This Is The Life

I’m going to do something a little unique on this blog today,  and that is to post a well known,  seen many times before spanking pic. Obviously there is a little Windsor twist,  but I wouldn’t be unique otherwise.

Normally I try my best on this blog to bring you nothing but brand new material that has rarely been seen in the spanking world before outside of avid collectors. Or I may post my own photos or stories etc,  but I try my darnedest to be original in my presentation. Of course many of my finds serve to make other spanking blogs/photo sites popular,  which is fine,  that’s part of why I bring my collection to you all,  for it to be shared. The only times that I get annoyed is when I’m not linked back,  or,  the photos fall into that mysterious category  “I have no idea where these came from”. The reason for the annoyance is that while I am providing the material for other sites to become popular,  when there is no link back what the snafflers are actually doing is denying their audience the wealth of material that is on this site. That one really gets to me as it comes across as pretty selfish. There are sites that became very successful that virtually lifted every single photo that I have found and posted,  and they then took the plaudits off of the back of my work with barely a mention anywhere as to where that work was created.

Anyway,  enough of that,  I get myself wound up from time to time over the lack of respect and courtesy sometimes. In fact I am making this post today instead of writing my  “State Of The Spanking Union”  address,  lol. My plan was to write about where I currently am,  what my future plans are,  and probably most importantly,  how I gave my last fuck years ago. Something happened a few years ago where someone texted a spiteful comment to me,  and that was the last time that I was to tolerate being treated in a disrespectful manner. My approach has cost me many friends over the last few years as I don’t meet their expectations of who they want me to be,  so the address should be fun reading for you all. It isn’t something that I regret either,  I’ve lost my entire family now,  all that I have left is to enjoy the rest of my life with the people who want to enjoy it and share it with me,  I have not a single fuck left to give,  my life is all about happiness and pleasure moving forward. Perhaps I will have that post up tomorrow.

So my photo from today,  while it is not a new find,  this  ‘version’  of the photo should be. The reason that I say this is because yesterday I was looking through my vast archives for a private video that Pixie and I made in 2011,  and while I have yet to find the video,  I opened up one of my envelopes and realized that I had actually purchased this particular photo many years ago.

So again,  it isn’t new,  but,  I was able to scan the photo and make a copy that is 2724 x 2167 in size. So what you need to do is click on the image below for it to open up,  then right click on the image and save it to your computer. If you are like me and you like to analyze photos,  this copy will allow you to blow it up to full size and examine every pixel in high quality. For the record,  I also have other spanking photos that I have purchased.

Remember to click on the image above for the full sized version. From there you can find your favorite portions of the image to view. For me personally,  that is the defined posture of  Susanna Foster as she awaits her birthday spanking from Donald O’Connor.

Another item that I find particularly appealing in old spanking photos,  especially when there is an audience present,  and that is the looks on the faces of the women who are watching the spanking. This is one of those little tidbits that I like to study in depth. Many times people will cut out of the image the observers to the spanking,  which is a personal pet peeve of mine,  but it is hence why I like to find my own photos,  I want the whole story told.

When I see the faces of the three girls here who are watching the spanking,  well I could pretty much write a story on that alone  🙂

Mother Spanks Daughter - The Best Friend

This is probably one of the longest short stories that I have written and it took me the best part of the day to complete and edit. Even then it is only 6,250 words long,  but it felt like I wrote 30,000 words. You have the opportunity to leave feedback if you want. At the end of part one of this story I left a form for users to submit their ideas as to what they wanted to see in part 2. Many of you will see that I have included some of those ideas as best as I can. Once you read the story,  if you feel like leaving feedback or making a suggestion for part 3 then I will welcome it all,  whether positive or negative.

You can read PART 1  <—– by clicking on the highlighted text.

There are always bits of real life that are added to stories and the reason that I chose the year 1986 was because of a film that came out in 1983. 1986 was chosen because it was the year before I moved to America. In the 1983 film,  Joysticks,  Joe Don Baker tells his fully grown daughter,  Corinne Bohrer,  that she is not to old for a spanking. It was really hot and it spoke to me of a different time. So before the story,  know that a quick one liner gave me some inspiration,  and when you picture the scene described,  here is an image from the same film of the type of panties that girls wore in the 1980’s. Now onto the story,  I hope that you like it. To avoid any confusion Brittney and Bri are the same person,  likewise Elaine and Lainey are also the same person.

Before you read the story does include a lot of memories of spankings since past,  these include M/F,  F/F,  F/M and M/M. If that is not going to interest you then just look at the panty covered spankable bottoms below and move on  🙂

Mother Spanks Daughter  –  The Best Friend

Back in 1986 it was a different time, especially in Texas. It was long before a more liberal movement started to emerge regarding the use of corporal punishment, indeed, in this particular town if you weren’t subject to spankings growing up then you were one of the unusual ones. Sparing the rod and spoiling the child was as common as hot dinners.

The fact that Elaine’s mom still spanked her at 18,  going on 19,  wasn’t entirely unheard of at all,  especially considering that Mrs. Ferris had received her last strapping at the hands of her own mother when she was 20 years old. The old premise was more common than not,  as long as you are living under this roof you will follow my rules,  and the consequences for breaking those rules would be carried out the old fashioned way.

It wasn’t the same for everyone,  it had been four years since the F bomb had dropped out of Bri’s mouth. Four years since she was last staring at the carpet as the Paternal hand stopped the spanking to draw the last remaining piece of protection down over an already well spanked bottom,  and four years since she had to carry her father’s strap to the shed with him in tow to enforce to his charge that it would be the last time she ever dropped the F bomb in his house.

Even to this day she remembers walking to the shed with tears running down her cheeks,  hoping against all hope that nobody in the neighborhood was looking out of their window as she did the walk of shame. Fourteen well placed swings of the belt later on her bare bottom had her dancing all over the shed and promising that she will never again utter a curse word. She wasn’t just promising her dad,  she was also promising herself.

Four years had passed,  and even though she was about to turn 19,  she also knew that if she ever dared mutter so much as a single curse word in front of her Father then she knew exactly where she would end up,  that much was a guarantee. The strap still hung in his room,  even though it hadn’t been used at all for nearly three whole years,  and Bri would only have to glance at it sideways for her stomach to start flipping knots. It’s not like the spankings themselves weren’t something to be afraid of anyway,  but when the strap came into play and either herself,  her brother or her sister had to carry it to the shed with their father walking behind them,  the whole process took on a whole new psychological torment. Just the mere thought of carrying the strap that was going to be applied to her own bottom would make her go weak at the knees,  and even now just catching a glimpse of it would make her blush a deep red.

The fact that Elaine still got spanked was never really spoken about,  but Bri was fully aware,  just as she was aware of all of her other friends who were still subject to some parental discipline,  so it wasn’t unusual in that aspect. So when she called Elaine’s house two days later to make plans and her mom informed her that she was grounded for breaking curfew,  it was with a sympathetic nod that Bri mentally accepted that she was grounded on a spanked bottom. With her birthday just two weeks away to the day she very meekly asked how long Elaine was grounded for. Mrs. Ferris was as astute as a fox and she knew the reason behind the question,  so she simply replied “As long as I come to an understanding with Elaine,  she will be able to attend your birthday plans,  Brittney”

Once the phone was placed on the receiver Brittney let out an audible sigh of relief. Her birthday was on a Sunday so that meant a Sunday brunch with her family,  church,  and then a rather conservative gathering with extended family members. It’s not that Bri would complain about any of that,  but she did want to spend the day before her birthday with Lainey and a few other friends. There was no guarantee that Elaine was going to be at church today,  but past history in any family where discipline was involved would generally mean that going to church would be the one social outing that was accepted and allowed. Bri was hoping deep down that she would at the very least get to briefly speak with Elaine later that day at church,  even if that was in the presence of both sets of families in a cordial environment.

It is worth pointing out that the discipline of the time was common place,  nobody considered it unusual and it wasn’t conducted in a spiteful manner. Each family had a lot of love involved with them and the belief was that the installation of traditional family values helped to steer a young ward into the right direction in life. Most practitioners of discipline were themselves once a recipient of the same set of traditional family values,  and they were all deemed valuable members of society. Whilst it wouldn’t be commonplace,  it also wouldn’t be completely unheard of for a girl in her early 20’s to get a good strapping in the barn should she consider herself a bit too big for her britches. There were many different variants of old horse straps and bridles which continued to serve a purpose long after they stopped being used on the horse in many a barn across this quiet town.

Punishments were almost exclusively conducted within the same family,  it would be very rare for it to take place outside of the home,  though of course paddling was still employed with gusto. In fact most of the kids growing up had also heard of the rumor that the church minister himself was the owner of a school paddle in his office,  a rumor that grew into an urban legend.

Twenty five to thirty years ago the urban legend was more than just a rumor,  the most trusted member of the community was indeed a man whose services were required by many families. Christian discipline was,  and in fact still is,  thought of as a necessary component in a family’s life,  and in the 1950’s it wasn’t unusual for the minister himself to spare the rod at the request of a parent,  normally in their presence. It became a practice that slowly disappeared over the years to a point that it only became a rumor,  and then became an urban legend. Nobody knew if it was really true,  except perhaps for the older folks who grew up during those formative years,  and they were not people who would ever entertain discussing such a topic.

Yes,  while in this small town everybody seemed to know their neighbor’s business,  there were in fact some secrets that were never spoken about. There wasn’t a single person who ever admitted that they were once paddled or spanked by the minister,  and there was likely to be the same amount of people who would never confess that their  “Have to meet with the minister”  proclamations over the subsequent years were far from being meetings to discuss the latest church fundraiser. The legend started thirty years ago,  the secrets of many an adult remains until this current day.

Elaine and her mom were ready in their Sunday dress to make their way to church. Elaine was very mindful of her situation and she would never want to disrespect her mom,  so she was a little apprehensive when she clasped her hands in front of her as she looked at the floor and meekly asked her mom a question in a little more than a whisper. “Mom,  I know that I am grounded until next week, but would it be okay if I ask Brittney what she wants to do for her birthday”?

Mrs. Ferris was a strict mother,  but she was also a warm,  loving person who valued friendships. She had no intention of restricting Elaine from speaking with Bri at church,  and in fact she appreciated that Elaine had respected her enough to ask for her permission first. With a warm smile she said that she could,  but also warning her not to abuse her freedom at church today. A very happy Elaine suppressed her happiness and politely replied  “Yes,  Mama”

Tim was also going to be at church today with his own family,  but unlike the two girls who wanted to talk with each other,  Tim on the other hand was decidedly in favor of minding his p’s and q’s. His goal was to wait for Elaine to call him and if he was able to make eye contact with her at church for a quick smile then he would see that as a victory. It was mostly based on his desire not to get Elaine in any more trouble than she was already in,  even though the process was a bit of a foreign concept to him that he didn’t fully understand.

The environment that Tim grew up in was vastly different to that of his girlfriend and Brittney,  he grew up in a very progressive family who did not believe in corporal punishment. His experiences in that field he could count on one hand,  well,  after overhearing Lainey getting spanked he had now started on the second hand. He was aware of friends getting paddled at school,  and while his parents did not allow that for him it actually wasn’t even something he had ever given more than a second thought to. He had only ever been spanked once in his life and that was during a sleepover by his best friend’s mom. He had often wondered if his friend’s mom had told his parents about it,  he certainly hadn’t. Tim was embarrassed about the whole affair and the only reason that he wouldn’t tell his parents was through the fear of disappointing them.

He could only look back at the incident with some humor. Despite being in the unusual position of staring at a carpet for the first time in his life,  he distinctly remembers a joke that he made to himself as his friend’s mom pulled his pj bottoms down. The silly joke being that if he hadn’t worn underwear then he would have had his bare bottom showing. The joke was fleeting of course,  it was soon replaced by the unbearable sound and feel of a maternal hand landing on its upended target. Tim would have sworn that it went on for half an hour,  but it lasted less than a minute as he howled and squirmed with all his might. He then had to watch through tear stained eyes as his friend got the same treatment,  though it was significantly longer and harder than what he himself had got.

Then there was the time that his friend,  TJ,  had got the belt from his dad the previous night before. The reason that this was memorable was because TJ quite happily pulled his shorts down to show all of his friends what his bottom looked like as if it were some type of trophy. Tim sat there in awe at the slightly faded red lines that seemed to adorn every inch of his friend’s hind end. He had also seen another friend very briefly dance a merry tune as his dad swung the belt,  but in that instance he was petrified and ran away as fast as he could after watching the thick leather belt land two times.

The most memorable spanking that he was a witness to was one that was forever etched in his mind that had happened many years ago. It was the only time that he had ever witnessed a full on spanking to that day,  and he wasn’t likely to ever forget it.

Tim was with a group of friends when one of their gang,  Micheal,  gleefully joined them. The reason for his joy was quite apparent very quickly as he announced with a tremendous amount of satisfaction that Kimberly,  his older sister,  was going to get a spanking. Tim had a huge crush on Kimberly and as his friends started to leave he hung back slyly before slowly scooting off,  his intended destination being the Smith household. It seemed like a no loss situation,  he could amble around the property and if he was caught he had an easy out,  he was just looking for his friend Michael.

Upon arriving at the house it didn’t take very long at all for him to hear that something was about to happen. All he had expected was to hear the sounds of his crush getting a spanking,  he had no idea at that time that where the spanking was due to take place was in the basement where the laundry machine was. He discovered that by listening to the scolding that was taking place and following the sound of the single voice that he could hear. When he arrived at the final location where the voice had led him to,  his mouth flew wide open as he crouched down and realized that one of the small windows to the basement would allow him a birds eye view to the scene that was just about to commence.

He had missed the part where Kimberly was pulled over her mother’s lap,  he also missed the pulling down of the white shorts that now sat puddled at her ankles. He joined the proceedings as Kimberly’s hand was firmly planted on her bottom trying to protect the seat of her way too thin sky blue nylon panties. He kneeled there peeking in through the edge of the window as the battle of the loose hand commenced. Kimberly’s mother won that battle easily and soon the offending hand was tucked under Kimberly’s own body being held there solidly by the hand of her mother,  which was also tucked under her body holding on to Kimberly’s only defense.

What happened next is something that Tim will never forget. Apparently out of nowhere,  as if Kimberly’s mother had pulled off some kind of magic trick,  a stout wooden backed hairbrush was in her hand and it was heading down as fast as lightning upon Kimberly’s barely covered fanny. Tim kneeled there in awe as the hairbrush rained down at a steady,  rhythmic pace covered every single inch of Kimberly’s bottom. He could not forget Kimberly frantic attempts to avoid the smack of the brush as her legs kicked wildly and her pleas of forgiveness got louder by the second. His eyes transfixed on the thin nylon rippling at every smack that the brush landed upon them,  and how her frantic gyrations would cause those panties to ride up and up until the hard backed brush was striking nothing but bare skin as the spanking progressed,  repeating the same pattern of covering every inch of the scarlet bottom several times over before all was said and done.

The very instant that the brush stopped descending on the well spanked fanny,  and a tearful Kimberly started to stand up,  Tim scarpered like Carl Lewis out of fear that one of them would look up and catch him spying on the spanking.

When Tim overheard his girlfriend being spanked it was the image of this particular spanking that kept running through his mind as he tried to picture Elaine getting spanked. Man,  he remembered every time he ran into Kimberly from that day forward whenever he was with Michael,  he could barely look her in the eye. However,  whenever she left them alone his eyes were transfixed and never left the bottom that he had watched getting a spanking. It was perhaps his best day ever when Kimberly left for college,  he no longer had to blush at the mere sight of her.

He was sheltered in his life from spankings,  but the sight of Kimberly getting spanked and the sound of Lainey getting spanked were two events that he could quite happily relive in his mind until the cows came home.

Everyone was at church two days after the event in their Sunday best,  once the service was over it was time for the families to socialize and catch up with one another. Tim stood close by his parents and their time at the post service gathering was going to be very short,  perhaps only ten minutes had passed before they were all in the family car heading home. That was the only time that Tim actually saw Elaine during the service,  as he was leaving,  but she didn’t see him. Elaine had seen the back of Tim’s head in the church but their eyes had not met.

As the church service attendees milled around talking to one another,  Elaine and Brittney pulled off one of their best stealth modes as they expertly inched their way step by step closer to each other. Like skilled tacticians they had soon maneuvered themselves from a small gathering into a place where there was just the two of them. They talked as quietly as they could and Brittney tried to offer up some comfort to her friend. “I’m sorry your grounded,  Lainey” she said in her best pouty face.

While Elaine had no intentions of passing the buck for her own lack of responsibilities,  she did make it known in a backhanded manner that she did have some displeasure with her friend. “If we hadn’t have stopped off for Pizza I wouldn’t be” she replied in the most non accusatory manner that she could muster.

Brittney looked like she had been stabbed with a needle. “I’m sorry” she pleaded with her friend.

Elaine let it pass and soon they were on to the fun subject of talking about the plans for the Saturday,  the day before Brittney’s birthday. The first port of call would be for Tim to pick up Bri,  and then the two of them could drive over to pick up Lainey before the three of them headed to the mall. Later that afternoon they would all meet up with other friends for an impromptu picnic in the park. The two of them didn’t have long left with their brief conversation as most of the church goers appeared to be wrapping up,  so Bri asked Elaine  “Does everything sound good”?

Lainey smiled as she was delighted to have something to look forward to,  but the little devil inside of her still wanted to pass some of the blame onto her friend for her current predicament. So before they broke up she teased Bri. “It sounds great,  Bri,  there’s just one question that we haven’t answered yet”

Bri perked up,  trying to think about what she may have missed,  before asking  “Which question is that,  Lainey”?

The devilish grin widened  “We haven’t decided who is going to give you your birthday spankings yet”

Bri chuckled and playfully punched her friend on the arm as she replied  “Uh,  like,  nobody,  HELLO”

Elaine winked as she stepped back towards the oncoming parents  “Alright,  I’ll ask my mom to spank you on Saturday morning then”

“The heck you will” a playfully alarmed Brittney said as she chased after her friend. Just before they met with their respective parents Bri grabbed Elaine’s arm and whispered in her ear  “Don’t you dare,  brat, I’m warning you”

The parents arrived and Elaine greeted her mom,  full of joy. “Hi Mom,  thanks for letting Brittney and I discuss her birthday plans in two weeks’ time,  I’ll be sure that you get a chance to wish her a happy birthday before we leave for the day”

Brittney blushed and grew feisty,  not only did her friend get the upper hand on this day,  but as she was also grounded for the next ten days she couldn’t even get a measure of revenge on her in any way possible. If looks could kill.

That night Brittney sat on her bed,  pained that she couldn’t call her best friend. Not just because of what had transpired,  but also because it was going to be an awfully long ten days not speaking with the person who she normally spoke with several times a week. However,  the elephant in the room still took over her thoughts,  much to her despair. The first thought of course being  ‘I’m glad the brat got spanked’,  but those thoughts were quickly replaced by what Elaine had suggested.

Mrs. Ferris wouldn’t spank her she thought, then quickly corrected herself with a silent laugh, actually, she probably would. She even went one step further by admitting to herself that she probably deserved a spanking anyway for the small part that she had in Elaine being grounded in the first place. Brittney quickly shook her head,  trying to erase the foolish thoughts that were swimming around in her mind. The seed had been planted though,  and try as she might it was unavoidable that she would picture a vision of herself lying over the lap of her best friend’s mom while they all laughed. The same vision was sure to appear several times over the coming week.

Day after day had passed and Bri desperately wanted to speak with Lainey. It wasn’t through any fear at all,  it was just the apprehensiveness of the unknown,  did Elaine actually say something to her mom? That question was burning Brittney up. The funny part was though,  Brittney acted as if she had no say in the matter. After all, she was an adult and she could flat out say no and move on if she wanted to. Unfortunately for her though that wasn’t how her mind worked,  she just needed to know whether Elaine’s mom planned to spank her or not for her birthday,  she just accepted it.

Elaine had virtually forgotten all about that playful conversation until the Thursday that she was no longer grounded when she went downstairs for breakfast,  two days before the Saturday in question. Elaine reached the kitchen and kissed her mom on the cheek as her mom stirred the scrambled eggs. As she headed to the table Mrs. Ferris said to her daughter that Brittney had called several times that morning already and that she wanted Elaine to call her back. As Elaine sat down at the table she jokingly announced  “She’s just worried because I told her that you were going to give her a birthday spanking” she said as she laughed.

Mrs. Ferris spoke as a matter of fact “That girl doesn’t need a birthday to get a spanking”

Elaine’s eyes bulged at what her mom said,  and she gleefully continued  “I agree mom,  so you will give her a spanking then”?

Mrs. Ferris grasped the wooden spoon that she was cooking the eggs with and playfully waved it in the air “Like she was my own daughter” before breaking out in a laugh.

It was only a playful suggestion by Elaine,  she really didn’t think about what she had said for the week prior to that morning,  and even just now it was no more than a flippant remark. She had no earthly idea that for ten days straight Brittney had pictured the scene in her head several times a day. When the two of them finally got on the phone Brittney was dying to ask Elaine if she had said anything to her mom,  it was only when the conversation was coming to an end that the topic even come up,  and it was at Elaine’s doing,  not Brittney’s. They finally confirmed their plans for Saturday and as Elaine stated that she would see her friend on Saturday morning she was sure to teasingly add  “Oh,  and mom was waving a wooden spoon this morning saying something about how you need a spanking,  just so that you know”

A thrill of excitement washed over Brittney’s body as her mouth opened,  before she spoke loudly back to her friend “There is NO WAY your mom is going to use a wooden spoon to spank me”

Elaine made a clicking sound with her mouth and finished with  “You had better be nice to her then”

Come the Saturday morning a completely unaware Tim drove over to Bri’s house to pick her up. He watched as she came down the driveway,  her ponytail bouncing behind her tied in a white ribbon,  her knee length blue summer dress flapping in the wind,  tied at the waist with a white sash. The whole ensemble complimented by her white shoes and white ankle socks that had a few rows of ruffles at the top. Thankfully she had Tim with her for the ride to keep her mind active.

When they arrived at Elaine’s everyone took their shoes off and sat at the table as Mrs. Ferris served lemonade. It became apparent to Bri pretty quickly that it had all been a ruse,  a prank played with her as the victim,  she was sure that she had nothing to worry about based on how everyone was acting. The conversation itself was somewhat mundane as they were all discussing the different things that they may do that day.

The table that they were all sat at was against the back garden window with Mrs. Ferris sat with her back to the window,  Brittney was on her left and Tim on her right with her daughter sat opposite her. As the conversation wound down the three friends all stood up to say their goodbyes,  but Elaine moved her chair a few feet away from the table. She smiled at her mom and said that they are all going to get going now,  she then turned to Bri and with a big smile added “Once Bri’s had her birthday spankings of course”

Brittney’s face blushed a deep red as she turned to face Mrs. Ferris,  and while the feeling was nowhere even close to the feeling that she used to have when she would carry her father’s strap to be used on her,  a spanking is still a spanking. She was genuinely embarrassed and wished for any potential spanking to be over with as soon as was humanly possible. Mrs. Ferris stood up from her chair and chuckled at the blushing girl  “19 today is it,  we had better get started then”

Brittney simply retorted  “Yes,  Ma’am”  as if getting spanked by your best friend’s mom was a normal everyday occurrence.

Elaine eased past Brittney and sat in the chair that her friend had just vacated while a bemused Tim sat back down as well,  completely oblivious to the back story of what was about to occur. I mean,  birthday spankings happen,  he just wasn’t expecting one to happen right now.

Mrs. Ferris sat down in the chair that her daughter had so thoughtfully moved out for her,  straightened out her skirt and then beckoned the birthday girl over. Brittney’s face was the color of a ripe tomato as she looked at the wagging finger calling her,  and without hesitation she moved forward and put herself face down over Mrs. Ferris’ lap like she had done so many times before growing up.

Mrs. Ferris put one hand on the small of Bri’s back as Bri gently grasped the bottom rung of the chair with both hands,  quite happy to let her ponytail fall over and cover her face to conceal her acute embarrassment. As she peered at Tim’s socks out of the corner of her eye she quickly bolted upright as she felt Mrs. Ferris flip the back of her dress high up onto her back,  her hand flew back and she yelled  “JESUS”

With the expertise of a seasoned pro,  Mrs. Ferris caught the flailing hand and securely tucked it into her side all in one motion,  and without hesitation unleashed eight very sound smacks upon the flimsy light blue nylon material covering Brittney’s fanny. A chorus of sounds accompanied each smack “Ohh, Oww, Ouch, Ow, No, Oww, Ouch, Oww”

Mrs. Ferris stopped as Brittney gyrated her bottom,  trying for all her might to eliminate that wicked sting permeating from it. With a very stern tone of voice Mrs. Ferris stated “We DO NOT take the lord’s name in vain in this house,  do you understand me”?

A well chastised young lady was quick to apologize  “Yes,  I’m sorry,  Mrs. Ferris,  you just,  err,  surprised me. I didn’t expect you to do that”

Almost rhetorically Mrs. Ferris responded  “You didn’t expect me to pull your dress up,  what type of spanking would that be”?

It was second nature to Mrs. Ferris,  it wasn’t even a flippant comment,  it was a genuine statement. Having been the recipient on many an occasion herself growing up,  she was fully aware that the exposure of ones panties in front of a group of other people was almost as bad of a punishment as the spanking itself was,  so it was a perfectly natural thing to do.

Taking the role of educator for a moment though,  Mrs. Ferris decided to impart some wisdom on her daughter’s friend. “If that was a surprise to you then I apologize,  Brittney,  in this house however the least you can expect is a spanking over your panties whenever you get a spanking”. Mrs. Ferris then dished out a wisecrack as well  “Lucky for you, you are wearing such cute panties today”

Brittney buried her head in embarrassment as she heard all three of them all chuckle at that comment.

One thing about Mrs. Ferris was that she was a firm believer in her daughter being responsible for her own behavior. Nobody could be assigned blame for the choices that Elaine made. With that said,  three days after that dreaded last spanking Mrs. Ferris had a meeting with her daughter and they had discussed in detail what had happened on that fateful Friday night and why she had missed her curfew. For a fleeting moment before the birthday spanking itself began,  Mrs. Ferris looked at the bubble butt staring up at her and she felt like dispensing Brittney’s share of the blame for Elaine missing curfew upon those upturned cheeks. Missing curfew was Elaine’s responsibility though,  and while both Brittney and Tim had shared in Elaine’s decision making that resulted in her missing curfew,  the responsibility was ultimately Elaine’s. Mind you,  it was just her caring maternal nature to think that both Brittney and Tim would both benefit from the same spanking that she given to her daughter for their respective roles in the event,  and she would also be more than happy to be the person delivering those sound spankings,  so she felt not an single ounce of guilt for the spanks that she had given Brittney for taking the Lord’s name in vain,  in fact there was a little catharsis to it.

Mrs. Ferris placed her hand on the thin nylon seat and asked “Are you ready”?

Tim sat there with his mouth opened and Elaine beamed from ear to ear as Brittney replied  “Yes,  Ma’am”

Tim watched the hand slowly go up and then followed it down until,  just like what he observed years before,  it came smacking down and he saw the joy of her bottom bounce and her panties ripple like it was a trip down memory lane. That was one smack,  there were eighteen to go plus one for luck and one to grow on. Tim had a problem,  he had no idea how he was going to make it through watching the entire spanking and what was worse,  even less of an idea as to how he was going to hide his own embarrassment when it was all over and they had to walk to the car. He had seen Brittney in a bikini many times but this was vastly different,  he had full view of her panties and the little ruffled ankle socks he could see kicking in the background excited him more than he could ever have imagined.

Tim hadn’t thought of spanking as something erotic up until that point,  even if he had masturbated many times over the memory of Kimberly getting the hairbrush,  he hadn’t put two and two together that the two acts were related. However,  being that he was now perhaps only five feet away and listening to the sound of a spanking up close,  and also watching that part of the female anatomy bounce and jiggle and gyrate right before his very eyes,  it was a huge turn on for him. No matter what he could do there was one thing he couldn’t do,  and that was hide the sexual excitement he was getting from watching Brittney get spanked.

Elaine didn’t seem to notice,  she had her own birds eye view of her friend’s bottom getting a spanking and it was pure delight for her. She dare not say anything,  but man did she wish her mom would spank her a bit harder. Brittney just wanted it over with,  she was praying that Mrs. Ferris would just get on with it and hurry up and finish. She had been spanked before in front of others,  indeed just like now there had been more than one occasion when visitors were watching the seat of her panties as she was spanked,  but for some reason this seemed a little different. Is it perhaps that she was older now and it was more embarrassing to get a spanking at that age,  or was it perhaps that she herself had felt some responsibility for Elaine getting a spanking and she had felt deep down that she deserved a spanking as well?

Brittney would never admit to anyone that the latter was closer to the truth than any other excuse that she could come up with,  it was something that she had ten days to think about and perhaps that was the reason why it never crossed her mind to question that her friend’s mom was going to spank her. That was a secret that she would keep to herself. It was much the same as the feeling that a lot of the older women in the small town would encounter from time to time,  and just like Brittney it was a secret that none of them would ever share with anybody. The urban legend of the Minister with a paddle in his office was an actual secret shared by a good number of women in this sleepy town,  and each of them was happy to play along that this story was just an urban legend. It was like their own little secret society. The real truth of the matter is that the feeling of repentance is something that sticks around inside of a person until it can be released,  and some of the townsfolk had personally known the most trusted man in the town for up to 30 years,  from back when their own parents would seek out the disciplinary help of the Minister,  to the secrets of today where those same people could still seek out the help of the same Minister,  only under their own terms now.

“And one for luck”

That was the pronouncement that the maternal palm had landed on the pretty blue nylon panties for the last time. A total of 29 spanks in all when you count the eight seat scorchers that started off the spanking. Luckily for Brittney the other 21 smacks were delivered at nowhere near the intensity of the first eight,  however,  the first eight did satisfy her curiosity as to how bad it could be. She wouldn’t dare confide anything that was troubling her with her father,  could she with Mrs. Ferris though?

Brittney stood and smoothed down her skirt as Mrs. Ferris reached in to hug her,  Elaine also sprang to her feet to join in the hug. Ever the opportunist,  Tim saw a window of opportunity and in a nanosecond he bolted out of his chair towards the front door,  talking as he went that he was going to start the car. He wasn’t going to respond to anything that was said to him,  he was effectively deaf,  dumb and blind at that moment. The only person who could potentially see him as he bolted from the chair was Brittney,  but he had to take the chance. If she saw the tent protruding in his shorts then he would live with it,  just as long as Mrs. Ferris didn’t see it.

When Brittney and Elaine got to the car,  Brittney made a dramatic sound of anguish as she sat down,  it was purely for comedic reasons. She loudly went into Valley girl mode and staring at her friend she stated “I am SO going to get you back for that,  just wait until your birthday”

Elaine mocked her and replied  “WHAT – EVER”

Bri turned to Tim as he began to pull away and said to him “Please spank her for me,  Tim”

Elaine laughed and put her hand on Tim’s thigh,  far too close to the problem that he was still trying to repress,  and said “You wouldn’t spank little old me,  would you sweetheart”?

Elaine left the subject right there,  she had seen more than enough as she removed her hand to know that he probably would spank her.

End of part 2


So there you have it,  if you wish to leave a comment you can do so by leaving it at the bottom of this post,  or,  alternatively,  if you would like to make a suggestion for part 3 of the story then by all means do so by using the form below. Even if that is to offer some criticisms. I put a lot of work into writing this story so I would like to get some type of feedback for it.

As you will see in the story,  I have left a lot of open ended scenarios for readers to think of a suggestion.

Elaine of course has her mom,  but her friend has also suggested that Tim spank Elaine,  and Elaine seems to know that the idea would excite Tim.

Brittney of course has admitted to herself that she actually needed a spanking,  does she want to follow up with Mrs. Ferris,  or will she fall afoul of her father and slip up with a huge NO NO cuss word?

Then we have the minister and the secret society of parishioners who have secretly visited him,  some for up to 30 years,  to receive their repentance. Who are these people? Is Mrs. Ferris a member of the Minister’s secret society?

And finally we have Tim as a wildcard, whose girlfriend seems to know that he might spank her. I also received many responses the last time as well suggesting that Tim spank the mom. However,  he is also under the spanking radar of his girlfriend’s mom,  and hopefully Kimberly and her mom never found out what he did.

The choices are yours,  and based on the last time that I ran this questionnaire the responses will be a combination of all of the various scenarios described above.

Windsor Wednesday Classic – 141

The Boardwalk Badness party is over for another year and I am back home. In two weeks time it is the Lonestar party and I have looked into seeing if I can go,  but it is going to be really tricky as I am going to Japan/South Korea later this year and then Vietnam/Taiwan in early 2020. It seems a bit frivolous to alter my budget to attend another spanking party,  especially as my family estate is still in limbo.

Yesterday I started updating some areas on the website,  but unless you look for them you won’t notice them until I link to them. First of all I have started a promotional page under the title MEGA PASSES. Right now I only have one site listed on there,  DANA SPECHT’S,  but by the end of the week I hope to have about ten up. It is a slow and arduous task and I will be lucky to do two a day.

The other change is that I have made a new addition to my REAL LIFE STORIES page by adding the story FLASHING HER PANTIES TO THE BOYS. I’m going through my site trying to collect all stories that I have written that I have yet to add to their respective pages. I’m also hoping to write a new story tonight as a follow up to a story already underway. Just in case I can’t finish it I won’t say which story just in case I let you down.

The Wednesday Classic this week is from Yoakum,  TX in 1958. It looks like a young couple have found the school paddle,  and it looks like the girl is expecting a nice playful swat. If you could read the guys eyes though,  to me they are saying he has had enough of the little brat and is about to make the paddle sound like two clapper boards coming together when it lands on her bottom.

This will be added to my WINDSOR’S PADDLING’S folder.

Q And A Part 3

Thank you to everyone who submitted a question to me so that they could gain full access to my SPANKING VIDEO WITH TEN. So far I have received over twenty question which will be enough for at least four upcoming posts. Now don’t get me wrong,  I fully understand that people come to my blog to look at the pictures and to read the stories,  but it is nice for me every now and then to have an area that I very much enjoy doing,  with that area being answering reader submitted questions. This is something that I enjoy doing a lot so if you have a question for me then go TO THIS POST and ask me a question and in return I will provide you access to a free spanking movie that I have stored online.

Question 1:

What’s your most memorable spanking you gave to a non spanko/vanilla?

This one is an easy question to answer, and there is also a story where you can read about the spanking. In fact now that I think about it, the very first spanking that I gave was to a non spanko so I guess that qualifies as well.

The most memorable spanking that I gave to a vanilla was at a Shadowlane party in 2010. A vanilla girl was attending the party to support her friend and over the course of a couple of days the scene was set for a room party that had a lot of spanking action,  and culminated with me getting a call at 6.30am in the morning to come to a room to give a vanilla girl her first ever bare bottomed spanking. You can read THIS STORY HERE.

Question 2:

Girl/Girl Action.

Now I had planned to skip over the next series of questions as they came across as a bit demeaning to women. However,  there are two points that I think I can make in relation to this over obsession of focusing on things one doesn’t like.

The first point is that there are now many more female spanking producers. As a person who produces his own content from time to time,  I produce it exactly as I envision it,  so why shouldn’t the girls as well? It kind of goes without saying really,  if you don’t like what is being produced,  fill your boots,  start making your own videos tailored to what you like. I admire and support any lady producing her own material and I will promote them willingly in an effort to support their efforts.

Secondly,  F/F spankings sell!!  If they didn’t sell then people wouldn’t make them. A long time ago I was in a very friendly public discussion regarding extreme severity and graphic genitalia displays in every video. In the discussion I was the person who was opposed to both aspects being discussed. The people defending the practice were producers who didn’t get their panties in a bunch because someone was questioning them,  they actually took the time to engage.

The bottom line I was told was quite simple,  the videos that I didn’t like sold ten times more than the ones that I did like. This goes for F/F videos as well,  if you look at Clips4sale under the general spanking category,  fifty percent are M/F and the other fifty are F/F. I also have an ideal spanking scenario based on a deeply ingrained feeling that I have always had,  it is simply that of a Paternal or Maternal figure delivering a good hand spanking to the seat of a mischievous girl’s panties. That’s it,  I need nothing more than that for it to be a perfect spanking. Let’s be real though,  that scenario isn’t going to sell for shit. At best I am going to find just a few minutes in every video to enjoy,  but rather than bitch about it,  I make my own videos to satisfy what it is that I like in spanking films.

Question 3:

Of all the beautiful ladies you have spanked,  who would you say took the hardest overall spanking from you with hand only?

This is a difficult one to answer because at no time have I ever spanked a girl as hard as I can,  ever. That is not where the mindset is for me so if I go over and above what I consider to be my limit then I think that I am being abusive. With an implement especially I would be hard pressed to even go at 50% of what I am capable of.

There is also this to consider,  and you won’t likely find this written anywhere else in the spanking world,  lol. At only 5’6” I’m short,  and that has a huge impact in the severity level one can deliver in an OTK position. I don’t get the torque that taller guys get,  nor the distance,  or the body posture needed to deliver a good sound OTK spanking. It is different in a standing position,  but I prefer OTK so that is what I am left with. It doesn’t mean that a spanking isn’t going to hurt,  it’s just that the playing fields are different. It is why you rarely see me spanking a girl when I am sat on a bed or a couch,  that position further regresses my lack of height and any spanking given by me on a bed or couch is always going to look pretty weak.

If I had to pick anyone I would think an easy choice would be Ellee Evergood. With Ellee I am able to go to the upper limit that I am personally comfortable with where it will still be enjoyable to me.

What sorts of spanking drawings/illustrations do you prefer?

This question will be answered in its own post later this week. It is a very good question.

Question 4:

Would you agree that the pace of a spanking makes a difference between it being serious business or frivolous flirting? For example,  I prefer the steady and solid pace,  vs the quick pats.

In the times where I take things up to a serious level the distinguishing mark for me would have to be the severity level. In serious situations I believe in the appropriate scolding to accompany the spanking,  so I will pause and scold and then delivery 15-20 really hard smacks in different locations from the upper thighs to the meaty part of the bottom.

In a private video that I did with Ellee I lifted up her skirt before she went OTK,  then I delivered six stingers to the back of her thighs in order to  “Help her with her answers to my questions”. Serious business with me is easy to spot,  I’m a playful guy by nature so anytime that I am being serious there is quite a noticeable difference. It doesn’t happen very often,  but when it does there are normally tears involved.

What’s your most real spanking that you have given a vanilla?

I’m pretty sure that this question was from the same user in the first question. When the first question was asked it was prior to the video giveaway,  so I don’t blame him for asking again to get the video!!

Question 5:

Since you are in charge of security for the party, what will be the punishment for “offenders”? A spanking?

I will keep in the spirit of the humor that the question poses. Generally when we get an offender it is normally a curious vanilla trying to enter the party,  or someone losing their badge for the 50th time.

However,  in the spirit of fun,  if I had my way,  anyone who showed up and had forgotten their badge would immediately be bent over the desk and paddled,  and then sent to get their badge. They would also earn demerits to be dished out on the final night!! Hopefully that would improve their attention to detail.

Feel free to ask me your questions,  it makes a nice change for me to break up the normal schedule of sharing rare pictures with you.

Windsor Sunday Candids – 80

“Well hello Mary Lou,  goodbye ass”

Only old time music fans will understand that line,  lol.

One thing that I love about spanking photos more so than movies is that I concur with the old adage,  a picture is worth a thousand words. As long as there is the understanding that what is being said is meant to be tongue in cheek then I do see it as harmless fun. I’ve been called out myself before for posting something that wasn’t factually correct,  and rightly so,  I was a little too ambiguous in my not reporting the real origins behind a photo,  instead going directly to a fantasy scenario. I’ve called others out,  mostly from the editing of known commercial pictures that are then presented as  “I think this might be real”,  or posting images with dubious origins that collectors like myself know to be factually incorrect. Perhaps the worst case scenario that I encountered was the first image that I ever had taken where I was spanking Pixie  (long before she was known as Pixie)  many years ago and a user by the name of Hapgood Baines then re-posted that image within an hour claiming it to be of him and his neighbor.

In the image below it is one of a series of photos that I have from Rockdale,  TX,  this one is from 1968. In fact an earlier picture that I posted from Rockdale was hugely popular which features an elderly teacher wielding a mean looking paddle just prior to it hitting its target. THAT PHOTO HERE. So it is known that there are numerous paddling pics from this location but I have yet to find out the reason behind this series of them,  perhaps it is like a Kangaroo court type deal?

If I can be cheeky for a moment,  if you look at the girls pained expression,  and the fact that the guy doing the paddling seems to have connected at an awful angle,  it reminds me of the guy who shows up at spanking parties carrying around 50 wooden items with him in a bag,  yet his idea of a psychological spanking is to hit as hard as is humanly possible to impress whoever is watching.

As a side note,  the only time that I ever lost my temper at a spanking party is when I was giving a girl the strap,  and some dick walked past me saying  “She can take more than that,  you’re hitting like a girl”. So for education purposes,  let me educate you on all of the levels that those comments were wrong. I can do that rationally now,  I wasn’t able to when that comment was said to me,  lol.

1)  You don’t know the girl,  and even if you did,  you don’t know where she is at during that current moment.

2)  Even if she could take it harder than that,  it doesn’t mean that she has to take it that hard from me. It is the worst misconception possible. A girl may,  if she decides that the chemistry is right,  play at a very hard level with certain people that she trusts. Nobody has a right to decide that other than her. Just because she has been known to play hard it doesn’t give YOU the right to play that hard with her.

3)  Not that I have any first hand experience with it,  but from my observations,  women tend to show little mercy when dishing out a spanking,  men tend to be overly cautious. So to say to me that I was hitting like a girl,  in a way that would actually be a compliment,  because I happen to think that females know how to spank other females far better than men do,  and a good number of men could learn from watching these interactions.

4)  Don’t ever interrupt another person’s scene. If you don’t like what you are watching,  walk the fuck away  (unless a lady has asked you to stay close for her safety). Spanking isn’t a competition,  and for a great many of us the mind fuck is far more important than how hard one can hit. Here is a story where I spanked three girls to tears due simply to the head space involved for all of them. STORY HERE.

5)  People have their own dynamics,  it isn’t right for anyone to question how another couple plays. Take my advice,  you are far less likely to find spanking partners at a party if your goal is to hit a girl as hard as you can. Save those types of spankings for the special relationships that people have,  don’t ever consider hitting someone as a competition. Likewise,  if you act like a dick,  word is going to get around pretty quickly.

Anyway,  I got sidetracked as usual. Here is the image which will be added to my WINDSOR’S PADDLINGS folder.

Sorority Spanking – 113

Before we start on the latest sorority spanking,  be sure to check out my SPANKING PICS website. For the entire month of March I will post a SPANKING BOOK COVER each and every day for the 31 days of March.

For the sorority spanking this week we go back to 1951. Now normally I would edit the image just to include the spanking/paddling portion,  but as you can see from this image the three photos on the page are all pledge related. So while only one of them feature a paddle wielding sorority sister,  the other two feature dominant looking women staring over their charges.

This will be added to my WINDSOR’S SORORITY SPANKINGS folder. Click the image for the full sized version.

Sorority Spanking – 112

For the sorority spanking image this week I was a little lax in jotting down the data. The image is from 1958, but the university I only put down YBK, so I have no clue which university this is from, however it is the Iota Beta sorority where the paddling is taking place. Hopefully the girl holding the paddle at one time received it as well 🙂

This will be added to my WINDSOR’S SORORITY SPANKINGS album.

REALSPANKINGS MOVIES

Sorority Spanking – 111

For a couple of years I ran a series of sorority spanking photos that I had collected over the years. This was something that I stopped when my work schedule became too much and I had personal things going on in my life. You will find photos from my WINDSOR’S SORORITY SPANKINGS collection frequently appearing on other spanking blogs, and I don’t blame them, they are very unique photos.

There are still a few dozen left that I have not posted as of yet, so I think for now I will post a weekly update on Friday’s until my collection has been depleted. I will still look every now and then, but vintage sorority spanking are much harder to find, far harder than STAGE SPANKING photos. The good news there though is that while I am the source for most of the sorority spanking photos on the Internet, it also means that there are likely plenty more out there that have yet to be found.

Another item that I have been meaning to do at some point is to rearrange my WINDSOR’S BIRTHDAY SPANKINGS album. Basically in this album it is a combination of birthday spanking photos as well as playful spankings from years gone by. The history of every photo is not known so I combine them both into one. What I am going to try and do if I can is separate the two sections into two different pages, one for birthday spankings and the other for playful spankings. It won’t be an exact science, but I will do the best I can.

Anyway, episode 111 of this series will be added to my WINDSOR’S SORORITY SPANKINGS folder, and this feature will run on Friday’s until such time as I have nothing left to share.

The photo below is actually huge, so to get the full sized version just hover your mouse over the photo, right click and select ‘Open image in new tab’.

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.

Top Ten Posts Of 2018

Every year I post a top ten list of the most viewed posts from the previous year. The criteria is simple, all of the posts shown below were posted in 2018 and the results are based on how many times that post was viewed individually. If a post was made in December 2017 and had enough views in 2018 to make the list, then I will include it here.

Number 1:

MOTHER SPANKS DAUGHTER – OVERHEARD

Every year there is one post that stands out far above all other posts in terms of numbers,  and this year is no different,  in fact,  this post was viewed more times in 2018 than all of the rest of the posts in the top ten list combined. This story was read 8,000 times in 2018,  and that number is just by people who directly clicked on the post. The number doesn’t include people who read it by entering my site via the home page.

I am going to be writing part 2 soon,  I promise,  and I will include some of the ideas that readers have submitted. But for now though,  if you haven’t read it yet,  here is the most read post on this website for 2018. It is a story of a boyfriend standing outside his girlfriend’s apartment as he listens to her mom giving her a spanking. READ THE STORY HERE.

Number 2:

GRACE’S BEDTIME SPANKING

I’m going to have to come clean here, the second most popular post from 2018 was my top ten review of 2017. This annual post is always popular, but as it is just a list of other posts, then I will remove it from the top ten of 2018. However, for transparency you at least know which post had the second most views.

There is no mistaking that there are only a few videos that appeal to me. My criteria for what I watch is very selective, any sign of it actually being in reality a vagina exposure movie as opposed to a spanking movie is a complete turn off for me. I simply can’t watch them, they ruin my headspace. Likewise, any movie that is a demonstration as to how hard the top can hit as opposed to being a spanking movie, that is also a turn off. My criteria for watching a movie is a good old spanking with zero exposure of genitalia.

The movie below, to me, is a classic case of a spanking movie done right. Nothing over the top in regards to severity, a great angle to watch a movie from, perhaps maybe a little lighthearted roleplay, but the spanking itself was great. I loved every minute of this short movie and apparently the readers of this blog did as well. It was the second most viewed post on this site in 2018, so if you want to get an idea as to what is important to me in a spanking movie then watch the one listed below. By the way, this isn’t a professional production, this is simply a guy with a camera at home, and it is perfect in every way.

WATCH THE MOVIE HERE

Number 3:

STORY THOUGHTS RESULTS

Perhaps somewhat surprisingly, the results of the spanking survey that I did where I asked everyone what type of spanking story that they like reading came third in 2018. Maybe not an absurd surprise I guess when you consider that over a thousand people responded to THE SURVEY, but considering the level of photos that I post then I was mildly surprised this one came in third.

CLICK HERE to read the results of the spanking story survey.

Number 4:

FATHER SPANKS DAUGHTER

So this was a little experiment that I did, being that my Mother spanks daughter posts are highly popular. I figured that I would try and see what the response would be for a Father spanks daughter post. The post in question did come in at number 4 for 2018, so perhaps there is some legs to it. The post included the image shown below from 1958, a real life dad and his daughter posing for a spanking for a newspaper article.

CLICK HERE for the post and the full sized copy of the newspaper article featuring the spanking image shown below.

Number 5:

WINDSOR’S SUNDAY CANDIDS – 69

The most viewed photos in the top ten I don’t choose, they are purely based on page views. So why this photo made the top ten I have no idea, it is simply a F/F paddling pic shot from the front. It isn’t one of my best photos by any means, but, that’s what people looked at in 2018.

CLICK HERE for the full post.

Number 6:

BIRTHDAY SPANKINGS

A lot of my audience comes to this site via search engines using some variation of the term birthday spankings. Obviously I have a number of stories on the subject and also a huge page full of vintage birthday spankings. This post featured a newspaper clipping from 1941, and I also included every link that is on my site for birthday spanking material. So if birthday spankings are your thing, this is definitely the post for you.

CLICK HERE for the full post and the full sized version of the image below.

Number 7:

OBSERVED SPANKINGS

While I was in Japan in November I wrote a little prose on my cell phone just to keep the blog active. There isn’t much to this post other than me talking about people being in a position to observe a spanking going on. It is quite the fantasy of many people, and of course all of us who grew up with the spanking gene remember each and every spanking that we saw or heard, didn’t we?

CLICK HERE for the full post.

Number 8:

INTERVIEW WITH OPHELIA DE HAVILLAND – PART 4

This audio interview was posted during my darkest period of 2018, right after my brother had died. It was a continuation of an audio interview that I conducted with Ophelia a couple of years back, which ended up being posted in eight parts. It is well worth a listen.

CLICK HERE for part 4 of the interview

CLICK HERE to check out all episodes in the series.

Number 9:

WINDSOR WEDNESDAY CLASSIC – 114

This was one of my personal favorites in 2018, but it only just crept into the top ten posts of 2018. It is one of those old time sexist ads, this one coming from Argentina in 1946. Now I almost exclusively post my own spanking finds, and this case was no different. However, the structure that I use for labeling my finds is unique, and while this find was in the folder that it should have been in, it was labelled with a different structure. So there is a remote possibility that I got it from another spanking site. It is unlikely but it certainly could have been posted elsewhere. Harry notified me that he had posted a copy of the ad previously, and that is good enough for me. I’m always overly generous when it comes to linking other spanking sites, even when I don’t have to, so I am happy to once more link to another site where you might find a lot of material that you haven’t seen before.

CLICK HERE for the full post and the full sized version of the spanking ad.

CLICK HERE for Harry’s post featuring the same ad.

Number 10:

SWITCHING SPANKINGS AT THE CABIN

To round out the top ten most viewed posts of 2018,  we finish with this old series of vintage photos that are quite unique. The photos feature a young couple in an old American log cabin taking turns spanking each other with a broom. No knowledge is given as to the relationship of the couple involved,  so that is left for you to decide. Next up will be my top ten stories of 2018.

CLICK HERE for both pictures that are in this post,  both of them are full sized.

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