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I’m pleased to discover that the last post inspired some serious holiday spanking. Majesty’s wench reports:

Majesty wore me out yesterday morning before He went to work. I had asked Him if He would beat me on New Years Eve (ringing in the New Year, setting the tone, you know?) and He asked if anyone was awake. When I said no, He told me He would beat me right then. Well, I wasn’t ready to be beaten right then, and told Him. Which only made Him more determined to do it. I didn’t protest over-much though (not enough to make Him angry with me), took my position on the bed and presented my bottom to Him. He used the tawse on me, and He was not nice with it. I asked Him the other day if He could make pretty stripes like those on the ‘well oiled girl’ on SpankBoss’s site, and He said then that I couldn’t take it, to which I replied that I thought I could. So, yesterday morning, He was of the mind to find out whether I could or not. I squirmed some, and moved some, and squealed some, but I took it. Then I told Him I was mad at Him for being mean. I was being petulant. But He fixed it, and I was OK. Now I can’t wait for Him to tear me up again, only worse this time. I seriously am confusing, I think.

All I can say is “Pictures! We want pictures!” {evil grin}

A hunting fantasy from IsisOasis:

I run away, but it is in vain, i am severely handicapped by being barefoot and bound, He knows i wont get far. He is teasing me. He wants it to last. My feet and legs get scratched by brambles and stones in my way, my feet become cold and numb, knees muddy. Each time i fall over, He waits for me to get up and stumble on. He is the predator with strength and arrogance to show no mercy.I am the prey of his desire, defenceless and vulnerable. In the end – exhausted – I want to be caught.

Then i am there on my knees and He has hold of my hair, pulling my head back, looking down into my face with superiority and lust. He drags me to a pile of damp leaves – his only concession to my welfare – and still up on my knees, makes me bend over with my forehead on the ground. Commands me not to move – i cannot see what He is doing.

He is getting something out of His belt and i make out that it is a horsewhip. I know that my buttocks and thighs shall be punished for running away. I shall be disciplined to make me obey and to give Him pleasure in watching me writhe in pain with each lash of the whip

Mmmm, now where did I park my horse?

OK, a one-horse open sleigh this ain’t, but the dashing through the snow part is right, and I can almost hear the sleigh bells jingling merrily on the thigh straps of these delicious draft animals. Not to mention the hearty “KRA-ACK!” of that carriage whip zinging in to encourage lagging sleigh-pony girls to greater efforts….

A merry Christmas indeed.

Christmas 2012 update: I found a cleaner, larger version of the artwork and (if you click through) you can see the artist’s signature is “Turk”.

See Also:

• Naughty Elf In The Corner
• Spanked By Santa
• More Christmas Spankings

So, a young couple were making passionate love in the guy’s van
(you know, shag carpets, big double mattress in the back…
all that) when suddenly the girl, being a bit on the kinky
side, yells out “Oh big boy, whip me, whip me!”

The guy, not wanting to pass up this unique opportunity,
obviously did not have any whips to hand, but in a flash of
inspiration, he opens the window, snaps the aerial off his
van and proceeds to whip the girl six ways from Sunday,
until she collapses in an orgasmic pile of endorphins.

About a week later, the girl notices that the marks left by
the whipping session are starting to fester a bit so she
goes to the doctor. The doctor takes one look at the wounds
and asks, “Did you get these marks having sex?”

The girl is a little embarrassed but admits that, yes, she did.

Nodding his head knowingly the doctor exclaims, “I thought
so, because in all my years of doctoring…

(wait for it)

.

.

.

…you’ve got the worst case of van aerial disease that I’ve
ever seen!”

Hoo, boy, The Boss knows how to have him some holiday fun:

We are starting a new tradition around here: The 12 spanking days of Christmas. On the first day, I’m going to give Invidia one cane swat. On the second she gets two hand swats and then one cane swat. Etc., etc., all the way up to the very exciting twelfth day. (Invidia can hardly wait. Dare I say she’s aquiver with excitement?) I still haven’t decided on the roster of implements, but I’ll have that down by the 25th, you can be sure!

Sing it with me, people! “On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me….” For the math-impaired, The Boss is talking about 12 + 11 + 10 + 9 + 8 + 7 + 6 + 5 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 78 swats of various kinds on the twelfth day of Christmas, delivered of course onto a bottom likely still to remember the previous day’s 66. Assuming he delivers the full suite of Christmas gifts, allowing not his hand to be stayed by pity, etc….

Here’s a very understated slave spanking from Rask – nothing fancy, but all the more believable for that reason:

I pulled the slave’s gown up today and held her down by her hair while I spanked her bare bottom. She has very gradually been pushing me with little transgressions of word or deed. When I got up this morning, coffee was not ready. At dinner, she got lippy. I often overlook these things because she works so hard for me, but I thought it was time to reestablish the proper balance in our relationship. The dog tried to interfere, as usual, but I had determined to call his bluff. It turned out he was unwilling to actually attack me.

Vikki has found some cute panties that say “I’ve been naughty” on the front and “Spank Me” on the back. I so know someone who needs six pairs.

But isn’t it sad they chose to use a model so starved and unhealthy-looking that it’s very hard to see the difference between the front and rear shots above? She has starved her own butt away. Who wants to spank a buttless woman?

(Not to turn this into a rant or make anybody feel bad about their body type, but go click through and look at the full body shots – she actually has a sunken hollow in the side of her “bottom” between the main muscle group and her protruding (ouch!) hip bone. She’s forgotten that sexual attractiveness is inextricably linked with signs and signals of fertility. This woman doesn’t look like she could survive a hard winter, much less feed a baby through one!)