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I confess it: I have no idea what’s supposed to be going on in this picture. Hallway cleaning race? Ritual humiliation? Heck if I know.

Shell is getting a spanking. At Across The Atlantic she says she deserves it, and Mandrake agrees. Watch for the video….

Cooperative blogging looks like so much fun all of a sudden.

Here’s a little info on the tawse and its history, along with a picture of quite a few tawses:

Many Scottish saddlers used to make tawses but the best implements were undoubtedly manufactured by the firm of John Dick & Sons of Lochgelly, a small town about 12 miles north of Edinburgh. Later the firm moved to nearby Cowdenbeath.

The famous Lochgelly tawse began with a saddler named Philps who started making tawses for his son and daughter who were both teachers. These proved so effective that other teachers soon wanted to own a Lochgelly and the business quickly expanded. The firm eventually passed in to the hands of the Dick family and remained with them for three generations until they ceased trading in 1984. At one time the firm was selling 70 or 80 tawses a week and also had a thriving export trade.

I just finished re-reading (for the first time since my horny teen-age years, when I kept thumbing past the emotional claptrap to get to the dirty bits and the swordfights) the deeply interesting science fiction / fantasy novel “The Warrior Enchained: A Prime Empath Among the Barbarians” by Sharon Green. It’s got a number of spankings in it, although they are all pretty summary, like this one:

“Cinnan had evidently found the strap he had been searching for; he sat cross-legged on the carpet fur of the room with Aesnil draped over his lap, the skirt of her once-pretty red gown thrown back to her shoulders. The strap in his hand struck Aesnil’s bottom with a terrible, even rhythm, punishing her as though she were a child, bringing tears pouring from her eyes and wailing screams from her throat as she kicked and struggled uselessly. I could feel her deep humiliation as well as the awful blaze of pain given by the strap….”

The heroine, an empath named Terrillian, spends the whole book being carted along, effectively kidnapped, by a big lug of a barbarian whom she loves deeply, and who clearly loves her in return. However, he’s also got a world to conquer and he’s therefore busy. Worse yet, he needs her empathic skills and can’t hide the fact, which convinces her that he doesn’t really love her even though he manifestly does.

So she spends the whole book feeling bitchy and bitter and much put upon. The barbarian having limits to his tolerance for rotten behavior, she gets threatened with numerous punishments and suffers a fair few. Generally, however, this happens only after she does something genuinely obnoxious to the other folks in the barbarian’s entourage. One can hardly blame her for lashing out — she is, after all, present against her will — and yet for the most part her victims are pretty sympathetic characters who, within the constraints of their women-subservient worldview, are pretty nice folks who care a lot more about her than she cares about them. For that matter, they also care a lot more about her than anyone else in her life ever has.

And that’s the interesting part. The book demonstrates a much more interesting dominant male ethos than, for example, that seen in the Gor books. These barbarian guys expect pretty damn good subservient service from their women, but they love them, cherish them, and protect the hell out of them at the same time. Better yet, they are so secure in their macho worldview that they don’t have the least bit of trouble being tender and open…on their own terms of course. They disdain slave holders as unmanly and find female slaves uninteresting. One can imagine real women finding these guys attractive, and willingly hanging out with them. (As opposed to those Gorean bastards. How did they ever get any sleep? You make one mistake, just one, with the binding fiber, and with all those weapons around it’s testicles on the floor, baby. That’s gotta happen eventually, it’s just a matter of waiting for it.)

In the end, this book reads like a tragedy, because the heroine is so messed up emotionally that she can’t consistently be decent to the folks who care about her. But it’s recommended reading for anyone who is looking for a model of dominance and submission that’s got some warmth to it.

I’ll close with a scene in which Terrillian’s bottom also receives some richly-earned warmth:

“I ranted even as I shivered in the warm air, trying to tell him how wrong he was, but one look at the switch took all the words away….He found me even as I tried to scramble past him, began beating me even as I begged him not to. I didn’t want to be punished, it wasn’t fair that he punished me when nobody punished him, but that didn’t stop the beating. He switched me until I cried, until I projected my pain and fear, until I tried frantically to make him believe I was sorry. At that point I was sorry, desperately sorry, and he finally seemed to be satisfied.”

Another foolish spanking limerick, in honor of the fact that frozen daiquiri season is coming up fast:

A bratty young barmaid named Brenda
put her man’s favorite tie in a blender.
So he blistered her bottom
twice a week until autumn
Which kept her most pleasant… but tender.

Here’s an unusually well-written tale of two Stanford college girls with very old-fashioned but extremely loving boyfriends:

[story excerpt removed at the exceedingly rude request of the author]

From A Tale of Two Spankings by Mary Catherine Whitney.

Here’s a charming tale of a bitchy socialite being punished at her own garden party:

Lisa made a quick decision. Faced with a much stronger opponent intent on teaching her a lesson, the haughty, red-faced society queen did the only thing left open to her – she turned and ran, arms still crossed over her exposed tits. Sharon lunged forward and grabbed the back of the retreating dress. It came tearing off with a satisfying rip and poor Lisa now found herself stripped to her stockings and pink satin panties, in broad daylight, in front of her sniggering ‘friends’.

“Oh no”, she wailed, outraged at this latest indignity, and continued her run, face beetroot rate, her pink pantied bottom jiggling as she fled. She had no idea which of the many men she had slept with was Sharon’s, and right then she did not care — she had to get to the house and escape from this mortifying situation. However, Sharon was too quick, and blocked Lisa’s exit at the balcony. Lisa looked round desperately — there were tables of food to her left, and she picked up a wooden spatula, and waved it as menacingly as she could, while trying to keep her tits hidden with her other arm, embarrassingly aware of how ridiculous she must look, trying to shield her tits, stripped to her pretty pink panties.

“Stay away from me, or I’ll… I’ll …”

“Still not learned your lesson, bitch”, laughed Sharon. She approached Lisa, twisted the spatula-wielding arm until poor Lisa was being made to bend over. Then she realised that her head was trapped between Sharon’s legs, and that she was bent over, her pantied rear facing the on-lookers. Things were going from bad to worse for the snooty Lisa.

“No… let me go… let me up you bitch!”

Sharon forced the spatula from Lisa’s hand.

“Not until you’ve learned your lesson, you stuck-up bimbo.”

With that Sharon proceeded to swat each gorgeous cheek of the defenceless bottom. Lisa squealed in outrage, moving her ass as best she could to avoid the punishment. This merely added to the ludicrous spectacle, as her perfectly-rounded bouncing bottom reddened. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her — stripped and spanked in public.

Sharon meanwhile gleefully paddled the helpless butt squirming in front of her, the pretty pink panties giving no protection from each swat of the spatula. Lisa decided to try and crouch down to avoid any more of this humiliation. This was a mistake.

“Get your fat ass up in the air where I can paddle you, bitch”, snarled Sharon, and she grabbed the back of Lisa’s panties and pulled hard.

“Oh no… stop it”, wailed Lisa, as her ass was hoisted back up, and her panties pulled hard up her ass cheeks in an extremely painful, unbelievably humiliating wedgie.

“Looks like roast rump on the menu”, mocked Sharon, confirming what Lisa already knew. The wedgie meant that her full-cut panties were now more like a thong, and that most her painful, reddened derriere was now on display. The pain from the panties pulled hard in to her crack, and the pain from the continued spanking were only outweighed by the sheer indignity of a public wedgie and spanking. Being stripped had been bad enough, but this was positively humiliating.

From Lisa Gets Her Just Deserts by Shaw.

See Also:

• Would You Like A Public Spanking?
• Very Public Schoolroom Spanking
• Humiliating Spanking
• Police Spanking For Protesters
• Public Spanking, With Lots of Periods