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Here’s an amusing spanking story:

“Say that again?”

Joey smiled even more broadly and repeated himself very slowly, as if to a child in a remedial sex-ed class. “Every… girl… likes… to… be… spanked,” he said, and he leaned back in his chair as if exhausted after granting me this wisdom.

“Every girl? No matter what?”

“Yup.”

“And you’ve been divorced how many times?”

“Three. What’s that got to do with anything? Look, you asked me how to spice up your love life, that’s my advice. Whap her a good one on the rump and see if she don’t gallop.”

From “Addicted To Smack” (found at Hoot Island).

I just want to take a moment to thank everyone who sees this for helping make 2003 a good year and (I’m thinkin’) 2004 a better one. Since starting this blog and getting a little bit involved with the online spanko community (Hello, all you friends from Classics!) I’ve been blessed with many more wonderful new friends and acquaintances than I ever would have thought possible. Thank you all!

In line with the recent posts about the startling uses of ginger, I was struck by an evil spice-related thought today while eating my lunchtime supermarket sushi.

In a word: wasabi.

Imagine me laughing my most villainous laugh.

Bethie, who puts most of the joy in my life these days, is going to get a bath brush spanking. And she knows it.

She’s coming to visit soon. We’re both very excited. And of course, this means that spanking toys must be procured.

So, way back on the 5th of December, we were chatting on the phone and I threatened to buy her the infamous Vermont Country Store bath brush. I had the web page up on my screen and my credit card in my hand and everything. She does not think this is a good idea, for some odd reason. “You don’t need one of those!” quoths Bethie. “I have lots of bath brushes.”

By this time I am about to start typing in my credit card information. “So? What good does that do me?”

“I’ll send you one. I’ll send you two! In fact, I’ll go down to the post office on Monday and send them right to you. You don’t need to order one.”

Being the suspicious fellow that I am: “You’ll send them on Monday? Without fail? This isn’t just a ploy to keep me from making the order?” I’m teasing, I think.

“I’ll send them, I promise!”

“OK.” So I forbear from ordering.

Time passes. No bath brushes arrive.

Eventually I mention them. “Oh! I forgot! Don’t worry, I’ll send them next time I get to the post office! I have to mail your Christmas present anyway.”

I figure perhaps a bath brush will be included in or with that package, so I wait patiently. The Christmas package arrives. No sign of a bath brush, but there’s a wrapped present inside. Possibly, possibly. I hold my peace.

Christmas arrives. I unwrap a very nice gift. But you guessed it: still no bath brush.

“Oh! I forgot again! I was so busy with Christmas and all. Don’t worry, I’ll send them to you, I promise!”

“Uh, when?”

“As soon as I can, I guess….”

“You do realize that you’re getting a spanking for all these delays, one bath brush stroke for every day of difference between the December 8 date you promised to send them and the actual postmark on the package?”

Silence. Then: “Ulp….” An entertaining hour of discussion follows: mock outrage, professions of astonishment that I might be serious, heartfelt pleas for me to reconsider, earnest promises to post bath brushes forthwith, etc. I am unmoved.

This was on Christmas day. Yesterday, four (!) postal days later, after at least that many entertaining efforts to talk me out of my resolve, she finally put the bath brushes in the mail. December 30. 30 minus 8 equals 22.

And that’s only one of the spankings she’s got coming….

I got a nice letter from Luray, who wrote in to share her New Years
Eve spanking ritual:

Well, I’ve never written you before, but I do love your site. I discovered my
love for spanking at a young age, and a few years ago I found a loving man
who was willing to use it to keep me in line. (God do I love him.) When I read
the 12 days of spankings posted on the blog I thought I would share our New
Years Eve tradition.

Through out the year I am required to keep a journal of
all the offenses I have been punished for. It is a rather detailed account of
each spanking, why I received it, what was used, how many swats I received,
and so on and so forth. Well, on new years eve I kneel before my love and read
each spanking story to him. When I have finished he takes me over my knee and
spanks me one last time for each offense. With each swat I am required not
only to count but to name the offense that it is for, to apologize for my
offense, and to thank him for the spanking.

So far this year my journal has
almost a spanking for every week. I will receive 51 spankings as a final
payment for my offenses and then and only then will I be able to start the
new year with a clean slate, not to mention a red bottom. It is a loving
experience, but also shameful to have to remember all the things I did that
caused him disappointment. I love this “judgement” day.

Feel free to post this. I think every one should do it. It really is a
freeing experience.

Thanks, Luray!

Ah, the dubious pleasures of agrarian life. Here we have a young farmer’s wife being birched over a barrel for shirking her labors at the cider press:

I can hear the lecture all too well: “What’s that? You don’t want to turn the cider press? Well, you like to drink the cider well enough….”

I’d say the art is probably by Paula Meadows.

See Also:

• Caning Paula Meadows
• Pussy Whipping Art
• Whipped by Knights
• Sweet Ass, Birched In Public
• A Medieval Public Birching

She explains:

Maybe it’s like Thomas Hardy said about the Titanic and the iceberg… when my ass was formed, the Immanent Will of the universe formed the cane to be its sinister mate. It certainly jars two hemispheres.