Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Bottoms On The Stairs

Sometime back I posted pictures of women on stairs that were going to spank a man. Since I am a switch, I wanted to post the other side. So I uploaded this post on a Saturday for Monday publication. I was surprised to see another blog use the same theme with two of the same pictures on his Sunday post, so I decided to save this one until now. Pssst. I fletched one of his pictures and added it to this post.

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I wonder if Bacall recalls what happened when she slid down the banister?

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I really like the last one.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Lingerie

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Nothing but pictures of attractive women in lingerie today.

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For fans of marrying a twin

 

I think I am going through my second corset phase

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And finally, panties just right for spanking. No need to remove them. Well, no need to remove them to spank her.

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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Potpourri

Here’s to Holly, where ever in England she landed.

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My fav quote of Holly’s was If I solve all these problems I will just have to go and get some new ones.

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And this last one goes out to that very special blogger who enjoys these.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

More Women On Stairs

I found a few more pictures of women on stairs with implements of ass destruction. Could it be that they are going to paddle a man? I wonder if this comes from “Get upstairs to your room young man and get yourself ready. I will be up there shortly to paddle you”.

Oh well, I would like to be sent upstairs by any of these women. The second one, looks well prepared.

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Monday, September 1, 2014

Spank-O-Matic

In the first grade, all the kids in my school knew the principal had a paddling machine. You might get some swats from the teacher; but if you were really bad, you would make a trip to the principal's office and she would put you on the machine and no one wanted that. I remember, the principal looking directly into my eyes one day and telling me that if my unruly behavior continued I would find out about the  paddling machine. She told me it could give 20 licks a minute. She then asked me if I thought I could take that? I was already teary-eyed and this made me shake all over. Mrs. Ogara, the principal, was around 45, I guess, overweight and had a rather intimidating presence. Nevertheless, I was young, sassy and stupid, so while I never encountered the mechanical spanking machine, she paddled me several times a year all through grade school.

Hermoine recently posted a spanking machine story. This tale does not use a machine, but it has a similar theme. From the vault, a 1998 spanking story.

 

The spank-o-maniac that I am, I have often wondered about a Pay-for-paddling business. Let’s say you get a speeding ticket. The fine is $100 or 20 licks. If you choose the licks you would go to a court approved spanking parlor, pay a nominal fee, take your licks and the matter would be settled. A great place to practice your forehand and get paid at the same time. Well, here is how it might be.


This Spank-o-matic was in a strip mall in the suburbs, right next to Baskin-Robbins. The front was all glass, the kind that reflects the sun and that you can not see through. The name was in small gold leaf on the door. A chime sounded when I opened the door. As my eyes adjusted from the bright sunlight to the florescent lights, I became aware that a female voice was inquiring “May I help you?” I focused in the direction of the voice and saw a pleasant looking young lady at a small desk. The name plate introduced her as Kim Magnum. I mumbled ‘Yes” and as I walked in her direction, I became aware that there were a few other folks in the waiting area. I told her that I was here to get a paddling for speeding as I tried to calmly fish the court papers out of my jacket pocket. Kim just smiled at my nervousness and waited until I handed her the papers. She looked at them and remarked “Oh, Judge John’s, — 30 licks — Wow! How fast were you going in the schoolyard?” I said, “No schoolyard, third offense.” She logged me in on the computer, said it would be a short wait and to take a seat.


I sat in one of the chairs that circled the room and tried to look normal and wonder why the others were here. Two men came out, crossed the waiting room and were out the front door. Shortly, Kim announced that Mr. Baker could go back now. And a few seconds later that Miss Star could go back now. That left me and another young man in the room. True to her word, only minutes later Kim matter of factly announced that we could go back now. I followed the young man through the door. There were two ladies waiting in the hall, the first one said to the young man to go in the second door on the right, the next lady said for me to follow her.


I followed her down the hall past several closed doors and into an open one. There was not much in the room. It had the look of a examing room. A padded bench was in the center of the small room. A large paddle lay on a desk, along with some office supplies, a computer terminal and a box of Kleenex. She flipped a switch on the wall and said her name was Sue Paker and asked mine. She glanced at the computer screen said that it indicated that I was to receive 30 licks and asked if that was correct. I said Yes. She said that we were being video taped and for me the stand at the end of the bench and drop my pants and underwear. I did. She moved a curved metal bar that was hinged on one side of the bench until it was around my upper thighs. It made a sound like handcuffs being closed, until it was snug against my legs. She then told me to bend over the bench until my chest was flat on it. Then she pulled a wide leather strap over my back and secured it. I was not going to be moving very much. I saw her pick up the paddle, take position beside me, swing her arm back and then forward. When it made contact, my breath came out and my bottom suddenly felt like a swarm of hornets had hit it. There was no pause between the licks. the licks rained down — left cheek, right cheek, left cheek as fast as she could swing. Before ten, I was squirming hard to get away. After a few more I was blubbering for mercy.


It was over! She released the strap and bar and told me to pull up my clothes. She handed me a coupla tissues, entered something in the computer and said I could leave now. With that she left and I did too — with a smarting bottom.

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Friday, August 29, 2014

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

An Office Visitor

Another from the vault by DME. The last story I posted by this lass got zero comments which surprised me. Maybe someone will like this one? Some of these stories are fact based, others pure fantasy. You decide.

She felt all tingly and excited as they rode the elevator up. The building was quiet and dark on a Saturday afternoon. For him to see where she worked was a special thrill.  She wanted him to be able to picture her in his mind at any point of the day. He followed her through the door and into the little reception area. "It's just a small office- there are only three of us plus a volunteer who comes in the mornings to answer the phone. We've rented another suite of rooms around the corner and will rearrange everything. All these bookshelves and supplies will be stored there."  "And where is your office?"  "Right through here."  She led him through the copy room to her office. Pausing at the doorway, she regretted that everything looked so messy. Without even looking at him she could sense his critical eye. "It is a bit disorganized, but I have been so busy. Just run in, unload, repack and take off for the next training."  The worktable in the middle of the room was stacked high with files, books, and a chaotic assortment of papers. Piled in the corners of the room were plastic boxes of files and forensic supplies, lids ajar. They stepped around the colposcope toward her desk. A rainbow of sticky notes were scattered around the desktop with more piles of files and loose paper. The other side of the floor was covered by stacks of boxes of manuals.    

Hands behind his back, he perused her space. "Young lady, I am appalled at this office. What kind of impression do you think this would make on any visitor?" Glancing away, she ignored his rhetorical question.  " Look at me when I speak to you. Answer my question."  Goosebumps prickled her arms, She knew that tone.  "Umm, well, I guess they would think I am really busy. Which I am!"   "No, this room indicates carelessness, disarray, and disorganization. Isn't that correct?"    "Maybe."  She couldn't stand to meet his gaze.  "That's enough. I think I need to motivate you to clean this place and put things in order. And give you a reason to keep it straight.  Walk right over to that desk and lean over. Hands all the way on the other side." He wasted no time baring her bottom.  She wondered what on earth he would use to punish her, but the soft sliding of his belt through the loops answered that question. Each stripe of the belt was accompanied by sharp question that demanded an answer. "What must be done with this desk? Where does this equipment go?  How should these boxes be stored?  What are you going to do with these stacks of papers?"  In her distress it was very difficult to stay focused on his questions an answer to his satisfaction. All she could think about was the doubled belt and when the next blow would fall. Now she was already straining forward to escape the fire.  Her challenging attitude dissolved into contrite replies and pleas for relief. 

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"Next week you will email me photos of this room- spotless. Is that clear?"  "Yes, sir."  By now she was close to sobs, but still bared and in position. "Now you will receive four more to help you remember this lesson. I expect you to take them without a sound, and then you may be excused."  She did sob then, just a quick intake of breath. Her knuckles white as she clung to the far edge of the desk. The four last stripes fell in solemn procession, and he was pleased that she accepted her due. He stepped back and threaded the belt back in place. She straightened her clothes, pulling the panties over a now glowing bottom. He reached for her and with an embarrassed sigh she rested her head on his chest. "What do you have to say for yourself?"  "Thank you, my lord. " Smiling a slow smile, he kissed her dark hair and led her to the elevator.  He had no doubt that office would be in order.