La Fessée Part Three

In part three of la Fessée our master spanker belabours the backside of his local shopkeeper who very kindly then takes him shopping for clothes. The clips ends with about twenty naked girls dancing around our spanker who agrees to take one of them across his knee for a bottom warming.

TV Spankings: Bat Masterson

I don't remember this western series from back in the day which is probably why this spanking had passed me by until just yesterday. The scene is played very light-heartedly and it is obvious from the dialogue that the girl is going to have her pert bottom smacked.

However, it is the actual spanking itself that is interesting. Bat Masterson, played by Gene Barry, strides into the cell and beckons the girl to position herself over his knee. That she does with only a small amount of further encouragement from him. It is the air of resignation that she demonstrates which makes the scene so sweet, as it carries with it the notion that she is accepting her punishment with as good a grace as possible.

This episode of the series was shot in 1959. Although played tongue in cheek - just look at Gene Barry's face! - it did tie into the prevailing notion that a saucy young madam deserved to have her bottom smacked - and the saucy young madams of the day accepted that nostrum just as much as the rest of society.

Cinema Spankings: Lucky Star

Made in 1929, Lucky Star was one of the last silent films, but don't let that put you off as the spanking is a corker. He bends her over for correction and as his palm descends methodically across the traditional seat of learning, she sinks her teeth into his thigh. The harder he spanks her the deeper she bites into him.

Eventually he decides that honour has been satisfied and lets he rise. The scene ends with both bottom and thigh being rubbed firmly by their respective owners.

Raven Red's first week in the UK

Raven Red is flying up the coast of Africa on her way to London as I write these words. Her flight gets in at about 7.00am and she will be picked up by the owner of Moonglow, who will take her to a family home in the Midlands. The next couple of days will be spent with her family and trying to get used to an English late October.

The lady may go to the Night of the Cane in London on Friday, but that is still uncertain. As for me, I would sooner have a tooth pulled without anaesthetic than spend an evening in the company of wannabes and punters, but to each his own.

She is now confirmed to arrive here in the north on Sunday, so as far as I am concerned it really is all about trying to improve my health as best I can and prepare for her visit.

Blue was never the colour of her bottom

I used the call her Blue, teasing her that I did not need the blue-coloured Viagra pills when she was around. Just a couple of years younger than me, normally I would not have bothered about a woman that age, but Blue had worn well and was still willowy and lithe in spite of her fifty years. She was a creole, a person of European blood, born on that native Mexican shore but not indigenous to it. Unlike her olive-brown sisters, with their wide hips and heavy breasts, who are old and worn out from work and childbearing by the time they are Blue's age, this woman had clear, milky skin and a bottom that was pert and firm to the smack.

Which of course was how we got in touch - or rather how she got in touch with me, since she was the one who had the need for her bottom to be smacked. Blue made it plain that all she wanted was the spanking and I for some reason went along with her nonsense for about a week. During that time we met twice and her bottom was blistered twice, but as you might expect old Nick felt distinctly unhappy as he hauled his hard-on away at the end of those sessions.

The third time we met my sanity had returned and as we parked our cars in the hotel's car park I blithely informed madam that on this occasion her buttocks were to burn and her pussy was then to be stretched. She started to bluster and came up with all sorts of excuses, but I just turned on my heel and strode off to the reception desk. Glancing back over my shoulder I told her that if she didn't move I would get the room and order the hotel to send me up a house prostitute to entertain me.

As we rode up in the lift Blue was almost crying with fury. She sort of spat at me that I could do as I pleased, she didn't care, and all she planned to do was close her eyes and wait for it to be over. Fine, so long as I shoot my wad, what do I care? I didn't actually say that, but the thought went through my mind...

Getting her into the room did not shut Blue up in the least, which meant that I was in no mood for pleasantries. She was wearing a blue and white polo shirt with wide white trousers. I simply unbuttoned them, pulled down her zip, spun madam around and yanked both trousers and knickers to her knees. The lady was then pulled across my knee as I sat down on the bed and my right leg was cocked over her thighs to stop any nonsense.

I think it fair to say that this was a memorable spanking. It was not that I was particularly annoyed at Blue, but I was irritated by her attitude. As I soundly spanked first one cheek and then the other, I reflected that the whole point of a spanking is not to hurt the girl's bottom and leave it at that. It is to modify the female behaviour pattern, so that obedience comes from within her. The trick is to close down her options, so that the act of submission becomes the only possible outcome. If a man can get a woman to accept that within her own mind then he is well on the way to success with her.

Blue ceased to struggle, although she managed to prevent herself from crying, and I brought the discipline to a close. I let her fall to the floor and gave her a moment to compose herself, before I took my semi-hard cock from my trousers and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair. Then I put my cock into her mouth and held her head as she sucked it to full hardness.

I picked her up and she looked me full in the face with a look of utter resignation on her face. I lowered he onto the bed, checked with my finger to see that she was slick and wet, then I mounted her to begin a slow, remorseless body of fuck pokes that drove my cock deep into her helpless body. Blue wrapped her arms around my neck, and slowly but surely I built up the rhythm to a killing velocity that had her throwing her head back and making low animal like noises in her throat. A minute or two before I shot my load into her I felt her bring her thighs together, try to close them, but being prevented from doing so by my own thighs that held hers apart by force. She was coming - that was what she did at her moment of truth.

Later she told me that she had just had her first ever climax with a man. It seems that he husband was an in-out type of fellow who shot very quickly. That information gave me a great deal of pleasure then, just as thinking about it gives me an almost equal amount of pleasure now.

Blue was my mistress for almost a year, but she could never get over her guilt at her status as the married lover of a married man. Given that your average Beaner will betray anyone, any time and for really small rewards, that has always struck me as a very un-Mexican attitude that Blue had, but had it she did and that is why she stopped seeing me.

The Beating of Rosie Keller

The  original Rosie Keller was a young French prostitute who was given a damned fine birching by the Marquis de Sade in 1768, and the use of her name in this video classic suggests that not all sleaze-bag porn merchants are illiterate pond life.

The story behind this shoot is good fun. The girl playing the teacher had never used a cane before and was put to work practising in one corner of the set on a cushion. The actress playing Rosie saw this and her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. By all accounts the atmosphere was electric with Rosie becoming more and more nervous as the teacher began to develop an affinity for the cane.

By the time the director called action, both girls were completely lost in their roles. Actually there was not all that much difference in their ages, with Rosie being perhaps a little older than her co-star, but watching the video it is obvious that they dropped naturally into their roles and played them to the hilt.

If you have never seen the Beating of Rosie Keller then it is now available, fully remastered and lightly edited, at my clip store.

La Fessée Part Two

Let's watch the second part of la Fessée, in which our master spanker takes the young wife of an older man across his knee to liven her up for the good seeing to that she will receive afterwards.

Will the spanking days return?

Just Married was a 1960s American magazine and the issue that we have taken some pages from appeared in June 1968.

The interesting thing about this story is just how normal the spanking is treated. The hero is upset at his wife's behaviour, and in the panel below he decides how he shall handle the situation.

It really is then just a matter of waiting for his wife to disobey him one more time before taking her in hand, much to the amusement of the onlookers.

The spanking is not played for laughs and the magazine was certainly not aimed at the kinky population of  the  day. The spanking is treated as something not only justifiable but also normal; this is how naughty wives should be treated is the theme. 

Is it too much to ask for the wheel to turn again and return us to those socially conservative days? It cannot come about because we kinksters demand it, if only because we have a vested, kinky interest in the matter. However it may happen if vanilla people decide that the world is a better place when men and women behave as Old Mother Nature intended that they should.

Let us hope that we shall live to see that happen.

La Fessée Part One

The plot of  la Fessée features a master spanker who is paid to administer correction to suitably deserving females. I have edited the film into seven parts and will run one a week until the whole film is available here. In today's clip we learn how the master became that man that he is.

The film was made in France in 1976 and took the spanking world by storm. France had liberalised her anti-pornography laws and pretty much anything went during that golden age of French pornography which lasted from roughly 1975 to 1980. 

Unlike their American counterparts, the French used full studio facilities, with directors and technicians brought in from the existing film industry. For that reason alone la Fessée is worth an outing over thirty years after it was made, but there is another reason why I am presenting it here.The point about this film is that it makes explicit one of the themes that this blog exists to propound: spanking leads directly to sex, or at least it should do.

A girl who is freshly spanked is in no position to argue when her man bends her over again, only this time to act as a holster for his suitably throbbing cock.For some reason the spanking video makers fail to grasp this basic truth, but the director of la Fessée did not make that mistake. Each girl in this film is spanked and fucked vigorously which is as it should be.

Raven's Ravished Rump!

Raven Red has been caned and paddled tonight. Nine with the cane and nine with the paddle has left her very sore and seriously chastened. This is one saucy madam who will mind her manners for a good few days.

The photo has only just arrived and the reason why I am posting it is fairly straightforward. Raven has been on a serious diet for just over two months.  She wants to get her weight down to 80 kilos or eleven stones, and I reckon that she will probably hit her target weight early next year. In the last three months she has managed to lose 25 kilos, which is almost four stones, so if anyone thinks that she will fail to hit her target all I can say is that you don't know this girl, do you?

A freshly chastised female bottom is always a pleasant sight to behold, but Raven's rump is going to look ascetically very pleasing indeed when she gets her weight back to normal.

An audience for a spanking

During the years that I lived in Mexico I ran a Yahoo group dedicated to our little predilection, indeed it was the first such group set up in Mexico, running in Spanish. Quite a few women got in touch with me via the group seeking discipline and I would always make it clear to them that a red rump was going to be followed by a well stretched pussy. Some dropped out, whereas others were only too happy to agree to my terms. A group larger than either of the other two consisted of the women who put forward objections to receiving my cock, but who really only wanted to be held down for the knobbing. Needless to say I was only too pleased to oblige those fine ladies.

Paloma was one of the few females who managed to complete part one of the process without ever proceeding to part two and how she did it was a masterly example of feminine guile in action. She contacted me to discuss a spanking and once she had satisfied herself that I knew what I was talking about and was not all tongue and trousers she set her trap.

She explained that she was interested in video work and went on to enquire, sweetly, if it involved sex. I replied that it didn't, and went on to explain that an audition would be needed. I should have been wary when she agreed to that with alacrity, and double wary when she suggested a discrete hotel and promised to be in a room waiting for me. Experience should have taught me that when something is too good to be true it invariably is, but greed got the better of me and I wandered off to the hotel on the day in question to find Paloma, a well preserved and incredibly rich looking 30 year old, waiting for me.

She explained that her husband was not a disciplinarian and that should have given me pause for thought because how could such an obviously wealthy married women appear in one of my videos? She also asked me if I wouldn't mind acting as if I were a her father and give her a lecture over something or other? That struck me as strange since the aim of the session was just to test out her capacity to receive a spanking, but Paloma explained that she really needed to get into the swing of things otherwise she would not be able to kick her legs like a real naughty girl would. I agreed, obviously I did, because I am truly the whitest of men.

I pushed Plaoma into a corner and held her wrists firmly by her side. Speaking softly into her ear I told her in Spanish that she was a bad girl and all the protests in the world would not save her from the retribution to come. At first she struggled, but gradually the fight left her and she stood quietly, head down, awaiting her fate. I was seriously impressed with what I still imagined was her acting talent...

Taking the wretched girl by the arm I marched her over to the bed, sat down and pulled her across my knee. It was the work of a moment to flip up her cotton skirt and peel down her white panties to mid thigh. Cocking my right leg over her thighs to prevent any bucking and weaving, I proceeded to administer correction to the traditionally seat of learning.

Paloma behaved as any normal girl would under those circumstances. First she wriggled her hips from side to side and then she put her right hand behind herself to try to cover her rapidly reddening buttocks. I grabbed her wrist and folded the arm neatly into the small of her back before continuing the spanking to its conclusion in a crescendo of rapid fire smacks that left Paloma breathless and unable to squeal any more. She lay  helpless across my knee, sobbing quietly and utterly unable to resist.

The temptation to proceed to the next stage which involves the thoroughly submissive and obedient little girl receiving a good knobbing was almost too much to resist, and certainly my cock was straining against my trousers in its eagerness to be inside Paloma's no doubt ripe pussy. However, and you may find this hard to believe, but sheer greed got the better of me. I really thought that this bright eyed and bushy tailed young madam was going to be the next star of the spanking video world and I wanted my fair share of the financial action so I left her unfucked to compose herself.

I smoked a cigarette while Paloma blubbered and then went off to the bathroom to do whatever women do at times like that. When she returned a few minutes later she looked none the worse for wear and had a perky smile on her elfin face. That was when I noticed that the lace curtain in the window was blowing gently in the breeze. . .

I strode across and pulled back the curtain. Looking down from the first floor room I saw the courtyard below where the cars were parked and standing around, all smoking and with big grins on their faces were the men of the hotel, the car jockeys, bellboys and the like. I turned to Paloma and gestured for her to come and have a look.

As soon as she appeared in the window a cheer went up from the men below, a cheer that sort of froze in their throats as Paloma gazed steadily from one to the next, quite simply freezing their little balls in their sacks, by gazing at each man in turn, holding his eyes for a moment until he looked away and then going on to the next in line. It was  a masterly demonstration of how an upper class Mexican woman keeps the lower orders in their place. Paloma quite simply demonstrated a total, patrician contempt for the men, something that they sensed and felt helpless to do anything about. A few minutes later and we were downstairs waiting for two of those same men to bring our cars. During that time Paloma stood quietly, a hand resting on my shoulder, completely oblivious to the people around all of whom knew that her backside was the colour of a tomato and that she would be sleeping on her stomach that night. The cars arrived, Paloma kissed me on the lips and climbed into her car. I was pleased to see her sit down gingerly and she had the good grace to pout at me before she drove off. 

I never saw her again. All the contact details that I had suddenly went dead and that was the end of Paloma. Obviously she had played me like a violin to get what she wanted out of me. She used my own greed and desire to make money out of her as a way of blinding me to the game that she was playing until it was too late. That said I don't hold any malice towards her - Paloma was a consummate player and she earned my respect for that. Not only that, but she brought home to a gang of Pedros, Pacos and Panchos just what it means to be a brown-skinned, short-dicked loser.

That is something that I still chuckle over:

Looking forward to having Raven Red with me next month

I am not a great music fan but there has always been something that I find appealing about this Billy Joel hit from the early 1980s. I suppose that it is doubly appealing at the moment since Raven Red is due to arrive in the UK at the end of the month and will spend November with me here in England. Raven is a South African business executive and I am a bloke from Northern England who makes a sort of living by selling spanko-porno on the web. It has all the makings of a match made in heaven - or more likely somewhere further south... We were chatting on Skype the other day and I mentioned that I used to be a club doorman back in the day. There was a silence on the other end of the line, one of those pauses that used to be described as pregnant, before Raven replied in a voice so small as to be almost inaudible, "Really?"

Like many women I suppose she was first taken in by the Jermyn Street shirts and the like that I tend to effect, but the debonair exterior covers a pretty louche interior and one that I am rather proud of. The gentlemanly air is one that I picked up at Oxford, but it has never been anything other than a veneer, used to attract women of a particular type; the Raven Red type if you want to know. 

The plan is that we shall both blog the month's activities from our different perspectives. Neither of us will know what the other has written until it has gone live and neither can use what the other has posted to provoke an argument.

All in all, November looks like being an interesting month...

Janika: an unknown spanking scene

Does anybody know anything about this scene and the language that it is in? The clip is called Janika and a play of that name was popular in Hungary before the Second World War, with a film version being made in 1949. The faintly ludicrous plot involves a wife called Gizi who invents a son, Janika, in an attempt to woo back her estranged husband. The clip seems to be from that play, but can anyone translate the dialogue?

Is this a genuine spanking?

Is this a photo of a genuine spanking or has it been staged? If it is a still from a Hollywood film then I do not recognise the people involved, and the look of anguish on the girl's face suggests that she has just felt that hairbrush and is waiting for it to crack down again.

Anybody have any information?

More thoughts on Raven Red

Raven Red's blog has only been running for a few days but is already a success with over a hundred hits a day - clearly we are looking at the next heavyweight spanking blog and within a very short time other bloggers will be writing to Raven asking her to link to their blogs. Good for her, but what accounts for her phenomenal success?

To succeed a blog needs to have something unique about it and Raven's South African perspective certainly creates that sense of uniqueness about her blog. Let's be honest - what do most people really know about South Africa in general let alone the country's spanking attitudes? Thanks to Raven Red we now know quite a bit, and will probably learn a lot more as the blog develops.

Secondly Raven Red brings a refreshing candour to her writing. She may change some small details to protect the guilty, as it were, but these are the real memories of a real woman. That honesty shines through her blog and helps to make it one of today's must read websites.

The Sugar Rush Spanking

Everyone's favourite uncle was out of the country when Sugar Rush was transmitted in 2006. The spanking scene featured in the first episode of the second series, and is rather good in its sensual way.

The interesting thing about this is that it features a lesbian spanking, with a woman of about 30 disciplining a 17 year old girl. Would such a scene be allowed if the disciplinarian had been a man? The answer is obviously  no, because in the Britain of today kinkiness seems to come in two categories - that which is acceptable to the ideologically pure at heart and that which is not.

Introducing Raven Red: a new blog on the block

Raven Red is the nickname of a white South African woman with a blog that went  live a few minutes ago. I have seen her first few postings in draft form and have no hesitation in recommending the Raven Red Blog to you.

Raven's blog is going to be about spanking, of course, but also about the authoresses' reasons for wishing to leave South Africa. Raven plans to explore her own growing sense of submissive sexuality and also her increasing alienation from the South Africa of today. If you think about it for a moment, Raven is doubly alienated because she lives in a crime-infested, corrupt, third world shithole - and one that is deeply socially conservative to boot. Coming to terms with both herself and what is happening to her country is the aim of Raven Red the blogger.

All in all a blog to link to and visit, says Uncle Nick, so please put the word out.