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I have, in my time, been witness to some truly astounding feats of academic procrastination, the more epic of which have consumed months of potentially productive effort. But I never thought I’d see the day when getting a spanking (at eight in the morning, no less!) seemed preferable to getting to work:

This morning at breakfast I was cuddling my cup of coffee, convinced I would never, ever be able to type one more word again. Even thinking about going back to work made my eyes water a little bit.

“I can’t switch my brain on,” I complained to Abel.

He looked with me with due sympathy. And then he suggested:

“Maybe you need your bottom switching on? Would that help?”

Oh, I thought, a spanking! Why, that would take me out of the thesis misery for at least 10 minutes! It might even wake me up! I nodded several times with great enthusiasm.

He led me upstairs – by the hand, holding it gently, comfortingly. He sat on the bed and drew me over his lap. I hadn’t got as far as wearing any panties yet (panties at 8am don’t really happen), so he swept up my house dress and started smacking my bottom. It was a light spanking – as comforting as a long hug first thing in the morning. There was just enough sting to create a little cloud of warmth, but not enough to make me regret accepting his offer with so much enthusiasm. Little by little, my bottom was switching on.

But of course, this is Haron we are talking about.

From an old comments thread at Spanking Writers comes this (fanciful?) tale of a family spanking tradition dating back 200 years:

Did you know that there is quite a tradition of “The Family Strap”? My wife’s family has had one for nearly 200 years. It is made of fine leather and oiled with neeps foot oil. And it is just like new. How do I know? Because the daughter of the family who needs it the most, by common consent, is given the strap as a bequest when she marries. It is hers to keep, but her husband’s to use. Well that “daughter” is my wife, and I am the husband who uses it, quite regularly.

We call Meddy, for Medicinal Strap. So that means I can say in public, Oh I think Meddy might be coming over the weekend, and watch my lovely but overstrung better half wince quietly. When it is time to administer “Meddy’s favour”, Sandy (not her real name)has to strip naked from the navel down – bare feet, legs, and bottom. And then fetch Meddy from her secret compartment. Sandy is hand-spanked first and then Meddy has her turn. The tears and shrieks are real, as is the bouncing red bum. The punishment is noted on a piece of parchment that goes in the mahogany container where Meddy lives. I promised that I would never touch or move Meddy unless it was to use her on Sandy’s arse.

So when we moved, Sandy had to pack Meddy up and move her to the car. But the rules also state that Sandy cannot touch or move Meddy unless she is naked from the waist down. We did not have to discuss anything on moving day. That night, while I was working on something else, I looked up and saw a butt-naked Sandy carrying a mahogany case to the car and trailer. It was dark, so most probably nobody saw her, but if they had, what would they have made of it.

All credit to The Spanking Writers for finding this press clipping about the spanking habits of notorious burlesque queen Dita Von Teese:

Burlesque artist Dita Von Teese admits she loves to be spanked by new husband Marilyn Manson. Shortly before getting married in Ireland last week the sexy brunette said: “I’m into bondage. I think it’s really fun, and I love playing the part of the damsel in distress. The feeling is amazing when someone spanks me right.

From Spanking Writers we hear of Haron’s public spanking in a busy park, while her partner in crime stood guard:

In the wooded part of the garden we wandered upon a secluded clearing a handy bench in it. The benches there are all very pretty, and are begging to be sat on. So, Abel did that. Characteristically, instead of letting me sit next to him, he pulled me over his lap and set about spanking me – quite hard, I’ll have you know. I had been careless enough to wear a skirt; Abel reached underneath it and tugged down my panties.

Our friend, a very shy girl, looked more horrified than I felt. She helpfully stood guard on the path while I got my first bare-bottom spanking in a public garden. It was short, stingy, a little scary and very tasty. A few smacks later Abel pulled my panties back up, smoothed down my skirt, and we continued our walk. (And if you’re wondering how outrageous Abel’s behaviour was, bear in mind that this garden gets over a hundred thousand visitors a year, and many of them appeared to be there on the day.)

It’s not nice to lie to your children, but I suppose it’s often expedient. Case in point from The Spanking Writers:

Said parents were away when we first visited their house. Son sits us down, disappears to fetch drinks. And our eyes simultaneously come to rest on the huge plant pot in the corner of the living room.

We wandered over, as if in shock: yes, it was stashed with the most impressive collection of crook-handled school canes that I have ever seen: junior, senior, in every conceivable degree of whippiness.

Our friend came back in. “Camel whips,” he explained. “Dad collected them when he lived in the Middle East.”

We – just – managed to surpress our giggles.

Here’s a classic tale of schoolgirl punishment:

The crack of the cane — right on top of the previous line. Again, she straightened, up, dancing round the room, trying to calm the burning weals.

“You are not helping yourself, Beth. You are still on three strokes, and I fully intend to keep you here until you have had all eight. Now stop wasting my time, and get over the chair.”

The tears were running down her face as she leant forward again.

“Hands down the chair legs. Thank you.”

She could feel Jenkins close behind her this time: the cane gently rested across her buttocks. He drew it back, high into the air, then cracked it down again. Beth clutched the chair with all her strength, desperate not to stand up as the red hot pain swelled across her behind.

“Four sir.”

From Girls Get The Cane Too by Abel Jenkins.

See Also:

• Schoolgirl, Cane, Pussy
• Three Caned Pussies
• Bribing Her Way Out Of A Caning?
• Spanking And Sex For A Cheating Schoolgirl
• Schoolgirl Punishments

A little judicial punishment from the British Isles, as three rowdy young college ladies get the tawse and the cane from an entirely unsympathetic public employee:

I picked up the tawse, and moved to her left side. Holding the handle in my right hand, and the other end in my left, I draw my arms upwards, holding the tawse out before moving my left hand away and arcing it down across the her backside. She yelped — whether through the shock of the blow, or the pain that must by now be starting to radiate out across her behind, I didn’t know. I looked with satisfaction at the red outline that the tawse had formed — perfectly horizontal, right across the centre of her buttocks. Very good, I thought to myself: practice clearly does make perfect.

The other thing about the first stroke, of course, was the impact it would have on those waiting on the other side of the door. Up to that point, they had doubtless been straining to hear the conversation, wondering whether they would be in for a “workshop or a whipping”, as I termed it. Well, they would know now, all right.

I liked to deliver the second and third strokes in quick succession, aiming them directly on top of one another, below the first mark. With young Samantha, these were beauties, and she let out a cry of surprise as the third stroke descended. Her breathing was deep now – trying to keep control; trying not to give in to the ever-increasing pain.

I paused, making sure the effects of the previous strokes had had their full effect, and building the tension in the room as the girl braced herself for the next blow, not sure when it would land. And then: a beauty. Low down. Hard. Very satisfying: I do like the sound of the tawse as it cracks across its target. And a real sob from the young offender, as the blow struck home.

From Serving Her Majesty by Abel Jenkins.

See Also:

• Making Her Feel It
• The Tawse For A Tough Customer
• Punished At The Spanking Olympics
• Hard Tawse Spanking
• Punishing Her Hands