John Wayne Spanking Maureen O’Hara
Here’s a nice screen cap of that famous scene from McClintock:
My, what a large mouth she has when she’s protesting….
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Spanking The Modern Woman
Here’s a fun quote from an article in an unspecified women’s magazine, as repeated in Issue #9 of a funky little online spanking zine called Spankorama:
“It’s a contradiction in terms” says Ruby Zelwegger, a 20 something lawyer for Seattle USA. “I’m as determined to succeed in life as any woman but there’s a part of me that just likes nothing more than to ask my fiance Brad to spank me so hard until it hurts so bad. If some of the girls in the law firm where I work knew that I like nothing more than to suffer a sore ass they’d think I’d gone crazy. But then again, who’s to say they don’t get exactly the same medicine when they get home after a hard day at work…”
Who is to say, indeed?
Caned For Not Exercising
Here is an excerpt from The Continuing Saga of Jules. Jules is a much-loved and well-spanked young wife with a husband who very much enjoys the game. Although the writing in this story could stand a little tightening up (okay, a lot of tightening up), I like these bits anyway, because I’ve got a friend with an exercise-related rebelliousness problem.
The problem was that Jules hated exercise. It made her sweaty, made her feel like a female jock, and she didn’t like that. She was a girl and she wanted to remain very feminine, dainty and sweet smelling like a girl should be. So she kinda shirked her exercises, especially if Bill wasn’t there watching her.
In fact, the very first time Bill ever used his new cane on her shapely rear was for her goofing off in the exercise room. He was home but she thought he was busy in his den doing some paper work. Her mistake. Instead of working out as she was told to, Jules was sitting looking out the window munching on a cookie when Bill looked in to see how she was doing that afternoon. To put it mildly he wasn’t happy with what he saw.
“So THIS is how you do your exercises, is it? Well, I think you need some exercise of a different kind, my girl. Get those sweat pants off right now and wait right here. I’ll be back in a minute!”
And with that Bill left the room, while Jules meekly removed her gray sweat pants. She knew he was going to spank her. She had little doubt of that, and truth to tell, she deserved it, she had it coming. How dumb could she be to goof off when Bill was underfoot?
Pretty Jules’ eyes grew big as silver dollars (well make those brown dollars in her case) when she saw what Bill brought back with him. It was that new cane he had found. Up to that point he had never spanked her with it, nor did she ever want him to. From what her girl friends had told her (especially some of those she had on the internet) canes hurt like crazy.
“Oh, NO, Bill!” she cried out in alarm. “OH NO, not the cane, oh please not the cane. I’ll work hard, real hard. I’ll work out twice as long right now, honest I will!”
Her face was flushed, her shapely calves shaking like leaves in the wind. She was scared, really scared.“Yes you WILL, my girl, you certainly WILL, but not until after I’ve given you a good hard spanking with my new stick. You are going to love it, Jules my sweet, truly love it. It will make the prettiest red marks on your naughty cheeks, I promise you.”
Jules really didn’t want to see them. She was willing to do without that pleasure in life.
“Now bend over, hands on bench, bottom out, legs spread a little more apart, don�t want you tumbling over as I spank you.” Bill stood beside her as Jules bent forward and put her trembling palms down on the wood bench in front of her. It was low enough to force her to double over almost, and this caused her shapely rear to stick way out and up in back. All that covered her firm round buttocks at this point were her white panties. And they were not very thick.
Jules held her breath and tensed her ass as she waited for the first cut of her husband’s new cane. It came with a loud swishing sound, followed by a dull thud as wood met flesh. Jules cried out loudly in shock and in pain.
“OH BILL” she hollered, “oh, Bill that hurts so, oh please NO more, honey, NO more?” Jules tried to look back up from her doubled over position at her young husband’s face, but she could not see it. Just as well, for at that moment Bill was smiling broadly, really into this first caning. He had been looking forward to using his new cane, just waiting for Jules to give him some good reason to do so. Today she had, hurrah!
Bill had done his homework well before using the new cane on his cute wife. He asked around discreetly and was advised when first using a cane on a girl, it was best to limit the number of strokes to 6 or 8. Later after she grew used to being spanked with it, a man might increase the number of cane cuts to 10 or 12. Since that day was Jules’ first spanking with a cane, Bill decided to limit it to 6 strokes. As it turned out, just 6 cuts of his cane left his pretty wife blubbering worse than if he had paddled her 100 times. “Man,” he told himself as he watched her sobbing and rubbing her brightly striped buttocks gingerly, “man this cane thing must really hurt.” He smiled. “Ahhh…” he thought contentedly, “another fine tool to use on my sometimes naughty Jules.”
There’s more where that came from, with photo illustrations to boot.
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Panties, Who Needs ‘Em?
Here’s an oddity, a spanking science fiction story that actually works! It’s a short-short, so rather than spoil the actual spanking for you by excerpting it, I’ll give you the first two paragraphs as the teaser:
It wasn’t that I never knew anyone who’d had her panties taken. My pretty young aunt had had hers taken for infidelity, and got sold to a garrison of soldiers, which was really mean. And my older cousin had her panties taken so she could be sold to pay my uncle’s debts. And my best friend refused her father’s choice of husband and he got so angry he had her panties taken and sold her to that selfsame man, so now he not only gets to fuck her, he gets to spank her, too.
So it’s not that I didn’t know it’s possible, but if you’d asked me if there was any danger I’d have my own panties taken, I’d have said never in a million years.
From Starstruck by John Benson.
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Outdoor Shoe Spanking
Here’s a neat picture from a vintage postcard, showing an outdoor scene of one woman spanking another:
If you look closely, it appears that the lady is being spanked with her own sandal.
Caned For Truancy
Here’s a classic tale of schoolgirl punishment:
The crack of the cane — right on top of the previous line. Again, she straightened, up, dancing round the room, trying to calm the burning weals.
“You are not helping yourself, Beth. You are still on three strokes, and I fully intend to keep you here until you have had all eight. Now stop wasting my time, and get over the chair.”
The tears were running down her face as she leant forward again.
“Hands down the chair legs. Thank you.”
She could feel Jenkins close behind her this time: the cane gently rested across her buttocks. He drew it back, high into the air, then cracked it down again. Beth clutched the chair with all her strength, desperate not to stand up as the red hot pain swelled across her behind.
“Four sir.”
From Girls Get The Cane Too by Abel Jenkins.
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A Sex Slave On Spanking
Delia Day, a self-described sex slave who most assuredly does participate in some painful stuff, has this to say about spanking:
I don’t get spanked when I’m bad. I’m never bad. I’m obsessively driven to be perfect, and I assure you I can beat and berate myself in my head for any perceived failing ten thousand times worse than anyone could do with a crop to me. This is not a fantasy scenario to me. It’s not kinky play. I suspect for most people it is mostly kinky play, entertained to various degrees for various lengths of time, and that’s fine. That’s individual. However, if i had to pick an acronym to tattoo on my head, it would be M/s, and not any of the other choices. I serve. I don’t play. That’s me. I’m June Cleaver with a brand on my ass.
She also has this to say about male dominance, which is apropos to some of the previous posts here about D/s issues and lifestyles:
Pay attention guys. It is a tantamount fallacy to think that there are any significant differences between those that fuck kinky and those that simply haven’t realized their potential for kinky fucking, yet. I’m not special, you’re not special. We’re just people. People for all their many differences are also all mostly the same, too. All women think it’s a turn off to be a pompous jackass proclaiming one’s own importance and entitlement to be blindly respected and obeyed by virtue of their self said importance in the galactic scheme of things, for example. All women think it’s a turn on to be casually confident and charmingly witty, for example.
We both know you long for power, control, and fellatio. That’s OK. I think it’s an admirable goal to be perused with vim and vigor. If you are going to succeed at that, you already have, or you need to listen when I tell you to forget all the silly “submission is a gift” shit. It’s a spoil of war. It’s plunder and booty. You have to fight hard. You will be wounded and bleed. It’ll hurt.
My friends, she said it herself: this woman is not here to play.