This year's must have Christmas gift

Todd and Suzy have created a wonderful game called Spankopoly. Yes, it's a lot like Monopoly, but it's designed specifically for Spankos like us.

They only have a couple of sets left, so hurry on over if you would like to put this game under your spanking partner's tree.

From the Top Shelf - The Tutor

I have chosen one of my favourite chapters from Kenneth Harding's Spanking Encyclopedia to share with you today. It is a tutor's personal recollection of a particularly difficult private student, and how he dealt with her attitude.

A young man in his mid-twenties, Mr. W, has been hired by a wealthy couple to tutor their only child, a daughter of 18. Eileen, a spoiled and rebellious girl, has done poorly in high school, and needs special help if she is going to pass the entrance exams to an elite college in the fall. Eileen's mother admits that they have been very permissive parents and have never spanked their daughter, but perhaps that is exactly what she needs now. Mr. W is given permission to motivate his pupil in whatever manner is most effective. He has never before administered a bottom-warming, but is willing to give it his best shot.

Mr. W admitted to the author that:

Eileen apparently saw in her mature young tutor a kind of challenge... The upshot of it all was that about the third week, Eileen became very saucy to me when I reprimanded her for doing slovenly work on one of the themes I had given her to write. Remembering her mother's suggestion, I calmly told her that if she kept up her cheekiness, she might be unpleasantly surprised, to which the saucy minx sat back in her chair, eyed me with a mocking little smile, and then asked quite matter-of-factly, "You mean you'll wallop me?"

I summoned up my own bravado and, looking her straight in the eye, retorted, "Yes, that is precisely what I mean." And then I promised her that the very next time her work was not up to snuff, I should regretfully but firmly be compelled to punish her.

Three days later, she handed in to me a theme which was atrociously done as far as neatness and legibile handwriting was concerned. Also, it showed that she had breezed through it with no reflection whatsoever... I told her, "Really, Eileen, this paper won't do at all. And you know that I gave you fair warning." To Which she replied, "I guess I shall just have to take the consequences, then, shan't I, Mr. W?"

Clearing my throat and assuming as much dignity as I could before her highly amused stare, I told her that I wished her to come place herself across my knees for a sound spanking. I shoved back the chair at my desk to make room for her, and she quite docilely came around to my right, looked at me again with that cheeky little smile of hers, and then asked, "Like this, Mr. W?"

Whereupon she plumped herself down across my lap, palming the floor and arching her quite sizeably rounded buttocks. She was, of course, fully dressed in a modestly cut skirt, and a blouse with a Peter Pan collar. Eileen was well-proportioned for her years, and I must admit to blushing a little at finding myself with her well-rounded and quite ample buttocks so defenselessly upturned to me.

In that position, the tightness of her skirt was emphasized over the ample and well-separated globed of her bottom, and it was as if even in thus submitting, she was making fun of me. I said something like, "Yes, that's quite right," and put my left arm around her waist to hold her in position.

Then I told her, very gravely, to prepare herself, and delivered a rather smart slap to the right side of her behind. She glanced back up at me, still with that teasing little smile of hers, and then had the utter audacity to remark, "You needn't be afraid to wallop hard, Mr. W. I won't break." This really got under my skin, and I let her have five or six really vigorous swats, distributing them all over her plump backside.

... When I paused, she looked up, let out a gasp, and then giggled, "That was something more like it, wasn't it? Do please tell me how many I must bear before I make it up." And this was really enough to make me wish I had chosen a more impressive means of punishment.

I think I said something like "Never fear, my girl, I'll give you fair warning when I've finished, " and then I started smacking away. She was a wonderfully good sport, I'll give her that. As my chair was rather low, she was able to balance herself on her palms and on the toes o her shoes, so that she kept her bottom arched up without flinching throughout what I considered a rather severe bottom smacking for a first time.

I must have given her about forty hard ones when at last I stopped, and I was out of breath. I ironically told her, "You may get up now, Eileen, and go back to your seat. I have some homework to assign."

She got up slowly, her face a littler flushed and her eyes quite bright, but otherwise, apart from a few gasps and startled little "ohhs," she had taken her spanking with remarkable stoicism. She tentatively put a hand behind her and rubbed a bit, then walked back to her place, her head still high, and as she seated herself--not without a swift grimace of discomfort, which I was secretly pleased to observe--she again had the temerity to call out to me, "It's not as bad as I thought, Mr. W. I don't think I shall need a cushion. And I'm sorry about my theme. I'll try to do better next time."

It was quite obvious to me that she had bested me in this first encounter and that it had not really been punishment at all. In spite of my being a mature male, I was still quite naïve about the behaviour of the opposite sex. But I was to discover my error and also learn something about Eileen exactly two days after that punitive session.

What did the young tutor learn about women? Come back next week and find out.

You Completed the Caption

Wait till you read the great captions for this picture!

Michael: "I wish the sculptor had finished us from the waist down."

"What teases! I didn't think stone could get any harder. These naughty imps need to feel our hands of stone."

SixoftheBest: Plato, the Greek philosopher is saying to his counterpart Aristotle,  "Is this Sarah Palin's and her daughter Bristol's bare bottoms I see before us?" And is answered by Aristotle, "Yes, their bare bottoms are tops for a good spanking."

A. Lurker: Stone(d?) Guy #1: In our day these public displays would not be tolerated!
Stone(d?) Guy #2: On my count. 1 . . 2 . . .

"Just our luck, finding these statuesque beauties to spank!"

"Are these ladies going to get stoned?"

 Paul Brozon: Well, obviously, the statute of limitations on their crimes had not expired.

Prefectdt: Statue on the left to statue on the right, "80 years we've been waiting for this moment, don't sneeze now."

Season: "Are you getting stiff?"

Hermione: The bums that launched a thousand swats.

Complete the Caption

This week's picture was given to me by my good friends Season and Michael. It certainly is intriguing. The statues look ready to administer corporal correction to the two ladies in the window. But why?

Leave a caption for the picture as a comment, and I will publish them in tomorrow's post.

Friday Fail

This is not a position I would ever want to find myself in for a spanking.

How's this for an ineffective spanking? At least they won't need to cover up their red bottoms before going into the water.

Automated Hourglass

Last week I wrote about my wish for a timed spanking and the idea of using hourglasses or egg timers.

Technology has come up with something even better!

Stoplights that look like old-fashioned hourglasses.

Wouldn't that be the perfect way to time a spanking? I wonder where I could buy one to hang in our bedroom.

A Television Startle

One of our favourite television programs from last season was Boston Med. This reality show was filmed inside three large hospitals in Boston, and each episode featured  three medical cases as well as the doctors, nurses and patients involved in them. It was the last place I thought I would see some spanking, but then, you never know!

Here is the synopsis of episode four:

A trauma surgeon fiercely committed to his work operates on a pregnant woman who was shot in the chest; a teen with a diseased heart waits patiently for a transplant; a pair of surgical residents take advantage of time off for a night on the town; an ER nurse relaxes on a cruise with her coworkers.

The picture above is of the nurse, relaxing on her cruise. To me, it looked very much like she was bending over for a spanking. The shot was repeated several times during the hour, as a teaser of what was to come, When it finally appeared in the storyline, I lost myself in fantasy and imaginings. Then I heard Ron say, "Did you see that spanking?"

"What? Do you mean that nurse bent over?"

"No, the next scene." My daydreaming had made me miss the real thing! 

I rewound the tape (we still use a VCR) and played the scene again. Sure enough, right after the scene on the cruise ship, the action switched to the club where the residents were enjoying themselves. A closeup of a male, his back to the camera, then a female hand landing a hard swat on his posterior!

That was worth rewinding. We laughed, exchanged knowing looks and carried on with the show. I hope there is more spanking this season, if Boston Med returns.