Windsor’s Sunday Candids – Baby Snooks Edition

Now I will be shocked if this pic isn’t somewhere in the spanking world, perhaps on one of the old Yahoo spanking groups. This particular pic was spoken about on Chross’forum by fellow collector Will@Gotham56, but there is no picture there. I’m sure that I have seen it before, though I also think that the quality was pretty poor. However, during a search yesterday I was able to stumble across a real high quality pic of what I believe to be the publicity still in New York’s Penn Station that Will spoke of. If you have posted it on a spanking blog before then by all means let me know and I will link to your post. Before I added it I did check all of the other spanking sites that this pic was likely to be on, even though I’m going to guess that this copy is the best one so far.

It was a couple of years ago that I found the hairbrush spanking pic on Ebay which seems to be an alternate take of the famous Baby Snooks spanking pic where Hanley Stafford’s spanking hand is obscured. Don’t worry, all three spanking pics are in this post. So this one is now going to make four known spanking pics of Fanny Brice which are all in this post, though this is one of those scenarios where future spanking pics are likely to occur. So here is the first pic, the latest find, which is the publicity still. Now I know that some folks like to pictures to not be altered in any way, shape or form, so I will share it as I found it. The other pics are below. I have also included an Ebay find from 1923 where two girls are playing dress up, one as Charlie Chaplin and the other as Baby Snooks. Just scroll down for all of the pics.

All pics will be added to my WINDSOR’S STAGE SPANKINGS folder where you can find all of my unique movie related finds.


The Baby Snooks Show was an American radio program starring comedian and Ziegfeld Follies alumna Fanny Brice as a mischievous young girl who was 40 years younger than the actress who played her when she first went on the air. The series began on CBS September 17,1944,airing on Sunday evenings at 6:30pm as Post Toasties Time (for sponsor General Foods). The title soon changed to The Baby Snooks Show,and the series was sometimes called Baby Snooks and Daddy.





Zero time to even talk, and I’m posting this at 6.30am just so that I can get something on the blog. I will explain tomorrow what has been happening and why I have been absent,Until then, here is a spanking variety of newspaper clippings for you all to browse.

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An Older Woman Spanked

It was a couple of years ago that I subscribed to a large newspaper archive to try and score some rare finds for you all. While I culled a good number of articles, unfortunately I didn’t devote as much time as was needed and it ended up costing me over a hundred dollars because I forgot to cancel, lol. However, on the plus side I was able to get some really good ones which you will now find circulating around the Internet, and I still have a folder full more for people to benefit from the fruits of my labor.

This next article is from 1946 and features a man spanking his wife who was 15 years older than he was. To read the article just click on the picture below. Like I said, I have a ton of clippings just like this that probably haven’t been on the Internet before so I will try and post a few more over the coming weeks.

This will be added to my WINDSOR’S SPANKING FINDS album.


Windsor’s Sunday Candids – 31

It’s so nice to have a long three day weekend, it might actually mean that I can not only post tomorrow but also prepare a couple of posts to post automatically while I am at work. It has been such a frustrating thing over the last year or so, finding any amount of spare time to devote to my blogs, and specifically to this one. There are times where I get envious that other people are able to blog so frequently because I just love to write and share my thoughts. Who knows, perhaps I can finally write a new story tomorrow, it has been so long since I wrote a new one.

The other reason that I have become more of a picture blog, well, I guess that is actually two-fold because I have such a great collection of rare pics to share, but the other reason is that I simply haven’t been active in the last year. Having gone to so many parties over a period of many years I found that the party scene stopped being fun for me. It was about a year ago that I decided that I needed to take a full break from the scene. Now I still keep in touch with the SSNY family, and my vanilla Facebook comprises of my old SSC friends who are primarily my friends in real life now anyway, and of course I exchange emails with people who write to me via my blog, so I’m not totally a hermit just yet. In other areas though I lost complete interest.

It is all self induced as well, completely in my own control. The same enjoyment at parties is still there, the excited people, the sense of being a part of something special and the great opportunities to play, along with the less desirable behaviors that you find in any setting. There will come a time where I will once more arrive at the part where everything about a spanking party is 100% positive and the things that I don’t enjoy are no longer of any importance.

It has been nine months since I last played if you can believe that, a joint birthday party that the SSNY organizers threw in the honor of three of us who share a birthday that weekend. The last person I played with also happened to be the first person I ever played with, Pixie. The first time that I got to use the gym shoe that the London Tanner sent me. In a couple of months time it will be the Boardwalk Badness Weekend so I’m sure by then I will be up for some play as it would have been nearly a year by that point since I last played. One thing that I am particularly looking forward to is reading a bedtime story to a bunch of girls in their pajamas. Just this week I bought a classic children’s book which is going to be ideal for those who have a  ‘little’ mindset.

Anyway, for those of you who love my picture collection it is time for this weeks rarity. This entry goes all the way back to 1949 and comes from the play  “A Mind Of Her Own”. I would recommend clicking the link below to the small archive that I have of pics from this play as this play produces some of the very best rare spanking pics.

Click this link for the A MIND OF HER OWN archive folder.

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In Honor Of Murray

Valdor over at the Spank Statement recently posted about the passing of Murray Roberts, a lifelong collector of historical spanking memorabilia and avid fan of Kiss Me Kate spanking pics in particular. Now I am not going to steal anyone’s thunder, if you wish to read about Murray you can do so RIGHT HERE. I have already left my comments on Valdor’s post so I encourage you to click the link and read the tributes to Murray.

Having exchanged emails with Murray I had sent him a good number of Kiss Me Kate spanking pics for his own collection and we had even discussed the play and my disliking of KMK spanking pics. It’s sad, but true, I have never been a fan of Kiss Me Kate spanking pics, though I can’t exactly put my finger on the actual reason why. It is probably because the participants are in period wear which is something that I have a strong dislike of, though perhaps it is also because the billowing dress, multiple petticoats and with the bloomers on whoever plays Kate probably can’t feel a thing.

While I have a small folder of Kiss Me Kates on this blog, most of my pics from this play sit in a folder on my laptop and I have dozens of them that I rarely post. Anyway, to honor Murray, I shall give you one of them today to enjoy. The reason I chose this one is pretty obvious I think, that is one spankable looking butt!!

This will be added to my KISS ME KATE spanking folder.

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Streetcar Sundays – 44

Today I am going to share some blog love as well as my usual weekly feature, but before you click any link be sure to look at my offering below for this week.

Now I have been collecting pics for a few years now and I like to think that I have a really unique collection that is all brand new to the spanking world, but I’m not alone in that. There are other collectors who have been doing this for longer than I have, but they haven’t used a blog to post their finds. One of these people is Harry who is now co-authoring The Spank Statement.

Now each week I share with you several different pictures from a variety of subjects, but other than a brief synopsis all I am doing is sharing with you my finds. Now I have mentioned before, this isn’t totally something that is done for free, there are numerous subscriptions that I use and I am one of the rare folks who will actually purchase spanking photos if I think that I can get a better copy of the pic that way. Harry on the other hand does things a little differently in that aside from paying for subscriptions, he also purchases the scripts of the plays that feature a spanking in it. In fact just recently I probably cost him a fortune because I shared with him my list of plays with a spanking in that I had, and there was a good number (a dozen or more) that he didn’t have listed.

So this is what I am going to do to share the love. We are a community and the whole purpose of doing what we do is to share our collections so that everyone can enjoy them. Anything that I post is free for anyone to use and spread amongst the spanking community, one can only hope that the courtesy is returned and pics are linked back so that the same spanking community can view and enjoy all of the wonderful spanking finds that we provide to the community.

So I will lead by example there. One thing that Harry does when he makes a post is that he not only shares the pictures, but he also gives you his synopsis of the play in question, and perhaps the most important of all, he provides us with the relevant portions of the script so that we can see the spanking scene in detail. There are many different folders that I have featuring many different plays, but what I will do going forward is that I will add a link to each page pointing to the relevant play synopsis provided by Harry. We will start with this weeks play, Men Are Like Streetcars.

To read Harry’s review of the play, click here –>HARRY’S MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS

And as usual, my entry this week will be added to my own MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS spanking folder.

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Saturday Special

As you will no doubt tell from my lack of activity, I’ve been pretty busy this week, and it doesn’t stop today either. A quick funny story though, they wanted me to work today which of course I have to do from time to time on a Saturday, but I used leverage. You want me in? Then I get to use the T-1 connection to watch the football this morning. I think there was some reluctance, but ultimately having the football on while I build servers isn’t really going to impact my job performance :)

By the way, my Brother put a fiver on England to beat Wales for me in the rugby yesterday so I have £13.25 in my betting account.

This pic will go in my WINDSOR’S SPANKING FINDS folder.


Streetcar Sundays – 43

Just going through my list and I see that I still have over 90 Men Are Like Streetcars un-posted spanking pics still to come, and I always seem to be finding more, lol. This one today is from 1957 and I only found it yesterday, but it is definitely one of the better ones. I want to thank everyone who has answered the site survey so far, and if you haven’t it is also at the bottom of this post. I’ve had about 40 responses so far and there are two clear leaders, most people come to this site for the pictures, not that the selection is much of a surprise, virtually everything I post is unique and has probably not been seen before, and it will help make future spanking blogs popular for years to come. The other clear leader was a bit of a surprise, the type of spanking. The leader by a long shot is discipline spankings. As I stated, this can only help the direction, and I sense a parental discipline spanking in story form in the near future.

The pic will be added, amongst other places, to my MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS spanking folder.

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Site Survey

I’m busy watching the soccer today and scouring for new spanking pics, which I’ve done pretty well with so far this morning, three new Men Are Like Streetcars pics already of which one will be posted tomorrow. The other day though I stumbled across some spanking surveys over on Dana Kane’s site (Click here for her surveys) and I thought that it has been a long time since I did a site survey for this site. I’m not sure if anyone on Twitter slagged Dana off for having some wank material surveys or not, or whether that is just reserved for me :D

Anyway, if you have a couple of minutes I would love to get your feedback which always helps the site move in the right direction. No question is required, just answer what you want.

Into A Far Away Place

Here is a new story for you. The audio to the first part is on this site in the archives, but this is the first time that I am posting it in full on this site. Of course it will be added to my fictional story page.

Part 1

Yanina sat in her bed engrossed in the literary classic  ‘Tom Brown’s Schooldays’.

Yanina, an American Latina, had developed a strange desire for anything remotely resembling English heritage, certainly anything pertaining to schooling in the olden days. This fascination stemmed from her obsession within the world of domination.

There seemed to be no logical reasoning for this fascination, sure there had been spankings growing up, probably more than average, but nothing to substantiate the desire to be dominated by a strict man. The only thing close to this experience as an adult was really of no consequence, a few smacks here and there from playful boyfriends, and one very prolonged birthday spanking from a landlord with whom she had developed a sexual relationship with soon after, and while that came close to a proper spanking, it was still done in fun and her modesty was protected by her underwear, even if they felt nearly invisible for the most part.

Yanina had read of Tom Brown’s caning over and over again, the description and the strictness of the event stirred her emotions into a fantasy playground. She sank further and further under the covers and read the part one more time, drifting off as she once again imagined the swish of the cane coming down. Very soon, Yanina had entered deep into her sleep and the land of her unconsciousness took over what was to be an exciting dream filled night.

Yanina strolled through the sweet smelling meadow holding a fresh flower to her face, swishing her dress as she walked, how beautiful England was. The further she walked the closer the old school came into view, SCHOOL, oh no, I don’t want to be late. Yanina broke into a run, trying to gather as much speed as she could, her mind full of the dreaded punishment that awaits any boy who arrives at school late. BOY, but I’m not a boy, but I can’t be late,I mustn’t be late.

She was running as fast as possible, why are these other boys walking so slow, don’t they know what will happen, I can’t be late. I look such a mess, my shirt is hanging out, doesn’t look like I have showered in a week, my satchel is dragging on the floor as I run, and where on earth did these horrible looking shorts come from?

Looking behind her, Yanina watched her pretty dress fly away into the meadow, pausing for a moment as she marveled at the beauty of the scene, then she heard the bell ring. Her mouth opened and she realized that that was the first bell, when it rings again she needed to be sat at her desk. There was no way she could make it. Yanina broke into a sprint to make the second bell. The faster she ran the less she seemed to be getting anywhere, her heart pounded as her mind ran over the consequences that awaited her for sure.

It seemed like an age before she arrived, but finally she reached the side of the old schoolhouse, peering up the side of the old building, the schoolhouse seemed to be about 50 foot tall. Yanina ran her hand across the wood as she slowly walked up the side of the building before coming to the corner, she turned the corner and her heart sank. There, stood at the door, was the old schoolmaster with his handlebar mustache. Her eyes met those of the red faced man and then to his side at the crooked handled cane he was holding.

The schoolmaster pulled the watch from his pocket and gazed at the approaching boy with a stern glance. Yanina approached with her head held low, shuffling her feet as she went. It what seemed to be the loudest voice she had ever heard, the schoolmaster bellowed at her  “WE DO NOT ACCEPT TARDINESS AT THIS SCHOOL MASTER URTEAGA, I AM GOING TO MAKE AN EXAMPLE OF YOU TO THE WHOLE CLASS” and with that she felt her ear being tugged as she was led at lightning pace into the school classroom.

The first thing Yanina thought of was the deep musky smell of old wood as she floated into the classroom. There was dead silence in the room, as she now stood at the head of the class all alone. She looked at the faces of all the young boys and her heart went out to whatever unhappy state they lived in. Not one of them looked healthy and the fear was spelled on each tiny face. The tiny circle she stood on seemed to be illuminated from everything else. Out of the corner of her eye she saw another group of people, they were sat in what looked to be a jury box. In the forepersons chair was her Mother, shaking her head and sniffling into a tissue, Yanina felt such shame for her Mother to see her like this. Also in the box were her Brothers and Sister, neighbors, even the storeowner from the local deli.

Right at the very end of the bench, in what seemed to be an attached seat, sat her old landlord. With her head slightly bowed she blushed at his gaze, this was the Man who last year had stirred emotions within her that she had never experienced before. He was not a real handsome Man, but her heart was with him as she fondly recalled when she half heartedly struggled over his lap as his hand came down over and over again on the seat of her underwear.

SWISH…………Yanina’s gaze left her landlord and turned into an open mouthed fear as she watched the schoolmaster begin to swish the thin cane through the air. Her legs went to jelly as her arm was grabbed and she was led to the master’s desk. With her back to the rest of the class, the schoolmaster roughly pulled the suspenders off of her shoulders and yanked her britches down. His big hand pushed her between the shoulder blades all the way over the desk. Lying down, Yanina reached for the far end of the desk and held on tight to the fraying wood. The schoolmaster then stood behind her and reached for the hem of her shirt, Yanina buried her head into the desk as the master raised her shirt to reveal the pristine white tap panties she wore. As this happened the classroom of boys began to giggle heartedly at the sight of this boy wearing such dandy underwear. The schoolmaster fumed “SILENCE, IF I HEAR ONE MORE WORD FROM ANY OF YOU AND YOU WILL GET TWICE WHAT MASTER URTEAGA IS ABOUT TO GET”

Yanina laid there prone, turning her head to her left she looked squarely at her Mother who was still sobbing. Yanina tried for all her might to apologize to her Mother but no words came, she just lay there feeling ashamed.

The thin rattan cane now rested across the seat of her tap panties, turning away from her Mothers look, Yanina placed her forehead on the desk. Not a sound could be heard as the room went eerily quite. The cane left it’s target and WHOOSH, came down with lightning speed across both buttock cheeks. The fiery burn startled Yanina as she clenched her butt cheeks tightly together to try and fight the fiery sting coming from her nether regions. Her eyes clenched tight as she prepared for the next stroke, SWISH, down it came again and Yanina’s right foot left the ground very slightly, this time, not only her butt clenched, but also her right ankle and foot seemed to fuse into one as it tightened. The third stroke came down, SWIIIIIISSSSHHHH, this one caught her by surprise, catching the lower part of her bottom, her right heel came off the floor all the way to her scorching butt as she shouted out loud “OWWWWWWWW”. Trying to rock her body from side to side only made her tap panties move over the raised lines across her rear, causing her great discomfort. SWIIISSSHHHHH, the 4th stroke opened her tears as her body began to go limp over the desk.

With eyes now a puffed red, Yanina swiveled her head to her left as the 5th stroke landed, SWIIISSSHHH. Greatly aware of the fire behind her, she looked through tear stained eyes directly at her landlord, she shook her head softly and murmured  “Why have you done this to me”. As the tears flowed her eyes transfixed on his as the last hard stroke landed, SSSWWWIIIISSSHHHH. It was over, her landlord seemed pleased as the schoolmaster helped her to her feet. With a body sapped of strength she struggled to pull up her britches and fix her suspenders.

Yanina looked at the class and they all had their heads buried into there schoolbooks. She turned back to her landlord who was now sat at the bench by himself. As she rubbed her butt very gently her eyes dropped to his hands, there he was smacking HER hairbrush into his palm. She didn’t need to hear his words, his actions spoke very clear, the next birthday spanking young lady, is going to be a lot longer, and we will be using this wooden brush as well.

Yanina’s eyes never left the slapping of the brush into his palm and the schoolroom went pitch black, with only spotlights on the pair of them, SNAP, Yanina shot up in her bed sweating profusely.

What a horrible nightmare she had just had. Almost instinctively, she reached behind her and rubbed her hand over her butt to make sure it was a dream, it was. With a trembling body, Yanina wrapped her arms around herself and headed into the bathroom. Re-emerging, she sipped at a glass of water as her body shook with a chill. Walking over to her dresser she caught sight of herself in the mirror, cold, shaking, with sleepy eyes she put down the glass and rubbed her body warm with her hands. From the bottom of her eye she caught sight of it. Now her dream began to come back to her as she reached down and picked up her wooden hairbrush. Holding the brush there was only one image on her mind, the image of her previous landlord holding the brush, smacking it into the palm of his hand. For the next few weeks, whenever she brushed her hair in the morning, the same image kept replaying itself over and over again in her mind, her old landlord, holding her brush.

Part 2

Three weeks had passed since Yanina had her vivid dream, and not a day had passed where she didn’t picture herself face down over her old Landlord’s lap, getting her bare bottom spanked.

Many a time a cold sweat came over her as she relived that dream, it was all so real, yet it was so far away. She knew one thing, if she didn’t act upon this dream now, she would probably never act upon it. Easier said than done though, how on earth could she possibly approach this subject with Mr Robinson, her old Landlord. What if he was to laugh until his ribs hurt, how could she live with that shame?

One thing that hadn’t crossed Yanina’s mind as of yet, perhaps he doesn’t even live in that house anymore. These were the thoughts going through her mind as she drove up the street upon where she once lived. Slowly pulling to the side of the road opposite the house, a ream of butterflies went through her stomach as she spotted his car in the driveway, he did indeed still live here.

Time had stood still for the young girl, she had barely realized that it had been nearly half an hour that she was sat there daydreaming. All the time she kept telling herself how stupid it was for a 24 year old young lady to have these desires, a complete mixture of emotion, some sadness, some excitement, even a little bravery. Could she at least go and knock on the door and say hi? He wouldn’t suspect a thing and was sure to be happy to see her.

Perhaps it was because she had taken such a long time to get dressed that day, perhaps secretly knowing that she wanted to see him prompted her to dress so seductively on this day. Whatever it was, a sudden urge of bravery saw her open her car door.

Like she was in a dream again, Yanina found herself standing outside her car feeling vulnerable, straightening imaginary wrinkles out of the white summer dress she had chosen to wear. Within a few seconds she had convinced herself to stop being so silly and at least go and say hi, she hadn’t come all this way for nothing. Even though nothing was going to happen, her imagination would be racing after talking to him again.

Confidently,Yanina bounded towards the front door, pausing just slightly before ringing the bell. The 10 seconds it took for him to answer it felt like ten minutes to her. And there it was, the door opened and a shocked Mr Robinson smiled with delight at the young girl he hadn’t seen for nearly two years.

Giving the girl a hug he remarked  “Yanina, what brings you here?”

With a friendly smile in return she replied  “I was just in the neighborhood so I thought I would take a chance and see if you were in”

“Well come on in my dear, it is a pleasure to see you again”

They both entered the living room and hugged once more before Mr Robinson went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Yanina was pleased at her decision and chastised herself for being so foolish in the first place, of course everything was going to be okay.

The atmosphere was very relaxing now, the two of them sipping coffee and catching up on both old times and new. Everything was perfect until Mr Robinson chose an uncomfortable memory, one that immediately had the girl blushing, the memory of the birthday spanking he had given her.

Mr Robinson chuckled at the colour of the young lady’s face and kind of revelled in her embarrassment. “Come come Yanina”he said “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it was only a little birthday spanking”

Yanina tried to put on a brave face, knowing what she was feeling inside, “I know Mr Robinson, but it was a funny position to be in over your lap an’all, I’m just glad it wasn’t a proper spanking”

Oh my, the breath just left her body, did she really just say that, the hot feeling of flushed cheeks descended upon her once more and she looked down.

“Well I don’t think I ever had a reason to give you a proper spanking, did I?”

Yanina’s cheeks were hotter than ever, now all she wanted to do was change topics, and quickly. “I don’t suppose so Sir” What was she doing? SIR, oh geez, she wished that internal voice would stop interrupting.

Mr Robinson chuckled once more but decided to tease her a little  “Then I hope you don’t give me a reason to anytime soon”

Yanina was beside herself, almost to a point of tears, so close and yet so far. Is that sentence the end of it, does she press on, will she die of embarrassment in the meantime?

Part 3

Yanina needed a break. A break from the embarrassment, a break from the excitement, sheesh, just a break just to clear her head a little. Still blushing madly, Yanina excused herself to the bathroom. Walking slowly across the room she smiled coyly as their eyes met, then subconsciously put both hands on her butt as she passed him. Mr Robinson smiled with a nod of some unknown approvement as he watched the young girl scurry by out of the room.

It was in the bathroom that decision time was fast approaching, what did those eyes mean as she passed him? Did he know? Is he thinking the same thing as she is? Even though her mind was not made up, she was certainly taking her time in front of the bathroom mirror making sure she was looking her best. What holds in store when she returns to the living room, is it over with, or is it just beginning?

Yanina began the slow walk down the stairs and headed towards the door to the living room, upon entering she was slightly shocked to see Mr Robinson standing. This was unexpectedly intimidating to the slight girl to see his huge frame in the middle of the room. Peering out of the corner of her eyes at him, she headed towards where she had been sat, nervously. Mr Robinson watched her scurry by again and once more grinned at the minx.

Mr Robinson noticed the young girl sat fidgeting and walked towards her, waiting for her to look at him, which of course she was flatly refusing to do. He remembered now how Yanina used to be, how her shyness seemed to almost be like a game to her, there was always something so wonderfully appealing about her.

Looking down at her, Mr Robinson asked  “So why was you holding your bottom a few minutes ago when you passed me, Yanina? Did we miss a birthday or two?”

Yanina now sat not knowing where to look. This is where she wanted to be for so long now, but could she go through with it, what was holding her back. It wasn’t perfect, she wanted a proper spanking, but would have to settle for a birthday spanking instead. Is it worth a final shot?

“I guess so” she replied timidly  “Amongst other things”

Mr Robinson’s eyebrows raised intriguingly  “And what other things would they be Yanina?”

Yanina slumped into the couch wanting to pour her heart out, almost on the verge of crying. “I don’t really know Mr Robinson, just sometimes I don’t know if my motivation is what it should be. I spend days daydreaming when I should be focused on my work, I just don’t know if I can cope with the pressure anymore”

“Young lady, you are 24 years old with the palm of the world in your hand, what pressures can you possibly have”

“I don’t know, I just never focus on what I should be doing and I get really depressed and stressed when I fall behind”

“So you need to get motivated so that you can focus on what you should be doing, eh? Is this the real reason that you came to see me today?”

Yanina sat there silently, feeling slightly ashamed at herself.

“I asked you a question Yanina, is your lack of motivation the real reason that you came to see me today?”

“I guess so”

“So how do you propose that I can help you with your motivation?”

“I’m not sure really”

“Oh I think you are fully aware young lady. Perhaps that is why you were holding your bottom a few minutes ago”

Yanina felt herself sinking further and further, she wanted to scream yes but was now really ashamed. “I don’t know” she replied.

“Well I was about to give you a birthday spanking, but something is telling me that perhaps I should go a step further, is that what you want?”

Yanina sat there, unable to reply to his question, instead just offering a shrug of her shoulders. Mr Robinson nodded his head, even though she was not looking at him, and walked to the other side of the room to pull a straight backed chair into the middle of the room. Yanina pouted as she watched him from the top of her eyes, still with her head bowed low. Mr Robinson sat down and looked at the shameful girl.

“Yanina, come over here please”

With her stomach in knots, Yanina stood slowly and pigeon stepped her way to Mr Robinson with her head remaining low. She finally reached his side and stared down at the huge lap beneath her tiny frame. Mr Robinson reached up and lifted her head from underneath her chin, staring intently into her eyes. “This is nothing to be ashamed of Yanina, by the time we are done you will feel much better about yourself”

Even though it is something that she had hoped for, Yanina really had no idea why. It wasn’t as if she was necessarily looking forward to it, but just looking at him almost reassured her that this was the right thing to do. Slowly Mr Robinson took her by the hand and guided her over his lap, guiding until her feet left the floor and she grabbed one of the legs of the chair, while her other hand grabbed his ankle.

Even though she was 24, at this moment she felt no more than 10 years old as his hand rested upon the seat of her summer dress, gently patting the small bottom it encased. Yanina looked down at her hand as his hand descended downwards towards the hem of her short dress. Her face grimaced as he slowly drew it upwards, slowly exposing the seat of her pink satin panties. The grip tightened around her waist and she felt his hand leave her bottom, Yanina grabbed on tightly to what she was holding just as his huge hard made contact with her bottom, she gasped at the sudden sting and then again shortly thereafter.

Very rhythmically, Mr Robinson began to firmly spank the young charge under his control, alternating his hand from one cheek to the other. Yanina concentrated on the warmth he was generating on her bottom and occasionally raised her right leg when the smacks rained down. After perhaps a minute, Yanina was starting to squirm under the relentless smacks raining upon the seat of her panties.

Mr Robinson paused with the firm smacks and rested his hand upon her hot bottom, gently caressing the pinkening cheeks. “I am going to help you regain your focus Yanina, and hopefully this is something that you will think about in the future”

With that, Mr Robinson inserted his fingers into the waistband of the girls flimsy underwear and slowly drew them downwards towards her knees. Yanina just let her head hang low at the sudden embarrassment of her bottom being exposed for the first time. Once more,she felt the grip around her tighten and prepared herself for what was to come, little did she know that it was going to hurt a lot more than she had thought it would.

It took only 8 firm spanks on her bare bottom before her head started to move from side to side, her legs now beginning to involuntarily move with the motions of the spanks that were landing. Little noise had appeared by this point, but now they were beginning to hear the little whimpers emanating from her mouth, punctuated with the occasional ‘ow’.

Steadfast in his approach, Mr Robinson picked the pace up. He could already see her bottom turning a delicious shade of dark pink, and he watched as she attempted to squirm from side to side to avoid his hand. The noises coming from her mouth were now loud ones and he had to hold her tightly. Still, he continued to give the girl what he thought it was that she was missing. As her bottom burned under his hand, Yanina began to gently sob. Mr Robinson was aware of this and finished spanking her with a few well placed spanks.

The spanking was over. Mr Robinson ran his hand over the flaming cheeks then aided the girl to her feet. Yanina’s shoulders dropped as her hand went to her eyes to cover her tears. Mr Robinson pulled her close and sat the crying girl on his lap, embracing her as she sobbed. Yanina buried her head into his broad shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, allowing Mr Robinson to rub and soothe her burning bottom as she hugged him.

They sat in this position for several minutes, neither one wishing to let the other go. Finally, Mr Robinson eased the girl back and offered a reassuring smile to the red eyes that looked back his way. After gently patting her bottom, Yanina stood up, reaching for her falling underwear as she did so. Gingerly, she eased them up and grimaced as the elastic slid up her sore bottom, both of them smiled at this. One more hug and the pair of them headed back towards the couch. Mr Robinson offered Yanina another cup of coffee, to which she replied  “Yes please”

“Good” he said  “I think you and I need to have a talk” and then he left the room. Yanina watched as he left, then felt the catharsis escape from her body. Boy did she need that, she could only hope that the conversation that he wanted, was the same one that she wanted. A discussion about future events, and what the consequences would be should her focus wane from time to time in the future.

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