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Here’s a goodie for the fellows who like to be on the receiving end. Writes total_girlpower@yahoo.com:

He did something for which he apologised. I
told him that was not good enough and that he should be whipped. His
mistake was agreeing. So off to the woods, and I did it the old-fashioned slave days way.

He was naked tied with his arms and legs
spread out. My best friend came along and doubted I would do and that
I showed no mercy. I used a three-foot quirt on his backside for one hour. When I was finished, he was on his knees whimpering. It was the best
rush I ever had.

Later I made him perform, and he was the
best. After that, he gave me a back rub because I was sore from the
whip workout. He was hard at first when I tied him up. However, I beat him
limp. Talk about power.

All men should be whipped to show who is
boss. The Spartans whipped their men once a year with girlfriends and
wives watching and they were naked. I would suggest whipping men for
all kinds of things: adulterous thoughts; staring at women and girls
wrongly and premature ejaculation.

But this is not that sort of blog. So, in the interests of turnabout (and because total_girlpower isn’t here to be turned about over a knee while she gets her bottom emblazoned with the marks of her own quirt) what’s the equivalent list for women?

“I would suggest whipping women for all kinds of things: ____, ____, ____….”

Help me fill in the blanks. Suggestions?

Mike and Michelle are at it again!

She said:

“…I can barely sit because Mike smacked the ass off me this evening.”

He said:

“Chelle and I played a bit today – me catching her playing with herself without my permission. It can be very fun, very intense.

Her ass ended up very reddened, though it was her own fault. She sulked a bit,
which got me going more, and well, a very very sore bottom resulted.

Can anybody think of a better way to deal with sulky girlfriends? No? I thought not.

I love this picture because both parties are clearly having so much fun:

I have reason to suspect it’s a promotional still from a movie. Does anyone recognize the movie? I’ll bet it’s a fun one.

Update: Thanks to all three people who wrote to tell me this is from a 1975 British film called “The Ups And Downs Of A Handyman“.

See Also:

• Brandi's OTK Bedroom Spanking
• Face Of The Recently Spanked
• On The Spanking Stage
• Spanking Some Booties
• She's Contrite...But Still, Spanked

Thanks to Gary Switch for sending along a link to The Spencer Spanking Plan, that notorious 1930s progressive document for the scientific adjustment of marital difficulties. Of course I can’t approve of it wholeheartedly, as it lines husbands up for their fair share of domestic discipline. (I’m all about the delicious double standard that spares my pristine buttocks and reddens hers.) Still, for all that The Plan is a kinky blueprint masquerading as scientific sociology, it honestly pegs several of the benefits that one still hears domestic discipline aficionados describing today:

Just what is a modern spanking or whipping?

It is a product of today — an act of discipline given under carefully defined and controlled conditions. Brutality is entirely foreign to the idea. Revenge, oppression, force, and violence are all frowned upon and do not enter into the Plan in any way. The idea of a modern spanking is to administer punishment when it is needed — then make up and forget the whole incident.

In this way, every disagreement is effectively closed before it has time to ferment into serious discord — to grow into hatred or an indifference which even a great crisis may not be able to heal. The couple that has every difference out when it arises is not likely to build up an antagonism that can be settled only in the divorce courts.

Also, should modern spankings and whippings be administered, they tend to improve dispositions, increase domestic happiness, create a much more desirable spirit of unselfishness, and eliminate much other unpleasantness.

See Also:

• Origin Of The Spencer Spanking Plan?

If you have foolishly been failing to stop by The Collar Purple on a daily and religious basis, you will have missed the fact that Invidia has been doing a lot of excellent spanking art lately. And The Boss has been compiling quite a collection of his nifty 55-word spanking nanofiction stories. Here’s an example of Invidia’s latest art (look for the 11.09.03 entry):

Yummy stuff, I tell you.

From the way this old Bob Bishop illustration is posed, it’s a little hard to say what this poor girl has in store for her. Obviously the cane – but is he going for the helpless soles of her feet, or the more traditional (not to mention well-displayed) target?

I’m guessing this is the full meal deal slavegirl fantasy: bastinado in a tropical dungeon, followed by much limping about and eagerness-to-please.

Thanks to Bondage Blog for the artwork.

See Also:

• Caning Her Toes, Caning Her Tender Bits
• Bastinado Artwork

Here’s an excerpt from a fun little spanking story that’s also got some stern lecturing in it, for those of you who enjoy that sort of thing:

The Duke spanked her with his hand until she was sobbing aloud, and then seized a leather strap, both wider and thicker than his belt. Its blazing kiss across her reddened buttocks made her sing her agony loudly into the covers of the bed, grateful to be able to muffle her cries somewhat.

The strap fell again and again on her defenseless bottom, its impact loud in her ears, the pain of each stroke like a burning brand to her flesh. The Duke strapped her long and very soundly, while she sobbed and cried and screamed and wailed in despair. She was breathless with sobbing, disbelieving how much her bottom hurt, her thighs quivering with strain.

And then he punished her thighs too! She shrieked at this horrible new sensation, begging desperately in her mind for it to stop. But she did not beg aloud. She had asked for this with her own words, and she would not ask for its ending. She held her position over the foot of the bed valiantly, though her body trembles and she could not help the way her hips wriggled as if to ward off the blows, and her feet stamped the floor a little as though to try to shake of the burning pain.

The strap paused in its ministrations until the Duke spread her legs a bit further, and then Felicity let out a bloodcurdling shriek as she felt its stinging kiss on her sex. The strap smacked the pouting lips of her vagina over and over, not as hard as it had struck her buttocks and thighs,but hard enough so that it stung terribly, and she longed to close her legs.

From the story Felicity by Heather.