Before I get into this week’s spanking picture, I just want to take a little space to thank all of you who sent a message of condolence regarding the passing of my mother. As I mentioned in a previous post, it wasn’t necessary as I feel sure everyone feels the same, but I will get around to respond to those of you who emailed me some kind words.
I’m still not fully back as you would have seen, but the funeral is this Thursday, so once we have taken care of that and my mom’s family, things will be back to normal in Windsor land. I’m going to try my hardest to pre post a week’s worth of material today. The only call that I have is with my brother and then I am free. So I had better get cracking, eh?
This week I am returning to a Men Are Like Streetcars spanking pic. I still have so many that I need to start churning them out for you all. Now even though we cannot see any faces in this 1953 spanking pic from Washington, there is so much to enjoy about it. Specifically, not only do you see the guys hand in spanking motion, but you also see the young lady’s legs kicking away by the blur shown. A clear indication that a spanking is taking place. On the top end of things, he seems a little rough. He has the right wrist firmly gripped while the left arm is out of commission, add in that it looks like he has his elbow wedged firmly in her neck, it doesn’t seem like she is going anywhere soon. Perhaps a little rough around the edges, but you can’t fault him. He even has his right leg raised to get that bottom of hers up nice and high.
Time to get back to regular posting as I promised.
There must be some jobs that people would do for free. Anybody want to be a hall monitor in 1954? Just imagine enforcing the rules to the letter, and any infraction will result in an immediate paddling!
This will be added to my WINDSOR’S PADDLINGS folder where you can see a bunch more vintage paddling pics.
Before I even start today, I’m going to let you know that I have turned the comments off for this post. There will be a spanking picture at the end of it, but first off I want to tell you why my posts have been so infrequent the last few months.
There are some people who have followed this blog for nine years. Can you believe that? It is coming up on nine years that I have had this blog. So while I am aware that the majority of people come here for the unique rare finds that I bring to you every week, or because they enjoy reading my lighthearted spanking stories, I also know that there are some people who follow my journey in the spanking world.
Now the reason that the comments are off is simple. I’m not here today seeking sympathy or peoples condolences, it is a given that I naturally assume that everyone will feel sympathetic anyway. Okay, perhaps 99% of people would anyway, there are still a few out there who can’t stand me However, there has been a reason as to why I have taken a break and now I am going to share that with you.
It was three months ago that our mom was feeling poorly so she went to the doctors to have some tests done. Shortly thereafter she was diagnosed as having cancer of the colon. Of course more tests were going to be needed to determine a treatment plan and the level of cancer that they were dealing with. As time went on it became clear that the situation was bad. Finally a month ago mom was hospitalized where she was informed that the cancer had spread to her liver and lungs, as well as a generic chest area that I’m not exactly clear on, and she was informed at that time that she had three to six months to live.
I’m fully aware that there is never a definitive time frame and that some people can survive far longer than a estimated range. Some of you may be aware that I don’t have a passport from when my Brother passed away, and I’m not professing that mom and I had a special relationship, we spoke every month and each Christmas and on her birthday we would have a video call, but we were somewhat distant. Still, this is my mom after all is said and done. So I started the process of getting my passport in order and mom and I discussed that it would be great if I could come home for one last Christmas.
Two weeks ago, before I could even send in an application, things took a dramatic turn for the worse. Mom had collapsed and was hospitalized. I spoke to her on the phone each day and it was clear, the process had begun, her speech was slurred and she was having delusions. In fact there was a funny part during this that mom and I laughed about. When my brother went to visit her one day she told him that the doctor had seen her that morning, and to her surprise, I was that doctor. When I spoke with her the next day we had a good laugh over it, but she still said she could have sworn it was me. She was in the hospital for a week and then decided that she wanted to go home instead of anywhere else. At that point I was speaking with her twice a day.
Come Friday, two days after she had gone home, my brother called me. Overnight things had turned grave, she had been taken back to the hospital and the doctors had informed my brother that mom only had a few hours to live, and if she woke up from this, she would only survive a few days at best. In a two week span we went from making Christmas plans, two weeks after they had given her three to six months to live, to hoping that the end was quick and painless for her.
Mom woke up on Sunday, but she was gravely ill. That afternoon I did perhaps the hardest thing that I have ever done in my life, I called mom to say goodbye. It was absolutely gut wrenching. Despite all that had gone on in the past, this was still my family. We weren’t going to get that time where we could sit together for a week and find peace like I had done with my father, I had to try and do it with one phone call. I’m not alone in this I know, I’m aware that many people have been through the same thing, but until you are in that situation of saying goodbye to someone, you can’t possibly imagine how hard it is to do.
During that call mom could barely speak, at best she was able to string three or four words together, but for most of the time she was trying to say something but no actual words came that were coherent. I was able to establish from her one word answers that she could hear and comprehend everything that I was saying. I can’t even tell you how hard it was to stay strong and say all the things I wanted to say so that she could leave us with a content mind. There was a lot of guilt that she carried over the years in relation to me and I was determined to try and wipe that guilt away for her. I would like to think that I achieved it somehow, at least in letting her know that I had forgiven anything in the past and that she was still my mom.
We had expected her to pass away that afternoon after I had called her, but unfortunately she would have to suffer through the next 48 hours. My brother and her friends kept a vigil and I spoke with my brother hourly. I won’t go into the full details, but we were just hoping that she would go soon and quickly. Even though she was in a comatose state, one of her friends played her favorite song on her cell phone, “Annie’s Song”by John Denver, and for the briefest of moments her eyes opened. In a way I wished they hadn’t, because that told me that her mind was still alert and it tore at me thinking about how much pain she was in. It was another 24 hours, on Tuesday, that she finally left us. The strength that my brother showed during the end was remarkable, right up until the very end when he held her hand as she passed away.
So that is where I have been for the last few months, dealing with a very painful situation. It’s not that I never had time to post, it is just that my motivation to do so was almost non existent. As I have told you all before, this blog will always be here, it is just that real life takes over at points. This was one of those times where my priorities were with my own family. Even though the last few days were anything but peaceful and painless for my mom, in the long run it might have been better than the three to six month timeline she had been given.
Now that I have written that, I’m going to skip the pic until tomorrow. As I mentioned at the beginning, I’m not looking for any comments, trust me I know that people will feel sad over this so I take it for granted that good thoughts are out there. Many of my friends in the spanking community though have no idea where I have been these last few months, only a handful of people knew about this in detail. Regular posting will resume tomorrow.
Tomorrow I am going to share something personal with you based on what is going on right now, it has been a tough few weeks and any time in the next few hours it will all be over. So as I am looking for things to do right now I scanned Ebay and found this great spaanking pic. Now the setting looks like the 1950’s and judging by the exterior it is possible that this lass is getting her birthday licks. I wonder if that is her dad passing the belt so to speak to his new son in law?
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Obviously I am in the middle of some family matters right now which has taken up my time over the last couple of weeks. We are dealing with a terminal illness in the family and we are in the final stages of this process, we have been told that it is either a matter of hours or days at the most. I’m thousands of miles away in America so it isn’t that I haven’t had time to post, I just haven’t been motivated to do so.
I’m expecting to be tied up this week so I will probably not post again for a week or two, but I have an entire archive of material for you to view and read so don’t go away, I will be back soon. Links to all of my spanking stories are below to keep you occupied during my absence.
Occasionally I have to put the spanking stories in a visible post for the people who are not regular visitors here to see. It is one of the more popular features of this site and despite being known for finding rare pics, the stories still account for 12.71% of all views on this site. So this time I am listing them with the scene content as well so that you can pick what is best for you.
In other news I am off work for a week so this week I will be posting something new for you every day, which will mean rare spanking pics from now until next Sunday.
This morning I needed a distraction as I juggled watching the football and talking to my mum. She is due home from hospital next week and they have offered her a hospital bed, and of course she is being stubborn saying that she will use her own bed. I tried a tactic by saying “Why not have the bed at home and if you don’t use it, so be it, but it will be there if you need it”. We will find out next week whether that registers for her. I’m not going to go in depth today, but this blog is about my life and unfortunately there are times where vanilla things are a part of it, now of course is one of those times.
On the spanking front though, I think that spanking Pixie last week has got my interest back a bit. I mean it was always there, I just got worn out and tired of certain behaviours that took the fun out of it for me. Spanking has always been about fun and enjoyment for me, and the last few parties that I went to I stopped having fun. That is nobodies fault other than my own, the enjoyment stopped because my focus was on the negative and not the positive.
Anyway, aside from spanking Pixie last week, I also got a tweet from ellee this week reminding me that our schoolgirl/teacher two part scene has not been completed yet. ellee Evergood still has to go home to face her uncle to explain her behaviour. As I probably won’t be at another party until BBW for obvious reasons, that leaves me lots of time to plot. I’m already envisioning ellee being sent to her room to wait for me in nothing but her t-shirt and panties, and nothing screams domestic more than a thick leather belt. It’s early days though, and I do like to create a good story.
Of course with ellee reminding me of the scene I went back to look at pictures from the schoolgirl scene we did. Out of the 22 pictures we took I have only ever posted two. There is two of her in the corner displaying a bright scarlet bottom but her panties are very sheer, and I respect her wishes for no bare bottom pics. Her bottom isn’t bare, but it just as well be
So going through the pics today I started playing with them, and I came up with this awesome, evocative image. Obviously there are no faces, but I thought that I would share my artistic creation. It reminds me of the first time that I saw a girl spanked when I snuck in as the spanking was going on, and I was presented with her upturned panty clad bottom being spanked in the angle shown in this pic.
Going back to what I stated at the beginning of this post, I love the fun and playful aspect of our lifestyle, so I went to hot movies to create this little video from the Shadowlane production “Bare Assets”. It kind of typifies the type of playful behaviour that I love and enjoy. The “Play” button is in the middle of the image below.
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It has been a long time in the making, and this weekend I finally got to spend some time with the bratty cat known as Amber Pixie Wells. Due to both of our crazy work schedules, along with Pixie’s school and the three and a half hour distance, we don’t get many opportunities to actually hang out in person that often. I can’t say we met halfway because my journey paled in comparison to hers.
The day that we had planned was totally vanilla, at least that’s what I was thinking anyway, but when you have a building pass to your work and a girl in desperate need of a spanking, sometimes things take unexpected turns
In the food department we are both adventurous and after a short subway ride downtown we headed for Chinatown. You would think that a restaurant in Chinatown would be on every corner, but we ended up walking about a mile to find one. Once we did of course there were a 100 of them. Out of the corner of her eye Pixie spotted one that said Vietnamese, a quick discussion and we were like “Hell yeah”, so for the first time ever I had Vietnamese food. To say it was delicious was an understatement, and we shared a desert that I could have had for a main course.
Before the check even got there we were arguing over who was going to pay. The check arrived and he put it right in front of Pixie. Well the pup wasn’t having that, I quickly reached over and grabbed the tray, and just as quickly Pixie snatched the check off of the now empty tray I held. I was growling, but not for long, because our next stop was candy heaven. Even though I still seethed as we left the restaurant, the immediate waft of raw fish from the store next door altered my senses.
We headed to a 78 year old candy store where they have so much choice that you can spend an entire day in there. We certainly took our time, Pixie was armed with wish lists and I just wanted to spank her with one of the paddle lollipops above. There was a couple of vintage items that I wanted which I put in Pixie’s basket, but after five minutes I was retrieving them with my own basket in hand. Items like Slo Poke and Black Cow found their way into my basket along with Reeds Butterscotch. When all was said and done, Pixie offered to put my bag in her backpack to save me carrying it around, and that’s where it stayed until I got a text around 11pm telling me it was still there. Not to worry though, Pixie is mailing it to me, and she was even kind enough to say that there will only be one bite missing from each
Man did we walk that day though, if I remember rightly it was something like 7 plus miles based on something Pixie had on her. It was tiring, so before we headed to dinner I decided that we could visit my workplace to cool down and relax for half an hour. It honestly wasn’t planned, seriously, but with the Empire State Building right behind my work I just had to ask if we could get a pic. Pixie of course was gracious and we posed for a spanking shot as I gently spanked her.
We climbed back in from the balcony and I suddenly had an idea, perhaps I should spank her after all. An empty office on a Sunday, what better time. Pixie of course wanted to know why she was being spanked, because, you know, there had to be a reason. Well there was a reason, it’s just that I couldn’t remember what it was. And I tried really hard to remember, in fact I had even come up with old facts that I think impressed her, like how penicillin was invented. Could I remember why I owed her a spanking? In my best Northern accent “Could I hell as like”.
Nonetheless, I just had to be a bully. Remembering where I was it couldn’t be long, but over my knee she went with her shorts down and a pair of purple nylon panties staring up at me. Normally I am one of those super nice guys, a really concerned human being, Sunday wasn’t one of those days. In England back in the 70’s we had a thing called a short, sharp shock, and that’s exactly what Pixie got. probably no more than 50 spanks, but I do believe that I heard her say “Oh Jesus” during it. Yes, I will be the first to admit that is was much harder than it needed to be, and am I sorry for that? Well, I will leave that for you to decide Pixie herself didn’t seem that impressed with my smugness, perhaps a feeling of unfairness lingered in the air for a while, especially when I smirked as she sat down.
As we headed to dinner one of us was smiling. At least I was until this panhandler saw Pixie’s bag and heard my accent. He sensed a victim and not only made a bee line for us, but even followed us from his corner spot where he has the biggest crowd to con. Yeah, I’m a bit of a cynic when it comes to panhandling. There is a guy who sits outside my work each day holding a sign that he needs $68 to get to Seattle for his Mom’s funeral. Seven months I think it is now that he has held it. Behind his sign that he holds with a bowed head is the book that he is reading. Even if you was the worst panhandler in the world you would make $68 in a few days. Anyway, the panhandler found out pretty quickly that despite my English accent I am a New Yorker. I’m not often in the city on a Sunday but man do the tourists have my sympathy, it isn’t just panhandling, it is in your face aggressive panhandling.
Anyway, I have to stop now because it is late and I need to get to bed. The pair of us had dinner and a bit of fun with the waiter. And before I finish let me add, he was a great New Yorker. During our meal he comes over with a carry out dish and said “I heard you mention the train you were getting and they just announced it”. Now Pixie’s train wasn’t a definitive, but we both thought that it was so nice gesture to look out for your fellow human being that way. We relaxed a bit and Pixie got the next train instead.
It was a great day though. Lately I have had a lot of stress and I couldn’t think of a better way to relax for a while than to hang out with my buddy. Next time though I’m sending myself an email to remind me of why I need to spank her.
There might be diction and grammatical errors in this post, but I will fix them tomorrow, I’m tired right now I might even elaborate a bit more in a later post, I did kind of whip this one together pretty quickly to get it done tonight.
There are times when real life issues take more precedence over frivolous activities, and lately this has applied to me. I’m not coming on here to announce a break or anything, but there maybe periods where, like this week for instance, there are more important issues to take care of.
A short while ago my brother and I acquired the knowledge that our mom was poorly, and yesterday we were given a rough timeline of what we should expect. In situations like this there is never a definitive time frame, and the one you are given can in fact prolong for far longer than was expected. Needless to say though, our mom has been informed that there are not many months left. If there is a positive, and she has been hospitalized for a week now, it is that she is not in any pain. One can only hope that when she comes home next week that will continue until the time comes.
In regards to that it has been a pretty tough week in the guilt department. Not guilt in the sense of any regrets, none at all in that area, but guilt from the fact that my brother has had to do everything and I’m not there to assist him. Funny enough when I spoke to him yesterday in what was supposed to make me feel better about the situation, actually made me feel even guiltier.
What I am able to offer him is relief from the stress associated with this. From America I can call all of the members of our mom’s family, which, for obvious reasons, you can only imagine is a stressful time. As much as that isn’t my favorite activity, I know that he is more than happy for me to have that one. I’m able to be there for him as well at the times he needs. The two of us have a very close bond, and of course I know that we are related, but I have called him my best friend practically my whole life. And finally I am in a position where I can relieve some of the financial burden from them. We aren’t talking anything grandiose, but it is something that I can provide. That was actually where the guilt set in yesterday, when he told me how much that last part has helped him, not having to have that additional worry of finances. Of course I was able to read into that, that this situation has taken a toll on him a bit. Like I said, we aren’t talking a big deal here, but he doesn’t have to worry about finding 50 quid from somewhere to buy a commode, and I can understand the type of relief that would come from that.
I’m not into using this blog to write about morbid things, but there are times where events in real life are more important. This is one of those situations where real life is going to have more importance than the blog pr playful correspondence. I will still continue to share my vast collection of rare spanking pics as frequently as I can, perhaps with not as much prose attached to them until things are sorted out. At least if I don’t post you will be aware that I haven’t disappeared, it is just that there are other pressing matters going on at present.
In regards to spanking though, I found this funny picture on Ebay this week, which gives a whole new meaning to the term “Self Spanking”. Even though it is only a cartoon, that is one dreadfully naughty girl right there Perhaps one of my German friends can translate this for us?