These ladies are having a little bedroom get together, with a bed full of cookies, Ding Dongs, Ruffles and soda. I wonder if that is the reason for the spanking that is about to happen?
I’ve had this image for a long time and I think that it dates back to the 1980s, though perhaps it could be early 90s.
This is just one of a handful of 1950s spanking pics that I recently compiled. In this set alone there are three spanking images. I believe that it is the same woman in each of them, but she is wearing two different outfits.
Did you know that the very first spanking that I gave in America was a birthday spanking, 40 freaking years ago already, holy smokes. The summer of 1985.
This image actually aligns with two recent threads that were posted on the plugboard of the Library of Spanking Fiction.
Those threads concerned an unintended panty peek. Only the trained eye would spot this, but I do happen to notice that the same problem persisted in the 1950s. We can clearly see the top of her white panties peeking out above the waistband of her Pedal Pushers. Almost certainly nylon as well.
Now that I have this proof from the 1950s, it will be included in a story down the line.
In just over a week’s time I will be celebrating my 19th anniversary of this spanking blog. Now I don’t like to tease, but I have one of the best vintage spanking pics I have found that I will post on the anniversary date. It is a real corker.
In fact, I have half a dozen bangers that I am saving for a rainy day, and there are some real gems amongst them. They are mostly 1950s spanking pics, but none of them are mainstream. These are actual photos.
Today’s entry also follows along those lines, though I don’t have an exact date. I’m going to guess that this one is from around 53/54. It features an American man and a Japanese woman. I have a picture of the woman’s face along with her friend, so that information is verified.
I’m not sure if this is an American serviceman, or if this is a post-war reconstruction worker. Either way, a color spanking pic from 1950s Japan! That’s not something that you find everyday.
Recently I was doing a dive for Taming of the Shrew spanking pics. I’m going to be honest, it is easy pickings really. There are globs of them out there to be found, so I always tend to stick to the better ones.
With that said, what could be better than this pic? Other than her dress being pulled up, of course.
Isn’t this a fantastic, happy spanking picture? I really like this one!
Truthfully speaking, I will never run out of spanking pics. With that said, though, I have noticed that my rare finds are beginning to dwindle somewhat. By rare finds I mean the types of pics that have scarcely been seen in the spanking world, if they have been seen at all.
Years ago I remember someone in the spanking community asking me for the exact details of some recent spanking pics that I had posted. When I asked him which ones specifically, he basically replied “all of them.” That was when I knew that even collectors would secretly marvel at the pics that I find.
There is one folder that I have that I have hardly dipped into yet. It is a collection of images I have discovered in old family albums. The reason that I haven’t shared any of them is simple, they were all found behind a pay wall. Had they been posted publicly then all bets would be off. These images, however, were posted with the understanding that they were protected and would be seen by members only. Damn it if I don’t have morals.
That is one area that I am old school in. Contained in my files are literally hundreds of personal spanking photos that I have taken over the years. For any personal spanking image that I have posted on this blog, I can pretty much guarantee that I have upwards of two dozen pics that were never posted.
Here’s the rub, though, nobody will EVER see those pics. I’m no longer in touch with most of the people who I have had photos taken with, and despite whatever faults that I might have, the biggest plus that I have is integrity. People entrusted me with the spanking images that we took, and I will take those to the grave with me, they will never be posted.
Any image that I received permission to post, then those ones are fair game to repost. But the private pics are exactly that. Trust and privacy is something that I value dearly, and I would never break the trust of our community.
It takes me back a few years to something that I witnessed online. There was a spanking producer whose work I simply loved over the years, but there were two incidents where I simply couldn’t believe what I was reading. In one incident this person freely discussed the drug use of a former scene worker because they didn’t like what the person had said in an interview. And there was a second incident where some deeply private correspondence was shared publicly in order to kink shame someone. Same person breaking the trust in both incidents.
It is something that I can’t tolerate, and it goes against my ethics and values. So rest assured, if you have ever had a spanking picture taken with me, they will never be shared as long as I draw breath. That should be comforting to those who know I have private spanking photos, they are safe with me.
I know what it is like to lose trust in someone, and I would never want a person to feel betrayed by me the same way that I felt betrayed by someone else.
Anyway, I’m starting to build my individual story pages, so that is a work in progress. For now, here is your weekly Wednesday classic. I’ve blabbered on so much that I can’t even remember the pic that I planned to post, lol.
At the moment I am building individual pages for each of my eleven books. When it comes to promoting the books, Amazon has a 10% rule.
Many years ago I often wondered why the author Rollin’ Hand shared his stories the way that he did, and now I know the answer to that. He was only allowed to share the first 10% of each book as part of his agreement with Amazon. I now have that same agreement.
There is only one problem with this, and that is the first 10% of my books rarely describe any spanking action. When I write a story, it generally requires a lengthy buildup to the action.
So what I will do each time I build a new page, I will make a post including the first 10% of each book. If you don’t want to read the ‘teaser,’ and trust me, they will all be one frustrating tease after the other, then I will make sure to add a spanking pic before the story. That way, if you only come here for the spanking pics, then you will still get your regular dose of spanking images. 😉
The opening chapter to DISCOVERING SPANKING is underneath the image.
DISCOVERING SPANKING
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There had been a rumor going around in the neighborhood of an event that had occurred, one that involved one of the men in the neighborhood and a young woman who was visiting him. Like a game of Chinese whispers, this rumor soon took off into a life of its own, each time being embellished further and further away from the truth. There was some truth in there, but exactly how much, nobody knew.
Susie had heard of this rumor, and she was a very curious cat to know whether it was true or not. The rumor involved a friend of hers, Lisa, and try as she might, Lisa remained tight-lipped about the whole affair, like she was keeping a deep, dark secret.
Susie thought of the rumor going around, and she couldn’t understand Lisa’s take on it. If that had been her, she would have made it abundantly clear that it wasn’t true, but Lisa didn’t do that. Instead, she just used ambiguous terms whenever the subject was brought up. Statements like, ‘People do like to gossip,’ or, ‘everyone is always trying to get in other people’s business.’ She never outright confirmed nor denied what had supposedly occurred, nor did it seem to bother her that people were gossiping. Susie simply had to find out for herself. It was time to put on her detective hat.
Susie knew Mr. Johnson from the neighborhood, though not so much other than as a friendly face to say hi to every morning, or quickly make some small talk on the way past his house. She never took him for that type of man, never. If she had, she would have spent far more time getting to know him. But no, it couldn’t really be true, could it? She had to find out for herself.
Each day she would go on her walk, but rarely was she able to talk to him whenever he was in his yard. What she wanted to ask him couldn’t be shouted from a distance, it had to be asked up close, like the little secret that it was.
She had walked past his house perhaps a dozen times, each time hoping that he would be close enough to the fence, but he never was; he always seemed to be out of arm’s reach. That is, until that one fateful day.
This was the day! Detective Susie was going to get to the bottom of this malarkey.
As she approached, she could already see him from a distance; he was tending to his garden, right by the fence. Susie was elated, she would finally get a chance to ask him in person whether the rumor was true, she desperately wanted to know, it was very important to her.
With a smile on her face, she sauntered by on the path outside of Mr. Johnson’s house, ready to greet him cheerfully. His back was to her as Susie neared, but that didn’t deter her.
“Hi, Mr. Johnson.” She greeted him warmly.
He turned his head and was pleasantly surprised to see the young woman from the neighborhood.
“Hello, Susie, what are you up to today?” He asked in reply.
“Just going out for my daily walk. It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”
Yes, indeed, it was a lovely day. It is always a lovely day when a neighbor stops by for some small talk. There was one problem for Susie; how was she going to be able to muster up the courage to ask him if the rumor was true?
They briefly talked about the weather, politics, and the state of one of the gardens in the neighborhood, but she couldn’t find the right segue into what she really wanted to ask him. That was, until Mr. Johnson seemed to indicate that he needed to get back to finishing his self-imposed task for the day. It was now or never for the budding young sleuth.
“Mr. Johnson,” she said, “can I ask you something?”
“Sure thing,” he replied, “what’s on your mind?”
“This may sound rather peculiar, but are you aware that there is this rumor going around the neighborhood about you?”
“People say the darndest things, Susie, nothing but busybodies not minding their own business.”
“But doesn’t it bother you what they say? I mean, it sounds rather personal, if you don’t mind me saying. I would for sure want to put a stop to the rumors if they weren’t true, if it were me.”
“I can’t control how people spend their time, Susie, if they want to spend it gossiping about me then so be it, and it doesn’t bother me.”
He was doing the same thing that the blasted Lisa had been doing, neither confirming nor denying the rumor to be true. It was so infuriating, but she wasn’t leaving that spot until she knew the truth, so she flat-out asked him.
“Is the rumor true, Mr. Johnson, did you really do that?” she requested.
It was the strangest question to ask for sure, right outside in the open air no less. Not that anyone could hear her, but still, it wasn’t like they were sitting at a kitchen table discussing this. Then again, perhaps that was the thrill of it, knowing that people might be watching from afar; it added a little bit of excitement to the discussion.
The look on Susie Brown’s face was priceless when the answer came; did Mr. Johnson really just say that he DID, in fact, give her friend Lisa a birthday spanking? Ever since she had heard this rumor a few weeks ago, she had been curious about it, perhaps knowing that her own 20th birthday was just a week away, so she shyly started to ask him how it came to be that he spanked her. Was Susie trying to get an idea of what a birthday spanking might entail herself to satisfy that curiosity of hers?
Her face couldn’t get any redder if she tried, as she asked. “How did the spanking come about?”
“Oh, that was easy. I knew it was her birthday, so I asked her if she had had her birthday spanking yet. When she said no, I told her that I would gladly give her one if she wanted me to.”
Susie thought long and hard for a moment. This rumor must have been going around for months. Lisa’s birthday was 6 months ago already; how come she only heard about this rumor recently?
Still, she was very intrigued by this during her thoughts. What type of girl would willingly bend herself over the lap of a man for a birthday spanking, and at her age? Why Lisa is just a few months older than Susie is herself, what on earth would make her bend over and stick her bottom up in the air, ready for a stern man to spank those cheeks until they were bright red? Those naughty, bare bottom cheeks, the ones that were clearly made specifically for that purpose. Focus, Susie, focus.
“So, um, I guess you gave her 20 playful taps, or something? I’m just taking a guess here.” She asked, with her mind full of the sight of a naughty bare bottom getting spanked.
Mr. Johnson smiled at the blushing Susie, and he started to give her every little detail she seemed to be pressing for, with a devilish grin on his face, “Well Susie, we were in my living room, near to where my dining table is. I grabbed one of the chairs and put it in the middle of the room, then Lisa went over my knee, just like a bad little girl does. This was the fun part though, I pulled her skirt all the way up her back and I started patting the seat of her panties, and I told her that she was lucky that she was only getting a birthday spanking, because if she was getting a real one, she would be a very sorry young lady. The poor little thing was squirming all over my lap, and I hadn’t even started her birthday spanking yet. So anyway, I gave her 20 spanks and then, of course, the one for luck and one to grow on, and that was that, a well-spanked little girl with a red bottom standing in front of me trying to rub the sting out.”
Susie almost fainted at such a vivid description of a naughty girl getting an actual spanking, just like she had always imagined. What a vision Susie had in her mind.
“Didn’t she mind that you saw her panties?” She murmured.
“I’m pretty sure she wasn’t thrilled about it, but I firmly believe that when a girl goes over my knee for a spanking, any girl that is, she should at least feel the spanking, even if it is just a birthday spanking. And poor little Lisa was wearing these tiny nylon bikini panties, so they didn’t offer her much protection at all. They were the cutest things that really accentuated her curves, and you should have seen them ripple and flutter every time my hand smacked them; it was the most delightful sight to behold,” he said, as he laughed.
With her cheeks burning from her blush, Susie replied playfully, “That must have been positively awful for her, being spanked at her age.”
He winked back, “She didn’t seem to mind TOO much. If she did mind, she wouldn’t have been so sassy during her spanking.”
Detective Susie was taking all kinds of notes in her head; she was close to solving the case, but she felt that she needed to see the evidence first. A good detective always ensures that they visit the scene of the spanking, err, crime.
The next two times that Susie saw Mr. Johnson in the garden, she didn’t make any mention of her upcoming birthday, but she did pay close attention to the size of his lap and the size of his hands. On the morning of the day before her birthday, she took her shower and got herself ready for the day; instinctively, upon opening her drawer, she selected a thin pair of white nylon panties. She blushed as she pulled the flimsy material up over her butt and studied it in the mirror, imagining what Mr. Johnson was going to see. The moment that he had told her the type of panties Lisa was wearing the day she was spanked and how much he enjoyed spanking her naughty bottom over them, she knew right away that she would follow suit. No wait, what was she thinking? There was no way he was going to spank her.
Next she chose a short flared skirt, one that wouldn’t take much to lift up as she demonstrated once again in the mirror. Just in case she also had to suffer that indignant trip over his lap. He wouldn’t do that to little old me, would he? She pondered.
As she walked towards Mr. Johnson’s house that morning, like she did every day, she convinced herself that a spanking wasn’t going to happen; after all, that’s silly, even if it was her 20th birthday tomorrow.
As Susie approached the house, she could see him in the garden already; only this time she didn’t just wave and say hi as she was passing. This time she stopped at his fence and started talking to him. If he didn’t come over now, then she would try and catch him on the way back, but thankfully he started to edge closer as he made small talk about the weather.
They talked for a few minutes before Susie completely chickened out, even going as far as starting to walk away. All of a sudden she stopped, turned around, and with a blushing face she said, “I have to finish my walk early today so that I can get home and get changed; my friends are taking me out for my birthday dinner tonight.”
“It’s your birthday, Susie, and you didn’t say?” Mr. Johnson smiled, “Did you get your birthday spanking yet?”
With her face bright red, Susie replied, “Not yet, but I was hoping maybe I would get one later from my friends.”
“If you want one, I can give you one right now if you want?”
Mr. Johnson was a wise old man. Susie’s earlier questions regarding Lisa’s birthday spanking let him know pretty early on that she was interested in the subject, and what a coincidence that she showed up at his house on her birthday, wearing a short flared skirt no less.
“Oh, I’m not sure,” she responded coyly. “That sounds awfully embarrassing, I must say.”
Opening his gate, he ushered her in. “Why don’t we go inside and talk about it?”
Susie shrugged but dutifully followed him inside his house.
“That’s quite a coincidence that we were talking about Lisa getting her birthday spanking just the other day, isn’t it?” He teased her.
“It is, I guess.” She replied. “I just wanted to know whether or not the rumor was true, you know, I didn’t want anyone thinking badly about you or anything.”
“I don’t think there is really anything that bad about giving a young woman a birthday spanking, but people do like to gossip. In fact, some women might well enjoy something like that.”
The temperature in Susie’s face was rising. Who on earth would ever enjoy something like that, she thought to herself, perish the thought.
Susie then watched as Mr. Johnson pulled the chair out from his dining table and moved it into the middle of the room. Was Detective Susie finally going to get to see the evidence? Her stomach was flipping rapidly as he sat down.
“So what’s it to be, Susie?” he asked. “Are you ready to join the birthday spanking club?”
The first thought that came to her mind as he guided her over his lap was how helpless she felt, like a little child with her bottom sticking up in the air. Mr. Johnson wasted no time in pulling her skirt right up, so far that the bottom of her back was also bare. She was so embarrassed, a grown man getting to see her bottom like this, encased in the smallest of panties.
Mr. Johnson chuckled, “Did you and Lisa go panty shopping together, or are little white nylon panties the in thing now?”
She couldn’t believe that he was talking about her panties, nor that his hand was placed firmly upon them. It was purely a coincidence that she had specifically chosen to wear these panties today; it didn’t even cross her mind that they would be exposed for a spanking. Pure coincidence it was.
Mr. Johnson asked her one more question, “Do you remember that I lectured Lisa first?”
“Yes, Mr. Johnson.”
“Very well then, we shall begin.”
Mr. Johnson began to spank each panty-clad cheek in turn throughout his pre-spanking lecture. “Now then, Susie, you are a very lucky girl that all you are getting today is a birthday spanking, because if I had you over my knee for a proper spanking, you would be a very sorry little girl.”
She had no idea how many times his hand had just come down on her little bubble butt, but each panty-covered cheek was beginning to feel the warmth beneath it. What was really strange, though, was that she no longer minded as much. Yes, she felt every smack, but it wasn’t exactly bad. In fact, now that the lecture was over she was almost disappointed that all that was left was her birthday spanks.
Mr. Johnson addressed her one more time as he rubbed his hand over her bottom. “Now, Susie, are you ready for your birthday spanks, or are you going to be like Lisa and need me to repeat what I just said?”
For the first time a smile came over her face as she looked over her shoulder, almost giggling as she saw her scantily clad bottom sticking up in the air. “That’s hardly fair, Mr. Johnson, my bottom is already burning, and you are asking me if I want you to spank me some more?”
“Oh, this isn’t spanking, Susie,” he said as he resumed warming her panty-clad bottom, “This is just a few playful swats between friends.”
Susie giggled and kicked her legs in a playful manner as his hand came down over and over on her bottom. “Ouch, that’s not fair, I’m not going to be able to sit down at dinner tonight if you keep this up.”
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As you would have noticed on this blog, I will occasionally dabble with AI enhanced pics. A lot of what I find and discover on the Internet is in dreadfully poor shape, but I tend to save even the worst pictures. My premise always being the following. The pictures may look like shit, but someone, somewhere, might well find some historical appreciation of the images.
So let me share with you what I have learned so far. If you have a stunningly good vintage spanking pic, then you might well be able to produce a very good AI enhanced copy of it. Take for example one of the best spanking finds I have made, and brought to the community.
This is the spanking scene in the stage play, “Roger the Sixth.” It was assumed to be a lost pic until I paid a mint to join a British newspaper site where I found the image. As you can see below, for a vintage pic it is pretty much A+ in terms of quality.
What if I ran this clear image through an AI enhancement generator, though? Naturally a vintage image this clear works wonders in an AI machine. As you can see, it refines the old pic and makes it as clear as day.
Now, some of you may well prefer the original copy. All I am doing is showing you the possibilities. Here is the updated version after AI cleaned it up.
You have to look closely at the first example because the only real changes are the clarity within the image itself. But let’s scale it down a little bit.
For our next example, let’s take a mid-range spanking pic of dubious quality. Good enough that you can see the action, but the picture is in poor condition overall.
Is this perhaps the best use of an AI enhancement? Having run it through the generator the image quality is vastly improved. Most notably, the ‘plastic’ feel in the enhanced pic isn’t very big. It is hedging towards some 2D frames, but overall it retains its original form with a much clearer version.
Perhaps the above example is the limit as to what an AI enhancement generator can actually do right now. That doesn’t mean that it won’t get better, and truthfully speaking, it probably will get better within the next couple of years.
This example process wouldn’t be complete, though, if I didn’t also share a spanking image that is complete wank in quality.
Let’s see what an AI generated enhancer can do with this beauty.
As the old saying goes, you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear!!
Are there improvements? I would say that there are some. The writing is clearer, and it has enhanced about 50% of the exterior, but did it do a good job overall? I would have to say no. If you have a thing for one-eyed women then perhaps you might enjoy it more, but as it stands an AI enhancement generator can’t do much for those really poor pics.
It will improve, that I’m in no doubt, but it isn’t quite there yet.
Leave a comment if you so wish… Who am I kidding, lol.
It must be that time again for ol’ Windsor to spam one of his books! 😉
Before I do that, I’m going to be responding to comments once I have finished this post. In one of the comment replies I will be referencing a story. What is the story in question you may ask.
My friends over at Spanklit Stories recently posted a story. I believe it is a story that they posted on their old site and it is called A TOKEN OF TRADITION.
The spanking story in question is very much in the same vein to the spanking stories that I write. Obviously the style is different, but the concept is very similar. So if you like my spanking stories then there is a chance that you will enjoy that story as well.
It is a birthday spanking story with a twist. Coincidentally, the spanking image today is also a birthday spanking. And the book I am spamming, that also has a birthday spanking theme, however, both lads in the story get some pretty sound spankings from three women. Their own mom’s, followed by their best friend’s mom, and finally they are tricked into asking for a spanking from their respective female neighbors.
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Best Friends – F/M Spankings
This short story is approximately 16,000 words long, and it features the F/M spanking dynamic. Read the sample pages for an idea as to the content of the story.
Two young men have been friends for years, dating all the way back to the first time that Robbie and Nick had found out that they shared the same birthday. As was common where they lived and grew up, birthday spankings happened every year, but now that they were about to turn 19 years old, things were going to be a little different this year.
The two best friends and their moms meet at one of the houses, and a double birthday spanking ensues, but what happens afterwards is a complete surprise. For the first time in their lives, both lads are each going to be spanked by their best friend’s mom, with a hairbrush, and on the bare bottom.
It doesn’t stop there. The following day they are reminded that they haven’t officially had their 19th birthday spankings yet, and two of their next-door neighbors willingly deliver these spankings. The lads are even tricked into asking for a spanking, something that confuses them.
This single story contains several F/M spankings, some humility, and a lot of embarrassing situations. The eBook contains a lot of humor and some fun, contrived situations as well. All of the characters in this story are fictional, and all are over the age of 18. Read more…
The pair of them should be spanked for it, and not with a tomahawk but with a small paddle!! Those outfits are certainly revealing for the 1950s, so I doubt if they were used for Halloween!
Stuck in the middle!!
We’re not talking about today’s pick here; however, it is the perfect pic for what is on my mind. So let’s get the pic out of the way first, and if anyone wants to hear me blather about social media and politics, then you can do so below the image.
When I first posted this photo, probably around 13 years ago or so, I wasn’t 100% sure whether it was an F/F or an F/M spanking pic. To be honest, I’m still not sure, though having enhanced it, I’m perhaps leaning more towards F/M now. Stuck in the middle of two gorgeous women while being paddled by an older woman.
The writing on the paddle says ‘Marge’s Bill.’ Why, I have no idea. The fact that I was so sure was because when I originally posted it, I said so. That would normally mean that the information came with the picture. The other alternative is that someone took a guess, though that is less likely. I remember putting one pic like this up before (might even have been this one,) and a reader was able to decipher what it said. The reason that I remember that is because it is the one and only time that this lady has left a comment on my blog.
Here’s the kicker, though. I labelled the pic, so I know exactly which college it came from. So with the name in hand I went looking, found the online yearbooks, but there is no such image in the 1955 yearbook. This means that it is a different college of the same name in a different state.
Anyway, the spanking pic does allow one’s imagination time to create stories.
If it is F/F, and this is, in fact, a sorority, as I suspect, then here are a couple of thoughts. Is this the initial initiation paddling given by the housemother? Perhaps the open window signifies trying to sneak in after curfew. Probably my favorite, though, is getting a demerit paddling with an audience from the local fraternity outside seeing her face. She has to do her best not to yell out or show any discomfort.
What if it is F/M?
Sneaking into the sorority is definitely an option with the open window. Perhaps it is the boyfriend of one of the sorority sister’s, and they get initiated by the housemother as well. Maybe a potential story, though, the younger brother of one of the sorority sister’s is visiting the school for his upcoming admission! He stops by the sorority house and, well, boys will be boys, lol.
Richard Windsor is stuck in the middle.
I have a book that is almost finished, but I haven’t even looked at it for a week now. Years ago I left FetLife, then I abandoned Twitter because of the scene behavior on there, and now, I’ve left Facebook. I do have a Twitter account that I created later on, but that is only to follow scene-related producers. I haven’t posted a single thing on there with the new account, and I never will. My homepage is set to ‘following,’ and I don’t venture from that page. My Facebook is also active, but I haven’t even looked at it for weeks.
I’m really at the ‘fuck this world’ phase of my life. Not in the sense that I don’t want to be a part of it; I just don’t want to be a part of anything outside of my own little bubble.
The events last week sickened me to my stomach. Both sides of the aisle are pointing fingers. “They’re the ones that do it,” — “No, they’re the ones that do it.” Newsflash: they all fucking do it, and it is getting worse by the year.
It was always there, though. I remember attending a party in Chicago and going up in an elevator with a play partner for a private session. Before the elevator doors had even opened. “Obama’s an Islamic terrorist, you know that, right?”
We’re at a spanking party for Christ’s sake; can’t you leave your hatred at home for a couple of days? It is the one and only time in my life that I turned a session down, only a few minutes after I had agreed to it.
Look, I’m a leftie, always have been. When I was young, I was a proud member of the Labour Party Young Socialists, The Anti-Nazi League and a strong supporter of the UK miners. As the years went on, I softened, as we all do, veering more and more to the center with every passing year. I’m at the stage in my life now where the Democrats would call me center-leaning, and the Republicans would call me a radical left-wing lunatic. Trust me, though, I’m very much stuck in the middle, with a heavy lean to the left of the line. 😉
It’s been a tough year. You have to remember, I’m an immigrant, a 29-year green card holder. Any day now I could be next. Yes, I’m white, and I’m European, so I get my bag of privileges to go along with that, but I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t worried when my green card is up for renewal in 16 months’ time.
Then last week, I was beyond horrified. Not only by what had occurred, but by everyone promoting their talking points before the ink had even dried. What occurred seemed less important to most people than the need to start promoting one’s own cause and blaming the other side seconds after it had happened. Almost like it was more important to them that a Democrat/Republican did it than the god-awful tragedy was itself.
I just don’t want to hear it anymore; I’m sick to my stomach of the lot of it.
Every year I seem to slip deeper and deeper into life before the Internet. I don’t even read the news anymore, other than the headlines on the homepage of the BBC. No news, no social media, just a good old-fashioned spanking blog.
This is the only place that I have any contact with anyone anymore. A handful of times a year I might get a spanking email, but unless someone makes a comment on this blog, I have virtually no contact with the spanking world anymore. That may surprise you, but it’s true. My spanking star has shone already. Turn off the lights, Gracie.
Don’t read this wrong. I’m not clinically depressed or anything like that; I’m just sick to death of all of the hate in this world, and it’s only getting worse. My little bubble is this spanking blog, writing books, watching soccer, and playing fantasy football and fantasy soccer.
I should be finishing my book, it’s almost done already, but I have no enthusiasm to do so.
To make matters worse, one of my favorite Youtuber’s (a Republican,) has gone full-on right wing this past week. Gone is the pretense of welcoming both sides, nope, he’s actively leading the way to curtail any speech that he doesn’t like.
Free speech: Just as long as I approve of what you are saying.
Alright, maybe I will treat myself to a subscription to a spanking site this weekend to help me avoid the news.
My book was due at the end of August, but fuck it, I will have it finished by next week now. My initial plan had been to write ten books in 2025. Well, I already have ten books selling. Anything from now until January is gravy.
Be nice to each other folks.