Saturday Spanking Art

First of all I spent hours upon hours on this website yesterday making something to promote independent spanking producers. It isn’t quite finished, but the main frame is built and even though I am only halfway through, it is easy from here on in. The main part took about 6 hours, the other half will only take about 2 hours. Now there is a spanking party going on right now in Vegas so I won’t launch this until tomorrow. Some independent spanking producers might not want the free promotion due to business, personal or moral reasons, so I want to make sure that they have the opportunity to see my post and pull out if they don’t want their production to be associated with my website, no questions asked. I’m excited though because it looks really good and I have put so much work into it.

One thing that makes me happy is to give to others, and I think that there will be a lot of happy producers tomorrow. Tomorrow I will just post a teaser to go along with my regular Sunday post, and then on Monday I will make a full post.

The art this week is from books that are found on the open source website, archive dot org. The first two are from the book, Children Of The Void by Regina Stone. The book is based on the lifestyle of Miss Martindale. Coincidentally, 13 years ago I posted three videos of a Miss Martindale documentary that are still online to this day. There is some spanking in the documentary but mostly it focuses on the discipline lifestyle in a country setting. It is well worth a watch if you haven’t seen it yet and you can watch all three parts RIGHT HERE.

F/M Friday 8

I’ve got some juggling to do coming up, and I’m not sure how I am going to pull it off. The BBW party is next, and then I had also hoped to go to Lone Star for the first time as well. Complicating things are the legal issues that I have to deal with in the UK. Without boring you, I have to go to the UK sometime in the next three months to pick up my Brother’s ashes, and then I also have to do some legal work for the family estate to be put in my name. Previously my brother was in charge of our Parents affairs and that of our younger brother who also passed away. Now I have to control the affairs of all of them.

The latter part isn’t all that bad, I literally worked with the trust company and sold all assets. I mean I live in the States, it’s not like I am going to need my brother’s 32″ TV 🙂 The problem is going to be the ashes. I mean I could bring them to the USA with me, but is that really what he would have wanted? There is a location in our hometown that his friends think is best. I agree with them, but it’s not exactly legal 😉

Anyway, I still hope to attend both parties and make it to the UK.

Our vintage F/M spanking pic today is from Lexington, OK in 1976. While it may appear to be something else, this is actually a Superlative pic so the dude is about 18, even if it appears that he is much older. This will be added to my F/M COLLECTION folder.

The regular photo this week is from the 1980s. How can I tell it is from the 80s? His socks man, begads!!

The Exclusive Riding School M/F

This story takes on a bit if a different format than the stories that I normally write about. The central theme in this one is a non consensual spanking/corporal punishment and the level of severity is higher than what I would normally write about. This story was written in 2007 and I have never published it on this website before, though I did donate the story for a published book as part of a fund raiser. So if you have read the story before then that would be the place where you have read it.

This story I found in my archives yesterday, so why not share it with you all as a lot of my audience comes here to read my stories. It is a short spanking story at 1,665 words.

This morning I also finished up the arrangement of the sidebars on the right so that now all of my real life spanking stories are shared there as well. I’m really glad that I did that because I found a story that I no longer wanted on this site, so that one is now gone.

THE EXCLUSIVE RIDING SCHOOL M/F

Amelia Broadhurst-White was a terribly snooty rich kid from a high class family in the West of England. Her older sister was an accomplished equestrian rider and her Father had enrolled her in the same riding school that her sister had attended. Amelia’s riding instructor was an old show jumper himself, Mr. Seamus O’Brien. When Amelia arrived at the riding school for her first day, Mr. O’Brien began the lesson in the stables, as he always did, with his new pupils and asked Amelia to escort him there.

“So, if you will follow me please, Miss White”

In the same haughty attitude that Amelia would carry for much of the day, and much the same as her sister before her, she sighed and looked indignant as she scuffed her feet following him with her arms folded.

“That is Miss Broadhurst-White if you please” she snapped back as she ambled behind him.

Mr. O’Brien began explaining to Amelia all about the horse’s diets and hoofing, plus how they needed to become comfortable with their rider before they even so much as left the stable. Amelia spent this lecture shifting her body from foot to foot with her arms firmly folded in front of her, there was a look of disdain on her face as she sighed over and over. “Can we not just get on with the stupid lesson” she barked.

“Miss Broadhurst-White, it is very important for you to understand the very nature of the individual horses” he explained to her as she mimicked his words with her mouth.

“That’s what the stable boys are for, isn’t it?” she countered with her belligerent attitude.

Regardless, Mr. O’Brien continued with the lesson, taking the young miss through the tacking procedure, the saddling, and of course the rules and regulations when riding a show horse. Throughout this morning Amelia showed as little interest as was humanly possible while listening to Mr. O’Brien. Even though he wasn’t very happy with his young charge, he decided that maybe, just maybe, her spirits would lift a bit once she got to ride one of the horses around the show course, so without wasting much more time he suggested to her that perhaps her next lesson could be spent with her getting comfortable riding one of the horse’s.

The two of them arrived at the show course and Mr. O’Brien led the horse to the arena. Amelia took a hold of the saddle on the horse’s back and put her foot in the stirrup, with a sharp tug she launched herself upwards. Unfortunately for the young miss, Amelia’s hand did not have a proper grip on the saddle when she did this and she fell backwards off of the horse, landing flat her rear end. Quickly jumping to her feet, Amelia whacked the horse with her fist “YOU STUPID ANIMAL” she bellowed.

With a slight smile at her indignant fall, Mr. O’Brien then went into his monotone speech about boarding a horse the correct way as an angry Amelia crossed her arms and sneered. The plan had been for Amelia to become comfortable with the horse, return to the stable, and then go to the arena a second time to see what she had learned.

The lesson was a disaster of course! Every time she knocked down a 12 inch hurdle she would scream blue murder at the nag and argue, BOY would she argue, with an infuriated Mr. O’Brien, she blamed the horses tack, the ground, the course design, you name it, she complained about it. Feeling that it was time to take a well deserved break, Mr. O’Brien told her to canter over to him, and of course the horse broke into a trot due to her inexperience in riding horses. This made Amelia so mad that she pulled her crop out and sharply whacked the horse with it, causing Mr. O’Brien to scream at her to stop. Once she had dismounted he began to chastise her, continuing all the way back to the stable with her leading the horse, the whole time this lecture was going on, Amelia was venting her anger by tugging at the bit in the horse’s mouth.

Mr. O’Brien tried to remain calm, figuring the second session had to be better, it really couldn’t get much worse in all honesty. Once at the stable Mr. O’Brien told Amelia to tie the horse to the rail and he approached her with a broom and a shovel. “Okay Miss Broadhurst-White, before you have lunch, I want you to clean out this stable and freshen it with that hay over there”

“I beg your pardon” she replied haughtily.

Mr. O’Brien repeated his request and handed Amelia the broom. Infuriated, Amelia shouted back at him “IF I WANT TO CLEAN UP SHIT, I’LL GET MY FATHER TO CLOSE THIS DUMP” and with that she launched the broom way across the stable.

That was it, with a red anger buried deep in his face, Mr. O’Brien grabbed the waif by the arm and dragged her to the hay bale as she screamed obscenities at him. He sat down and hoisted Amelia over his lap.

“Don’t you dare touch me you bastard” she cried out loud, but it didn’t matter to him any, his big hand was about to meet her little butt in her jodhpurs in the worst way.

Like a well-oiled machine he began to give her what she had never had before, a good sound spanking. Mr. O’Brien scolded her as she kicked and cried and tried to break his grip, Mr. O’Brien wasn’t about to give in though and his hand just kept smacking away at the writhing bottom beneath him.

Mr. O’Brien paused for a brief second before grabbing the waistband of her jodhpurs and yanking them to her knees. “NNNNNNOOOOOOOO” she cried out as she fought with all her might against probably the strongest man she had ever come across. All that was between them now was her oh so tiny nylon panties, half of the right side of which had already climbed up the well spanked right cheek. Mr. O’Brien continued spanking just as hard as before, but this time with her bottom now covered by only the scantest of protection.

Nodding to himself in some form of self appreciation, Mr. O’Brien continued his onslaught to the never before spanked bottom that was now beginning to glow bright red as he alternated spanking each cheek in turn, before covering both of them with one shot, the poor girl was shocked and frantic in her movements.

Feeling somewhat satisfied after all that she had put him through that morning, and probably more so at the feeling that he was giving the girl something that she had sorely missed out on whilst growing up, Mr. O’Brien stopped for a minute and admonished the shocked Amelia, telling her how he now expected the stable to be absolutely spotless in 20 minutes time or else. He then he unclipped his crop and proceeded to teach her a proper lesson.

“Now then, as you seem to use this freely on the horse, perhaps you can find out what it feels like yourself” he said, and then he raised the crop before bringing it crashing down smartly on Amelia’s tender bottom. That was it, the tears flowed as the leather crop drew line after angry red line across her bottom as Mr. O’Brien gave her twelve of the very best with the riding crop.

Yanking the well spanked spoiled girl up off his lap, he waved the crop at her as she rubbed her hands up and down her scorched rump. Mr. O’Brien told Amelia what he expected from his pupils and how she is going to behave from this moment on, issuing her the sternest of warnings that the next time she runs afoul of him she would be getting a much longer spanking on her bare bottom, with the back side of a hairbrush, and then with a final whack to her left thigh he ordered her to fetch the broom.

Mr. O’Brien watched as Amelia began to hop to the task, half pulling up her jodhpurs before abandoning the idea and rubbing her smarting rear through her panties as she scampered to fetch the broom and shovel. He was thoroughly pleased with himself as he watched her bouncing bottom walk away from him, concentrating his eyes on the flaming scarlet color he had produced whilst giving her the first proper lesson that she was to learn not only at this riding school, but in her young life itself.

True enough, the stable was spotless by the time she was finished. They retired and had lunch and then began the second part of her training that afternoon. This time around a smarting Amelia completed the show course in total style, even though her freshly spanked bottom was bouncing up and down on the horse’s saddle making it not only difficult to ride, but also serving as a constant reminder as to what had happened shortly before. Every time it landed back on the saddle she felt like she was being spanked all over again.

Mr. O’Brien was deep in thought as he watched Amelia gingerly complete the riding course, saying to himself “Yep, by the time I am finished with this young lady, she will be just as good as her sister had become by the time she had finished this school”.

And with that his mind recalled the many times that Amelia’s sister, Sarah Broadhurst-White, had found herself lying face down over his lap getting her bare bottom soundly spanked with the family hairbrush.

One wonders why their father, The Viscount, agreed to Mr. O’Brien’s terms and conditions. Was it just because of the renowned success of the stable in the international community, or was there another reason that he signed the contract with the terms clearly documented in black and white? He certainly wasn’t the first peer of the realm to ponder the very same question.

 

Windsor Wednesday Classic – 170 – Fifties Housewife

Lots of news for you today including a bunch of spanking related links.

First of all I have a couple of links to two mainstream movies that are free to download on the Internet. Yesterday I posted the third part in the mother spanks series, and the only feedback that I got was from Harry who provided me with the correct name of the actress featured in the photo that I included in the story. Do I sound a bit bitter? Well I guess I am a bit. Having spent hours writing and preparing the story, yesterday I had my lowest number of blog visitors in a month and the story gathered no interest. Salty Richard Windsor  🙂

The one thing to come from the story though is that I engaged in a discussion with Harry about the film, ‘The Ups and Downs of a Handyman’, which features several spankings. It is your typical British titillation romp from the 1970’s, but obviously for us it features spanking in the mainstream. Well, you can now download this film for free from THIS LINK right here. The film is on archive dot org so it is legit, in fact I downloaded it myself yesterday.

Also, while searching archive dot org I also stumbled across this film, and I know that Harry also wrote about the spanking scene in the movie fairly recently. When I went to get the link to his post, I saw that he had written about the spanking scene in this film in more depth, so I will link to his ORIGINAL POST instead. The film in question is called “The Romantic Age” and it features a hairbrush spanking at the end of the film. The reason that I remember this film so clearly is something that Harry also talks about, the fact that you can see her white panties showing through her negligee.  You can either watch or download this film RIGHT HERE.

Did I need to link to Harry even though I didn’t use his work? Yes, I did. His writings are a valuable contribution to our community and I want my readers to enjoy his work as much as I do. The spanking community could do with more of that, source crediting and sharing the love with their readers, instead of denying their readers the opportunity to see the extensive work of another person. So please readers, visit Harry’s site once you are done on mine.

Part of the website work that I did yesterday was to build a widget on the far right side ——> that directly links to each of my fictional spanking stories. The largest part of my audience comes here to read my stories, or should I say the largest part who are not daily readers. The people who come here daily don’t show up as a statistic on individual pages, because they are coming through the home page. Anyway, I provided the links because new visitors may not be able to navigate to where my stories are, so this should make it easier for them.

Also on the story front, I was going through an old hard drive yesterday and I found two of my old stories from up to twenty years ago. One of the stories I had edited for publication in a book, so that one was good to go, but the other story, I have to be completely honest with you, I don’t even remember writing it, lol. When this happens there is always the fear that the work may belong to another person, but, after reading it, the story can only be mine. Basically all of the elements that feature in my stories on a regular basis are not only in this story, but they are in it in abundance. A completely unbelievable playful spanking featuring lots of nylon panty spanking, it can only be my story. Perhaps the reason that I don’t remember it is because I never posted it? So even though I wrote it some 18-20 years ago, there is a decent chance that it has never been read.

The latter story will require some serious editing, and not just because my writing style has refined over the years, but the story also needs fleshing out a bit. As it is right now there is no build up to when the action begins, though I did find it hot to read personally. Those two stories will be posted and added to the links to the right there later on this week. Though it is likely that the finished one will be posted tomorrow.

Now onto the spanking photo for this Wednesday, and while the photo of the fifties housewife getting spanked isn’t the greatest, this photo has spawned quite a discussion on my Facebook profile. Yes, I am open about who I am in real life. In fact a lot of my vanilla friends might not even know that Richard Windsor isn’t my real name!!

First things first, this might not be a housewife, it could actually be a daughter who is getting spanked by her mom and dad. It is something that we don’t know for sure and we will probably never know. My guess is that it is a housewife and her husband, with perhaps her sister joining in. A more educated guess as well is that this is a genuine birthday spanking. If you look at the couch in the background there looks to be some open presents, and on the coffee table there looks to be a present with a card in front of it. So this will be added to my BIRTHDAY SPANKINGS folder where you can find a whole stack of photos you will rarely find elsewhere.

Now for the fun part!! When I found the photo in my archive, the first words out of my mouth were “Holy shit, is that Joltin’ Joe DiMaggio”?

Before we proceed, it is NOT Joltin’ Joe DiMaggio, so don’t nobody go claiming that it is from a local neighborhood magazine, unseen anywhere else in the world!!

So without leading my friends into who I thought it looked like, I asked them who they thought it looked like. The two answers that I have received so far were Robert Mitchum and Jerry Orbach. The Jerry Orbach one in particular was a great call. So who do you think that it most looks like? Joltin’ Joe DiMaggio, Robert Mitchum or Jerry Orbach?

One thing is for sure, the answers confirm that this is a 1950s pic 🙂

Boyfriend Spanks - Girlfriend And Her Bestie

This story is part three of the MOTHER SPANKS series!!

Perhaps this wasn’t the direction that I had originally planned to go in, but circumstances change as time goes on. Of course that doesn’t mean that the series has to end, and it also doesn’t mean that the central theme won’t still be circulated around the Mother Spanks premise. For now though I am going to branch the story off in a little bit of a different direction. As with the previous episodes, I have left the ending open ended. There are multiple scenarios left at the end of the story for you to choose from, including a new character wanting a spanking, and the possible introduction of Brittney’s dad in an upcoming episode.

If you haven’t read any of my stories before then know this ahead of time, my writing style generally reflects my real life style in how I view spankings. It is ingrained in me that a spanking is more realistic when delivered to a clothed bottom, even if that clothing is simply a pair of wispy panties. Now I am fully aware that a good portion of readers prefer bare bottom spankings, and while they do occur in my stories they are far from the central theme. This is something that I can’t help.

When I grew up it was in the era of television and movies and you never saw a bare bottom spanking, never. Not in comics, magazines, film or even on those very rare occasions when a real spanking took place, certainly not in public anyway. I can think of only three occasions that I witnessed which were given on the panties, and these were the days of growing up on a council estate where there was liberal use of spanking/beating with whatever object was closest, lol. There was a proper OTK that I saw given to a girl on her panties. I also saw the sister of my best friend at the time, through his living room window, be pulled up by her dad from the floor and bent over the seated area of the couch for three hard smacks. What makes this memorable was that she ran out of the living room in tears, not knowing that the front door was open where my friend and I stood. So for just a couple of seconds we got the back view of her gym knickers as she ran to the stairs. Now it is likely that she has panties on underneath the gym knickers, but I still count it, lol. The last one I never actually saw myself, but my friends did. The sister of one of them got a whuppin’ with the belt from her mom in nothing more than a top and panties. I may not have seen it myself, but I heard every single little detail that I pressed to be told about. I so badly wanted to be friends with that girl during the next year but she couldn’t stand me. Good to see that some things never change  🙂

Anyway, time for the story. I just wanted to put that out there so that I don’t waste anyone’s time. You know up front what you are going to get. Probably a bit deflating to read for those who like to kink shame, but I know what I like and why I like it. The photos used in this story are one of my own to enhance the visual perception of the spanking, and the other is of Bob Todd spanking (probably) Sue Crosland in The Ups And Downs Of A Handyman. The image that I use in this post was borrowed from this post on Harry’s site. While I have my own Handyman spanking pics, his screenshots better reflect what is in the spanking that I write about in the story. Funny enough, the older that I get, the more and more I look like Bob Todd, lol.

Boyfriend Spanks – Girlfriend And Her Bestie

When they arrived at the mall that afternoon, it didn’t take Tim too long at all to become bored out of his mind. He went into the first four shops with the girls, but without much of a compliant from anyone involved it wasn’t long before Tim was headed to the arcade while the girls shopped. Their plan was to meet up by the fountain at 3pm, and then they would head to the park from there.

Come 3pm and Tim was already sat on the bench patiently waiting for the girls. 3.05pm, 3.10pm, 3.15pm… When the two young women finally showed up it was 3.22pm on his watch, and he was less than happy with being made to wait.

Tim pointed at his watch in a fashion that was overly dramatic than the situation called for and asked the two giggling girls “Why time is this?”

The girls just laughed and Elaine answered him “Oh hush, Mr. Grumpypants, it’s Brittney’s birthday”

She had felt like getting a hysterical laugh from her friend by adding something like “Now be a good boy and fetch the car”, and while she was actually very close to saying it, at the last second she suppressed the words from coming out of her mouth.

Once they all set off Tim tried his very best to hide his annoyance, but he didn’t really do a very good job of it. The fact that he was annoyed just seemed to bring the worst out in Brittney and Elaine as every now and then they would try and poke the bear with a stick. Backseat driving was the most popular choice of all and both girl’s stifled giggles each time Tim fought his aggravation by trying to politely answer.

Always be careful when poking a bear with a stick though, because one day he is going to unleash on you, and you aren’t going to like the results.

When they arrived at the park the three of them between them carried their wares to the designated picnic area that they had chosen. It wasn’t a secluded area, but at the same time it was far away from where the basketball court and the batting cages were.

The area that they had chosen was popular during the day, but less so during the late afternoon. There was a walking path about 20 meters away and the spot that they had chosen was right up against the lake. A part of the lake jutted out and to the side of it, just like in other locations around the park, there was a picnic bench that was facing sideways looking out onto the lake, but because of the alcove of water, one side of it was also facing the picnic area and the passing path. The entrance to the lake amounted to a sand patch where people had stood for decades feeding the ducks.

Of course by the time that Tim, Brittney and Elaine had arrived, the rest of their friends were already there. In total their party amounted to eight people, five girls and three guys. They set up on the grass on the other side of the sanded area to where the picnic bench was. The group did use the bench, but only to put their food and drinks on where it could all be easily covered. There was a multitude of blankets and for all intent and purpose they were alone. On the lot next to them there was an elderly couple who were initially aggravated that their solitude was going to be broken, but they found out pretty soon that the new group that had arrived were actually a very polite group of younger people. They all gave a neighborly greeting wave and whenever one of them would get too loud there was always someone ready to make a hand gesture to tone it down.

Other than that, the only people around them were the occasional young couple passing by on the nearby path taking a romantic stroll in the park, or occasional two couples together, or a single jogger whose only interest was in the path that lay ahead of them. It was the perfect location for a quiet little birthday gathering amongst friends who were not looking to have a wild rave of a time.

THE BIRTHDAY SPANKING

Tim and Elaine were the only actual couple in attendance, though two of their friends, Dawn and Matt had been on a couple of dates and were entering the stage of a potential relationship where different forms of bodily contact were being made, such as a hand reaching out to pat an arm or the gentle brushing of lint off of a piece of clothing. Of course this is important to note because while, in the traditional sense, the closeness of Tim and Elaine was nothing more than that of a conservative boyfriend and girlfriend, compared to the other five people in attendance it just as well have been almost pornographic. There wasn’t any jealousy, but there was a certain amount of envy at what Tim and Elaine had amongst several of the group gathered there.

After about an hour of laughing and joking, the elderly couple in the lot near theirs had started to pack up, it was the other guy in attendance, Jim, who flippantly said “They have probably seen enough for one day”

Without even thinking about what he was saying, Tim laughed to himself and said out loud “I’ve seen plenty for one day as well”

While Elaine had been in attendance for Brittney’s spanking that day as well, it was only Brittney who worked out just exactly what Tim meant by those words. Her mouth opened wide and she was openly indignant at his brazenness, without thinking she dipped her fingers into her water and flicked it at him while stating “Shut up you”

The other six people who watched this all laughed out loud, and that ‘moment’ occurred where Tim raised his head and his eyes met those of Brittney, whose own eyes widened. There was a sense of playful tension in the air as Brittney pushed up on her arms in preparation, and Elaine teasingly spoke aloud the thoughts that both Tim and Brittney had already known from the look that they exchanged between themselves anyway. Elaine confirmed it when she spoke through her laughter…

“It looks like someone needs a birthday spanking”

The word ‘spanking’ hadn’t even left her lips before Brittney pushed up on her hands and feet and sprang away, virtually running before she was even upright. Likewise, Tim was already on his way up, and he was dutifully encouraged by watching Brittney leap up and managing to catch a glimpse of the same light blue nylon he had seen earlier that day as she scampered to her feet. Brittney didn’t really have anywhere to run, nor did she want to be tackled from behind, so basically she ran about ten feet and then turned around. With both arms outstretched, and nonetheless grinning from ear to ear, she said “I’m warning you, stay away from me”

If she was really warning him then she would have been 50 feet away already, hollering at the top of her lungs. Not Brittney though, she had actually known Tim for longer than Elaine had known him, not in the sense of any romantic interest, they had just simply known each other for longer.

Earlier that day she had been embarrassingly placed over the knee of her best friend’s mom, and she was initially mortified when she felt her dress go up, right in front of Tim no less, for the revealing of her panty clad bottom to all and sundry. Her face was bright red during that time. However, and nobody had even seen this, during her wriggling about over the maternal knee, Brittney had quickly glanced at Tim’s face as he watched her struggle. She couldn’t help but notice that Tim’s face was focused intently on her fanny, with his mouth slightly open and his eyes slightly wider. Despite the circumstances that she was in, the mere thought of seeing Tim enjoying what he was seeing made her smile through her blushes. She had also looked at Tim’s face when she suggested that he should spank Elaine, he had a look that appeared to say that he would if he had to. Regardless of all of that though, she had to warn him.

What was she warning him with anyway? That the hand of the almighty would reach down from the sky and swat him away? That the local police would arrest him if he laid a finger on her? Or was she simply warning him that if he was going to spank her, then it wasn’t going to be easy for him. Once again it was only an answer that Brittney knew, and it wasn’t either of the first two. As the six other friends either propped up on their knees or stood up outright, all eyes were focused on Brittney and the fast approaching Tim who was now just mere feet away.

Tim was determined as he reached out to grab the girl, and Brittney was equally as determined to swat him away. She had landed at least six puppy punches on him when Tim finally caught hold of her arm. Brittney’s immediate reaction was to curl up in a defensive posture as Tim extended his grip by reaching around her back. It took seconds for the pair of them to fall on the floor.

From her position on her back Brittney was able to put up the good fight as Tim tried to flip her over. Of course Brittney wasn’t going to just give him and let him spank her, or at least she wanted to make it look like she was putting up a valiant fight before letting him win. She punched and slapped and kicked, of course none of it being anything more than a halfhearted playful attempt to fend him off.

Tim finally grabbed one leg to attempt to torque her body around and flip her onto her stomach into the prone position. The two of them were at an impasse when Brittney bellowed out “Let me go”, using her own vocalization as a cover for relaxing the tension in her leg and letting him flip her over onto her stomach. Tim quickly sat upon Brittney’s back, facing her legs as Brittney went into overdrive with her dramatic performance that she had hoped was convincing enough to make her friends think that she wasn’t willingly lying face down with her bottom sticking up, waiting for it to be spanked.

Tim didn’t disappoint her.

While the laws of gravity made the wrestling match a combative battle that Brittney could have easily kept up for fifteen minutes or more if she really want to, now that she was in the position that she was in it was much easier to ‘fight’ while giving in. Tim leaned forward and put his left hand on the ground next to Brittney’s hip, and then with his right hand he began to pepper the seat of her thin blue summer dress, almost beside himself as each swat made her cheeks bounce delightfully. He wasn’t spanking her hard, but at the same time they were no love pats either.

Brittney put on an Oscar worthy performance, swaying her hips from side to side and pounding her fists into the ground. She then turned her attention on Tim by reaching her hand back and slapping him on the hip and butt. Tim was just reaching the final few slaps of her 19 birthday spanks when she reached down and pinched his ankle.

Tim briefly stopped and looked behind him with a furrowed brow as he said “Ouch”, then turning back to his task at hand he wasted no time in grasping the hem of Brittney’s dress, which was already halfway up her thigh, and pulled it clear of her bottom. This time Brittney genuinely wailed and tried to turn her body away from him right away, but it was too late. As the rest of the group whooped and hollered as Brittney’s skirt came up, Tim now had unfettered access to a pink bottom now scarcely contained by a thin layer of light blue nylon. In what can only be described as ‘Proper spanks’, Tim gave the final four, two on each cheek, hearty spanks to the panty clad bottom beneath him. He even amazed himself when he saw his hand-prints quickly develop on the skin that was showing.

Tim hadn’t intentionally miscounted, the pinch on his ankle had thrown him off and he had actually given 21 spanks instead of required 19. Each of the last four spanks were accompanied by either an ow or an ouch by Brittney, and then with a brief pause he gave the final two spanks, though these two were much lighter than the previous four had been.

“And one for luck, and one to grow on” he announced, once more savoring the ripples in her panties as her bottom bounced delicately beneath them. The other thing that Tim did was a bit of a surprise for Brittany. On those last two spanks he definitely left his hand there after each swat had landed. It wasn’t super long, but for those last two swats it was long enough that she felt the increased warmth of his palm as it rested briefly on her panties.

Tim flipped her dress back down and climbed up off of Brittney’s back. In one last act of defiance she slapped him hard on the calf as she cried out “JERK”

Tim was back with the laughing group before Brittney had even risen to her knees. Of course she was embarrassed, but she tried to laugh it off as she walked back to the waiting friends. She wanted nothing more than to put both hands on her bottom and rub the sting out, and even when she reached the group with a forced smile on her face, she gave the death stare to Tim. Not that she actually minded in all honesty, quite to the contrary, there was a big difference being spanked by a friend, especially when compared to the structured spanking followed by a strapping from her father.

Tim had been confident going into battle, but now that it was over he was beginning to have some doubts. What did the death stare mean? Was it anger? Was it defiance? Was it a look that told him that revenge is a dish best served cold? If he only knew what it really meant. In fact if he really knew what the look meant, then perhaps he wouldn’t have to wait until Brittney turned 20 years old a year from this very day for another spanking!

Brittney knew!!

THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM

The rest of the picnic passed by without anyone saying anything about the events that had taken place, why would they, playful spankings were a very common occurrence everywhere, just like birthday spankings were. In fact one of the girls was sat there replaying the spanking over and over in her mind, secretly wishing that it was her who had received the spanking that day. It was three months to go until her own birthday came around, but she had made a decision on that day that she was going to become besties with Elaine. Her name was Judy, and while she leaves the story at this stage, her return is fully expected three months from now.

As the group began to dwindle in-between the tidying up, pretty soon it was only the three main characters in the story who remained in the park.

Tim was feeling testosterone fueled, like a lion with a pride, he was pleased with himself. It was only earlier that day that he had realized that there was an erotic component to spanking that he hadn’t realized before, perhaps because it was a gene that he never knew that he had. Watching Brittney get spanked, and then actually spanking her himself, it didn’t take long for him to realize that he enjoyed this far more than he ever imagined he would. Of course if Brittney had lost her mind over the whole incident then perhaps he would be thinking differently, but she didn’t. In fact it would be fair to say that she didn’t seem to mind at all, save perhaps from when the cool autumn breeze swept across her unveiled bottom.

Brittney was both happy and sad. She had received two spankings that day, neither of which she minded, in a funny sort of way, it was somewhat cathartic for her. However, by the end of the night she would be alone, and in that alone time she would feel sad that there was something missing in her life. That was still to come though, there was still an elephant in the room, for now at least. Only she held the key for the elephant in the room to be addressed, and she was looking forward to it more than anything else in the world.

Elaine was perhaps the quietest of the three, but that didn’t mean that her mind wasn’t racing ten to the dozen. Her thoughts were mainly romantic, far different to the other two. Her appreciation and affection towards Tim was higher now than it had ever been. It had started early that day when he volunteered to help her mom out later that week when Elaine was out of the way for the day.

With Elaine going off to college within a year, her mom decided to switch rooms around where she would have the larger of the rooms that Elaine currently occupied. A lot of the moving they could do by themselves, but the lifting of the dressers and beds was going to require an extra pair of hands. It impressed her more by the way that Tim took charge of the whole thing, and he even said that he had a friend who could lend him a dolly on wheels which would make the whole thing 5 times quicker and easier. Of course watching him spank Brittney turned her on immensely, but not particularly because of the spanking. It was just from the confidence that he had shown. She didn’t even know that there was an elephant in the room. Not yet anyway.

The only person who knew that the elephant was in the room was Brittney. After Elaine had prompted her own mom to give Brittney a spanking, Brittney had actually mentioned it in the car soon after they had left her house. Elaine had seen the elephant right there and then, but she had forgotten all about it, and now that Elaine had encouraged Tim to spank Brittney as well, the time was drawing very near for her to be reminded about it. Brittney had a feeling that it wasn’t going to take much at all to achieve this before they left the park that early evening, even if she was going to embellish Elaine’s lack of consideration as Tim waited for them earlier that day. If she was going to have to ride home on a hot bottom, then you could bet your bottom dollar that Elaine was going to be sitting on one as well.

Now what was it that Elaine had said earlier that day when they were walking around the mall, when Brittney mentioned that they should get going?

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got him right where I want him, under my thumb”

Yep, that was it, perhaps not in the context that it will now be repeated, but nonetheless Elaine did say exactly those words. Now if Brittney could just combine that in a sentence with the phrase “If anyone ever needed a spanking, it’s Elaine”. With a bit of prodding she felt pretty sure that she could talk her friend into getting a spanking without even trying. Damn, if he would spank her friend, he better darn well spank his girlfriend as well.

WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND

It was still light out but soon the sun would begin to set, the picnic area had been tidied up save for a few scattered items. As the three of them who remained consolidated all of the items into containers on the picnic bench, Brittney started to put her plan into motion, I mean, it shouldn’t take too long, right?

As innocently as you like, Brittney said to Elaine “We still have to fold up the blankets”

Elaine was completely oblivious as she clipped the potato chip bags, so she answered quite casually “We’ve still got plenty of time”

With a wicked grin on her face Brittney added “Well why don’t you get him to do it, after all, when he was waiting for us at the mall you did say that you have him right under your thumb, right where you want him”

Elaine’s mouth opened wide “SHUT UP, I said no such thing”

Brittney looked at Tim, who had an eyebrow raised, and said “She did say it. When I told her that we should be getting back to meet you she said don’t worry about it”

Elaine gazed at Tim and then back at Brittney “Brittney Anderson, I said no such thing, you fibber”

Elaine’s mind raced back, and it didn’t take her long at all to realize that she had indeed said something along those lines. Brittney just nodded and looked at Tim anyway and carried on “She did say it, obviously you must be a bit of a walkover”

Elaine looked indignant and said in a screeched voice “WHAT HAS GOT INTO YOU”?

“I’m just saying, we have the blankets to fold, and you said that Tim was under your thumb, you did say it, you know you did. So just say chop, chop and get him to pick up the blankets”

The face on Elaine looked like someone had just told her that Santa Claus wasn’t real, Tim of course was a bit perplexed by this. He stopped what he was doing and said “Under your thumb, am I”?

Stung by reality Elaine changed her tune very quickly “Time out, it sounded nothing like she is making it out to sound”

Emptying his hands he replied “So you did say it then”?

Brittney gave a pompous grin and joined in “I told you earlier Tim that you should spank her, but nobody listens to little old me”

With saucers now for eyes, Elaine looked at her friend and said “BRITTNEY, hush your mouth, he will do no such thing”

And now the elephant was out of the room, and Brittney laid down the trump card as well as she addressed Tim once more “Well, I guess you just got your orders, better do as she says”

What an outright stinking rotter her friend turned out to be!!

Brittney was bang to rights, Elaine had said it, and now she remembered saying it as well, and she quickly remembered the affirmative look on his face that he had when she had said “You wouldn’t spank little old me, would you”? The realization of her predicament caught up to her in a nanosecond “Now wait a minute, not here”, as if she had resigned herself to the fact that he was going to spank her at some point.

In for a penny, in for a pound, Brittney thought “Hang on a minute, you didn’t have a problem with him spanking me out here, in fact you found it pretty funny, didn’t you”?

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back so to speak, Tim wiped his hands on his jeans as walked towards a backing up Elaine “Tim, noooooooooooo” came her reply as he seized her by the arm. Half through laughter and half through embarrassment, Elaine continued “Tim no, not out here, let go of me right now”

It was futile to think that would work, Tim’s testosterone level was at an all-time high, and while he was playing along, to some degree he was a little stung that Elaine had said what she had said. She genuinely didn’t want to be spanked in the park where anyone could walk by, like the two couples who were already headed in their direction, but Tim didn’t really give much of a hoot, he agreed with Brittney.

In one motion he sat down on the picnic bench facing out to the pathway and pulled Elaine over his lap at the same time. It was almost poetic how quickly they settled into the time honored position with next to no effort. Elaine pleaded with him to stop and threw her right hand back to protect the seat of her skirt, which in effect was a silly mistake because he was able to grab her wrist with ease and tuck it into her side where he now held her around the waist. She was effectively pinned and she could do nothing about it other than kick her legs in the hope that she kicked him in the head.

Elaine was pretty helpless at this point, she was pinned over her boyfriend’s lap, held securely around the waist with no free hand that could reach back for protection. She didn’t know what to feel when she felt his hand rub her bottom through her white summer skirt, she could probably accept it in another setting, but not out here. She pleaded with him, practically begging him not to spank her, and even apologizing profusely, all the while as Brittney just stood there with a big shit eating grin on her face.

If you thought Elaine was carrying on before, you should have heard her when he actioned the thought that was in his mind, that thought being, a white skirt probably means that she is wearing white panties as well. Her voice raised as he revealed the prize by lifting her skirt high up her back with comparative ease. Indeed he was right, white panties they were, and the nylon looked ever so thin and skimpy for what he was planning to do to them.

With her face flushed she looked at the laughing Brittney “You’re a bitch, you know that”

Brittney just put her arms out in front of her and shrugged as she replied “What goes around, comes around”.

Elaine’s face was a mixture of revenge combined with pain as for the first time her boyfriend’s hand landed on her bottom. He admired that first swat as he watched her bottom move beneath the panties and almost shrugged himself as he set about his duty as if he was a seasoned pro. She kicked and hollered as Tim’s hand went up and down as fast as he could muster, covering all areas of her nylon clad bottom. Well at least it started out covered, with all the kicking she was doing it was making her thin panties just ride up more and more.

Elaine may have thought that the spanking went on forever, but in reality it was no more than 40 spanks. Thankfully it had stopped right when it did, or at least that is what she thought initially until she realized that Tim had stopped only to wave to the two laughing couples who were walking arm and arm past them, not 20 meters away. She sounded deflated as she buried her head, mortified at the sight of the strangers and she simply uttered “Oh Tim”, knowing that they all had a bird’s eye view of her half naked bottom.

The embarrassment didn’t last that long though when she heard Brittney’s voice who was likewise waving to the four laughing strangers “Hey guys, have a great old night”

Oh that bitch, she was going to pay for that with virtually her life. What was it that she had told Elaine? That it had been four years since her dad had spanked her, we will see about that!

As the couples had almost passed, though they were still in range to have a clear view of what was now a deep pink bottom showing on the girl over that young man’s lap, Tim looked down at Elaine and asked. “So I’m under your thumb, am I”?

Elaine started to reply but was interrupted by a stinging palm multiplying the heat on her bottom “No, I’m sorreeeee, ow, Tim, don’t, ow, ow, ow, I’m sorry, I won’t, ouch, say it again, ow”

It was a repeat of the first part of the spanking, another set of around 50 spanks as Brittney watched intently. Damn, if she knew that he was going to spank her like that then she would have suggested it months ago. For his part Tim must have taken notes from watching Brittney’s spanking earlier that day from Elaine’s mom. He didn’t spank in one area, his hand slapped all over her bottom, right from the top of her panties to the unprotected bare cheeks that met her thighs. At least when a spanking is in one area you can have some mental preparation for it, for the style of spanking that Tim was employing, Elaine didn’t have time to mentally prepare for anything, her bottom was stinging all over the place and maybe it was just her, but she could swear that Tim’s hand connected with an un-spanked area with each and every swat.

Tim was suitably impressed as he looked at the glowing red bottom that was on his girlfriend. He rubbed his hand across his girlfriend’s red hot bottom as she relaxed, having feelings that she would have never dreamed that she was going to have. Of course she wasn’t going to readily admit them, and she sure as shit was less than happy that two couples out on a romantic stroll had probably watched her get spanked, and with her panties showing as well for goodness sake. Tim by now had covered her bottom but continued to rub it with Elaine almost forgetting by now that Brittney was even present. It was only when Brittney said with added sass “So, who’s going to get the blankets then”? that Elaine finally snapped out of it. She was mad, but she wasn’t mad at the man who spanked her, she was mad at her friend who got her spanked. She couldn’t care less that she had caused Brittney to get spanked twice already herself, that thought didn’t even cross her mind.

Elaine climbed up off of Tim’s lap and their eyes met ever so briefly, the intense stare for however brief of a second that it was, was as hot as her bottom felt. They both had simultaneous thoughts of taking their relationship up a notch to the next stage, and that flicker of eye contact was one of the strongest moments that their relationship had encountered so far to date. Nonetheless she pouted and placed both of her hands on her stinging bum, feeling the deep heat radiating from both cheeks. Tim remained seated, he pretty much had to. After spanking his girlfriend, he then had the pleasure over rubbing his hand over the thin silky material that was covering her seat. The combination from feeling her feminine attire, combined with the heat that lay beneath it that was radiating into his palm, it was more than he could bear. He had to flip her skirt back down more for his benefit than for Elaine’s.

Elaine turned around and looked right at the smiling Brittney, she then walked right past her with her finger outstretched, pointing at Brittney’s face as she headed to where the blankets lay. Her voice was that of a woman who was not playing around “You’re going to pay for that, mark my words, you’re going to pay dearly for that”

There was some genuine anger in Elaine’s voice, perhaps a bit misplaced considering that she had in fact gleefully instigated Brittney getting spanked twice, even if comparatively speaking they were quite playful to what she just had to endure herself, and the ride home was much quieter than it normally would have been. When they had arrived at Brittney’s house Elaine had calmed down to some degree, and indeed by the following day things were pretty much back to normal. That doesn’t mean that Elaine has forgotten about it though, not a chance, she was going to make sure that her friend got a good old fashioned country whuppin’ if it was the last thing that she did. And she was quite prepared to go the extra mile to make sure that Brittney got it good.

As Tim pulled away from the driveway and they both waved goodbye to Brittney, Elaine leaned over and put her hand on Tim’s thigh. She was acutely aware that they still had a few hours left yet before she had to head home for curfew, she had been aware for some time. “Did you want to go back to the park”? She asked.

A spanking from Tim was vastly different to a spanking from her mom, at this moment in time Elaine’s bottom was glowing delightfully, the heat in her seat felt vastly different than it had before. A smile came on her face as the car headed towards the park ‘I’ll have to get him to spank me more often’ she thought. What a lovely warm feeling.

Mother’s warning about breast touching and penis touching was about to go out of the window. A secluded park, the stars now forming in the sky, and plenty of blankets to lay upon.

1986 was a different time, a time where songs told a story about events that have appeared in the lives of all of us in some way, shape or form, stories that we remember fondly as our years in age advance. In 2020, those of us who are old enough can hear a song on the radio even to this day and say “Ah, I remember that feeling” and we can smile at what once was.

Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometimes I’m overcome thinking ’bout
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown-eyed girl

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So there you have part three of the Mother Spanks series, feel free to leave your comments down below if you wish to, I always love hearing feedback on my stories.

Like I did in the previous two episodes, I have left the story open for reader’s suggestions. While I may not write the stories to the exact specifications that people set, many of the elements suggested in this story came from the contributions of the people who filled the form out on the previous episode.

Initially I had no intention at all of Tim spanking Elaine and Brittney, but that was a very popular suggestion, either for one of the girls, or for both of them to get spanked by Tim. Likewise I would never have thought to have strangers passing by when a spanking was taking place, but I had received an email from someone who had informed me that when a spanking was being witnessed by a complete stranger, it was a big cog in the wheel for that person to enjoy a spanking tale. Many elements of all three parts of this story have been taken directly from reader suggestions. Obviously my stories have to have my own elements of enjoyment when I write them, and dare I say my own unique synopsis style when I format the story. However, if I can include an element that someone will enjoy then I am always happy to do so.

If you have a suggestion that you would like to share, then please do so by filling in the quick form below. You only have to answer the elements that apply to you. Right now I can think of four likely scenarios that have been left open, but perhaps you have your own ideas as well.

So this is what I see is possible for part 4. Perhaps you see other avenues that we can go down, let me know your thoughts. Not everything will happen, and perhaps only one situation will feature in the next episode.

Firstly there is Judy. Her birthday is still three months away, but she is looking forward to having her bottom smacked by Tim. I don’t plan on bringing her in just yet, but who knows, perhaps someone has an idea as to where she can fit in.

Next up is Tim. He has already heard Mrs. Ferris spank Elaine, and he watched her spank Brittney as well. Very soon he is going to be all alone with Mrs. Ferris and the subject of spanking is bound to come up. His job is to rearrange the two bedrooms so there is likely to be a hairbrush lying around somewhere. Does she suggest a “If you were my son” scenario? Does he suggest a “What’s it really like” scenario? Or is there something that he does while he is there that justifiably warrants a spanking?

Then we have Brittney. She enjoyed her spanking, then she enjoyed watching Elaine’s spanking even more. Elaine has vowed revenge though. My thoughts on this so far have been for Elaine to use a tape recorder when the girls are speaking, and then in the presence of Brittney’s father she plays the tape back, which will include Brittney cursing in it. I’m a little torn though as this seems rather harsh compared to what the scene warrants. Perhaps Elaine arranges for a day out to a secluded area for an afternoon of fun spanking adventures between the three of them. I’ve got a ways to go before I develop this part of the story. Perhaps Brittany finds some time alone with Tim to explore her feelings?

Finally there is the wildcard, Elaine. Her bottom is safe from nobody. Mom still spanks her, Tim has just started spanking her, and while a likely scenario has not yet entered the story in any form, her best friend’s dad owns a wicked strap for woodshed lickings. Is it possible that Mr. Anderson enters the story?

Let me know your thoughts below, submit the form as many times as you like, I’m always happy to hear from you.

Streetcar Sundays – 123

The post that I made yesterday obviously proved to be very successful, as I expected it to be. It is sat atop the list of the most popular posts which is data that is gathered over a 24 hour period. Check out GRACE’S BEDTIME SPANKING if you haven’t already, it is a corker of a spanking video.

Also, and this might be pleasing to a lot of you, though I also understand that there will be many who don’t like it even before they have read it, but I have completed part three of the highly popular MOTHER SPANKS SERIES!! The first two parts of this series are the most popular stories on this website by a country mile, however, I feel that part 3 will be battling them for most read story come the end of 2020. Now while the story has been written, it is basically sat in its unedited first edition format. Normally I just write and write without going back, and then the next day I review the story and flesh it out. Right now the story sits at 5,000 words, but by the time it is finished, ready for posting tomorrow, it will probably be at around 6,000 words.

My intention had been to write part three of the story and then call it quits, basically because the enjoyment of writing the story had been sucked out of me to some degree. With that said though, what I wrote about yesterday wasn’t actually something that was in my original plans. So how I had originally planned to finish the story up, hasn’t even taken place yet. That means that there will in fact be a part four, and who knows, perhaps a part five. You will see at the end of part three that it finishes up the same way as parts one and two, meaning that there are still unresolved spankings yet to take place, and there will be the opportunity as usual for the general audience to have a say in how the story progresses.

Part three of the story was never in my original plans, it was created by people filling out the form and telling me what they wanted to see in part three, so I happily obliged. The story will be posted tomorrow, so if that interests you then please come back then to read the story. You can catch up with PARTS 1 AND 2 in the interim.

You think that it ends there? Oh heavens no, we are now onto our weekly MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS spanking pic.

When you have been collecting for as long as I have, you get to a point where you think that you have already found all of the really good Men Are Like Streetcars spanking pics. You keep looking though because there is always a chance that something you have already posted, may well have been reposted in a format that is far superior to the previous version. Then again, you keep looking because you may well find a new, spanking good, unseen pic that is not in your collection.

It is possible that my fellow collectors might have found this image already, or it could be that I have personally discovered a brand new addition to the Men Are Like Streetcars spanking family. That is of course of little relevance. What is relevant is that the latest Men Are Like Streetcars spanking pic that I found is brand new to me, and it is a corker. After a barren spell with searching, this is one of two new Streetcars spanking photos that I found yesterday.

From Willard, Ohio in the 1958 yearbook, which normally means that the play was performed the year prior, I present to you my latest find which I am sure you will agree is a cracker of a spanking photo. I just love the 1950s outfit that Linda is wearing as Jack spanks her. Those are their real names, but I personally prefer not to post the full names of the participants. That information can be easily found though. I’m sure that the both had fun in rehearsals by the looks of it.

The Grace Video Is Back

So a while ago, as things do sometimes in real life, the video of GRACE’S BEDTIME SPANKING had been taken down due to unforeseen circumstances. Well I am happy to announce that the video is back online, and the owner of that video dropped me a line to let me know so that I could update the video link.

This post is very popular on this site so what I had done in the interim was replace the video with a spanking still from the movie. Thankfully now though the video is back up and running and you can watch it by clicking on the following link. GRACE’S BEDTIME SPANKING.

I’m a huge fan of the video personally and I have watched it many times. For me the angle is perfect, perhaps maybe the camera could be just a few more inches higher, but I’m not complaining either way. The spanking is great, just exactly how I like to see them. A spanking over the nightdress, panties and then the bare. Nothing excessive, just a good solid hand spanking and a young girl in distress. Please watch it, if you  “get”  the movie then you get me.

On that note I paid for my porn this week!! How do you expect producers to keep producing spanking movies if you don’t pay them? This week I joined DANA SPECHT’S website to see what I have been missing over the last few years.

Now for the most part I am a self confessed picture whore. Normally the spanking itself doesn’t meet the image that I have created in my mind for it. One of those images in particular is the one below of Dana spanking Adriana Evens in Pajama Party Punishment.

The image itself is taken from the SARAH GREGORY PASS network of spanking sites. Now I don’t know why I have never downloaded and watched this film before, but my goodness is it right up my alley.

The spanking shown in the image just blows me away, in fact both of the OTK hand spankings do. It follows the same pattern as the spankings in SPANKED SOBER. The spankings start on the pajama bottoms for each girl, then on the panties of each girl, though in fairness you can see the panty lines on Adriana in the image above, when it comes to her turn for a panty spanking it is only done in theory, her panties are so tiny that NONE of the spanks actually land on a panty covered bottom, lol. Then of course we have the angle as shown, it is the perfect angle that I love watching spanking films from. If half the spanking is shown from the angle above, then I can pretty much watch any spanking.

Anyway, while I noticed it in spanked sober, I don’t think that I ever realized just how good of a spanker Dana Specht is, especially when it is done in stages as these films are. 100-150 spanks to one of the girls on her pajama bottoms, then the same to the other girl, then another 100-150 spanks on each girl’s panty clad bottoms, and then a final switch of positions for the bare bottom spanking. I’ve mentioned it before, using this approach the viewer never gets tired of the action because it is always changing, and because it isn’t continuous then each spanking just seems well, harder. I love the approach so much and Dana Specht plays it perfectly, a short, sharp shock being given repeatedly. Each spank seems destined to sting and more importantly, it looks like it actually does sting.

Now I think that I am going to go to clips4sale to see what other spanking clips that I can find of Dana Specht spanking two girls at once, because what I have seen so far comes as close as it can to a perfect spanking in my eyes. I’m very fussy about what I like in spanking films, and if two thirds of a spanking are given over outer clothing and panties first then I am all over it. It is hard wired in me that spanking over a clothed bottom, even if it is the flimsiest of panties, is more realistic to me than a bare bottom spanking. It is an internal psychological barrier that I am stuck with, but I don’t mind, it works for me each and every time. And further to that, the spanking style of Dana Specht I also find to be just about as perfect as it gets.

There is a chance that I will get to interview Dana again at some point this year, and if I do I will be sure to share my thoughts with her. So if you have a little spare change in your pocket, consider joining either DANA’S SITE, or by joining one of SARAH GREGORY’S SITES.

F/M Friday 7

Time for the weekly F/M Friday post, plus I am going to share my favorite vanilla video from Japan so far. More on that under the photo.

Your photo this week is from 1965 and the following is satire, do not take it as gospel. I can’t help but feel that the young lady is looking at her mom and saying that she can’t seem to get through to her boyfriend. So what do YOU think should happen?

A) Time for those pants to come down.

B) Time for Mother and Daughter to change seats.

C) Time for those pants to come down and for Mother and Daughter to exchange seats to see if Mom can’t spank some sense into her daughter’s boyfriend!!

This will be added to my F/M COLLECTION folder.

 

Windsor Wednesday Classic – 169

Fun and spanking.

Sometimes it is easy to forget what it is that makes this lifestyle so enjoyable for us all. I understand that PLAYFUL SPANKINGS are not everyone’s cup of tea, and recently it came to my attention that not everyone enjoys mainstream spanking. For those of us who are older though, mainstream spanking was a big part of our lives for many decades.

The Internet in all its glory has given us the opportunity to live our chosen lifestyle whenever we want, and I sometimes think that there is a divide in people who grew up before the Internet, and those who grew up with the Internet. A lot of it I can’t relate to and I can only think how badly things may have turned out had the Internet been around when I grew up.

BTW, I might write for a bit so here is this weeks photo for those of you who aren’t in to the words that I write. I will continue under the photo.

One thing that I have always known is that had the Internet been around when I grew up, I would have made so many mistakes and bad judgement calls in this lifestyle of ours that I may well have exited the scene 30 years ago. In 1981 I made a really stupid error of judgement that, while it turned out okay, could have been the worst mistake of my life. I was 18 years old and boarded a bus for London to attend an adult event. It was horrible, as seedy as fuck, not even in the same ballpark as to what I thought I was going to, and with eternal gratefulness, someone took me under their wing and made sure that I left early and made it home safely. Or at least as safe as a naive outsider could feel in Clapham at 10pm at night. I didn’t go back to a spanking related event for another 25 years after that.

The Amanda Todd story in particular is something that affected me deeply as well. Bullying is not something that I have ever understood, the whole concept is incomprehensible to me. When kids go through their younger years virtually all of them go through some varying level of bullying, in fact probably most of you reading this went through the same thing. I was 18 years old when I started working in social services, working with people with developmental or physical disabilities, it was the only career that I had ever known up until my most recent job. Granted, the most recent job I was at for 17 years, almost as long as my entire career in social services prior to that. From a young age though I only ever had empathy and compassion for my fellow humans.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not painting myself out to be a saint by any means. My whole life I have always been a loner, I left my family and friends behind when I was 24 years old to move to America and I never looked back. I’ve got many drawbacks as a person, empathy and compassion are not a part of them though. Actually, now that I think about it, these are probably the reasons why I am such a loner, I fucking hate how people treat each other, lol.

I couldn’t even imagine what youngsters have to put up with on the Internet. I remember what it was like myself, and like a great many adults we look at someone like Amanda and just wish that we could have been there for her. Did you know this as well? While it may not be as prevalent as it once was, people will still hound her parents with comments like “The stupid ugly bitch deserved to die”. If you don’t believe me, just search for the Amanda Todd video on Youtube and read the comments, it is heartbreaking. Every year I watch her video to remind myself how to treat my fellow humans.

This may seem like a strange prediction to make, especially being that in relative terms the Internet is still in its infancy, but I actually think that one day, probably long after I am gone, the Internet is going to go through a reversal. I believe that one day communities and families will go back to how it was prior to the Internet, in that social interaction will be more important than the Internet. My vision for the future is that the Internet will be based more on business and education than it will for personal interaction. I know that it is crazy to think this way, but I genuinely believe it, the Internet will become boring for purposes other than the most practical ones out there, such as education.

Nothing is forever. I’m not planning on finishing this blog anytime soon, I mean shit, I have so much left to share that even today I could post every day for the next ten years and still have material left over. The reality of the situation is this though, perhaps there is only five years left, who knows. I’ve started late in the business field being that I am 56 years old, but I intend to spend the rest of my days being self employed, doing the things that I enjoy in life. So at some point this blog will eventually finish.

Before I leave you with the full sized version of the above image, if you are struggling to cope with things you can always email me at richardofwindsor@gmail.com . In the last year I lost a friend who took her own life, so I realize that in some cases no matter what you do it may never be enough, but I do have empathy and if a letter can help you cope just a little bit longer then I am there for you. Don’t do it alone, there is nothing to be ashamed of when looking for help to cope and move forward.

Through The Decades

In between working my tail off today I was going through an old hard drive, and on that drive I found some great old photos. By that I mean that the photos are great for me. It wasn’t something that I actually planned but when I looked at them I noticed that they were covering a vast array of different decades.

The first picture has always been one of my favorites, which is funny because the rest of the photos from the set are pretty generic. This takes me back to the 1970’s when I first started exploring this interest of ours and I would travel to London to visit the JANUS STORE. It was always pretty difficult for me to find what I wanted as I was pretty specific. At that time the cane was a turnoff for me and almost all of the magazines of that era featured copious amounts of caning mixed in with other features. It was hard for me to find a magazine that gave me the most bang for my buck.

This image alone though was worth the price of ten magazines for me though, there are so many elements in one picture that allows you to create your own story. If memory serves me right, and let’s be honest, I’ve loved the picture for 35 or so years so of course I remember, this image stoked a pretty vivid thought process for me. I don’t remember who she was in the photo set, all I remember was that in my mind she was the naughty babysitter. We don’t know why, or what it was that she did, but she is about to receive her first ever spanking outside of her home.

That’s not a true story, it is just one that I created for this image a long time ago.

The second picture today is as classy as it gets, from either the late 90s or the early 00s. This is a picture that I posted many moons ago that I had forgotten about, and I was so happy to see it again in my folders. I personally think that this is one of the sexiest spanking pictures that I have ever seen, there is pure beauty in the submission. The image describes a lot about who I am as a person and what I like, and obviously pictures like this are almost impossible to find nowadays.

Then we go back to the 80s, and yes, this isn’t exactly an excellent copy of this photo, the image is one that means a lot to me. I’m almost sure that I have a clearer copy of this photo, but you have to remember that my collection of photos is unparalleled, it would take me a day to find it!! The 1980s were barren years for me, I can count my real life experiences during that time on one hand. Though the image is F/F, the girl getting spanked reminds me so much of one of the few spankings that I gave in the 80s. Such a great memory.

Then we come to the modern day, from last year in fact. This image is from FIRMHANDSPANKING and it is a classic for me. In fact an image of this quality is likely to make me a subscriber to a website and I haven’t been on Firmhand for probably ten years or so. Again I think that is is the whole set up that is so appealing, the high heeled shoes, the stockings and of course the panties. It does amuse me that she has kept her panties on but they are offering about 1% of protection from her spanking. Sucks to be her, eh? This is an awesome image!!

The last two photos are fairly generic in terms of spanking photos that circulate the Internet. You know what I always find funny? I am a lover of the 1950s, but I have never been a super big fan of spanking images from that era. I mean they are fine and you find a great one from time to time, but they never really did it for me. The reason for this I think is because I don’t relate to it, I was born in 1963 so by the time that I grew up the 1950s weren’t even close to me in terms of culture elements following me. In the 70s there were still aspects of the 60s that carried over, but not the 50s. Anyway, the first image is for those of you who love full coverage panties that also happen to be translucent. I know that there are some of you out there who like that.

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