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An interesting historical account listing flagellation instruments:

But the queen of her profession was undoubtedly Mrs Theresa Berkley, of No 28 Charlotte Street, Portland Place; she was a perfect mistress of her art, understood how to satisfy her clients, and was, moreover, a thorough woman of business, for she amassed during her career a considerable sum of money…

“Her instruments of torture were more numerous than those of any other governess. Her supply of birch was extensive, and kept in water, so that it was always green and pliant: she had shafts with a dozen whip thongs on each of them; a dozen different sizes of cat-o’-nine-tails, some with needle points worked into them; various kinds of thin bending canes; leather straps like coach traces; battledoors, made of thick sole-leather, with inch nails run through to docket, and currycomb tough hides rendered callous by many years flagellation. Holly brushes, furze brushes; a prickly evergreen, called butcher’s bush; and during the summer, a glass and China vases, filled with a constant supply of green nettles, with which she often restored the dead to life. Thus, at her shop, whoever went with plenty of money, could be birched, whipped, fustigated, scourged, needle-pricked, half-hung, holly-brushed, furze-brushed, butcher-brushed, stinging-nettled, curry-combed, phletbotomized, and tortured till he had a belly full.

“For those whose lech it was to flog a woman, she would herself submit to a certain extent; but if they were gluttons at it, she had women in attendance who would take any number of lashes the flogger pleased, provided he forked out an ad valorem duty. Among these were Miss Ring, Hannah Jones, Sally Taylor, One-eyed Peg, Bauld-cunted Poll, and a black girl, called Ebony Bet.

From “The Flogging Whores Of Old London“, extracted from the ‘Flagellation’ entry in Ashbee’s Index of Forbidden Books (Ashbee 1969:147-151).

I don’t know about you all, but I sometimes find the comment system a bit limiting as a means of promoting community betwixt-and-among my readers. It’s very serial and very slow. So when I noticed that Google was beta-testing a free email group service (like Yahoo Groups, only better) I decided to create a Google Group for Spanking Blog. This is an experiment; I have no idea whether anybody will want to use it. I basically envision the thing as a big erotic-spanking free-for-all, with a few notable exceptions. I’m going to moderate the thing, because I won’t have anything associated with this blog that’s not as kink-friendly, non-judgmental, non-political, spam-free, and polite as possible. So be nice, eh? And if you post stories or pictures or artwork, make sure to indicate that they are your own work, or that you have permission to post them.

If nobody joins, it won’t come to anything — but if you want some community space, here it is. Enjoy! (See signup box at bottom of page)

To finish warming the cockles of your whatever, I present the following 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!

Amanda emailed this cute Christmas Spanking poem to me, labeled “author unknown”:

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
The paddles were hung in the cupboard with care,
In hopes that her bottom soon would be bare.

The children were nestled at Grandma’s in bed,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And ma in her nightie, and I in my cap
Had just settled down for a long discipline chat.

When out of her mouth there arose such a clatter,
I sat on the bed as she sassed “What’s the matter?”
I pulled her up over my knee in a flash,
Then pulled up her nightie, to bare her sweet ass.

Her bottom, as white as the new-fallen snow
Would soon have the luster of a healthy red glow.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a large wooden paddle, to redden her rear!

With long hard swings, both lively and quick,
She knew in a moment it won’t be a picnic.
In rapid succession the paddling came,
I shouted, and called out her no-nos by name:

“Now, SASSING! Now, LYING! And STAYING UP LATE!”
I paddled her hard and continued her fate.
She begged and she pleaded and I knew she would bawl!
Her bottom, her thighs — I covered them all!

As I held her down tight, I could hear her loud cries —
When the paddle met her, there were tears in her eyes.
So I spanked and I spanked and the paddle it flew,
And the lecture of love that came with it too.

To the wiggling and kicking of each little foot
The paddle would soon make her little ass cook.
As I drew back the paddle, again it would sound:
Down on her bottom it came with a bound.

She was pretty and sexy, from her head to her foot,
But her soul was all tarnished like ashes and soot;
A bundle of guilt she had had on her back,
I took them away with each firm paddle whack.

Her eyes — how they twinkled! With tears that weren’t merry!

Her cheeks — red as roses, her thighs like a cherry!
Her beautiful hair was drawn up in a bow,
And her bottom was now not so white as the snow.

I let her get up and put paddle on shelf,
Then kissed her to show her my love for herself.
A wink of my eye and a twist of my head,
Soon let her know it was now time for bed;

I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
I tucked her in bed; then turned with a jerk,
And laying my finger aside of my nose,
I said to myself, “She’s as red as a rose”.

Although spanking for love can be quick as a whistle,
It won’t blow away like the down of a thistle.
So to all of you folks who love spankings so dear,
“MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A RED REAR!

The reader who wrote to inquire about loop-ended canes has received and tested one, and writes:

Hello again! I received the loopy cane yesterday. We tried it last night and it is so much more than a cane. It’s like being hit with two canes or three, (depending on which angle you aim from) at the same time. It’s really intense. Because of the rounded end you don’t have to watch out for that tip or wrap around. It can also sneak into tight places close to tender spots that you’d have to work at, to get with the cane. If you have a love hate relationship with the cane, this one will become your best friend, the others will become lonely hanging in the closet! Thanks again for your assistance in finding this cool new toy for us.

You are welcome!

I’ve linked to Sweetness Follows forever, because Michelle gets spanked a lot. So it’s noteworthy when Mike has messed up and (as previously agreed — that was your first mistake, man!) had to get punished.

At this point in the tale Michelle tries to go all poor-me:

I really, really didn’t want to do it. It’s not something that I’ve ever found exciting — sure, getting a spanking is great for me. Giving one? Not so much. He once had me test out the flogger on him — giving him one stroke on the bum — and I cried for an hour afterwards.

Later on, she’s singing a different tune. Does she still sound unhappy to you?

We moved into the bedroom, where I asked him to lay on his stomach. He did, and I very gently dried him off with a nice, soft towel, being especially gentle on his tender red bottom. Then I sweetly and gently gave him a massage, with our mint (tingly tingly) massage oil. And then I got out the cane. Yes, the steel one. Twenty strokes with that. Not overly hard, but not wimpy girly strokes, either. I think it was around the tenth (so thirtieth in all) stroke with the cane that I finally elicited a “Jesus Christ, Michelle!” from him. Five strokes later, there he was, wriggling and (could it be?) trying to move away from the cane. “Mike,” I said. “What are you doing?” “Nothing.” “Well then stop moving!” “But it hurts!”

… sound a little familiar? Role reversal, I’d say.

This could never happen to me (he said smugly) because around here, even suggesting that I be spanked (however playfully, and no matter the circumstances) gets Bethie in trouble. If I were so foolish as to get into Mike’s predicament, I should hope Bethie would be too distracted — by imagining the consequences when it’s my turn again — to deliver the goods.

How would you like to trade traffic with a bunch of spanking-related websites? If that sounds good, you should consider signing up to trade with my spanking toplist.

If toplists are new to you, the basic idea is a list of links (usually with banners) that every participating member links to. The people who send the most hits get ranked highest on the page, and (in theory) get more hits back. Because people click on more than one link at the toplist, it serves as a traffic multiplier; done right, everybody gets back more traffic than they send.

I originally set up my toplist to try and expand the traffic to Spanking Blog, back when I didn’t have very many readers. And it worked fairly well, at first. Unfortunately, toplists are vulnerable to cheating; there are a dozen ways to send fake hits, get ranked dishonestly high, and skim the traffic from the honest participants. Because I was using free software that lacked anti-cheat features, my toplist eventually attracted cheaters. You could see it just by looking at the numbers; the “hits in” numbers at the top of the page were immensely bigger than the “hits out” numbers, because most of the “hits in” were fake, having been generated by click-bots.

Well, I rocked along for awhile just by deleting the most obvious cheaters, but it wasn’t enough. So finally I bit the bullet, upgraded to the paid-for professional version of the toplist script, and got serious about weeding out the cheaters. I had to set up a gateway page and turn on a bunch of anti-cheat features, after which it quickly became clear who the cheaters were. They’re gone now, and you can see at a glance that the toplist is healthy again. Everybody is getting more traffic than they send.

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