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Like heck he’s not:

What happened on Friday was funny. When I put on the schoolgirl uniform, to take the pictures, I had nothing on my mind, except for the pics, like I said. But after I checked them on my computer, Jack started turning off half of the lights in the house and covering the windows. Now, if Jack does that, you know what’s coming…

Fast forwarding…

My panties came down. I was again wearing some thin stupid stuff – I am so dumb! He slapped some more, making me turn left and right, but my hands never left the bed. Then I heard the swish, and his belt came out of his belt loops.

I got ten hard ones. He counted them and had to repeat a couple of strokes, because I was jumping forwards a bit too much – even if after each stroke, I was bringing my butt back for another stroke.

He explained to me calmly that he wasn’t interested in my butt being out of reach, but being presented for his belt in the correct position. He adjusted my position: “This is what I want. Not there, not here, but right *here*. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “Besides, why do you tense? You said the belt doesn’t hurt, right?” “Yes… but this is different!” Of course it was. I thought it wouldn’t hurt… as usual, I was wrong! But ten finished.

And he went to get the hairbrush. That thing stings! He covered my bum all around with it. He loves catching both cheeks with one hit. He said that. I witnessed it.

When the spanking was done and I was sore, he went for sex. He was damn hard! And he says spanking is not his thing? For God’s sake! If it’s not his thing, why was his gun so fucking loaded?

Good question!

From Brat Under Control.

There’s a funny post over at The Punishment Book in which Haron describes how she got spanked for locking Abel out of their house:

We Punishment Book babes get spanked for a variety of reasons, and some times our misdeeds are pretty contradictory. We simply can’t use each other’s experience for guidance. One day I’ll be spanked for working too hard, and then Mija will be spanked for not working hard enough. One day Sparkle is in trouble for not locking the front door – and guess what I get strapped for next.

Abel arrived home the other night to find the front door latched. He doesn’t like this. I always have the latch on, particularly when it’s almost midnight, and I’m alone in the house, but when he’s due to come home from a trip, I unlatch it before he comes back.

Or anyway, I’m *supposed* to unlatch it. Unless I forget. Or put the latch back on automatically. When this happens, I usually hear a crash as Abel tries to open the door, and then some very bad words when he fails.

Only this time, there was a crash – and complete silence. Bad words were mentally provided by me, because I’d suddenly remembered that last time this happened he’d promised me retribution. I wondered whether it would be safer just to leave him outside, but then figured that at some point I’d have to leave the house to get food and stuff, and by that time he’d be really unhappy, so I sighed and trotted to the door.

[Wise decision. -Ed.]

‘You’ll be spanked for this,’ were his first words.

‘Hello to you too,’ I said. I really wanted to explain to him about serial killers, monsters from the outer space, and maniacs who get into your house *just* as you’re about to have a shower, but thankfully I was too tired to say anything witty, so we just hugged and went to bed.

This could happen at our house. Bethie locks everything. I swear, that woman could be alone in the Space Shuttle in a retrograde polar orbit, and when she climbed into that little sleeping shelf and pulled the curtain closed, she’d try to lock it. She claims it’s to keep the “boogie man” out. If you laugh, she explains in all seriousness that “boogie man” is just shorthand for … well, Haron’s list sounds pretty familiar: serial killers, monsters from the outer space, maniacs, whatever.

Me, I don’t even lock my car unless it’s got something worth stealing inside, which is, generally speaking, never. I’m always going SLAM! against something Bethie’s locked for no obvious reason. But I never thought to spank her for it. Hmmm, nice idea!

I know I watch the faces too much, but they can be so funny! These photos are from Lupus Spanking again, and again the full movie has some scary-harsh cane welts on display — you have been warned. But I’m enjoying the setup shots:

The big girl’s very cute, but I love the amused / skeptical expression on the face of the blonde just right of her. But wait a minute:

Now that you’re looking at the caning block, it’s not so funny, is it?

See Also:

• Red Bottomed Girls
• Angry Admiral With A Paddle
• Grumpy Spanking People
• School Room Paddlings
• Lupus Pictures (Rigid East) Spanking Website

A long time I ago I wrote about how Bethie trickily lulled me to sleep and sped me through Amish country to avoid me buying a spanking spoon. Now we learn more about why, courtesy of Scarlet Bottom:

Ok Now my butt is sore. Ive been spanked four days in a row now every night. My bottom has the slightest tinge of blue where my husband focuses the most. Its amazing to me that it only takes two minutes and I no longer feel it…except when I sit down.

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So I was punished three times and had a reminder once this week. Im starting to think of bonfires in my backyard with those wooden paddles we have, especially that huge amish spoon that has more bite and sting than all the other paddles.

We have a variety of paddles. School board style with holes, and a couple square ones slightly smaller. Those don’t feel nearly so bad over the jeans or pants but that amish spoon burns right through like you don’t nothing on.

Heh, we’ll stop next time.

Caning model Catherine Corbet is wondrously expressive. In this photo, isn’t she the very picture of fearful penitance? You can tell she knows she’s in for a caning!

See Also:

• Why Is This Girl Crying?
• Schoolgirl Caning

A reader going by Sam wrote in with the following tale of her first spanking. Sounds like good fun!

Hey –

My name is Sam, and I am a silent observer of your blog. I also have a boyfriend who lives far away from me. I figured you might be interested in this. Subject: my first spanking.

I’m like quite a few other spankees – I’ve been dreaming about getting spanked since before puberty hit full on – its just always been a “like” for me. I turned 18 in May and could finally meet my boyfriend.

We came to an agreement that I would write out my fantasy for him and hand it to him in the car, along with a list of rules for when he met my friends. When I picked him up, I was so nervous I was shaking and my mouth was dry – he spent the entire airport-time asking and making sure I was okay, teasing me about my shyness.

We finally got into the car and were halfway to the motel when he asked me for the papers I was supposed to give him. I pointed to them, sitting in the cup holder, and he read them to himself then questioned me briefly, then put them away and reached over to touch my leg and I happened to *have* to slam on the brake because someone cut me off – he was teasing me about it for the rest of his trip.

Anyway, fast forward through an entire day of teasing, we followed my fantasy to the letter. He sat down, told me to remove my pants and I got pulled over his knee and positioned. He didn’t spank me much, and it was a great variation – sometimes I was thinking that he could hit me harder, and other times, that I couldn’t bare it any more. He used his belt, and he used a flogger I bought before then. Then we got into some other stuff that I won’t give you details about, for your own sake :)

Suffice to say that I learned a big lesson during that first spanking – communication is big. He was hitting too high for my comfort, and I had to tell him to go lower. I also learned another big lesson – spanking probably isn’t for everyone. But it worked fine for me. I loved it, actually. I’m hooked. Anyway – there is a purpose…

The flogger I bought, I thought I would hate. He only missed my ass and hit a more sensitive area once. And the flogger’s sensation was amazing! It was purchased at Spencer’s Gift Shop/Specialty store(with lots of weird stuff inside) for like, $15. It was light weight – I wasn’t marked by the end of our playing, any of the times – and it stung just on the surface, so each strike was like the first time. It can be used to tickle, to playfully hit(he actually amused himself by just lightly striking his own back while I was pleasuring him otherwise), or to actually administer a strike that can make you whimper.

Anyway, I felt obligated to tell you these things as I’ve been following your blog a year or two now, and found links somehow through your blog to “First time” tips and such. And the best part of the weekend he spent – out of six or seven ‘encounters’ we had, I only had to safeword him once; and it wasn’t about the spanking!

I know a lot of people have had bad first-times; but I didn’t, and its (in part) thanks to your blog! Feel free to post any of this on your blog.

-Sam

Thanks, Sam!

Here’s a fun girl/girl spanking/sex snippet one of my searches turned up:

Phew, what a day! Finished off the kitchen decorating with Kate, ended up covered in paint and up against the wall snogging Kate then having her work her tongue down to my very wet pussy. She lifted me up onto the sink area and proceded to give my clit a hell of a going over!

I gave her a nice hard spanking with the wooden spoon afterwards while I fingered her tight butthole. Christ, when she came you should have seen it, it shot out like a guy’s come!

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