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No, sillies, not about me. This is one of those BDSM articles that are so easy to stumble over when surfing the kinkier bits of the internet: “101 Ideas To Make Your Slave Feel Owed (i.e., Loved)“.

Number 67 is actually on topic: “On Your birthday, let her receive Your spankings.” Hey, that could entirely rejuvenate the concept of birthday spankings for me.

More seriously, the list as a whole is a bit odd. Not being submissive, I must confess that some of the items read more like a prescription for justifiable homicide than anything else. Others are surely fun for master and slave alike. But the one that truly boggled my mind was this one, Number 32:

Instruct her that she may never get herself something to eat or drink in Your presence without first asking You if You want something.

Huh? Who in the world doesn’t say “Honey, you want a soda while I’m up?” as they toodle off toward the fridge? Isn’t that, like, basic politeness? Wow, what a concept: Make your slave be polite to you! Kinky!

Not long ago I found a scan of what looked like a page from an old spanking magazine. It had a picture and six really terrible spanking limericks. Here are the three best ones:

A thrashing made Farrah’s bum roast.
It looked hot enough to make toast!
She could not decide,
As she wriggled and cried,
If the cane or the birch hurt the most!

When Angela touches her toes,
She weeps and she wails, for she knows
The sting of the tawse
Is going to cause
Her bottom to blush like a rose!

A robot powered by electricity
Has been programmed to spank dear Felicity.
To be spanked by computer
Perhaps may not suit her,
She thinks it might lack authenticity.

Trust me, you don’t want to see the other three.

While looking for artwork to illustrate the story below, I found this ancient photograph, which looks like a hand-colored naughty photo postcard to me:

I wonder how far he will make her crawl?

Bethie has generously sent me a woodland fantasy spanking story that I was quite unable to resist posting. During my recent vacation, I spent a lot of time in the woods, but it was nowhere near this much fun:

You stop at a fallen tree on the edge, sit down, and pull me over your lap. “Are you ready to tell me what naughty plan you had on your mind yet?” you ask as you pull down my shorts. I don’t answer figuring it won’t matter even if I do. You begin spanking me then. Hard swats rain down over my panty-clad rear and down to my upper thighs.

“Ohh!” I gasp as I wonder if this is really serious. You stop and rest your hand on my bottom. “Ready to ‘fess up, young lady?” you growl as your hand caresses my tingling cheeks. Your soft touch reassures me that this isn’t a true punishment session. The butterflies in my stomach instantly turn to bats and I shake my head unable to speak. “Fine. Let’s continue your lesson then!”

You pull down my panties and I wail, “No! Please!” As you begin spanking me hard and steadily I’m feeling the sting building and I begin to twist and shift myself over your lap….

From “A Walk In The Woods” by Bethie.

I swear, next time I go for a walk in the woods, I’m going to try and entice Bethie into coming with me….

Way back in July, I posted an essay by The Boss in which he explained his view that fairness has no place in a D/s relationship. Said the Boss:

The eternal cry of the freshly punished subbie is “That’s not fair!” True, and that’s the way it should be.

So it was with amusement that I noticed his freshly punished subbie, Invidia, drawing upon her rich vocabulary to find synonyms for “unfair” in describing her latest encounter with The Boss’s cane. From today’s (10/11/03, you may soon have to scroll down) post on The Collar Purple:

My beloved decided (most unjustly) that I needed to be disciplined yesterday for having stayed up all night the prior evening. For unknown reasons he decided that the best tool for the purpose was that damnable purple cane that he recently purchased online.

(Emphasis not in original.)

Vikki at Herdesires has some comments on spanking, and even public spanking. She sums up:

Could I ever submit to a spanking in public? The naughty throb between my thighs says yes. The rest of me says hell, no. Let’s just hope the right part stays in charge if the opportunity ever presents itself.

And which part, you ask, is the right part? You decide. :)

She’s also posting an 11-part serial spanking story at this link. As of the time of this posting, she’s only up to part 3, but she’s promising a new part every night.

Spanking machines are just fun. Exhibit A:

See Also:

• Yardstick Spanking Machine
• Wall Of Pain