Raven Red arrived in the UK on Wednesday and is currently settling in rather nicely here in London as you can see from the above video that I grabbed just today.
We are heading off to the north on Monday, but will be back for the August munch on the 24th at the Central Station bar. The first one we went to was held on the very day she arrived, but we managed to get there and a good time was had by the pair of us - see my report on the even coming up next week!
Blog postings are probably going to be few and far between for at least another week. I arrived in London yesterday and will be here until the 1st August, and the next week is going to be fairly hectic.
Raven arrives on Wednesday and has agreed to go to a munch for people who are interested in la cosa nostra which will take place at the Central Station bar in The King's Cross area. If anyone wants to meet us in the flesh then pop along in the afternoon before 6.00pm. Frankly, I think that Raven is going to be dead after her long flight, but she is keen to meet people that she only knows on-line so has promised to be all bright-eyed and bushy tailed on the day.
I will try to give a report on the event, so stay tuned for that!
Yet another photo from Facebook reproduced for your perving pleasure. God knows what the event was, but ten girls all displaying their cheeky rumps to camera is worth a moment of any man's time.
Another vintage photo is presented here for your delectation and delight. Knowing absolutely nothing about it I would guess late 1940s or very early 1950s, judging from the clothes. The location could be anywhere, but is most probably the eastern United States, going off the trees. The guy also looks like an industrial worker to me, but that's just speculation. I like the smirk on his face as he poses for the camera, and the look of endurance on hers as she awaits the next smack.
An e-mail plopped into my in-box yesterday from my publisher to say that I can expect a proof copy of my memoirs, A Spanking Good Life, should arrive soon after the 1st September. Say what you like about the Americans, but they don't hang around. Alas, the same cannot be said of their British competitors, most of whom seem to belong on the amateur hour. Once the work is in print then I will post more on those dickless dwarves, but for the moment let me just pause and thank my lucky stars that Nazca Plains Corporation liked my manuscript and agreed to publish it.
I should also give thanks to Raven Red who had sung the praises of American houses from the very beginning. I was determined to go down the British road and when the house that I was in discussion with pulled out of the deal she redoubled her efforts to get me to see things her way, and it seems to have come up trumps.
Some of you will have read the draft chapters of this little epic here on the blog, and in late autumn the work should be available as a paperback.
Back in the final days of 2010 Raven Red and I came to an understanding. So convinced was she that she would reach her target weight of 14 stones (99 kilos) that she taunted me by saying that she would agree to one stroke of the senior cane for every kilo that she overshot the mark. Well guess what? She overshot she did...
Now, I have promised the lady that I will not mention her actual weight, but let's just say that the caning is going to be pretty bloody memorable.
Dear, dear me. I would like to say that I feel sorry for her, but I can't lie as I can barely contain my mirth. I mean, the deal is very simple: stop eating, start walking and lose weight. Or be caned.
Back in December 2009 when I had other things on my mind like recovering my health, Alejandro Fernández released a catchy little ditty called unas Nalgadas, which translates into English as a Spanking. Needless to say, Mexico's small feminist gang used this song to gain some cheap publicity for their cause, but Mexico being what it is nobody took the blindest bit of notice of them and just carried on bopping to Alejandro's spanking song.
The lyrics tell of a man who aims to spank his girlfriend for her extra-curricular shagging proclivities. Not only that, but he plans to do it with some pencas de nopal, the spines of the nopal plant pictured on the left. However, as Alejandro points out in the song, the spine will be rasurado or shaved, first. Well, we wouldn't want to see the girl's bottom scratched, now would we?
The chorus is a real toe-tapper, what with the line that "you may not miss my kisses, but you sure will miss my money." Was it not ever thus with bloody women?
Enjoy the video, even if you do not speak Spanish. Make sure you check out the dance at the 1.15 mark and listen to the squeals from the girls in the audience. You just know that the panties were moistening at that moment...
Daddy Rupert said that he would look after me and he lied. He is not a good daddy at all, and I am going to cry my eyes out tonight. And then I am going to tell everyone what a bad daddy he is. I can hurt him so that he loves me again - and I know where all the bodies are buried. So there.
There is something very proper about Russia that fellows such as ourselves must approve of wholeheartedly. Maybe it is the females in uniform, led by a man, naturally, that earns our admiration? Or could it be the saucy smirks that we see on several female faces, especially the cheeky young madam on the end of the third row?
Let's face it: there is something about women in uniform that just makes a man want to bring 'em to heel.
Everything changes for Mia when her mother brings home a new boyfriend... So runs the advertising blurb for this new film which features a rather nice spanking scene. OK, it isn't the soundest spanking that a saucy young madam has ever received, but it is still three firm smacks over the knee, which isn't bad for these politically correct times.
I have said it before, but it is worth repeating, that one of the delights of Facebook is the way in which naughty little girls post naughty photos, obviously thinking that nobody but their friends will see them... Oh, foolish, foolish girls.
Here's a thought for you: what is it about dodgy newspapermen and slappers with weird names? Rupert Murdoch has Rebekah Brooks, as his little ginger minger, and David Sullivan keeps Karren Brady around as his figure of fun.
I can sort of of imagine parents who cannot spell giving odd names to daughters, but that two such daughters ended up as the play things of two very similar men who both own semi-pornographic newspapers is baffling in the extreme.
Today's Order of the Burning Buttocks is awarded to Rebekah Wade, or Kemp, or Brooks, or whatever the ginger fucking minger is calling herself this week. I am sure that you know the story of the nasty little slapper and her activities as one of Rupert Murdoch's snapping pussies.
Let's be honest, a lot of it isn't her fault, as I blame the men who have let her get away with her antics over the years. Take Simon Kelner as a case in point. The slapper went charging into his office one day and instead of turfing her out arse over tit he seems to have invited her to sit down so that he could share her pain, or something.
Or take her former husband who she caught in bed with another man. Now you may argue that the sight of this hatchet faced old slapper is enough to make any man start to consider alternatives such as arsehole interloping, but that is not the point. Such a man is also unlikely to be able to take la Brooks in hand and teach her the correct position for a woman. For the record, this blog agrees with the late Stokely Carmichael on that position...
In the meantime... Rebekah: come here you mouthy little madam - you know you have this coming to you!
This is a lovely schoolgirl spanking clip, with two delightful girls dressed in authentic school uniforms, bent over their tutor's knee for a sound spanking. The attention to detail is what sets this clip out from the rest, and those of you who just love the sight of pretty white cotton knickers are going to want this clip in your collection.
Holy jeepers, as they used to say in Superman comics, with thanks to Colin in the comment box to my last posting, we have found a continuity error in a Superman cartoon. In the first panel Lois Lane is over the left knee and in the second she has mysteriously moved to be sprawled across his right. Maybe the artist had been at the Kyrptonite before he drew the scenes?
The funny thing about this is that I remember the sequence from the 1960s when it first appeared and I have seen the two panels many times since then, but I have only just realised that the drawings are out of joint.
Thank you, Colin, for completing my education. Or something!
Superman comics were always good for the odd spanking now and then, but did you know that Joe Shuster, the Man of Steel's co-creator was also into la cosa nostra? I am presenting a few of his kinkier drawings to illustrate this posting, and you can see more at this link. In the early 1950s Shuster did the drawings for all sixteen editions of Nights of Horror, a magazine that was eventually banned in the USA.
Should we be surprised by this? Probably not, as there is something incredibly kinky, anyway, about Superman with his cape, skin tight costume and seriously well fitting shorts. All he needed was a whip.
Another vintage photo is here presented for your delectation and delight. Let's have a look at it and see what we can see...
The photo seems to be from 1930s America, and unless I am very much mistaken the car is a Ford V8, as loved by Clyde Barrow who always made of point of stealing them. Is the spanking authentic? That we shall never know, but it does look as if at least one smack cracked across the girl's bottom, if only because of the way in which her skirt is ruffled from the man's hand. The photograph is watermarked with the name of what is probably an agency, but I have been unable to track them down.
Other than that the photo is a mystery: does anyone know anything about it?
Did Pippa Middleton go commando on royal wedding day? The men may have been perving over Pippa's posterior, but the women were asking why there was no visible panties' line under her dress? Could the answer be that the hussy was shameless enough to strut her stuff knickerless down the aisle?
The fact that Prince Harry is reported to have nicknamed her "commando" may be a clue to the mystery of Pippa's underwear status on the big day!
This clip is pretty much all over the web, but that's no excuse not to run it here as well. Thanks go out to Spank Statement for the original download, and Chross for the high resolution version. The version presented here has been edited by me.
My Family is a British sitcom featuring Zoe Wannamaker and Daniela Denby-Ashe as mother and daughter. Both have applied for a job as a presenter on children's' television and, well, see for yourself.
The spanking is played for laughs, but it is nice to see yet more evidence that la cosa nostra is becoming mainstream again.
It looks as if Skype and Facebook are about to announce a deal that will put a Skype-enabled voice-chat facility onto the Facebook window. Put simply, you will no longer need to text your contacts, as you will be able to hear their voices and see their faces on their webcams.
For people like us the advantage is immediate and obvious: goodbye to all those sad-arsed losers who get their rocks off duping the gullible by pretending. Your friendly old Uncle Nick has outed about half a dozen of those buggers this year alone, and has thoroughly enjoyed their utter humiliation. (Things like that tend to give him a banging great blue-veiner; it is just the way he is.)
If voice-chat arrives on Facebook then the sport will obviously come to an end, as even the most gullible will not allow himself to be duped any longer once voice chat arrives on the Facebook page.
A tawse is a damn fine implement, but one that needs attention if it is to remain in tip-top thrashing condition. Mine was getting a bit weary after two decades of use, especially since it had been stuck in a draw for a couple of years, so on my 2010 trip to Mexico I bought some saddle soap, dug the tawse out, and livened the old thing up.
As you can see if you watch the short video, the effect was pretty immediate, with the tawse looking pretty lively after just one application. Since bringing it home, I have improved the leather with regular soaping and now it looks almost as good as new.
As my health steadily improves I reckon that it is time that the old boy started to tickle up a few backsides, with a view to making their owners somewhat less recalcitrant than they are at present.
Rebel at St. Angela's is one of the great girl on girl caning videos from the Golden Age of British CP video. I have only lightly edited the original tape to remove the padding at the start of the video, without harming the basic storyline. A schoolgirl has reported her house-mistress to the board of governors, and as the clip begins she is within seconds of being ordered to bend over for the cane by that very same house-mistress.
What to do with two naughty little girls who creep out of school to go to the disco? Why, order them to bend over and cane their cheeky little bottoms, of course! And the next day when they misbehave in class? Order them to the punishment room for another taste of the whippy cane.
By the way, this clip not only features Yvonne and Joanne, pictured above, but it also stars me as the fellow wielding the cane!
I was chatting on Messenger to a youngish woman who is desirous of being brought to heel by me. However, she is unwilling to put a nice shine on my cock après-spank. The conversation stopper was:
She: What about my husband?
Me: I don't want to fuck him.
I suspect that the meeting will probably not take place.
