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This is cute, from Calm Before The Storm:
I met a little girl today…
I had told her that my birthday is coming up soon…
She asked me, “How old are you going to be?”
Preparing myself for an old woman comment, I answered her. “29”
I was not prepared for what she said. Her eyes grew wide and she said, “That means you get 29 spanks.”
How did she know???
Here’s a pretty pair of girls in very practical spanking outfits, complete with glowing red bottoms:
From Lupus Spanking.
I’ll let Librarygirl speak for herself:
You can’t explain it. It happens suddenly. No warning. You get this feeling…this “I-need-a-hard-spanking-now” feeling. Just because.
I was thinking about it all evening.
And she got it, too….
I’ve added a funny new-ish blog (well, it’s almost a blog, all it’s lacking is outbound links of any sort) by SarAdora, who’s perhaps better known for her spanking fiction. She’s married to an admiral with a hard hand, which she clearly enjoys:
It’s only January 4th and I’m already exhausted from being so good. Cowboy says I have another 360+ days to behave. I had no idea they taught squids to count. I always thought “3” was as high as he could go and get the numbers in the right order. When His Holiness and I were first married, he’d count to 3 when he thought I was doing something I shouldn’t be doing. The premise is the parent/child thing. Today’s kids know when mommy or daddy gets to 3, their world is going to come to an end… ergo, a spanking ensues. The first time he did that, I had no idea why he was counting. Nobody ever did that when I was growing up and if they had, we would have laughed. Where I lived, you hit me and I retaliated ten-fold no matter how much bigger you were. Not too many people hit me twice. So… the squid counts to 3 and I hint that 4 is next.
“Then 5, then 6. I think that’s as high as you should go till you practice a little,” I told him.
SWAT!
Truly, the man is sensitive about his counting skills.
Now, on the rare occasion he forgets that counting is something I ignore, and yells “ONE!” I roll my eyes and try not to mutter “Outstanding! Do I have a bid for two? This is a gem, folks. How about the gentleman in the back – did you want to bid again, sir?” Inevitably, I finish my little speech from the “over his shoulder” position and if I’m really feeling like a warrior princess, I still mutter when he upends me.
Silly girl, of course squids can count. They have to be able to count ammo; how else would they know when their magazines are full?
Woah, long time no update. No worries, what happened was, I got a touch of a winter bug and “cured” it by installing Civilization IV. No spanking updates for you, but I can assure you that the mighty Roman galleon fleet pillaged many Spanish fishing boats!
Here’s a fun vintage birthday spanking — doesn’t she smile pretty?
This blog entry is interesting because it features Girl On Lust wondering whether good sound spankings would keep her grumpiness and petulance in line:
I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a man who would spank me when I’m being un-necessarily grumpy or petulant.
On the one hand, sometimes I get really stuck on a mood- even though I know it’s irrational or silly to feel that way, I just can’t get out of it, and I think the strong hand of a firm Master would certainly shake me out of that- being bent over his knee (interestingly I’ve never had a proper over the knee spanking) his hand shoving my shorts and panties down roughly, stroking over my skin, sliding between my cheeks to toy with my ass, teasing my pussy lightly before bringing his hand down hard on me. Perhaps I’d be so petulant that I wouldn’t want him to tease me- he’d just have to go straight to spanking me, reddening my ass until I cried and begged for him to stop.
On the other hand, I’ve never been really easy to shake from a mood. While that particular method has never really been tried, usually if people try and fail I get irritated with them, and frustrated with myself- it wouldn’t be good if my Master tried to spank me and it didn’t work. But I suppose that’s why he’s the Master and I’m the slave- because he does what he wants anyway, it’s not really spanking for my benefit.
If he wanted to spank me for being petulant, I wouldn’t have a choice. So it might work.
What do you think?
What do I think? I think the answer is almost certainly yes, if she can form the question.
But then, I would say that.
Whether or not such a spanking would cure the petulance of the moment, there’s also the matter of recidivism to consider. In my time I’ve shared living spaces with more than one sometimes-petulant woman. The ones I didn’t spank were petulant a lot; at one point you could have convinced me that grumpy petulance was a standard mode of female existence. The one I do spank for petulance is petulant only rarely, and she generally stops immediately when I ask “why are you being so fractious today?” (Which, of course, is code for “Were you hoping for a spanking just now?”)
Here’s a picture of Johanna getting her bottom very well thrashed with a cane:
She’s sure feeling it!