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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.

Here’s part of a sweet love letter from a guy who is describing what life will be like once he and his beloved are living together. There is quite a lot more in this vein:

So, in celebration of the fact that this is the last time we won’t be together for Mija’s birthday, I thought I’d describe how I’m going to reward Mija for being so patient, and exactly what I’m going to do to her. Starting in a few months’ time. And then lasting forever.

I’m going to put Mija over my knee and spank her. Hard. On her bare bottom. Like the naughty little girl she is. I’m going to hold her tight while she kicks and squirms. I’m going to take her knickers down, so that they bind her legs together, and then I’m going to smack her thighs bright red.

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I’m going to give Mija a bedtime spanking every night. If she’s been a good girl, it’ll be a warm and squirmy good-girl spanking. If she’s been a naughty girl, she’ll be walloped soundly with the hairbrush, or with my heavy hairbrush paddle, and then spend some quiet time sitting in the corner on the stool that I’m going to put there. Whether Mija has been good or naughty, I’m going to read her a bedtime story before we go to sleep.

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I’m going to punish Mija when she misbehaves, and discipline her regularly even when she doesn’t. There’ll be simple, clear rules that keep her life structured and together. I’m going to expect that the rules will be obeyed.

I’m going to hold Mija, to kiss her and squeeze her, to trace my fingers through her hair, across all of her body, because none of it is secret. I’m going to squeeze her nipples, run my fingernails roughly across the welts on her bottom.

Didn’t you realise how mean I am?

I’m going to look after Mija. I’m going to keep her safe. I’m going to love her.

From “What I’m Going To Do To Mija” by Pablo.

Here’s another one of those turn-of-the-century French salon postcards (perhaps from Biederer/Ostra?) with artfully posed nude models pretending to prepare for a birching:

Don’t you love the fierce expression on the lady with the birch?

Here’s a spectacular set of spanking photographs taken with a sound-activated camera to capture the moment of impact. Very interesting impact shots!

Thanks to the reader who sent the link!