My hope is that wherever you are in the world that you had a wonderful holiday celebration with your family. I held on to my gift right until Christmas day, just for old times sake. I was one happy man when I opened it, that’s for sure. Pixie had sent me a lovely collection of treats from a British shop, and I was all out of Branston Pickle so I was chuffed to bits that there was a jar of that in the goodie box. There were even some Jammie Dodgers in there and I haven’t had one of those in decades 🙂
So this week I am preparing the 7th annual interview that Dana Specht and I conducted back in April. Yes, another of the casualties from my busy year was not being able to edit the video up until now. Thankfully though, despite my procrastination, Dana tweeted a pic this week, and I guess I should be thankful that I didn’t make her naughty list 😉
Speaking of naughty lists, did any of you make the naughty list this year? If so I sure hope that you got a good spanking for it. Talking of Christmas spankings, if you go to David Pierson’s TWITTER PAGE, you can find a whole series of spanking videos that I recorded with Punished Brats back in the day where I got to play Santa. Just click the highlighted link and enjoy, there is lots to watch. And be sure to pay a visit to Punished Brats as well.
It is hard to believe, but today marks the 10 year anniversary of this blog. Started on December 23rd, 2006, I actually made my first post the very next day on the 24 of December, 2006. Over the years many blogs have come and gone, but I have been fortunate enough that I have been allowed the time to maintain my one for a decade now.
As you are no doubt aware, this year hasn’t been the most productive in terms of posting as have the previous nine, but I intend on sticking it out for another ten years if I can. It is just one of those things, real life sometimes takes hold and my work schedule has reduced my posting activity this year.
Starting next week I will begin posting my annual top ten lists from the year, beginning with the ever popular top ten posts of 2016. There is always one post in particular that sticks out every year, but I’m not a stat whore so when I find out what it is, it will be as much of a surprise to me as it will be to you. One thing that I do know, because I did do a count on the story views/reads for the year, is that this year will mark the first year that the story of the first spanking that I ever gave is no longer the most read story in a calendar year.
It is really insane the amount of times the stories get read, even though some of them have been up for ten years. The stories alone are read 230 times a day combined, that’s 1600 times a week and 84,000 times a year. I think that it is telling me that I really should write more stories.
Anyway, more tomorrow, for now though I hope that you all enjoy the festive season no matter what holiday you celebrate, and may peace be upon you all.
This week I am doing a flashback to posts in previous years as I approach the ten year anniversary of this blog. The first spanking clip I thought was awesome when I found it, so much so that I bought the DVD. Such a haughty little madam 😉
This first clip is from the 1933 movie “Man of the Forest” featuring Randolph Scott spanking Verna Hillie. This is one of my favorite clips, especially the way that he picks her up and then afterwards, threatens to spank her again if she kills him, lol 🙂
This next one is from the TV show “Rawhide” which had several spanking scenes throughout the years. In this one John Kerr spanks Roxanne Berard. Watch closely to see who is on one of the horses, it’s none other than a young Clint Eastwood playing ‘Rowdy Yates’.
Look who’s back!! As you may well know I have spent a significant portion of my time this year working on the road at our Boston office. I’m really happy to say that during the last ten days I have now closed that office up and I will no longer be required to go up to Boston. Because it is just a part of my working life I don’t think that I ever truly appreciated how much these trips took of my time. It’s good though because I want to get back to posting more frequently, and now I should have more time to do that.
Because I don’t get to take my normal vacation time I almost always have to take it at the end of the calendar year just to use it up. That means from Thursday of this week I will be off until the New Year, which will allow me to catch up on things that I have neglected. One of those items to be done is the last interview that I did with Dana Specht. Due to not being in communication on a frequent basis I missed her original summer trip, and as my time has been so precious I have yet to edit the video. So during my time off next week I will finally get to render the video.
Also, on Friday, it will mark the tenth year of this blog. Can you believe that? Now I know that this year hasn’t been my most productive, but I fully expect to have this blog for another ten years. In fact to get back in the swing of things and to celebrate 10 years of blogging, I am going to take a post of each of the last ten years and post them for the next ten days. It might stretch to eleven though as I will probably do something a little special for the anniversary.
The unfortunate part is that I haven’t taken any spanking pictures myself in forever. The last one was where I spanked Pixie at my workplace in front of the Empire State building, but other than that it has been an age. There are probably 200 pictures that I have taken with ellee that haven’t been posted, but these will all be from the same scenes, just different angles. Maybe I can go through my archives to find an unposted photo from years ago.
So first on the agenda is the third post I ever made on here where I tell a quick story of the first spanking that I ever gave back in 1979. Every year up until now this has been the most popular story by a country mile. Each January I give you my top ten lists for the year and this story has virtually double the number of views to the second story. That changed this year though, for the first time in ten years this story is no longer the most read story on this site. Just a side note with that, even though I haven’t posted as much this year, people continue to come here to read the stories in their droves. This year so far I have had 82,000 plus people just read the stories in the calendar year to date, which is in the region of over 200 times every day a story of mine is clicked on.
Anyway, it is a flashback story to start with. This story helped to shape a lot of who I am now and some of the things that I enjoy can be directly related to this original scene. It’s funny when I look back over the active years and how this story has helped me, and probably not, surprisingly, as people may expect. Because I have such a strong mindset in regards to spanking I know what it is that I enjoy, and alternatively what it is that doesn’t appeal to me.
So enjoy the story and I will be back tomorrow with another post, this time from 2007.
This story details the first spanking that I ever gave and holds a special place for me. The pictures in this story are taken from my two movies THE CHEEKY BABYSITTER and SCHOOLGIRL BLUES.
THE FIRST SPANKING
It is now 37 years ago that I officially began an actual life of spanking, a very fortunate experience that helped shape the person I am. At that point in my life I was very confused with my thoughts of spanking, certainly the beatings I suffered as a child were no source whatsoever to fuel those desires, and still I was fascinated by the whole thing. When you suffer at the hands of someone else for so long you develop a certain sense of survival skills, skills that aren’t measurable, but skills that nonetheless protect you from the outside world and the capability to form functioning relationships. The first time I ever trusted a girl to let her become my girlfriend wasn’t until I was 16 years old, that’s right, I had never sought to form a relationship with a girl until I was 16. Most of that came from the fact that I never wanted to subject anyone to my life, the fact that I spent every day of my life in fear, wondering whether this was going to be a good day, or a bad day.
Being that I began to work in the later months of my 15th year, and now at 16 working full time, it gave me new kinds of freedom that I had yet to experience. The institutionalized fear was still there, it had always been there so it was going to take many years to break the cycle of being mentally controlled, I would even go as far as to say that even at 48 years old there are still aspects that affect me when forming relationships. The defense mechanism that has always been present to prevent myself from getting hurt, it probably isn’t always a good thing; however it allows me to maintain control of myself and my own destiny.
When I started to work I formed a relationship with this girl who like myself, had had a very rough time growing up. She was also 16 and like most young people from council estates back in England at that time (1979) she was economically forced to earn her own keep and contribute as a financial source to the family. We actually hit it off really well and were very soon doing all the flirtatious teasing and immature things that young people do. Being that both of us were not in a position of wanting to introduce each other to the hidden aspects of our lives, we would spend our time hanging out in secluded areas. Sitting in parks at night, finding spots in vast fielded areas where we could hide and fool around, petting and groping and even just laying there snuggled up together.
A big part of the fooling around of course was my swatting her butt at every opportunity I had, there had never been any nudity up until that point other than hands going through clothing during the make out sessions, a blue ball nightmare if you ask me, lol. Still, any spanks that were landed were on her jeans, her skirt, her slacks, pretty much whatever she was wearing on any given day. She only ever put up token resistance and every time it happened it was always accompanied by roars of laughter and fun. The very first time that changed, and the image that I always associate with spanking, happened one day at her Mum’s house.
This was the first time that I had ever been in her Mum’s house and even to this day I don’t recall where her Mum was that day. All I do remember is that she had invited me to come to her house after work as we would be able to have a couple of hours inside a house for once, instead of sitting in a park or a secluded field. We rode our bikes the two miles or so and entered her house through the backyard, in hindsight this was perhaps because she didn’t want any nosy neighbours catching her bringing a boy home and then having to explain that to her Mum. In no time at all the two of us were laying on the couch making out, my hormones raging as I held one hand onto the back of her head and the other grasping her bottom underneath her skirt.
The petting was hot and heavy and my mind was only in one place, was this going to be the first time we went all the way? At some point in the proceeding she literally had to push me off her as she made some excuse about getting a drink, at my age now I completely understand that she was probably fighting the urge just as hard as I was,and in her situation being that it was her Mum’s house I don’t blame her for one minute. So yet again I was left with the complete frustration that all teens go through as I waited patiently for her to return. When she returned, instead of sitting next to me she sat on the edge of the couch that we were making out on.
I was like a rampant bull though, watching her sit there flustered and sipping at a glass of water I edged myself over to where she was. There was nothing stopping my desire to continue with our make out session though, and very soon my hands were all over this girl who had suddenly turned into the ice queen. I’m not sure if it was her teasing, or whether or not she just knew that she shouldn’t carry on, but all of my advances were being rejected completely. The next thing she did is the one that has plagued my mind for 37 years though, it was the thing that set in motion my real life experiences in the spanking world and forms an image that I always want to seem to create.
As my amorous self continued to try and persuade my prey, something bratty came into her mind, it seemed obvious that she felt I needed cooling down a bit and she poured a decent amount of water over my head. At first I was stunned until she let out a rapturous laugh, and then I didn’t even stop to think about what I was going to do. I unceremoniously hauled her off the arm of the couch and straight across my lap, the glass holding the remains of the water flying across the floor. Now I had never done anything like this before with her, everything that we had done had been with disheveled clothing, but this time without even thinking I immediately raised her short skirt in a flash.
My eyes bulged; there, beneath me is this squirming girl whose bottom is covered by these flimsy white nylon panties and a hand that is furiously working to either pull down her skirt, or to stop my hand descending upon her bottom by trying to cover it, even perhaps just trying to maintain a little dignity and not allow me to stare at her uncovered rear. Now I obviously knew that what she was wearing was of some type of silky material as my hand had been groping it for 20 minutes or so, but this was the first time that I got to see her whole bottom in all it’s glory, anything prior to that had been quick little glimpses and peeks of her bra, her undies, her thigh, this was actually the first time that I had seen her lower half completely uncovered, save for her panties of course.
Now that I have had many experiences in the spanking world I realize that what I did next would not be an acceptable practice, but I was only 16 years old at the time and didn’t know any better. I raised my hand and brought it down onto her bottom and continued spanking the seat of her panties until she was able to push herself off of me, perhaps only a total of 20 smacks before she hit the floor. God if I only knew then what I knew now as she screamed at me “You arsehole”, then looked at the floor and said in a frightened tone “Look at this mess”
It was like the spanking never took place as we scampered to get paper towels to clean up the water. I’m sure at some point soon the water would have just dried, but it wasn’t doing so at the precise moment that we were trying to clean it. The best remedy we were able to come up with was to place the footstool over the wet area. Before long any amorous desires had left and very shortly I was also out of the door leaving behind a pretty distraught young lady, as I got on my bike and just rode around not wanting to go home. As much as I was mad that there was a possibility that she was going to get in trouble, the main thought that kept playing itself over and over in my mind was hauling her off the arm of the sofa and flipping up her skirt. Not only did I think about it all that night, I still think about it to this day. Whenever I spank a girl and I lift up her skirt, if she is wearing some form of bikini styled white nylon/silk panties then the pinnacle of my spanking world is revisited, and the session always turns into a very enjoyable one for me. Its amazing how one small act can have such a powerful effect on one person’s life.
After that event our relationship went downhill from there, we did see each other every day but we started to hang out less and less. Eventually she left her Mum’s house and ended up in a young girl’s shelter with 50 or so other troubled young ladies. I visited her there a few times but it wasn’t long before we no longer worked together and stopped seeing each other altogether. After having my own troubles for several years I did bump into her just one time, she was now 21, Married and had 3 children including a set of twins. Now that I have emigrated to America I do still wonder if everything turned out alright for her. My next piece will cover a very long dry spell, and coming to terms with the fact that I thought I was a total freak for having these spanking desires.
It has been far too long, hasn’t it? Just the other day I was thinking about my top ten lists for the year and then laughed at myself wondering if I have even made ten posts this year.
It’s just one of those things, my life is just very busy right now. Between my normal work and running back and forth to Boston every other week to close an office there, I’m not getting much time to myself. So as I once again hit the road this week I thought that I really should get something up for you all to enjoy.
If you want to keep up to date you can always follow me on Twitter, I’ll be out of town for the next week so unless I use my phone to post it might be a quiet week on here. MY TWITTER FEED.
So for this week I am going to delve into my archive for a play not posted here before, though I am sure Harry has either posted it or will do so in the near future.
This reminds me of the spanking scene in the film ‘Nice Girl’ with Robert Benchley and Ann Gillis. Certainly the outfit of the spankee is the same, nice thick housecoat, pajamas and probably panties as well. Come on guys, you need me to demonstrate for you?
It is 6am and I’m getting ready for work, but as I noted earlier I want to find the time to keep the blog updated as much as I can. So please pardon the shortness of the post, but I do want to get you something today.
As you can see from this post from the 1970’s, it takes three bullies to pin this girl down, though to be honest, she doesn’t seem to be putting up much of a struggle.
I’m a bit of a weird one, and this picture would explain exactly why. There is a definite touch of ‘Happy birthday to you’ going on here, but as to whether it is really a birthday spanking, nobody really knows.
Now why am I weird? It is because my vision goes far beyond what is a pretty average spanking pic to be honest with you. Let’s start with the biggest eye catcher of all, the dude’s shirt is frigging awesome man. Dollar signs that would no doubt merge into a small two color pattern via the Western piping. A dash of piping on the pocket, that is one seriously good looking shirt. I can see some head scratching going on here, but you have to remember that I am a big fan of the 1950’s and I know a good shirt when I see one.
The year is 1959, but I would have pretty much known that even if the date wasn’t on there. Why is that? It is because of the pencil skirt. As a spanko a pencil skirt always detracts from a spanking pic for me, because the imagination stops there. There is no chance in hell that you can picture that skirt coming up. I think that this is the reason that I dislike Kiss Me Kate spanking pics so much. First of all I’m not a big fan of period clothing to start with, but then you throw in a spanking and I can’t get my head around that it is nothing more than symbolic because the girl wouldn’t even feel a thing. That’s why I like the earlier 1950’s photos where there is at least a puncher’s chance that the skirt could come up. In my world even a birthday spanking should at least be given over the panties.
Anyway, here is the photo. I also happened to notice that he is wearing Argyle socks, a nameplate bracelet and the time is 7 minutes past 11, I’m just a tad obsessive 🙂
I’m not sure if I mentioned this last year, or nearly two years ago now, but there was a time where I was going to have to move to Boston for work. It was one of those things that I stuck out and if the move happened then it happened.
Well I have spent most of the last three weeks in Boston, but rather than moving there, I’m actually up there closing our Boston office. Obviously a man has to work, unless you were lucky enough to be given a silver spoon to eat from for the rest of your life, but I have to admit that I am really happy to be closing that office as I love New York like you wouldn’t believe. Every day I go to work in New York and no word of a lie, I see the skyline each morning and nighttime, and I make sure to look at it and smile. It is like the first time that I flew over New York way back in 1985. I am so incredibly lucky.
Anyway, through one thing or another the Boston work crew is now a skeleton crew so between now and Christmas I will spend most of my work week there until I have cleared it out. So in a nutshell that means that I need to start pulling my finger out and updating ahead of time so that you guys have something to look at each week.
So to start with this week, when I got back from Boston last night I watched the new Shadowlane video up on Hot Movies. That Violet October is a very cute girl, looks like I have missed my Shadowlane calling for a little while I think, lol. The movie is called THE SPANKING GIRL and you can purchase it at Shadowlane by clicking the highlighted text.
Alternatively, if you are an “In demand” person like I am, you can skip the queue and watch it right now over on Hot Movies. I’ve been a member of this site for years now, just pay your $20 or whatever you decide and then use your minutes watching whatever you want. Best subscription I have ever used because I am in charge of what I watch.
October the 9th already and I haven’t posted this month yet? Alright, so the first week was during the first anniversary of my mom losing her battle with cancer, so I posting wasn’t the top of my list of things to do. The rest of the small amount of free time that I have, well I have to be honest with you, FIFA 17 came out two weeks ago and I’ve used my free time playing it. For shame I know, but we all have to have a hobby, don’t we.
This week I am delving into the archive to bring you something unique. Have to ask you a question though, because I took the liberty to flip the picture horizontally to make it look like a right handed spanking, does it bother you as well when seeing spanking photos?
I’ve included the original so that you can not only see them both, but also you can see the work that I have to put in to clean the photos up. Stay tuned, I have an awful lot coming up real soon.
This photo is from Athens in 1950 and will be added to my spanking folder “MIND OF HER OWN”
I’ve been trying to cram everything in that I can this weekend, which is a little bit tough because Ebay have a sellers promotion running right now and I have to try and get as much listed by the time that I go to bed tonight as I can. There is this mass of photos that have individual value and I want them all up today. I won’t spam you with them, but as it is a hobby of mine and I’m likely to make a career out of it, here are a couple of preview pics of some of the items I have listed this week. The spanking stuff continues below these photos from the 1940’s.
Even at 53 years old, there is one video game that I play. It is release week this week for the 2017 version but it has been a real cluster. I paid out $100 for the super deluxe version of FIFA 17, eagerly awaited the web app that comes with the game and is vital for building your team before the game starts, only to find out that they only invited a select few to the web app. It is quite a community storm because now, a large portion of players are going to have a major advantage on those of us who can’t get in. Mind you, at my age and with my reflexes, it wouldn’t have mattered much anyway 🙂
Right, spanking time!! How many of you dread those words?
I’ve kept my time on Fetlife down to a minimum this week since rejoining. I’ll pop in there from time to time to say hello and of course there are a lot of old friends who want to keep up, but I won’t be there for very long each day. I just need to have the profile active and ready. Today actually I posted the last spanking picture that I took when Pixie and I visited the city and I spanked her with the Empire State building as the backdrop.
Now for the weekly Sunday spanking photo ans as is normal for a Sunday, I’m going for a MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS spanking pic. Now I know the story, and I know what happens, but my mind wants to think that her friend behind her has just had a helpful suggestion that she thinks will improve the spanking. Perhaps a hairbrush?