Windsor Sunday Candids – 78

A few years ago I made a post called THE MONA FREEMAN COLLECTION. If you click on the highlighted link you will find two spanking photos from the movie DEAR BRAT, and then a further three photos from the movie DEAR RUTH, two setup photos and one spanking one.

From the comments on that post it would appear that a spanking scene was filmed for Dear Ruth, but the scene did not make the final movie cut.

Now I have come across a good number of performances for Dear Ruth in plays, but until recently I had not found one that contained a spanking scene, leading me to believe that there is not one written into the play.

Perhaps in Istrouma, LA in 1954 there was a traditionalist who had the original source material and kept the spanking scene in there. This isn’t something that I know for sure, I am purely speculating based on the comments that were left for Dear Ruth that there was originally a spanking scene in the movie script. Perhaps some fellow observers of historic movie spankings can add to this post.

Anyway, here is the photo from the 1954 play. What I like about the image, other than the obvious spankable target, is that the other hand of the guy doing the spanking has a hold of the wrist of the girl being spanked. A bit of an unconventional method, but it seems to do the trick. The only question I have is that I don’t know which hand belongs to the spanker and which hand belongs to the person behind. The person behind is either making a STOP sign and the spankers hand is in motion and is flat, or the person behind has a hold of the spankers wrist. It looks like the former, but common sense says it is the latter.

This will be added to my VARIOUS SCHOOL PLAYS folder.

P.S. I also found a different copy of this image in a folder sent to me by Will@gotham56 so I will give him a shout out as well.

Windsor Wednesday Classic – 133

If I’m being honest, I was a little disappointed at the lack of feedback on my milestone 100th MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS spanking pic. I’m not a stat or comment whore, but I was expecting at least some to share my enjoyment over the milestone, but there was none, neither on here or Twitter or Fetlife. (Click on the links for my profiles on each)

When you run a primarily M/F spanking blog it is the norm, so you get used to it. You have to understand that going in otherwise it could get frustrating. As I have said many times though, I would much rather that I move someone enough that they feel that they wish to contribute, rather than people feeling obliged to contribute. So perhaps I need to evaluate whether these types of images are as important to others as they are to me.

Of course I will keep posting them, I’m just thinking that maybe I should spend more time focusing on other areas as a first choice. The SPANKING STORIES for example are the most popular feature on this site by a country mile, and that is one area that I really need to improve on. The vintage photos are a hobby of mine and I will keep collecting them regardless, even if it is just for my private collection.

My feature this week is of course one of my favorites, the subject of BIRTHDAY SPANKINGS.

As an Englishman this was a foreign concept to me when I moved to America. When I first came here in 1985 I was like 99.9% of other English people, the concept was something that was entirely unheard of. That summer I witnessed a birthday spanking for the first time, and then was fortunate to give perhaps the lamest birthday spanking anyone has ever given that same year.

I can only imagine if that concept existed in England when I grew up, just imagining all of the girls that I knew getting a spanking. When you think of the butterfly effect I am perhaps lucky that it didn’t exist, I’m almost certain that I would have never made it to the States had it been in existence. This all ties into my image for today as you will soon read about.

Before the photo though, here are some fictional birthday spanking stories that I have written. The format follows the same for each of them, an exploration into spanking, and of course every girl gets the seat of her NYLON PANTIES warmed 🙂

3 GIRLS – PART 1

BIRTHDAY SPANKING FOR LAURA

JANE’S BIRTHDAY SPANKING

NEED A RIDE HOME

A SIMPLE BIRTHDAY SPANKING

Now before the spanking police doing an investigation, the note attached to this image does not explicitly say “Birthday spanking”. The note says “Sorry about the spanking, Carmen”. So this is either a playful spanking or indeed a birthday spanking, the actual details are unknown.

What is known though is that the young lady, Carmen, was an exchange student from Spain spending her senior year of 1964 in Texas. So if this is a birthday spanking then all of what I have written above would apply, this would have been a foreign concept to her. From what we can see in the image as well, it’s not like she is protesting too much either.

If you study the picture intently as I do, you will see that she is partially over the laps of at least three people, two of which are in the process of spanking her. The guy on the right also appears to have her arm up her back and if his hand isn’t a spanking hand then I don’t know what is. How many people spanked her I wonder? If it is a birthday spanking I feel pretty sure that she got all 18 at the least judging on her position.

Welcome to America, Carmen!!

Streetcar Sundays – 100

Today is something that I consider to be quite a milestone on this blog, the one hundredth episode of my MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS spanking series. It is an achievement that makes me very happy knowing the amount of time and effort that I have put into creating this series, along with all of the other series’ that I have going on.

A large portion of these finds have been through paid archive sites and it is a hobby that always brings me excitement whenever I find something new. In regards to the Streetcars pics, I still have about 90 or so yet to post, so I expect that this series will eventually reach 200 photos.

The photo today is one that I have been saving for a while now. In my memory bank I do believe that I have seen a lower quality version of this photo before, but I can’t find it on the Internet anywhere. Nonetheless I do believe that I have seen it at some point.

With that said, the copy that I have for you, to the best of my knowledge, is going to be the best version yet on the Internet if it does indeed exist anywhere. In fact I have the entire page in a PDF format that is huge. If anyone wants a copy of the full sized version of the newspaper sheet then just email me at richardofwindsor@gmail.com and I will be more than happy to share the unedited version. This picture came from an $80 subscription that I paid for so I WANT people to enjoy it 🙂

In regards to the pic below from Madison HS in Mansfield, OH, it is also larger that what you see here. To view the bumper sized version just right click on the image itself and select ‘Open image in new tab’. That will open the image into a full sized version.

So I hope that you will join me in enjoying the achievement of posting 100 MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS spanking photos, it is a labor of love that has made me very happy and long may it continue.

Windsor Wednesday Classic – 132

Before I post a photo from a play, I always check over on MAINSTREAM SPANKING first to see whether or not Harry has already posted the same photo. We collect independently of each other, but we both search the same source material so we are likely to overlap. However, Harry has been collecting longer than I have so more often than not he is going to have photos that I don’t have. Many times I have photos that are not in his collection, but more often than not it is the other way around.

In the past, and you will notice that I hardly mention it anymore, but in the past it used to annoy the snot out of me that other spanking bloggers would come to my site to rip off my finds for their own sites without so much as a mention. The main reason for that is that their readers were being denied a plethora of unseen spanking material by having no link provided in return. That is why I always link to Harry’s site if we have crossover material, because the whole purpose of what we do is to share our spanking finds with the community. So while I am not using his material, I’m also not going to deny my audience the opportunity to see the finds that Harry has that I might not have.

Of course the other reason was to do with the work that we put in to find and edit the photos. I could be searching for four hours just to find one pic, just for someone to come onto my site for a few seconds and say “I’ll take that, and that, oh, and that one as well” and then claim not to know where the pics came from, lol.

It took me a while to get past that annoyance, but I had to keep reminding myself why I do this, and that is to share the love with the spanking community. So as long as I keep my own ethical approach I know eventually people will find out the source of the material in the end. So hopefully my personal ethics will eventually rub off on others and they will start using the same approach.

Actually I wasn’t even going to mention this, but talking of plagiarism has reminded me of when I first started in this lifestyle of ours. Would it be surprising to you that all I ever wanted initially was one photo of me spanking a girl? Initially that was all I ever wanted, I had no idea that I would end up taking hundreds of photos and appear in a dozen or more films, all I ever wanted was one photo for my personal collection. The photo below was the very first spanking photo that I appeared in with the delightful Amber ‘Pixie’ Wells.

In fact, just by chance, you can see from the note on the photo that this would have happened 15 years ago tomorrow.

Anyway, I posted this photo in a private MSN group back in the day, and the very same day that I posted it, some guy took it, reposted it everywhere else, and claimed that it was a photo of him and his neighbor!! Then took the plaudits that came in for the photo. That was my first experience in public view, someone claimed that Pixie and I were actually this guy and his neighbor.

Another time, and this would have been before the photo above, I had written a story on a public site. Not long after that I was reading the stories from other people, when all of a sudden one of my stories appeared under the name of someone else, only the character names and implements had changed. When I posted a WTF, at least in this instance the guy admitted that he loved my story so much that he wanted to make it more personalized for himself. He wasn’t a bad dude, and he apologized for not asking first.

Anyway, I rambled a little bit there, but it was just to show you how I have moved on from annoyances in the past and how I hope to lead by example moving forward,.

My Wednesday Classic this week is from the play ACT YOUR AGE. As mentioned above, I checked Harry’s site and he has indeed posted a copy of this photo, however we are both posting different edits of the photo. His version features the spanking and the girls standing by the side, while I opt for the full panoramic version including the whole set.

This is one of the photos that generally tickles me. There is nothing I enjoy more than seeing a bunch of girls standing around laughing as their friend gets spanked. Believe it or not it happens at spanking parties as well, you will see so many girls thrown under the bus by other girls that it can be quite amusing. As you can see here from Portland, CT, there are five girls who are finding it quite funny because someone is getting spanked that isn’t them. Let’s hope that karma caught up to these girls in 1952.

Streetcar Sundays – 99

Episode number 99 of the MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS spanking series. I was hoping to find a beauty for number 100 but I haven’t found it yet, but I still have a week to go.

As you are probably aware, I went to Iceland a couple of weeks ago. This trip was initially planned for both my brother and myself in what was going to be the first of several vacation trips we had planned. Later in 2019 we were also going to go to Japan for the Rugby World Cup. So it was a bit bittersweet to go to Iceland alone, and once I returned I wanted a little time to myself. I’m back again now though so look for daily updates.

I’m still going to go back to Japan later this year, though the Rugby World Cup is out as all the tickets have been sold. What I want to do this year is go to Osaka, Kyoto, Hiroshima and Nagoya after a couple of days in Tokyo to acclimatize. So my plan is to base myself in Osaka and take day trips from there. I’m also going to do one of two things this year, either do a stopover in Beijing on the way to Japan, or, once I get to Japan I will take a flight and spend 4 or 5 days in Seoul, South Korea.

Tokyo was an amazing trip and there is still so much to see in Japan that I am just as excited to go back, there is so much peace there and one can escape the daily hate.

My Streetcars pic this week is from Draper, NY in 1959, and below that are just a few pics that I took while I was in Iceland.

Windsor Sunday Candids – 77

I’m currently in Reykjavík so I am posting this from my phone. Apologies if it doesn’t format correctly. This is a continuation from the birthday spanking photo I posted earlier in the week that was pretty popular.

This birthday spanking is from 1951 and judging from the girl’s position, she is no stranger to this method.

Birthday Spanking In Pajamas – WWC 131

I’m off to Iceland today guys, I will have my iPhone and iPad with me so I should be able to post updates from Iceland. Also, my intention is to book my trip to Vegas today for next month as well. As mentioned in a previous post I will be doing my annual interview with Dana Specht and I’m seeking questions to ask her. In return for asking a question you can get 56 vintage F/M pics that don’t get posted anywhere if that floats your boat. SEE THAT POST HERE.

Today, for my Windsor Wednesday Classic number 131, we take a trip to one of my favorite topics, birthday spankings. This is a great one as well because it leaves a lot to the imagination that allows you to create your own scenario.

MY BIRTHDAY SPANKING STORIES

What do you suppose is playing out here? A daughter on the way to college getting her final birthday spanking in front of her friend? Or perhaps, and this is my favorite, her friend has stayed over to help her move and it is the friend getting the birthday spankings from the dad? The upstairs neighbor coming to borrow some milk, AGAIN!! Or perhaps a niece is staying over?

Which scenario do you think is playing out? Most of the time I get very few comments, but I think a lot of that is because people don’t know where the comment box is. So I have made it easy, just click on the YOUR COMMENTS image below and you will be taken to straight to the comments section.

For you older folks out there like me, how many of you also thought that maybe this is Chrissie Evert’s tennis coach giving her some final early morning instructions 🙂

This will be added to my WINDSOR’S BIRTHDAY SPANKINGS collection.

Click on the box above to leave a comment.

Windsor Sunday Candids – 76 – The Spanking Auction

Can you imagine, in 2019, in a world full of social justice warriors, that this scenario would even remotely fly? I would dare say that this would become a national outrage within days with every social justice group trying to claim a piece of the prize.

The scene was set at Wolcott High School, Connecticut in 1976. The senior class raised funds by auctioning off girls, throwing a pie into the face of the social studies tutor, and perhaps most importantly for this blog, they even bought spanking rights for that same tutor to spank one of the senior girls.

Remember, this is 1976. Just imagine if this happened in 2019!! Auctioning off girls? Buying a teacher OTK spanking rights to apply to one of the students. I can think of four or five social justices causes that would have their hackles up almost immediately.

Being that I am Richard Windsor and spanking is my life, I do have one question that I hope could be answered somewhere along the line. How long do you suppose the spanking rights lasted for? I bet there was some pretty studious marking of social studies test scores. 🙂

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

The Spanking Machine

All that I ask is that you be kind to me with this story. Today I was going through an old external drive and I found a spanking story that I wrote 15 years ago in 2003. The chances are, unless you are a Windsor stalker, lol, that hardly any of you would have read the story. It was on a spanking site for a few years but it disappeared over a decade ago.

Of course 15 years ago I couldn’t write for shit either, and I’m sure some would say the same now. So while the nucleus of the original story remains, large portions of it were rewritten or added to, so much so that the story is 50% longer now than when I started editing it.

There’s an old saying though, you can put lipstick on a sow, but it is still a sow. Regardless THOUGH, I do hope that some of you find a way to enjoy a new spanking story that will probably appear a little bit amateurish. BTW, I found the image below on the web, if it is yours then please let me know and I will credit you.

THE SPANKING MACHINE

Sal was a carpenter by trade who took on many private assignments, one such assignment that he was currently working on was from a video company for him to produce a computerized spanking machine. His knowledge of computer technology was good, but he had enlisted an expert to assist in the project.

Stephanie had been going steady with Sal for 18 months now. Though spanking was not a part of Sal and Stephanie’s life, the spanking machine was something that intrigued her curiosity a lot. Sal was going away on a business meeting for a few days and Stephanie had the keys to his place. There was a curiosity itch that needed to be scratched, and curiosity had got to this cat.

One day when Sal was away and Stephanie had the day off, her plan was to involve a snooping mission at Sal’s place. As soon as she arrived at his place she went to the basement where the spanking machine was located. Sal had already told her that it was finished other than some varnishing, so naturally she wanted to show her appreciation for his workmanship, I mean, why else would she want to see the finished product? Once Stephanie made her way to the basement she found the manual for the spanking machine and started to flip through the pages. The manual explained all of the different levels and intensity of the settings, the wooden hand was programmed to land in 32 different strike zones, which, considering the size of it, would also strike multiple times in other zones, the machine would start slow and then quicken as it progressed based on the numbers that had been entered into it. Once programmed, there was a locking device which went over the waist tightly and a lock which pinned the right arm around the wrist.

Stephanie must have read the manual from front to back to make sure that she understood every single detail. Some would say perhaps, that in her mind she wanted to make fully sure that there was no chance of a malfunction. In hindsight, if she hadn’t skimmed over one section she would have been able to read about the important buttons that were situated on the left side of the panel. As the mechanical locking device came from her left side, it almost served as a body as it prevented her from moving that hand back. This was important for two reasons, firstly for a level of authenticity, but also because this was the hand to activate the emergency device buttons that were on the panel.

If Stephanie had read that part it might have saved her from the reading every page in the manual, especially as the thought only crossed her mind the moment she put her hand down her side and it was locked beside her hip. What if the machine malfunctioned, how would she get out? Those details were noted on page 23, the two emergency buttons on the control panel were as basic as they could be. One was to stop the machine, the second was to activate an emergency release on the locking device, a built in safety mechanism.

Stephanie pondered the machine and with a devilish grin she decided to try it out. With the controls she figured to be safe she would set it at medium, and as it had 32 areas of landing she chose 64 spanks, then finally set 2 minutes for the machine to be activated. She pulled her jeans down but decided to offer herself the protection of her pink nylon panties. Over the lap area of the machine she placed herself, wriggling to find the most comfortable position, she giggled and tried to remember how long it had been since she had been in this position, now in her early 20’s she knew it had been many years. Of course if she had remembered then she would have left her jeans up for sure, the only barrier her panties were going to provide was purely a psychological one.

The machine set into action, first her hand slotted into the lock by her waist for her wrist, which was then quickly followed by the lock going over her back. The lock kind of hurt a bit, but ten out of ten for construction, it effectively pinned her to a point where she could barely move her upper body. Only now did Stephanie begin to think this isn’t such a good idea as she looked over her shoulder awaiting the first swat. The thirty seconds remaining felt like thirty minutes as she stared as best should could. The wooden hand was only barely in her peripheral vision and the only thing she could really see was the crown of her upturned bottom. There was a whirring from the machine and Stephanie sucked on her bottom lip, half in anticipation and the other half in fear.

The spanking began, CRACK… “Yeoow, MOTHER OF PEARL” she screamed as the hard wooden hand slapped onto her right cheek, it stung like the dickens. WHACK, the fire then spread to her left cheek, she pulled at her hand to escape but there was no escaping, smack, smack, smack, smack, only six spanks in and already she was shouting out utterances of pain, if Stephanie had have known how much the wooden hand paddle would sting then the machine would have been set to mild instead of medium without a shadow of a doubt.

One thing was abundantly clear, the thin pink panties were of no consequence at all to the fearsome sting of the wooden hand. In no particular order the wooden hand warmed her fanny from the tops of her thighs right to the top of her panties, smack, whack, slap… OW, ouch, yeoow. Instinct told her to plead her case with a sorry, but what good would it do, slap, smack, spank,… ouch, ouch, ow. If anyone had of been walking past they would have assuredly thought that a naughty girl was getting her long overdue comeuppance.

The machine was now picking up pace and she hardly had enough time to finish an ouch before the next spank landed. She kicked her legs wildly and begged for the machine to stop, her ass was on fire and she had tears rolling down her cheeks, crack, whack, slap,… ooh, yowch, ow. Not that her panties had offered her any protection anyway, but with her wild gyrations they had now ridden up to a point that it was practically a bare bottom spanking.

The spanking machine abruptly stopped, Stephanie swiveled her hips to try and eliminate some of the sting as she impatiently waited for the machine to release her. Finally the locking devices unclamped and she was able to stand and almost immediately she furiously rubbed at her brightly glowing well spanked red seat. “Holy Shit” she exclaimed out loud as she rubbed tears from her eyes, I’ll be buggered if I try that again she thought as she went upstairs still rubbing her bottom with her jeans at her knees, making her shuffle her feet.

The first thing she saw was a dishcloth, Stephanie ran it under the cold water tap and placed the damp cloth over her well spanked rear end, it didn’t even occur to her at that point that she was still wearing her panties, such was the stinging sensation throbbing on top of her bottom. After the dishcloth was left in place for 5 minutes, Stephanie went to the hallway mirror to survey the damage, she just could not believe how bright scarlet her bottom was, she prayed it would not bruise too bad. Then her thoughts went back to that awful machine, Jesus Christ, how could I smile and think it would be a bit of fun, she chastised herself, while at the same time reminding herself to not let her curiosity ever get the better of her again. This was one lesson she never wanted repeated, EVER.

Part 2:  

Stephanie had returned to her home in Westchester County the following day before heading in to the City to work, she had packed some clothes and decided to stay over at Sal’s in Brooklyn that night. Her friend Juliette lived in Brooklyn also, so she planned to visit with her right after work.

During the day at work, Stephanie had a hard time sitting still, every time she slid in her chair a little it caused her to wince. After work she boarded the D train which took her to Seventh Ave in Park Slope where her friend Juliette lived, this was only a short walk to Sal’s place on Prospect Ave.

Once she reached her destination she greeted her friend with a big hug and then they set out on their way. The girls chatted away as normal until Stephanie asked Juliette if she remembered the spanking machine that Sal was making for that film company.

“Of course” Juliette smiled

“Well last night like an idiot I decided to try it out” Stephanie said giggling,

“Did you really”? Juliette quipped excitedly “was it fun”?

“Not in the least, no sir” Stephanie replied “I felt like a well spanked 10 year old when it was all over”

“I bet you loved every minute of it, what did you do later on that night I wonder, I’m sure you took a friend to bed with you while your bottom tingled, I know I would have” Juliette teased.    

“I very much doubt you would, the wooden hand made my butt bright red and made the seat of my panties feel like they had been pulled from an oven”  

“I doubt if that was the only thing that felt like an oven” Juliette wisecracked and both girls burst out laughing.  

The same curiosity that had intrigued Stephanie was now consuming Juliette’s mind, maybe she could walk Stephanie to Sal’s. The thought of having her bottom spanked like a naughty girl, then coming home and spending some time with her mechanical friend, was tying her stomach in knots. As the night went on, Juliette would make the occasional remark about the spanking machine. Stephanie finally decided to make way and Juliette said she would walk her home,

“You don’t have to do that, I’m Okay” Stephanie stated

“No, I want to, maybe I can see how the spanking machine works….. or feel how it works” Juliette said giggling.  

“I can tell you my dear, 64 spanks with that wooden hand, with only your panties in the way and you will be crying like a naughty schoolgirl, believe me”      

Juliette had butterflies in her tummy with excitement as they walked through the streets of Brooklyn, in 10 short minutes they were in Sal’s basement surveying the machine, Juliette was now giggling but in a slightly nervous manner, she was determined to follow through however. After a brief chit chat about the programming, Juliette completely removed her jeans and fixed her hi cut white nylon panties behind her, Stephanie smirked to herself as she watched Juliette, she could see her lily white bottom which had little protection and was actually quite looking forward to watching it become bright red.

Juliette approached the lap area and sexily wiggled her butt before bending over with her bottom perched in the air. As Stephanie began programming the control, Juliette subconsciously was still trying to maximize the use of her panties behind her. With the machine set, Stephanie directed Juliette to put her hand in the lock on the floor. Her hand now locked and the mechanical arm locking in to place, 22 year old Juliette began to kick her feet exclaiming nervously “oooooooohhhh” as butterflies went through her tummy. Stephanie remembered it took about thirty seconds before the spanking began so she walked past Juliette and playfully stated “So this naughty girl deserves a spanking does she”? All the while crisply smacking Juliette’s pantied rump.

“Hey, cut that out” Juliette said before she was cut off in mid sentence by the sound of the machine began to whir, she put her head down and murmured “hmmmmmmm” and then it began, WHACK, “Whoa” Juliette cried … whack, smack, slap, ohh, ow, ouch, crack, smack, ouch, ouch, … Stephanie watched diligently as her friends butt began to redden very quickly under the wooden hand and broke out into a smile that a Cheshire cat would have been proud of. Juliette on the other hand thought that it was pretty much what she expected it to be, especially as one who had never been a stranger to a parental spanking when one was required, which in her case was far above average. As much as she kicked her legs in an unladylike manner and squealed and cried at the unrelenting spanking, she was taking an unusual comfort from being spanked in this manner. Stephanie marveled at Juliette’s ability to not be crying at this point as her little bottom was rosy red, she was far more resilient than Stephanie herself had been when she was getting spanked.

It was only 30 seconds more before the spanking was complete and Juliette had stopped kicking by the time the machine delivered its final flurry. In seconds Juliette was able to stand up with two welled up eyes. She rubbed at the intense heat coming from her seat and did the time honored spanking dance, something that she had personally perfected more times than she would care to admit. Juliette felt awfully strange about the spanking, while it hurt like the dickens, she felt a strange feeling of satisfaction inside of her, perhaps it had been so long since she had had a spanking that she felt it was the needed bit of guidance that she was lacking in her life.

Not much more was said between the two and before long, Juliette was marching her well spanked bottom home, knowing full well she would be masturbating for a long time that night. She did resolve to herself though to try and pay one more visit before Sal returned from his trip. Stephanie was pretty quiet, she had enjoyed watching the spanking but felt a little bad at Juliette’s demeanor after the spanking. Realistically she had nothing to worry about from Juliette’s post spanking placid frame of mind. The two of them had grown up in different environments, what Stephanie assumed was a deep embarrassment from Juliette was so far from the truth. Her demeanor after the spanking was simply the grounding of being brought back to reality, like a steadying of the mind, the feeling a naughty girl gets after a spanking no matter her age.

Stephanie decided to go back to the basement after her friend left to put the machine back as she had found it. As Stephanie approached the machine she cried “Holy Fuck” as she noticed that the mechanical arm had not returned to its proper slot once the machine had been switched off. Now her fear was genuine, there was a nauseous well forming in the pit of her stomach. Stephanie played with the controls for two hours trying to fix the spanking machine but it was all to no avail. She was really upset at herself because of all of the hard work Sal had put in to making the machine for his client “How the hell am I going to explain this to Sal”? She said to herself as she began to think up excuses. That was just a natural reaction for Stephanie, because if the truth was known, she was as honest as the day is long. The only thing that Stephanie had to look forward to was staring at her feet and twiddling her fingers as she explained to Sal what really happened.

It was a really sad feeling that she had at that point, and it was no better in the morning as she once more tried to fix the damn machine. There was a trust that had been broken, one that she wasn’t sure whether or not it could be repaired. This was going to be the longest two days of her life.

Streetcar Sundays – 98

Today I am going to go searching for a good MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS spanking photo in the hopes that I can get a good one for the 100th edition. All that I really have left are B rated ones, though there are still the odd one or two really good ones.

The 98th episode comes from Haddonfield in 1963.

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