I'm Going to Spank Some Ass

Yesterday, a female Canadian judge overturned three anti-prostitution laws, thereby offering sex-trade workers the ability to go to the police if they are in danger or have been the victims of violence in the line of duty. This is a major breakthrough, spurred on by various widely-publicized cases of prostitutes having being murdered across the country. The most notable was the serial killing of 49 sex-trade workers on the west coast. The murderer expressed regret at not having made it an even 50.

Dominatrix Terri-Jean Bedford, one of the litigants in the case, jumped to her feet when she heard that all three petitions had been granted. When asked how she was going to celebrate, she replied, "I'm going to spank some ass. Legally." while waving her trademark riding crop in the air. Watch her here! (thank you, Renee, for the link.)

Read the full story here.

Was Carrie Anne Carrying On?

Every time I hear the song Hey Carrie Anne by the Hollies on our Oldies radio station, I am struck by the possibilities hinted at in the first verse:

When we were at school our games were simple
I played a janitor, you played a monitor
Then you played with older boys and prefects
What's the attraction in what they're doing


Hey Carrie Anne, what's your game now, can anybody play

Do you suppose Carrie Anne was the spankee? By a boy playing the part of a janitor?


Or maybe she was the spanker. After all, she was a prefect.



But then the song continues:

You lost you're charm as you were aging
Where is your magic disappearing?

Oh, Carrie Anne! How you've changed!

The song concludes:

People live and learn, but you're still learning
You use my mind and I'll be your teacher
When the lesson's over, you'll be with me
Then I'll hear the other people saying


Hey Carrie Anne, what's your game now, can anybody play

So the janitor is now teaching Carrie Anne a lesson?

Let Them Eat Cake

Isn't this the perfect cake for a Spanko bachelorette party? Or even a stag night? I think a little pink sugar on those cheeks would make an even better statement.

Want to make one for your next party?


Buy the cake pan here.

From the Top Shelf - The Pearl

The Pearl, the underground magazine of Victorian England, has been published in its entirety as a single book. Called "a journal of voluptuous reading" by the publishers, the three volumes of six issues each contain serialized novels, short stories, letters, jokes, poems and much more.

Here is a tantalizing snippet from a serialized novel called Lady Pokingham, or They All Do It.

Christmas came, and with it arrived several visitors, all young ladies and gentlemen of about our own ages, to spend the festive season with us; our entire party consisted of five gentlemen and seven ladies.

New Year's Day was Frederick's eighteenth birthday, and we determined to hold a regular orgy that night in our corridor. Plenty of refreshments were laid in stock, ices, sandwiches, and champagne.

Frederick was master of the ceremonies, with Alice as a most useful assistant... When all had assembled in Alice's apartment, they found her attired in a simple, long chemise de nuit.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she said. "I believe we are all agreed for an out and out romp; you see my costume, how do you like it?" and a most wicked smile, "I hope it does not display the contour of my figure too much," drawing it tightly about her so as to show the outline of her beautiful buttocks, and also displaying a pair or ravishing legs in pink silk stockings.

"Bravo! Bravo! Bravo Alice! We will follow your example," burst from all sides. Each one skipped back to his or her room and reappeared in mufti; but the tails of the young gentlemen's shirts caused a deal of laughter, by being too short.

Alice said, "Well, I'm sure, gentlemen, I did not think your undergarments were so indecently short."

Frederick, with a laugh, caught hold of Alice's chemise, and tore a great piece off all around, so that she was in quite a short smock, which only half-covered her fair bottom.

Alice was crimson with blushes, and half-inclined to be angry, but recovering herself, she laughed, "Ah! Fred, what a shame to serve me so, but I don't mind if you make us all alike." The girls screamed, and the gentlemen made a rush; it was a most exciting scene. The young ladies retaliated by tearing the shirts of their tormentors, and this first skirmish only ended when the whole company was reduced to a complete state of nudity. All were in blushes as they gazed upon the variety of male and female charms exposed to view.

Frederick, advancing with a bumper of champagne, said, "We've all heard of Nuda Veritas, now let's drink to her health. The first time we are in her company, I'm sure she will be most charming and agreeable."

All joined in this toast, the wine inflamed our desires, and there was not a male member present but what was in a glorious state of erection.

"Look, ladies," said Alice, "what a lot of impudent fellows, they need not think we are going to surrender anyhow to their youthful lust. They shall all be blindfolded, and then we will arm ourselves with good birch rods, and then let it be everyone for themselves and Cupid's dart for us all."

"Hear, hear," responded on all sides, and handkerchiefs were soon tied over their eyes, and seven good birch rods handed round to the ladies.

"Now, gentlemen, catch who you can," laughed Alice, slashing left and right into the manly group, her example being followed by the other girls. The room was quite large enough, and a fine romp ensued.

The girls were as lithe and active as young fawns, and for a long time sorely tried the patience of their male friends, who tumbled about in all directions, only to get an extra dose of birch on their plump posteriors before they could regain their feet.

At last, the Honorable Miss Vavasour stumbled over a prostrate gentleman, who happened to be the young Marquis of Bucktown, who grasped her firmly round the waist, and clung to his prize, as a shower of cuts greeted the writhing pair.

You Completed the Caption for Vintage I

Here is the picture from yesterday's "Complete the Caption" post, with the original caption. I don't like it nearly as much as I do your suggestions.


Mitch - "Yes, Sir, the whips and paddles are packed. Oh, I also have your presentation to the Board of Directors."


Prefectdt - "It's bad enough getting punished but having to make my own stocks first is just too much." (I don't think that that is luggage and I believe that she is using a wood shaving plain, as in she is doing some woodwork.)


Sixofthebest - "I've been told by my boyfriend to make my own paddle, because the old one that he had been using on my bare bottom, has splintered. And it has to be ready by tonight, or my punishment with it will be doubled. "


Red - "Just letting you have a glimpse of me bent over, but with my clothes on. Here is the strap you requested, dear. "


Ronnie - "He told me to put the strap in but I wonder if I can squeeze the paddle in as well."

Ms Betty - "That rope's in here somewhere. Or it had better be. I did leave it on the bed with the other things you were to put in the suitcase. Why do you always have to make such a mess of the packing? We'll address that, too, just as soon as we finish talking about your behavior on the train."

Hermione - "Chocolate? No, there's no chocolate in here. I really don't need a spanking for hiding chocolate."

Complete the Caption for Vintage Photo I

Here's a vintage postcard depicting an attractive young lady with some luggage. But why is she kneeling on the wooden box? Is she expecting someone to give her posterior some attention? Who is she? A secretary? A maid? A girl going off to college?

Write a caption for this charming picture. Tomorrow, besides publishing your captions, I will also show you the original caption that was printed on the postcard.

SWAT Team

Did you think you were going to see a spanking picture?

Victorian Souvenirs VII

In this week's sketches from Souvenirs of a Boarding School, a naughty satyr chases a nude woman through the woods. Will she trip?



The school principal birches an idle pupil - one of the older girls who should have known better - while the Physics master looks on approvingly.

Wednesday WIN

Just the thing to protect a girl from a well-deserved bottom-warming.

Pain Hurts

It does? Really? Tell me something I didn't know.

More Romantic Fiction for Fall

When we left Brigitte, the heroine of Johanna Lindsey's So Speaks the Heart, last week, she had just received a beating for running away to avoid being forced to marry a man she detested. Rowland, the knight who found her and brought her home, spent the night with her in her chamber. Evil Aunt Druoga assumed (incorrectly, as it happens) that Brigitte was no longer a virgin, and called off the wedding. She also gave Brigitte to Rowland as his servant.

We resume our exploration of spanking nuances as Brigitte sits on a bench and waits for Rowland, prior to their departure. A man she does not know has joined her on the bench and is chatting with her. Rowland doesn't like what he sees and intervenes.

He reached down and yanked Brigitte to her feet. She started to protest his roughness, but thought better of it when she caught his icy glare.

"Do you know this man?"

"No."

"...Are you always this way with strangers?" Rowland demanded harshly.


"I did nothing wrong. I was in need of a friendly smile."

"That is not what you are in need of," Rowland said ominously.

He did not give Brigitte a chance to reply, but gripped her arm and jerked her away from the inn. She was embarrassed at being dragged behind him like a naughty child...

That sounds promising. A little later, after they have travelled all day and have stopped for the night, Brigitte suggests they part when they reach a certain town. Rowland has other ideas.

"I will hear nothing about parting, and I warn you, do not provoke me."

"Why do you hate me so?"

"Do you not hate me as well?" he asked casually.

She looked at him in surprise. "If you think I hate you simply because of your rough treatment of me since we left, then you are wrong."

"So you think I am rough, do you?"

"Certainly you are," she replied indignantly. "You have threatened me, and you bullied me at the hostelry, as if I had no right to speak to whomever I please."

"You have no rights at all."

Brigitte attempts to explain that she is no serf, but the daughter of a baron. Rowland is not impressed.

"It matters not what you were before. What you are now is my servant. You are bound to me, and if I hear you deny it once more, I will take a strap to your back."

Sounds fair to me.

Later, after he has gone in search of food and she has taken a bath in the icy river, he returns to find she has not started a fire as he had ordered he to.

"Come here, girl. Where have you been?"

Brigitte hesitated. She knew that tone... His hand caught her arm and slid down it, coming away wet.

"So a swim was more important than starting a fire against this chill?"

He hadn't struck her, and she took courage from that... One of his arms closed around her waist.

"Perhaps I can warm you better than the fire, eh?" He pulled her closer and reached for her belt.

It sounds like this could result in either spanking or lovemaking. I had hoped for the former, but was disappointed. But then, so was Rowland, as she slips out of his grasp and runs away. He catches her, of course.

"Where is the wench who fainted in fear the moment I laid her on my bed?"

"You praise yourself too much," she answered tartly. "I fainted from the pain in my back, not from fear of you."

"What was wrong with your back?"

"I was beaten, thanks to you."

Rowland frowned and gently placed her on his blanket near the fire. Against her murmured protests, he removed her belt and tunic, then raised her clothing and touched the area that no longer bothered her. Then he pushed her back down on the blanket and looked at her sharply.

"Does it still pain you?"

"No, why?"

"You still have bruises. A beating that would leave such violent marks a week later must have been very bad."

So he neither spanks nor seduces her then. You and I know he will do both, eventually.

Now let's move on to the travellers' destination, Rowland's father's castle. Brigitte has assumed the role of personal servant to Rowland, and takes her job very seriously, because she knows the consequences. While having a chat with a newcomer in the Hall, during which she confides her true identity, she interrupts the conversation:

"Rowland is here," Brigitte said to her new friend. "I must get his food."

Gui rose indignantly. "No, Lady Brigitte. You must not serve like a common serf."

"Oh, but I must," she replied, "or he will beat me."

And beat her he does.

But not just yet. Rowland finds out she has told her story to Gui, and is angry that she is telling lies in the hope of finding a protector.

"If you must beat me, Rowland, use a whip," she whispered. "I could not survive a blow from your fist, not when you are so angry."

But we are again forced to wait. Brigitte escapes during the night with her faithful dog, Wolff. (I told you she runs away a lot.) Naturally, Rowland finds them both in the woods.

Her eyes flew back to Rowland, and she saw that he had Wolff secured to the tree. And the reason he was tying her dog before he had said one word to her became clear. Rowland had something so terrible planned that he could not let Wolff loose. Before that thought even fully registered, Brigitte ran to her horse as if her life depended on it.

But she had waited too long. Her mantle was caught well before she reached the horse, and the clasp at her throat nearly choked her as she was jerked to a halt and then swung toward the fire. She fell to the ground...

She saw Rowland's boots next to her, planted far apart. She looked a little higher and saw his hands removing his belt... Before Brigitte could find the words to plead with him, Rowland's belt descended on her back. She gasped and cried out. He struck her again, and she screamed... By then, she was curled tightly in a ball, cringing as she waited for another lash. It did not come...

That's all, I'm afraid. He scolds her, she is unrepentant, they argue, and he makes her promise not to run away again. She refuses, and he explodes:

"Be damned!" he rasped, throwing a stick into the fire, sending sparks flying. "Then I cannot promise not to beat you again, And the next time you may not be so heavily clothed."

"I would expect no less of you," Brigitte snapped.

When they return to the castle, Brigitte must face an inquisition, because she stole a horse to escape. Rowland's evil stepmother is in charge.

"So?" Hedda demands of Rowland. "Will you have her stripped and flogged in the courtyard? The horrible example she has set must be corrected."

Rowland replied, "I have already punished her."

"If you did, it is not enough!" Hedda snapped. "She moves easily, without pain!"

Rowland rose, a threatening gleam in his eye. "Do you doubt my word, lady? Do you wish to feel what Brigitte suffered?" He reached for his belt.

Go, Rowland!! I'll skip the details, but the two young people eventually find their way into bed together and Brigitte no longer feels the need to escape from Rowland. The next passage finds them awakening after a night of passion. Rowland rises. No, I mean he gets out of bed.

Brigitte grinned and stretched languidly. "Are you certain you wish to leave now?" she asked, her eyes gleaming.

"Ah, damosel, do not tempt me," he groaned, turning away to find her clothes. She giggled, and he threw her clothes at her for punishment. "You will pay for that tonight, I promise you," he growled.

"I will look forward to it," she teased... He crushed her to him once again, then released her and whacked her behind. "Get dressed, wench."

And they lived happily ever after.

You Completed the Caption

I knew this intriguing picture would generate some off-the-wall captions. Here they are:


Bogey and Bacall - He has stepped away for a minute and she thinks it will be fun to hide. Of course, she knows she will pay for her mock rebellion.

Mitch - He'll never find the paddle in that pile, but I better scram anyway.

Ronnie - I thought it would be a good time to escape my spanking but now I'm in big trouble, I'm stuck and I can hear him coming.

Mick - Me escape? I was just looking for your favorite paddle, sir.

Prefectdt - Stay here and get a warmed back side or escape and freeze outside? Oh I do wish that I had remembered to bring some clothes!

Red - It looks like the daughter of Santa Claus, coming to bring you a pre-Christmas present.

Michael - Why do we have to hide the toys up here? We could keep them in a chest in the bedroom like everyone else.


Hermione - I've got to change into my my blue socks before he gets back. Now where did I put them?

Complete the Caption Continued

What's going on here? Could it be we are watching a scene unfold inside that most special place, a woodshed? Why is the person in the picture disappearing through a trapdoor. Is s/he coming or going? What's happening, or going to happen, and why?

Once again, the challenge is to provide a caption for the photo.

I will publish your captions in the next post.

Start the day off right

Then again, it could be a great start to the day. It all depends on your perspective.

And the state of your butt.

Victorian Souvenirs VI

For your enjoyment, here's another set of sketches from Souvenirs of a Boarding School. The naughty cherub is at it again, this time with a flogger, and the lady is enjoying it thoroughly.



Ladies, please! Form a line to the left, and one at a time, in an orderly fashion.




I love this fragment. The whips float in from nowhere, and the chains disappear around what seems to be a tree.

Spanko Elvis

A few years ago, I gave Ron a birthday card with a picture of Elvis spanking a young lady. It was a photoshopped image of Elvis in a characteristic pose, with arm outstretched, and it was really funny.

The card is nowhere to be found now, so I can't show it to you. I did, however, attempt to recreate the pose with a pair of dolls. Betty Boop wasn't on the original card, but I always thought she deserved a good spanking.

A Treat for Ron

Ron's birthday is coming up soon. If I gift wrap myself like this, do you think he'll forget about the wide screen TV that he was hoping I'd buy him?

Romantic Fiction for Fall

It's been a while since I explored works of romantic fiction for spanking scenes, but I happened across a stack of Johanna Lindsey novels and thought I'd try my luck.

The first one I examined, So Speaks the Heart, was an inspired choice. Set in France in 972 A.D., it had plenty of percussive talk and action.

The story is about Brigitte, a young woman done out of her rightful inheritance by her aunt, an evil woman who has designs on the estate after her brother-in-law dies. In true Cinderella fashion, wicked Aunt Druoda forces her niece to give up her fine clothes and toil as a servant. She tries to arrange a marriage between Brigitte and a wealthy but elderly landowner. When the girl refuses and runs away, she is apprehended by Rowland, a handsome knight who understandably thinks she is a runaway serf. He returns her to her aunt, who has her beaten for trying to escape.

Druoda gives her maid Hildegard her orders.

"I have something more important for you to do," Druoda said, glancing venomously in the direction of Brigitte's quarters. "The girl almost succeeded in escaping today, even with those fools I hired to prevent it. If not for the knight, she would have succeeded, and all we have achieved would be lost even now."


"You want her beaten?"


"Severely. Be sure to bind her mouth. I do not want the whole manor to know about it, but I want her to suffer as much pain as possible so that she will be in no condition to escape again. Do not draw blood. Wilhelm would not want his bride marred." Druoda smiled at her old friend. "I am sure he will take pleasure in marring her himself, if what I have heard about him is true."

So Brigitte is betrothed to a man who takes pleasure in inflicting pain. This could be interesting. I hope she stops this running away nonsense and agrees to the marriage. But I digress.

Brigitte lay motionless on her pallet, letting her tears fall freely. But crying only made her muscles jerk and the slightest movement was agony.


She still could not believe what they had done to her. She had only just finished washing her muddy clothes when Hildegard and the two guard burst into her room. She was stripped of her worn gown and gagged, and did not even have time to feel humiliated at being exposed to the two men before she was thrown face down on the mat and held fast by the guards. And then came the pain, as Hildegard let loose with her leather strap. It was as if fire licked across her back each time the strap came down, and she could do nothing but cry out against the gag in her mouth. She lost consciousness before she felt the last blow, and when she awoke she found herself alone, still naked.


She began to cry again, but only for a moment. She could not give up!

It doesn't look promising for her intended bridegroom. In fact, Brigitte has a fondness for escaping, regardless of where she is or whom she is with. But more about that next time. Yes, there is more spanking in this novel. Quite a lot, actually. And I'll share it all with you here.

Guess the Implement - the Reveal

It's no mystery that this month's mystery implement is a boot jack (aka welly taker offer, boot removal aid thingy, boot doofer, or spurner/eschewer). Who knew it had so many different names?



If you wear boots for some activity like horseback riding, you will find it much easier to remove your boots with one of these handy helpers.



Step on the boot jack with one foot, and slip the heel of the other foot into the curved opening, then pull your leg up and out of the boot.



The boot comes off without a struggle!


Thanks, everyone, for playing Guess the Implement. It won't be this easy next month.

Guess the Implement

The last two mystery implements (here and here) were rather difficult to guess, so this month I'm making it easy for you (I think).

If you engage in one of several vanilla activities that require a certain article of clothing, you will probably be familiar with this wooden item. If not, then give it your best shot anyway.

Please leave your guess as a comment, and I will reveal the answer tomorrow.

Good luck!