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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!

Cecille’s new blog looks very promising. I love all these tales of submissives having fun, although one might wish there were more dominants writing about these sorts of scenes from their point of view. Is it just me, or are there WAY more female voices in the BDSM blogging scene than there are male ones? Anyway, here’s Cecille’s night with a friend:

“You look good with my cum on you. You did well in waiting for me like a good little slut. You even kept your bra on like I prefer. But you made a mistake didn’t you?”

I nodded and looked down.

“Yes you did. Touching me without permission. Now you have to be punished. Over the chest.”

I laid over the big chest at the foot of his bed, my tits hanging over one end, my ass and pussy over the over.

I felt his hand undo my bra and let him take it off me. Now I knew part of the punishment would be on my tits. He walked in front of me and put two tight, sharp clamps on my nipples. He pulled wires attached to the clips, and tied them to hooks on the edge of the chest. He pulled them tight, stretching my tis to their limit.

A few minutes later I felt cold gel being spread on my asshole. He worked a finger in my ass, and quickly replaced it with a large butt plug.

Suddenly the whipping began. When I jumped, I pulled on the clamp biting on my tits. The whipping came down fast and hard. I tried hard not to cry out, but between the blows on my ass and my tits being pulled, I let out a few screams. Some of the lashings landed on the butt plug, sending shocks through my ass. My pussy was soaked even though it hadn’t been touched. After a few minutes my mind was lost in a mix of pleasure and pain….

A dungeon whipping machine, possibly art by Bill Ward:

Here’s a very harsh story of a special women’s prison. Two inmates are punished for a lesbian dalliance, one with an extremely severe caning and the other by a brutal birching. An excerpt:

She straightened and hopped up and down on the training room
floor, her hands covering her bottom. It was an involuntary
act. She knew there was no way that she would be let off the
rest of her punishment, but she just couldn’t stay in place
any more as the already unbearable pain in her rear continued
to get worse and worse.

Angrily the sergeant grabbed her hands and forced her back
down over the desk. He called one of the male warders to hold
her down and looked towards Mrs Chambers for directions. “Two
penalty strokes, officer,” she ordered.

Sergeant Marlowe removed his uniform jacket and rolled his
right shirt sleeve up to his elbow. Then he took the cane
from Sharon and told her to stand back. He spat on his hands
and laid on the two hardest strokes Melissa had received that
day, aiming them expertly to land one on top of the other just
above the girl’s thighs. The effect on Melissa was
devastating. Her screams were heartbreaking and the warder
needed all his strength to hold her in place. The sergeant
handed the cane back to Sharon with another bow.

From “Norton Parva“.