Big Bottoms in the News

A woman was arrested in Bloomington, Minn., for allegedly shoplifting at the Alaskan Fur Company. The store said she had taken a $6,500 coat, which she denied. Police found the hanger for the coat in her car, and she was arrested.

After three days in jail, the woman admitted to a detective she had taken the coat, but said she had already sold it. After further questioning, she admitted she still had the coat, and pulled it out of her underwear.

"She had modified her underwear," a police spokesman said. The 270-pound woman "actually cut the rear of the underwear out so that from the back it appeared she was not wearing underwear, and then stuffed it down the front," and it stayed there for the three days she was in custody.

From the Top Shelf - The New Story of O

In The New Story of O,  the anonymous author reinvents the submissive and ultimately discarded sex slave from Pauline Reage's Story of O and Return to the Chateau as a dominant, liberated, empowered woman, "transformed, renewed, fulfilled... The degradation, the floggings and the humiliations she had endured at Roissy had brought O to a supreme detachment, an impassivity worthy of the great mystics. Sex, love and the whip are beneath her now; instead she concentrates on the essential battle against men."

For your enjoyment, here is a glimpse of one of those battles.

James scowled at her. "Well," she went on, "we come to the heart of the matter, Monsieur James Pembroke. Which is me; O. O attracts you; O fascinates you. Not just as a woman; but because she can get what she wants.

...James noticed O's riding crop was lying on the table. It was a small one, made of black leather. He picked it up and went back to O. "We shall see," he said. "You're too sure of yourself, O. "You don't know me very well yet."

"If this will give you pleasure," she sighed, and let her tunic slip to the floor. Naked, she turned away from James and knelt on the floor, offering him her back. "Carry on," she said, lowering her head and lifting her buttocks above her ankles.

Seized with ungovernable rage, James raised his arm and brought the riding crop down on the white skin. O did not flinch. James applied three further blows, each of which lacerated O's body, leaving a burning red weal. O remained motionless and silent throughout the ordeal. Then James threw the crop on to the sofa. He wiped the sweat that was trickling down his forehead. He was breathing heavily and his face was scarlet. O lowered her head to the floor and lifted her arse higher. "Have you finished already? she asked.

James made no reply. "I'm not one of your thousand dollar whores," O said. "I can take some more."

James felt more exhausted than he did after making love. "Don't you feel anything?" he asked, in a weary voice. "Didn't that hurt?"

"Yes, of course," O replied, jumping to her feet. "But it isn't the number of strokes that you receive that indicates your strength; it is the skill that you exhibit in taking them."

Do you agree?

You Completed the Caption

Justice is well served by the captions you provided.

Six of the best: The honourable judge says, "For not completing Hermione's caption for week. I sentence you to 'six of the best, the very best strokes of the cane, on your bare bottom."

Terri: "What're you going to do, spank me?" The defendant asked, flipping up her skirt to show off her panties to the judge.

"Young lady, that's an instant twelve strokes with the senior cane for contempt of court." His honour's voice rang out crisply in the courtroom...

Clearly THAT was the wrong courtrooom to act up in!!

Season: Let the record show the defendant is highly spankable.

- or -

The defense calls its next witness, Herbie Hind, to the stand.

Ronnie: Judge - "I asked what colour were the pants you stole, not show me young lady."

Simon(e): Judge "I'm sorry but that is not what I meant when I said could I see the briefs before we start."

Bobbie Jo: Ok, your judgeship, all I did was take one measly candy bar. Just spank me and get it over with!

Red: Six of the best? Why only six? You can see I am well endowed to take many more...

Prefectdt: "But I've already been punished for that Your Honour. Look here's the stripes to prove it."

Rogue: Attorney to Court: "My apologies, your Honor. When my client said she would show her @$$ if she lost this case, I didn't realize she meant that literally."

A. Lurker: Defence: "If it will please the court, I will allow the defendant to present her brief."

Crown: "Motion to strike, Your Honour."

Judge: "Motion granted!"

Bonnie: "Bailiff, you may impose the sentence of this court..."

Lea: The judge is saying, "Miss Erica Scott, we meet again. Clearly the Spanking Court hasn't taught you your lesson yet."

Michael: When "Talking Out of Your Ass" was finally made a crime Miss Rosie Cheeks was the first person found guilty despite her impassioned plea to Judge Rodney Palm.

Hermione: What do you mean, they discontinued the Canadian prison strap years ago? In that case, I plead "not guilty".


Thanks for helping a young lady see the error of her ways.Next week we have a special celebration.

Complete the Caption

Court is in session. The crime and the punishment are up to you.

Complete the caption by leaving a comment, and I'll present your rulings in the next post.

Friday Fail

That's not the way to spank her. She's the wrong way up!

How's your Subspace?

This cartoon appeared in the newspaper recently, and I couldn't help smiling at the reference to TTWD - "... and rebalanced the subspace responders" - in the third panel.

Wouldn't a subspace responder be a handy gadget to have, so the spanker would know if the spankee was enjoying the experience?

The First Cut

The first cut is the deepest. That's the title of a well-known song, but it's also how I feel about spankings.

I look forward to being spanked and I always settle in eventually and enjoy the experience, but it's so hard to get through the first strokes.

Take last weekend, for example. Ron usually chooses the implements, but on this occasion he had the toy box open and gestured toward it.

"You choose," he offered magnanimously.

I thought a bit, then decided to go with all leather, and selected the dogging bat, the belt and the thick paddle. I lined them up on the bed and waited for Ron's reaction. He either didn't think I had chosen enough or wanted some wood in the mix, because he reached into the box and added a wooden paddle to the lineup.

He started with the belt, and because it's flexible he usually goes a little slower with it. This time, it wasn't slow enough. Each stroke seared my exposed cheeks. "Ow, ow, ow!"

The paddles were even worse; they came down harder and faster. As I chanted my mantra -  "Ow, Ow, Owowowowowow!" - a hundred thoughts ran through my head: Stop, stop. Slow down. Lighter. Take it easy. Take it back to the store. That's enough for today. I changed my mind. I don't want to do this.

I didn't say any of it out loud, of course. All I could do was repeat the magic syllable. If I yelled it loud enough he would...what? Stop? Ease up? Make me laugh?

What he did do was ask me, "What did you say?"

"Ow. Ow. Ow ow ow owowow!"

"That's getting monotonous."

"So what do you want me to say? Should I - ouch! - expand my vocabulary? Yikes! Woo hoo! Eek! Tabernac! There, is that better?"

"Much better," Ron laughed, never missing a beat.

And, as always, the fierce enemies turned into friends. The harsh attacks changed to sharp caresses as the magic took hold and I became silent, absorbing and savouring each sensation.

But maybe you can help me think of something new to say while I'm protesting. I wouldn't want to bore my spanker with the same old syllable.