This morning I was going through an old folder and I saw a bunch of pretty poor spankings taking place on a beach. Some of these images have sat on my drive for 15 years or more, so I grabbed them all together to share with you today. Just be aware that there are no world beaters amongst this bunch, but someone might enjoy them for what they are.
As you well know, I have been spending this week promoting my eBook. I’ll be honest, I was very happy with the initial response, aside from someone giving it a two star rating on Amazon, lol. But when it comes to reading numbers, it has been very positive, especially as I am a brand new author with no clout, so my book isn’t even being recommended anywhere yet.
Since I put the book out I have been very busy. The ‘Mother ‘Spanks’ series is currently at 20,000 words and it should be done by the end of the month, but in the meantime I have also been writing some short stories which I hope to have completed by the end of this week.
The above mentioned stories will all be brand new spanking stories. So far I have finished two of them and I will write a 3rd today, and hopefully by tomorrow I will have a 4th one done. The topic of this book is going to be ‘Discovering Spanking’. They will all be accounts of the first time someone was spanked as an adult. The spankings are lighter in nature, but I am enjoying writing them. Look for that book by the weekend.
Rich,
The first pic, an airborne beach spanking is positively the real deal! Best gem of the bunch! The third reminds me of a Popeye cartoon where Popeye piles up his nephews and spanks the top one and the spank goes through the lower one onto the lowest, so they all feel the impact! Lastly, what was it with vacation spots and spanking? There were always paddles at every souvenir shop and I’m talking way back, not to mention spanking references on post cards like those shown. Seems vacations brought the kinky with them.
True hoard of gems, as always! Thanks!
Jim
Jim,
That first pic was the one that I was going to post today, but then I looked at the folder for other old beach pics. Quite frankly the rest of them would never have got posted unless I included them in this post. As I have always said, even though a spanking image might not look like much to me, they are likely to always trigger someone with some happy thoughts. I have thought about writing a souvenir paddle story, but that genre has been covered already by a couple of spanking authors and I don’t really want to encroach on their ideas. There is a story there to be told though, I just need to make it a brand new concept.
Rich
Rich,
As far as souvenir paddle stories, saying someone owns that already is like saying someone owns the Grand Canyon.
Just to illustrate that point, I am sharing 4 anecdotes of real life that I have experienced because of those paddles. As they are mine any story contrived from them would be alright with me as I don’t care about those other stories other than to read and enjoy other’s views.
First-When I first started dating this girl, I found out she smoked, and I hated that. She quit for me (wrong reason to quit) so I took her on a vacation to reward her quitting. On that vacation we had our first real fight, and it was a doozey. We had been shopping all morning, and I thought we were done, she was just getting warmed up. We rushed back to the hotel through this Caribbean city, each trying to outpace the other and prove who was the maddest. When we arrived at our hotel, I noticed the souvenir paddle I had purchased was missing. I thought I had dropped it out of the bag in my haste to get back. I was bummed. The next day, after we made up, my girlfriend admitted she had hidden the paddle as she was afraid I would use it on her. WE were 26 at the time and I had never laid a hand on her. I married that gal and we are still together 40 years later. No, I won’t say if that paddle was ever used, THAT would be telling!
2nd- I love to antique shop. I found this old Cedar Point paddle at this one shop. When I bought it, the pretty young woman at the register said, isn’t it good they don’t use these anymore? I looked at her like she had two heads, but did NOT say what I wanted to. Another time I purchased another paddle and an angel. I told the older woman at the register one was for my wife when she was good, one was for when she was bad. She gave me the same treatment, as if I had two heads! LOL!
Third-I had to deliver something to a woman’s house which required that I go in and have papers signed. She was kneeling on a pillow typing at her typewriter (does that age me?) . Anyways, she goes on to tell me that she had taken the kids to the zoo that morning and her car was stolen. Her husband had expressly forbidden her to take the Cadillac as it would get stolen. She asked me what I would do if my wife did that. I joyfully told her that I’d send her to our room for a very sound, pants-down spanking.
She looked at me like her eyes would explode. She queried, “You really would?” and I replied I would and that her husband had every right to do the same. It was at that moment I saw the paddle hanging just a few feet away from where she knelt. I saw it, she saw that I saw it, and her eyes went to the floor. I drove home smiling ear to ear. That little lady was cute as a button.
Finally, Fourth- I grew up in a family where all the cousins spent almost every weekend together. We were close, but we always went to the same houses to gather. Years later, after I had married, I finally went to one of my cousin’s family home that I had not been to for years, and on their refrigerator’ door was hung a paddle with the “Little Deer with the Bear Behind” on it. I later learned it was used on one of my cousins when she was still in college! Never really confirmed, but who would confirm it?
There are 4 anecdotes, all true to the best of my memory, and all could be a story well written by someone who cared. Just saying, two people could watch Jenny Maxwell get spanked by Elvis and yet write two completely different views of that scene.
There must have been millions of those paddles sold over the years all over the world. I bought one in several foreign countries. Think of the stories they could tell. It’s like the simple ping pong paddle. How many bottoms got to feel that thin rubber coated piece of wood over the years in fun and punishment! It would be endless!
If you got a story-write it! Don’t worry about some else who say the Grand Canyon. They never saw it with your eyes!
Just my two and a half cents worth!
This is actually the second time I’m trying to post this, your robo-watchdog keeps blocking me.
Hope number three is coming along swimmingly!
Jim
Jim,
Honestly, that robo-watchdog thing gets on my tits, lol. The same thing happens to me whenever I make a post. I have to type it up in Word and then paste it from there, and hope I can get the images in before it times out. I can’t even schedule posts anymore because the watchdog prevents them from posting. For the comment section, and I am sure you have worked this out already, but before I click submit I copy what I wrote, then simply paste it so that it doesn’t vanish.
The third book is coming along nicely. Right now I have about 13,500 words and I want to get it somewhere around 22,000 to 25,000. One story is complete, other than tidying it up in the post draft. The other three stories all come in at around 3,300 or so words. So what I plan is to write a second chapter to each of them of a similar length. That would bring the book to about 23,000 words. Hopefully I will be finished by the end of the week. Three of the four stories are brand new, and the 4th is taken from the blog, but it will be tripled in length from what I posted (Need a ride home), and of course revamped, so it will feel like a new story.
Part of my hesitancy in posting similar works to others is that I always like to try and be unique. One of the new stories is about a Headmistress who grew up in wealth, and she was sent away to boarding school. She recollects her experiences with ‘Matron’ to the student body counselor, and in turn gives her a hands on demonstration as to what it felt like to get Matron’s slipper. Another story is a funny one that I am enjoying writing. There is a rumor going around the neighborhood and the curious Susie has appointed herself ‘Detective’ to root out the truth. Of course we know what the rumor is, and Susie is determined to visit the scene of the spanki…, err, crime!! 🙂 I actually use that line in the story 😉 I already have the direction for part two that has a little twist. I will probably start the book with that story.
Rich