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Can there be any doubt that this is the face of a girl getting a hard spanking?

From a Girls Boarding School movie.

Clearly I don’t spend enough time in the clubs. Here is the lead from a story in the July 14/2003 Newsweek Magazine:

From the nursing home to … the nightclub? Bingo is being coopted by a younger generation, and a racier version has popped up at bars from New York to Los Angeles, complete with drag queens and spankings for calling false bingos.

I’m not sure I can survive the shame of having Spanking Blog get scooped on the spanking news by Newsweek Magazine….

Update: Invidia from Collar Purple very kindly sent along the following image and this bingo cartoon, both of which seem apropos to the spanking bingo story. Thanks!

Here’s a well-deserved domestic punishment spanking that ends (as I suspect many spankings do) with some pretty sexy submission from the wife:

*CRACK* The first stinging blow of the belt came as a surprise to Kelly her body shaking and suddenly attempting to break free as the harsh pain broke the flow of excitement that had enchanted her.

The belt came down again, the leather cracking against a new part of her ass, marking it’s passage with a bright red stripe. Kelly screamed and tried to scratch at Tom’s ankles, which brought another, harder, spank of the belt. Her eyes were clenched tight as the blows rained down on her tender ass, reddening the smooth white cheeks.

From “Never Again” by Lawrence of Arabia.

This boy looks like he’s really in for it!

Here’s an amusing reminiscence:

“Remember that time when we had a spanking contest to figure out who would be the one to spank our children?” Elise asked.

I had completely forgotten about that. Elise and I decided a long time ago that we will spank our children if the incriminating offense is severe enough to warrant such punishment. We both experienced it and agree that spanking is an acceptable form of punishment. That’s our opinion – like it or lump it. We’re not planning on being abusive, but if our children do really stupid stuff like what I did, they’ll get a spanking, just like I did. I don’t know about that whole ‘time out’ thing.

Anyway – I started laughing when I was reminded of our spanking contest. I don’t know how it all came about, but we decided to spank each other on the hind side to determine who spanks more effectively. It was always assumed by the both of us that I would be the strong arm of the law when it came to child rearing, but we went ahead and had a contest anyway.

I won. Of course, the competition was fierce. I am completely confident in Elise’s spanking abilities in my absence. This contest didn’t go without any temporary physical discomfort. My posture was noticeably better due to the involuntary cheek clenching that ensued shortly after my spanking. On my spank delivery, I busted a blood vessel in my right ring finger which caused it to double in size just below the first knuckle. Elise had a long lasting, skinny-fingered handprint on her gluteus maximus after my deliverance.

Our contest was all in fun. We laughed and made fun of ourselves throughout our pre-parenthood boot camp. We’re dorks. I love my dorky wife though and I know she will be a wonderful mother.

Last night I added another excellent blog to my blogroll called Captive Heart. It’s a very tender and loving blog about the adventures of Katy and her Master. Here’s a picture of Katy after a caning:

Isn’t she pretty?

Here’s a brisk punishment spanking with all the trimmings:

The alarm goes off and I get my child off to school and do a few morning chores that don’t take long. There’s nothing to do but to wait. The bed looks inviting and I lie down to wait. Over and over I regret not having talked to Godmother, asked him what was I feeling. For not asking him, I am going to have my bottom paddled because I had the wrong answer. It’s so hard to be happy to see him and dread going over his knee at the same time. Crying isn’t an option, that always happens during a punishment spanking. He told me to drag out the hairbrush, which he intends to use when I rub my bottom when I am not supposed to. Again, that also always happens during a punishment spanking. Crying in the corner afterwards with my red bottom on display is right before the hardest part of the whole punishment spanking. The hardest part is being called over to him and trying to look into his eyes to see if I am really forgiven.

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He sits in the wooden straight-backed spanking chair and I look down at the implements he wanted set next to the chair. A medium sized paddle is there for an intense paddling for lots of sting, the pancake flipper is there to add just the right amount of burn, and the hairbrush is there for when I reach back and rub my bottom without permission. Thor, the big heavy paddle, is used to seal in the heat deep in the tissues of my bottom and is used as the last implement. One swat of Thor will bring tears if the others have not met that objective. All the paddles are there that he requested, but I still continue to stare at them. Even looking at the paddles to be used on my bottom is better than seeing that he is disappointed in me.

From “Punished” by Minxie.