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I saw this somewhere recently. It may not always work, but there’s a kernel of truth in it, at least:
Women are not complicated.
When you know she’s in a grumpy mood, walk in her door with your belt dangling from one hand and a bag of takeout food in the other hand. Watch to see which one she looks at first. She either needs a snack or a spanking.
Or both.
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In the book Jewel, by F.E. Campbell, our heroine has been kidnapped by a dissolute nobleman who has a very convenient dungeon under his mansion. She’s in love with him, but not at all on board with his sadistic schemes for her. And now he’s explaining his intention to give her a whipping:
“You’d actually whip me, your little Jewel?”
“Yes. I intend to.”
The chains on my ankles and wrists were suddenly heavy, their metal bands tight. They were there upon me for a purpose, not just whimsey. I looked at the man who had put them there. I made it as pathetic as I could. “But darling, why?”
Vivian dropped some of the insouciance. “Darling, I wish I could make you understand. The whip would do the job better than I can. But let me try.” He looked across the table at me, seriously and with love. The way you do when saying goodbye to someone going far, far away.
His grin was an apology for what he would say.
“Every man desires his own slave girl.” He said it as though thinking aloud. “I’m going to make you mine. I’ll probably have to whip you a great deal.”
“I don’t want to be a slave girl.”
“That’s where the whip comes in. There doesn’t seem to be any other way.” He sounded genuinely sorry.
“I’m jolly well not going to be whipped to satisfy some silly fantasy you’re carrying around in your mind!”
“Feel your chains,” Vivian said somberly.
I could feel them. It was almost as though they burnt my skin. I shrugged resignedly. After all, he was still my darling Viv. “I’ll obey you in anything, dearest. There’s no need to whip me.” I was still dealing in reason.
Pain flitted across his features. “I’m sorry, Jewel. It isn’t that simple.”
“Alright then,” I said crisply. “It will give you joy to whip the naked body of a girl who loves you. When do I get whipped?”
“After lunch.”
The two mundane words were more frightening than a threat. They left me no doubt. When our meal was done he would dispose me as it might please him and mark me with a whip.
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Catgirls in rubber getting spanked? I’m not sure I’d want my entire fetish life to revolve around that, but it will certainly do for a Sunday afternoon!
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This, to me, is a canonical exemplar of a well-caned bottom. There are only a few sharply-defined welts and overlaps, while at the same time it’s clear that our naughty antiheroine received a very great many strokes only slightly less severe. There’s no doubt she’ll remember this caning for quite some little time:
From Girls Boarding School.
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This utterly charming dedication and author’s note introduces Spanking Tails, Volume I by Maren Smith (2007). It sounds like her husband understood the assignment, as the kids say on TikTok these days:
Dedicated to my husband, who has no trouble whatsoever ignoring some “Honey Do” lists and yet paid surprisingly close attention to Saturday’s Itinerary.
Men. Go figure.
Author’s Note:
Every now and then I sit down at my computer to work on a story I can get paid for, and come up with something totally useless. Saturday’s Itinerary was one of them. It was going to be a story, but then after writing the itinerary, I realized anything else would have detracted. So, I left it alone. I also printed it out and stuck it to the fridge for my hubby’s weekend “Honey Do” list.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t totally useless after all.
Saturday’s Itinerary
9:00 am
Wake Up
Go to the Bathroom
Make Coffee9:15 am
Drink Coffee9:30 am
Spank Wife
Tell Her to Start Breakfast
Have Another Cup of Coffee10:00 am
Eat Breakfast
Thank Wife With a Good Spanking10:15 am
Have Another Cup of Coffee10:30 am
Gather Tools/Start Installing Ice Maker11:00 am
Take a Break to Spank Wife11:15 am
Back to Work on the Ice Maker11:30 am
Go to Jerry’s for Supplies
But First, Spank Wife12:30 pm
Back from Jerry’s
Have Lunch
Wife’s Been Lippy This Week, Better Spank Some More1:00 pm
Back to Work on the Ice Maker2:00 pm
Break to Really Spank the Heck Out of Wife
Cuddle and Talk on the Couch3:00 pm
Adjourn to Bedroom4:00 pm
Mow the Yard
Better Spank Wife First4:30 pm
Have a Beer
Work on Project of Choice5:30 pm
Don’t Think Wife’s Had Enough Yet
Spank Soundly5:45 pm
If Wife is Still Sitting, Pull Out Paddle
Bare Bottom and Blister6:00 pm
Hold Wife6:30 pm
Take Wife Out to Dinner
Watch Wife Squirming Gingerly
Enjoy Sight7:30 pm
Rent Movie
Cuddle on Couch to Watch9:30 pm
Get Ready for Bed
Last Chance to Spank Wife, Better Make it a Good One10:00 pm
SleepRepeat on Sunday
Sounds like a great weekend!
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Say what you will about the old-fashioned nature of split bloomers, but they were popular for a very good set of practical reasons. Admittedly, their convenience when delivering a good spanking was probably not the most important such reason, but it should not be overlooked:
Photo is from the cover of the first issue of Martinet magazine.
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It’s not uncommon to see two women bent over for a simultaneous double spanking at a spanking party or similar social gathering, but this? With everybody fully nude? This would be a rare scenario in spanking porn:
Photo is from a 1978 issue of the British magazine Sex Games.
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