Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Veteran visitors of this blog may remember this illustration:
Well, now the wonderful Pandora Blake at Dreams of Spanking has taken it as the inspiration for her latest video Prove Your Love, where two college lovers must demonstrate their sincerity by the test of the paddle. If that news alone is not enough to encourage you to have a look-see, here's a little taste of what lies in store for you...
So, THANK YOU, Pandora! It's always gratifying for one artist to know that they have offered some inspiration to another. (and to see them wield a paddle in stripey socks...)
This one's for you -
Monday, 19 November 2012
It's beautiful around here in the autumn. The campus grounds look like a Jackson Pollock painting, just a cacophony of colors, and the cool crisp air means I get to dig out all my favorite big turtlenecks and scarves. I love this time of year.(Sorry - I know you get sick of hearing me say that every year, but it just wouldn't be fall if I didn't, right?)
My courses are going well, and I even found time last weekend to get outside and do some painting. I couldn't resist the riotous oranges and flaming reds of the hills north of town. Brad went with me, but I'm sure he found it boring. He just did his work while I revelled in all the beauty. To his credit, though, he didn't complain, and I made sure to 'alleviate' his boredom when we came back.
Speaking of flaming reds, I have to tell you about what's been going on at work. There's this one guy, a Journalism major named Royce, who came in for an appointment.
Well, he didn't just come in for a scheduled appointment - first he called in to make an appointment for himself! I thought it was a joke when I first took the call. But when I called up his file, he was legit. He'd been in three times before. Nobody comes in more than twice - at least not to my knowledge. The first two were for relatively minor infractions, but the third had been a voluntary request. I asked him why on earth he would be making appointments for himself, and he only sighed and suggested I ask Ms. Hutchins. I did, and she was none too pleased to hear he'd called. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I thought I'd done for him," she said, and told me to take the appointment.
He showed up two days later and I watched him as he waited to be called in. I'm pretty used to seeing how nervous and uncomfortable people are in my waiting room, but this Royce guy didn't exhibit any of that. He listened to the stiletto clapping of the paddle from inside Ms. Hutchins' office with his eyes closed and his head cocked like he were listening to a symphony. He watched his preceding appointment waddle out of the office with a knowing smile. Ms. Hutchins buzzed and called me in. "I need you to attend. This isn't going to be a typical punishment, and we are treading on very dangerous ground here. I want you to keep track of the proceedings - noting the stroke count and implements used, and his words. There needs to be a witness."
So I escorted Royce in. Ms. Hutchins gave him only a brief lecture about not expecting him back and how disappointed she was, and promised that this would be his last appointment. Then she had him over the bench horse, and I buckled him in while she selected a razor strop from her wall rack. Now, I've witnessed a few punishments so far, but nothing like the walloping Ms. Hutchins gave to Royce. Twenty with the razor strop, two dozen with the cane, and then she followed up with a final dozen from her lexan paddle.
He was in tears halfway through, but that only seemed to make Ms. Hutchins more determined. I kept telling myself that he asked for this, that he didn't have to be here - he'd committed no violation of college rules. He wanted Ms. Hutchins to thrash the daylights out of him. Why? At first, I figured he was a masochist, but he sure didn't seem to be enjoying it toward the end. When Ms. Hutchins finally put aside the paddle, she asked him if he were coming back. He whimpered a very sincere 'no, ma'am'.
After he'd gone, she was not herself. She seemed very distraught, and no less distressed than Royce had been. "I realised on his second visit that he was one of those deviant types who gets a thrill out of being punished," she explained. "It's inevitable that you run into them in this profession every now and then. Most of the time, I can cure them of their fetish by a single severe dose of what they crave, but it's not been easy with Royce. I thought I had gotten through to him the last time, but.... I don't normally like to take it as far as I did today, Lindsay. What I did here was a violation of ethics - I'm a disciplinarian, not a dominatrix. I'm here to help get wayward students back on track, not cater to fetishists. I wanted to help Royce because he's a thoughtful, studious young man with real potential. But I fear I may have to admit failure."
I don't know if she failed or not. I guess only time will tell. If he calls again, then I suppose she really might have met her match.
Anyway, I really have to say goodnight. It's almost 1 am, and I have a report due tomorrow that I'm only half done. I need to be working, not ruminating on some stranger's sexual idiosyncracies. Maybe I need a small dose of Ms. Hutchins' paddle myself - lol.
Friday, 16 November 2012
I've posted about this before, but I trust no one out there will complain. Besides, as a guy who appreciates the female leg (I especially like the fact that God or Nature or whomever you prefer to credit, decided to usually supply them in pairs), and as someone who is fond of women's retro fashions, I can't think of anything more appealing than the two concepts put together.
Perfect outfits for dishing out a good spanking, too...
(yes, it always comes back to that)
Sunday, 11 November 2012
So, how much of a Spanko are you? I've concocted a simple little test for you to find out.
Look at the photo below for 2 seconds - and ONLY 2 seconds.
OK - now choose which of the following best describes your immediate reaction:
a) OMG, what magnificent breasts. I would love to get my hands on them.
b) OMG, look at those breasts. I would love to get spanked by a woman like that.
c) Nice lap, and that's a nasty little hairbrush she has waiting for me.
d) Hm - that hairbrush is too small, and that stool is not very practical for spanking. One hard swat or the slightest kicking on my part would topple the both of us onto the floor... what, she was topless?
First, if you stared at her chest for more than the allotted two seconds or for longer than you did at the hairbrush on her lap, you have already failed.
If you chose 'a', the only cause for you to consider yourself a Spanko is that you're here taking this survey, but only perhaps because the Disney website was down for maintenance.
If you chose 'b', there's hope for you. But you probably need more lap time - a LOT more. Go get spanked and then take the test again.
If you chose 'c', well, I'm impressed. You are the real deal. Pat yourself on the backside. HARD.
If you chose 'd', you are off the scale of this test. Get help.
Friday, 9 November 2012
Tiffany has been a VERY naughty young lady. Curious about spanking, yet reluctant to take the plunge herself, she is not above deliberately planting porn mags in her brother's room where she knows they will be discovered, just for the fun of watching him get punished while she scrubs her own rear end with her haribrush.
This is the 7th annual Love Our Lurkers Day in the Spanking Blogoverse, a tradition initiated by the wonderful Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts, wherein we thank that overwhelming percentage of silent visitors to our kinky world, and encourage them to drop a comment or two at their favorite spanking blog. So - THANK YOU, and don't miss out like Tiffany - join in the fun and make some new spanko friends.
Thursday, 1 November 2012
Now, normally with RetroFix tributes, I focus on the actress, but this one is a little unique, since it was specifically the character the talented Miss Tyler Moore played that I (and countless other guys) fell in love with in reruns of that seminal sitcom of the early 60's.
Who didn't want to be Rob Petrie? He spent his days joking around with his friends at work, and came home to a woman who could 'turn the world on with her smile'.
That smile could brighten up a room or it could be alluring and subtly suggestive...
And as much as her dazzling smile turned me on, when Laura's temper flared (which it did often enough), the effect was meteoric. No wallflower, she was not afraid to give Rob what for once in awhile. That sweet, genteel icon of retro domestic femininity projected a no-nonsense authority and power that reached across the airwaves and deep into my spanko heart. Acting or no, it must have been a sight to behold on the set.
And, to top it off, she could offer a naughty hubbie an enticing lap...
Who else could make capri pants sexy?
Mind you, adding a fuzzy sweater doesn't hurt...
One thing that always puzzled me, though, were the twin beds. Now, I realize the social niceties of the early 60's didn't allow couples to share a bed on national television, but you have to wonder how Richie got there. Maybe he was conceived on the kitchen counter....? That thought made Laura even more exciting...
After a 5 year run, and decades of syndication, I also have to wonder how many other spankos Laura is responsible for creating...