Fake News – Read all about it!!
So I don’t want to pull the wool over anyone’s eyes, the picture and the article are NOT related, I just added them together as a little bit of creative license and to add a little something to the original 1950 newspaper article. The newspaper article is a genuine one, I found it in several locations and it was syndicated among many newspapers in the USA. The image is a superlative image and it was unlikely to ever make a post on its own, but I figured I could get some use out of it by including it with an article.
As for the article itself, do I believe that this happened in 1950? Actually, I do!! You have to remember that the urges for a person with a spanking tendency would have been as strong in the 1950s as they are today, but back then they would have had little to no resources whatsoever. We are a bit spoiled that way, and in fact the younger generation have never had to experience what us older folks went through when we grew up.
In the late 70s and early 80s, while there was no Internet, we did have spanking magazines, really expensive videos, lol, and in London there were professional services available. There were even parties in London, though perhaps not as we would envision a spanking party nowadays. I literally went to just one in the 1980s and it was a horrible affair for me. I’m not saying that there was anything wrong with the party, it just wasn’t what my imagination had craved for. It mostly consisted of really old men walking around carrying canes and a distinct lack of female attendees. The whole experience was new to me and from what I could see there was more Male/Male caning going on than there was Male/Female. Obviously we all have our own spanking preferences before the spanking Karen’s go on a self righteous trip, and at the time my mindset was much more suited to an American style of play than it was to a cane and thrash session like it was in England.
In fact I have probably not said this before, but my spanking desires were very subdued in the UK when I grew up, because the vision that I had was not the vision that was being presented. It was only when I came to America did my eyes open and my mind screamed “YES, this is exactly what it means to me”. One day I hope to get back there, back to a time when it was fun and enjoyable for me. By withdrawing from this scene I actually think that it will once again become fun one day, and that will happen by going back to the grass roots. Meeting up with people one on one, going to small parties with friends, and I think most importantly, remaining rigidly independent and avoiding the mob mentality.
Anyway, please enjoy the article, and if you are only here to snaffle it and present it as your own find, at least be courteous and let the people know that the image and the article are separate entities.