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From the “advice to young ladies” file: If two of you go picnicking with a feller, and you tease him mercilessly because you think “hey, we’re in public, what can he do?”, it’s worth remembering that the woods aren’t really all that public:
Besides which, he may not care.
One of the things I purely love about The Spanking Writers is the way in which Haron so clearly understands her crimes:
And then there was yesterday morning, when I got spanked for – I’m not sure what, but it might have been for the crime of having a bottom, and standing around with only some French knickers on while I was brushing my hair in the morning.
It’s not every woman who understands that sometimes, just having a bottom is a spankable offense.
Anyway, it happened like this:
So, I’m minding my own business (damp hair), when Abel swoops into the bedroom, sees me and says something along the lines of: “Well, if you show off your bottom like that…” He grabs my Mason Pearson hairbrush, pushes me over the bed, and wallops me with it about two dozen times.
It stings. A lot. Hairbrushes tend to.
So that was that: random, unprovoked acts of violence in the home, and he seemed mighty pleased with himself after all that.
As well he might!
Oh, to live the fine high life of an itinerant magician, with a kinky below-stage secret!
“A volunteer from the audience? Ah-hah! Pretty lady, you’ll do nicely. Just step into this cage please…”
“Ladies and Gentlement, behold! Now you see her, now you don’t!”
Meanwhile, below the stage, it’s a fast round of bondage, flogging, spanking, and quickie forced sex:
They have it right in the army: never volunteer for anything.
You can see the rest of this kinky magic show here, courtesy of Sex And Submission.
There’s really nothing funnier in the world than Smurf porn. I could swear I’d blogged this Smurf spanking before, but I can’t find it in my archives, so perhaps not:
Sorry the image is not larger; if you happen to have this in larger size, an emailed file donation would be appreciated.
Update: Thanks to Timothy for a larger version, and to someone else for pointing out that this is not Papa Smurf (who has a beard):
She’s over the knee of a very handsome teacher, if I can be any judge, and he’s got a good firm grip on her pony tail. You ladies with a schoolgirl thing happening should enjoy this one:
Ah, the joys of life as a phone sex operator during the Thanksgiving holidays:
Setting: Thanksgiving Day, 2001, dressed head to toe in sweats with big fuzzy wool socks, with my arm up the behind of a turkey stuffing it. (nice mental isn’t it, hehehe)
Call: One male, Dominant who wants a submissive slave girl.
So the phone rings, here I am stuffing the turkey for dinner, yet I answer the phone. I hear this voice tell me in a demanding voice, I want a slave girl, well heck I’m game. So, off I go to run his charge, when it goes through, schlepping back to the kitchen he asks me, “Where are you?” “Oh, master I purr, I’m on my bed waiting further instruction.”
Reality check, I’m back in the kitchen stuffing the turkey
He tells me, how naughty I’ve been and that I need a spanking, so ok I’m game for this. He asks “do you have a wooden spoon?” “Yes Sir” I reply, reaching over to grab a wooden spoon from the thingy majiggy that holds all my kitchen utensils. Then I hear, “slave I want to hear you spank your rear end NOW”, “Ok, I reply” all he hears is a resounding TWHAP, “again slave” THWAP. A couple more loud thwaps and he hangs up, obviously completing his business.
Yes, if you were following along in the beginning of the story, I whacked the holy heck out of my turkey’s breast, tenderizing it like no ones business, and you bet I slid that turkey into the oven, damn fine turkey if I do say so myself!
Screencaps from the Lupus Spanking site are on the menu today. First we have a little artwork I like to all “Apprehension”:
And next we have the prettiest little bit of begging for mercy you’re ever likely to see:
Of course, it does not work to save her tender bottom.