’s a little unclear what her motivation was — I think her bottom had been too long neglected — but Bethie posted a picture of a bunch of our toys and invited readers to vote on them, with the idea that the most-favored toy would get used on her, with the number of strokes equal to the number of votes.

Of course she hoped that her friends and readers would vote for the soft flogger or something twee and friendly like that. But no, y’all are a welt-thirsty bunch, and sensibly enough voted (early and often) for the clear lexan cane. Bethie never seems to remember, in the spanko world everybody wants to see the most vicious implement on offer, as long as it’s somebody else’s butt that’s in the line of fire.

Whereupon Bethie said “Ulp!” and promptly set up a long string of much-delayed, much-rescheduled medical appointments at which there was at least the remote possibility that somebody would be looking at her butt.

However, “We can’t, I can’t have welts, I’m going to the doctor!” is an excuse that will only fly for so many months. And so, on Valentine’s day, she finally got her big caning.

Since this was all her idea, I took it slow, gave her lots of time to rub and complain and wiggle her butt (you should see the video of that, but probably never will) and so forth. What I did not do is succumb to her “this is supposed to be fun, you’re only supposed to do it tappity-tap” blandishments. While this was not “sixty of the best” because the lexan cane cuts more than either one of us like, they were the strongest strokes I could deliver without cutting (much). I kept reassuring her that this was exactly the sort of fun she signed up for. As usual, she didn’t believe me at the time, but I think she does now. She’s already looking forward to playing with the new Delrin canes I bought her for Valentine’s Day.

In this shoot from Whipped Ass you’ll find more F/f spanking, as per usual. I specifically like this whipping photo:

Why? Because I don’t believe I’ve ever seen such discrete thong spanking panties. Just a string and a cute patch of lace that appears when her legs get “too far” apart. Not that I really approve of such modesties, but as decoration goes, it has its value.

You should all go bother Bethie until she tells you about her new hairbrush and her new razor strop.

Y’see, for a long, complicated, and boring, yet enormously frustrating, chain of reasons, her bottom has been getting neglected an awful lot this winter. And she’s compensated by buying toys. On eBay, I guess. Toys that seem — before she gets them — mild and gentle.

Yesterday she oh-so-casually showed me her new hairbrush. It was light, and the handle too short for my large hands, and I wasn’t very impressed. But I grabbed her and yanked down her pants for a quick field test, and darned if she didn’t start leaping about and yelling and carrying on like I’d started whipping her with a sock full of fire ants. Since she wasn’t staying put, I had to throw her over the high arm of the couch (where she can flail her arms and legs without her bottom moving much) for more extensive testing, and lordy! the complaining and protesting I got! I swear, I’ve gotten less reaction from straps that would make a Georgia prison warden look over his shoulder for witnesses.

She immediately began explaining her plans to get rid of the thing, so of course I had to forbid that.

And then, not two hours later, she came into the bedroom to “show me” the razor strop she bought (“it was cheap”, yah sure) on eBay. Three minutes later she was yelling and protesting and complaining that it wasn’t anywhere near as soft and friendly as it looked in the picture.

Oh yeah, and make her show you the excellent paddles she bought at Hobby Lobby or one of them craft stores like that. She’s got a fancy digital camera, so accept no excuses.