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This is a test of of the Emergency SpankBoss Replacement System. In the event of the actual absence of SpankBoss, this message would have been followed by instructions, scoldings and exactly where your buttocks should be when I come back with the paddle.
Don’t miss this great kneeling pose and flaming bottom being strapped with a mean looking tawse, from the nifty new Hair Brush Action blog.
OK, OK, this isn’t really a spanking photo. But how many of you, my loyal readers, think this young lady needs a spanking?
Yup, I thought so. Survey says: “Spank her!”
Here are some excerpts from a story of hard punishment spanking. The story’s a little light on punctuation, but worthy for all that:
This is my final letter as my diary reaches it close. I want to end with two memories. The first is the hardest punishment spanking I ever received from you, and the second is how you introduced me to anal sex, something for which I am eternally grateful, as my new Master loves it.
It was again a stupid action by me which caused the punishment….
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You told me that the rest of my punishment was to be administered now and would be the wooden paddle followed by the cane. My bum was already so sore that I did not know whether I could take more. But I had faith that, although you would push me to my ultimate limits, you would not abuse me, so I prepared myself.
This time it was the A-frame and it was already in position awaiting me. I stepped forward and heard you whisper “Courage” as I took up my position and you strapped me into place.
First was the wooden paddle – that most lethal of all instruments – which not only sears the bum, but which has holes that leave little blisters. The first stroke landed on my bum and I seemed to rise up as the pain coursed through me. The second and third followed, and then a final three. My whole bum area was now a mass of pain and I knew I must prepare myself for the cane.
From “Letters From a Submissive“.
I just found Hairbrush Action, a brand new spanking blog with links to all the cool kids. Everybody go visit and encourage Michael so he keeps up the good work.
Fair warning, though: right now the blog can be confusing, because the entries are actually excerpts of longer entries and there’s no visual indicator that you aren’t looking at the complete entry. The entry titles are links to the full entry (and to the very nice pictures) but again, they don’t look like links so it’s easy to miss. However, this blog is so new I think we can safely assume Michael is still tweaking his template.
Here’s a cute anime style illustration of a whipping on a bondage horse:
It may be true, blondes are more fun!
2015 update: found a much bigger version of the artwork.
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Here’s another excerpt from an online spanking novel by Hawkwood. In this world, it seems, personal responsibility is demanded at a much higher standard, and enforced by punishments for all infractions against the social order, however minor:
With this last defense resting around Susan’s knees, he allowed himself a moment to enjoy the sight of her naked and shapely bottom in its naturally creamy appearance. Then he lifted the hairbrush and commenced her punishment.
The first swat caught her across the summit of her right cheek, and got her full attention right away. It was always apparent to Susan that her boss enjoyed performing this little duty. She could feel his erection against her belly, and it was always a little extra embarrassment. But the effect only lasted until the first stinging lick of the brush left her with no attention to spare for minor distractions.
Bill was very good at getting a maximum effect from his little brush. He was probably not as expert at inducing pain as Mr. Thompson, but his employees never had cause to complain of undue leniency. The antique brush was polished very smoothly on its back, the result of many years of application to bare female flesh. The hard maple wood was more than sufficient to light a moderate fire in a woman’s backside.
The first swat had brought a little gasp of surprise to the blonde’s lips. No matter how many times she was spanked by her boss, the first burning impact always startled her with its intensity. The second, which followed quickly on the other buttock was equally severe, but somehow more endurable for being less of a surprise.
Bill paused a moment to watch the twin oval marks on the rounded surfaces darken to a color like a rich wine. Presently, he applied another swat to each cheek, and after another moment, two more. By the time she had absorbed eight of the burning spanks, Susan began to squirm.
From Chapter 1 of Kansas, by Hawkwood.