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From the Top Shelf - The Maids Part II

Two maids are being punished by their master for their laziness while he was away. They have each had a dozen strokes of the cane.

"One dozen gone," I said, "one dozen still to go."

I positioned myself behind Rose once more, glancing at Elizabeth to see how she was bearing up. Her face was very pale; so deathly white, in fact, that I feared she might swoon. Watching a punishment can be trying indeed for those of a sensitive nature, and this, the first she had ever witnessed, was clearly having a profound effect on Elizabeth - not forgetting that her own punishment was stilk to come. Since fussing over her was out of the questiion, I could do little but carry on and hope she remained upright.

The next set was harder on the two maids. I am not without compassion, and I pitied them during their trial, but easing up now was out of the question. Call it a matter of principle, call it respect for my grandfather's spirit, call it what you will; I simply could not do it. I had promised Elizabeth that Alice and Rose would receive a severe punishment, and I was honour-bound to deliver one.

And deliver it I did - in threes, as before - each fierce stroke drawing the most wretched cry from the recipient. I had a concern that Alice in particular might not have the will to see it through to the end, but surprisingly it was Rose who broke first. On the eighth stroke of the second set, with just four remaining, she stood up and clutched her bottom.

"Down!" I roared. "Get back down! An additional six strokes for both of you!" She looked at me, and Alice turned her tear-streaked face to me also. I had never seen such abject misery in my life, and I hastily amended my decision. "Unless you bend over this very instant, that is," I growled, trying not to make it sound like an afterthought.

Rose quickly resumed her position. The last few strokes were truly dreadful for both of them, but finally it was over and they could stand up, and pull up their drawers slowly and with great care, and straighten their skirts, and wipe their faces with their handkerchiefs.

Often at this point I would deliver some suitably stern reprise, but I felt on this occasion the cane had spoken far more eloquently than I ever could, so I kept it brief.

"You may now go to your rooms," I said. "You are excused duties for the remainder of the day." I realise that I was sending conflicting messages, in that I had just punished them for slackness and was now giving them the day off. Practical considerations ruled, however. I thought it unlikely they could manage much more than to lay facedown on their beds for the next few hours.

They bobbed and walked stiffly from the room, and as they departed I did wonder briefly whether I had been too hard on them. They were acting on Elizabeth's instructions, after all, and following orders is all any servant can be expected to do. But anyone with a brain in her head would know what my response was likely to be. If they couldn't see that, then they deserved the two dozen for rank stupidity.

With the two maids out of the way I turned my attention to the chief defaulter. "Elizabeth," I said, "I trust that was a salutary lesson, for you as well as those two unfortunate young women."

"Indeed," she replied, so softly I strained to hear it...

"I promised you that your punishment would be crueller by far than theirs," I said. "Do you recall my words?"

"Yes, uncle."

I flexed the cane and examined it closely for signs of distress, for a cane that breaks during use can skewer the penitent with sharp splinters. Satisfied, I swished it through the air and saw Elizabeth flinch at the sound. She had tasted the cane before, of course, at Mrs Hammond's hand. Four dozen strokes in total, though for the first three the governess had used a tawse. That final dozen though, with the cane, would have given her some notion of what Rose and Alice had just endured.

I swished the cane again, to torment her.

"What might a punishment crueller by far then two dozen entail?" I asked. "Four dozen? Five? Six dozen, even?"

She dropped her gaze, and said not a word. I waited, watching her face, wondering if she would break down. It would be only human to burst into tears and beg for forgiveness. Many would. Somehow I knew Elizabeth would not.

The seconds ticked slowly by. Elizabeth remained still, with just the twitch of a muscle in her cheek to betray her nervousness. And still she did not speak.

"Very well," I said. "Consider yourself punished, Elizabeth. I trust you will never again fail me in this way."

For a moment she did not respond, then she looked up quickly, hope written across her beautiful face.

"Watching others suffer whilst waiting for punishment oneself can be cruel indeed, can it not?"

She nodded slowly. "It can."

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Let's hear what you had to say about this imp in the playground:

Our Bottoms Burn: This is better than letting swinging doors hit me.

Six of the best: She is saying, "Come all ye swingers, isn't my butt hot. If not now, it will be tonight, after my boyfriend spanks it."

Anon: "Swinging...hey, you know what this reminds me of?"

Season: "You said you wanted to see wood on my bottom. How's this?"

Ronnie: 'Do you think wood would be more effective than leather?'

Michael: "Nice blocking maneuver, honey, but nothing is going to protect your bum from that spanking I promised you."

Bonnie: "Ow! That swing is much harder than I remembered. Maybe I'll just pretend to swing."

-or-

"Yes, I do have marks, but you don't have to stare at them."

Alan: This isn't the "swinging wood " I was hoping for.

Bree512: I just remembered, I CAN NOT SIT DOWN!!! :-) Maybe, if I lay over the swing and you ummmm....push me with your hand...Yes that will work just fine. Giggles...

Dave: "Gosh! This is the word's most uncomfortable swing set. Did you build this rubbish?"

Michael M: "I am not getting off this swing until you promise to leave my bottom alone. Just because I am in my swimsuit does not give you free rein to spank me, you know."

Prefectdt: "What do ya mean? 'This park is for under 12s only.' I want at least 12 swats, probably more."

Red: Wish this wood was a paddle...

Hermione: "Care to give me a push with that big, strong hand of yours?"


Thanks for joining me in a swinging good time. See you next week for something more serious - maybe.

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This saucy miss seems to be having fun enjoying one of the simple pleasures in life. I don't know about you, but she seems quite spankable.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and i will publish them in the next post.

Detached Buttocks

I think these unopened field poppies look very spankable. The only trouble is, they don't come in pairs.

Is a single cheek as spankable as two? Or is something wrong with this picture?

He Keeps Me Guessing

Sometimes I start to feel that our spankings have become routine and humdrum. It's not that they aren't thorough and ultimately satisfying. But they're usually a bit too predictable.

Last weekend I asked Ron if he had something special planned for our imminent get-together. His answer was disappointing but not unexpected.

"No."

"Oh." I glanced at the clock on the wall behind him. "But you have 15 minutes to think of something to surprise me with."

You'll never guess - he did!

First of all, he included the dressage whip among the implements lined up on the bed. That was a surprise, because he rarely uses it. The wooden paddle and the shoehorn beside it were familiar, but the way he went about his task was quite out of the ordinary.

Ron gave my bare bottom a generous taste of each of the implements, saving the whip as the final entry in the first round, and I remembered why I dreaded the last implement so much. Besides the general severity of the narrow black shaft, the small red-tailed tip wrapped and stung my right hip repeatedly. I was uncomfortable, but silently vowed to endure this special addition.

Round two of the implements followed. After an application of the shoehorn, I heard the whirr of the dressage whip near my head as Ron rapidly swished it back and forth.  I groaned to think that it was next, only to be fooled as I felt - with great relief - the wooden paddle instead. And so it went. Whenever I heard the swoosh, I tensed and moaned, only to feel a completely different implement on my backside.

But he used the dressage whip too. Each time, I made my displeasure known as it marked my bottom, but Ron didn't realize that most of my vocal protests were because of the wrapping.

Our session went on somewhat longer than usual. That was another surprise that pleased me, although it put my obedience to a real test. My right hip was getting more and more painful, but it is a point of honour with me that I do not attempt to change my position or ask that the punishment cease.

It eventually ended, and I enthusiastically thanked Ron for a very exciting time.

"That was a lovely surprise," I gasped. He grinned modestly and put the implements away.

Then I went to the mirror and looked at the results of his efforts. My bottom was dark pink, and the spot where the tip had wrapped looked like it had been attacked by a swarm of angry bees. It was covered with hundreds of tiny raised red dots, each one a souvenir of Ron's attempt to make this spanking special. It was over 24 hours before the skin returned to normal.

I must remember to be careful what I wish for.

Wednesday WIN

These paddles displayed on your living room wall would proudly announce to the world that you enjoy spanking. This wall art measures 3' X 5' (90 cm X 150 cm) and is "inspired by ancient Asian paddles", according to the description on the website. The paddles are encased in glass and framed in wood, so you can't actually use them. Maybe that's a good thing.

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