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Here are three vintage lovelies waiting for their canings:

That’s right dears, and after the canings you just hold the position and wait right there….

For folks who weren’t here when I posted this last year:

Here’s a fun Christmas morality play, in the form of a video capture sequence from Girls Boarding School. On a cold Christmas Eve, these two bored young ladies were sitting around in their sterile dormitory, playing with a plastic Santa doll:

Things warm up quickly when the contraband bottle of vodka comes out:

Next thing you know, the Santa hats come out:

And then the fun starts! One of the girls quickly winds up over the other’s knee for a “punishment”:

Uh, oh, now the fun is over. Busted! “I’m sorry sir, we weren’t planning to drink the vodka. Actually, we bought it as a gift for you?”

Nice try.

The lecture goes on for some time:

But, of course, the inevitable spanking follows.

Then it’s time to stand up and bend over for the caning. By this point, Drunken Elf Girl #2 is looking distinctly nervous:

She’s got that sinking feeling now:

She can’t bear to watch:

Finally they are both getting it:

And feeling it, looks like? Or are they just singing a joyous Christmas carol?

Any way you cut it, a very Merry Christmas!

See Also:

• Girls School Lesbians, Punished
• More Carpet Beater Spanking
• A School Girl Caning
• A Hard Ruler Spanking

Here’s the perfect bit of Christmas Eve spanking poetry for you. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
Her pleas could be heard as her panties came down.

“Oh Santa, dear Santa, don’t spank me, I pray!
I’ll be ever so good, starting right from today!”

But Santa just chuckled, “I’ve heard that before
From many a bad girl with bottom so sore

As she wriggles and squirms ‘neath his hand’s hearty sting.
But a promise like that – why, it means not a thing.

What matters, dear One, as you’ll very soon see
Is that you should be spanked across Santa’s broad knee

Till your sassy bare bottom is burning bright red!”
And with that, the old fellow did just as he’d said,

And proceeded to spank her with all of his might
Till her yelps echoed loud in the cold frosty night,

And each swat, ringing out like a loud pistol shot,
Turned her soft, round bottom increasingly hot.

Then, when she’d been hand-spanked with many a smack,
The jolly old fellow reached into his sack

He produced a fine paddle of well-seasoned wood.
“Now, this is the thing that makes naughty girls good.”

He remarked with a grin. “And I think you’ll soon find
How effective it feels on a soft, tender behind!”

“Oh please, Santa! No more!” she cried in dismay,
But the paddle cracked down without further delay,

And despite all her protests and wailings and shrieks
It soon deepened the blush on her squirming, rear cheeks.

Poor Dear how she wriggled but all was vain,
For the paddle descended again and again

Till her bouncing bare bottom was sizzling and sore
And as red as the costume that Santa Claus wore.

But at last he relented allowing her to rise,
Hugged her warmly while wiping the tears from her eyes,

And murmuring, “There, it’s all over, my dear!”
Rubbing soothing cool cream on her blazing, hot rear.

Then he exclaimed, “Well Miss, your sweet bottom so curved
Has had the sound spanking it so richly deserved.

From now on, I’m sure, I don’t need to explain,
If you’re good then I shan’t have to spank you again.

But if you are naughty – remember, my dear,
That Santa keeps watch for the whole of the year!”

Then smiling, he shouldered his bulging big sack,
And sent her away with a crisp farewell smack.

So she hurried to bed with satisfaction you know,
With a song in her heart and her bottom aglow

And a sense that all manner of things were all right.
But she slept facing down on her tummy that night.

(Author unknown.)

For some reason the whole tradition of Japanese cartoon sex seems to include a lot of bondage, but not so much in the spanking/whipping side of things. It’s out there, but fairly rare. Here’s one of the more dramatic examples I’ve seen lately, via Usenet:

See Also:

• Spanked And Tied Anime Girl
• Anime Maid Spanked
• Anime Girl Punishment
• Anime Caning
• Anime Whipping

In case you missed it, on Wednesday I contributed a “Spanking Blog Roundup” to Fleshbot, in the spirit of their regular Sex Blog Roundup feature. Eight of my favorite spanking blog posts from the last couple of weeks, assembled with links and descriptive snippets. It was fun to put together (though a lot of work) and I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Update: Fleshbot long ago deleted that page, so I’m republishing the Spanking Blog Roundup in this space.

Sex Blog Roundup
SpankBoss of Spanking Blog

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A Slightly Mexican Christmas
“‘Here in this garage is my one and only seasonal decoration,’ my lover explained. ‘My decoration of choice happens to represent a great Mexican tradition. You, my dear, are now a Christmas piñata.’ … He picked up a wooden rod and began to strike my very accessible posterior.”
(My Bottom Smarts)

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A Christmas Past
“It was the afternoon of Christmas eve, 2003…. I watched for Robert’s car to pull up so I could meet him at the door…. I stood there to greet him wearing a red velvet demi-bra, matching bikini panties and big reindeer antlers with little blinking lights, offering him a red ribbon tied crop and furry Santa hat. ‘Merry Christmas, Santa!’ I cooed….”
(Annie’s Blog)

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Stress Relief
“When I finished reading, I looked over at my brat, and declared, ‘We need a spanking.’ ‘We?’ she asked. ‘Yes… we *BOTH* need a spanking tonight. Do you want to go first, or second?’ Brat raised her eyebrow; it is a rare, rare occasion that I actually ask for a spanking. ‘You’ll go first,’ she decided. I rose from the couch, and she commanded, ‘Go get the hairbrush.’ I put on a pout that was not all play at her suddenly very serious tone.”
(Pink Bottomed Girls)

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Last Weekend
“The birch laced across the lowest part of my bottom and stung me with what felt like a thousand white hot thorns. Fred gave me no time to accommodate the sensation. Instead he did exactly what my pent up desire wanted him to, and that was set about scalding me properly. The licks weren’t especially hard, but with a birch all that’s needed is a little swing and some wrist action, and the flexibility and mass of the twigs can pack a very serious sensory burn.”
(A Creative Spanked Wife)

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Never Underestimate An Oversized Hairbrush
“He made me wait. For several long minutes, I waited…bent over the chair, listening to the combined hum of his computer and the air conditioner. I shifted from foot to foot, stared at the pink waffle weave of the chair seat and clenched and unclenched my grip on the arms of the chair…. He pressed the cane against both cheeks and held it there, causing me to gasp slightly and close my eyes. I felt my body begin to relax, as my muscles responded in its frighteningly predictable pavlovian way. I stood perfectly still and waited….”
(Spanko Girl)

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Cheaters Never Prosper
“‘You will lean over the desk. I will spank you firmly with the paddle until I feel like your bottom is warm enough. Then you will pull down your pants, and get a thorough spanking over your underpants, with the ruler. Then, just to make sure you’re never going to allow this to happen again, you will get an even more thorough spanking with a strap, on your bare bottom. Do you understand?’”
(Breathing In)

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A Bride’s Lesson Learned
“The buttons began to open, one by one, and Arrianna became aware of Derek’s warm breath on the nape of her neck. When he reached the closures between her shoulder blades she began to experience a rush of desire. Quickly, she tried to check the wanton thoughts forming in her imagination. Too late, she saw herself, nearly nude bent over Derek’s strong thighs. She could feel the cool air on her warm skin. She wondered how his hand would feel as he struck her naked…suddenly she came back to her senses. Her husband intended to spank her!”
(Giardino del Piacere)

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Screw Calgon!
“I am sitting here writing this on a still somewhat red and most definately sore bottom. Last check in the mirror, there is even some bruising starting to come up. Lovely, positively lovely. I’m the most relaxed I’ve felt in weeks. I suppose I should back up a bit, eh? Last night I met with that charming man I mentioned in an earlier post…. I went over to his house with the express purpose of being thoroughly spanked.”
(A Darker Shade Of Me)

Here from Claire is an amazingly poetic account of a birching. Gentlemen, get out your pocket knives and get cutting!

Ever curious for new sensation, I wondered if these twigs were pliant enough this late in the year to do a proper job. I needn’t have worried how to broach the subject with A., as I saw him eyeing the branches, then me, with a raised eyebrow, and realized we were already on the same page.

…

Two days later I was to feel the kiss of the birch for the first time. He had me lie over pillows on the bed, naked from the waist, naturally. Having no previous knowledge, I was unprepared for the paradox of sensory stimulation that followed. Birch rods (as I was to learn) are traditionally light and ineffective over clothing, unlike the cane, but their bite derives from repeated strokes over a large surface, which gradually aggravate already sensitive, scratched skin. (Though depending on the weight and length and type of wood, they are not always so light!) The heat—and pain—are at once superficial and cumulative, tantalizing, creeping up on you, just as the shrub creeps over and clings to the surface of the trellis. Thence the slowly-building, erotic effect. And the surprisingly deep, long-lasting burn.

The tangled birch is 18 canes in one, the unkempt half-sister of the Victorian carpet-beater. It is a sensual broom that sweeps lovingly over tender flesh with the claws of a kitten. If heavy enough, it delivers a thud that licks at the cheek of desire, exciting a hunger for more and harder, as the rattan cane never can, because that will sear in an instant. It is seduction in all its complexity: pleasure verging on pain, sweetness mingling with bitter after-taste, dulcamara.

See Also:

• And After The Birching...
• Pretty Girls And The Birch
• Sweet Ass, Birched In Public
• Why Nina Likes the Birch
• A Medieval Public Birching

OK, so I’ve used some odd implements in my time, and some heavy ones, too. But a cast iron frying pan? Now, that’s heavy!

Picture found here.