Holy Super Continuity Error!

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, Joe Shuster and BDSM

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.  

Spanked over a car's fender

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?

Pippa Middleton's new nickname is Commando

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!

A My Family Spanking

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.

Facebook to get voice chat, courtesy of Skype

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.

Surely that must be the case?

Caring for a tawse

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.
 

Right: who's first?

Rebel at St. Angela's

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.

Trust me: your cock is telling you to click this link!

Double Caning

  

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!

Your cock is telling you to click this link!

Negotiations

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.

Canada Day

Today is Canada Day, and it let us hope that all the country's maidens are as patriotic as this rather delightful young lady.

Happy Canada Day!

Order of the Burning Buttocks: Carolyn Bourne and Heidi Withers

The great thing about a cat fight is that the participants allow their inner slappers to emerge, much to the delight of the spectators. Take Carolyn Bourne (60) and Heidi Withers (29) as a case in point. Carolyn is the stepmother of Freddie who is due to marry Heidi. The older woman believes in keeping the aspidistra flying and decided to send an insulting e-mail to Heidi which laid out all the girl's faults. Heidi objected to being told about her "uncouthness and lack of grace," so she sent this mail to her three hundred or so closest friends who forwarded it to their friends - and within hours the fucker had gone viral.

God only knows what will happen in round two, but for the moment Freddie Bourne has decided that discretion is the better part of valour, whilst his father, Edward, managed to mutter: "We have nothing to say," between clenched teeth.

Tempting though it is to applaud these actions in the interests of peace and quiet, this blog feels constrained to say that both chaps are in error. Carolyn and Heidi need to be taken in hand and the pair of 'em should be given no option but to sleep on their tums and eat their meals standing up for the next few days. Take charge, gentlemen, otherwise these bloody women will be going  at it hammer and tongs forever.

Carolyn and Heidi:  you know that you deserve this!

Order of the Burning Buttocks: Emma Watson

The latest Order of the Burning Buttocks is awarded to Miss Emma Watson for her failure to learn why legs should be kept together and brassieres worn.

Pippa Middleton to get armoured car?

Pippa Middleton may be about to take delivery of a specially armoured vehicle, presumably to protect her from the army of men who want to smack her lusciously cheeky bottom. Or maybe she is worried that the girlfriends of those men may want to get their hands on her? Let's face it, a lot of girls are getting a wee bit cheesed off with Pippamania  - as the owner of the above car found out to his cost.

Judicial Corporal Punishment of Women

The bad news for anyone interested in the judicial corporal punishment of women is that it was completely abolished in 1820. The very bad news is that it was invariably inflicted on the back, rather than the rump, although as we shall see some of the more informal punishments did involve the bare bottom.

The usual way to whip both sexes was to strip them to the waist and then tie them to either a flogging post or a cart's tail to administer the punishment. A cart's tail flogging had the decided advantage in that it could be seen by more people as the victim would usually be tied to the cart for a preliminary dose of the cat of nine tails, and then the cart would be moved to another part of town and another dose handed out in front of another crowd of eager onlookers.

In March 1817 one of the last such floggings occurred in Inverness to "a young and handsome woman" named Grant. This was the third time that she had been flogged though the streets of the town and the Inverness Journal was led to thunder that:

The spectacle of a naked woman, from the waist upwards, in the public streets, must of itself be shocking to our best feelings; and the flogging one woman three times through the streets, within a few weeks, twice in  succeeding weeks, shews the inefficacy of a punishment which must be allowed, for many reasons, to be highly objectionable.

In the short term this flogging helped to persuade Parliament to abolish the public whipping of women, but what is interesting from our point of view is that the account confirms that when a woman was judicially flogged it was always on the back.

Women did not serve in the military, but throughout history they have followed the armies as they trailed across the countryside. The Duke of Cumberland during the 1745 campaign against the Jacobite army of Prince Charles Stuart was the first commander to try to bring some kind of order to camp following with his instruction that any woman who ventured beyond the baggage train would be flogged.  Although not a part of the army, the soldiers' women were subject to its discipline, and that discipline was usually administered to the bare bottom.

So when the army rested one day a woman decided to steal from a house, whereupon as General Pulteney related to Cumberland over dinner, she "had her tail immediately turned up before the door of the house where the robbery was committed and the drummer of the regiment tickled her with 100 very good lashes."


Fast forward fifty years to the Peninsular Campaign and recalcitrant women were liable to "a dozen on the bare doup from the drum-major's cane." That was probably for looting as Wellington the army commander was always complaining about the actions of the army harridans. Later on in the campaign a gang of such creatures were found looting a store and being unable to run very fast owing to their long skirts were quickly apprehended.  Another Scottish onlooker recorded that they received 36 with the cat of nine tails, also on the "bare doup."

These canings were obviously a common occurrence in the army because the soldiers who commented on them do not give the impression that they are in any way out of the ordinary. On the other hand they were recorded in soldierly correspondence which is why we know about them. The reason for that seems to be that they were  regarded as ribald entertainment and groups of men would gather around to watch a brawny-arsed camp wench get her just deserts in the traditional manner.

Which is how it should be.

Unless otherwise indicated, the main source for this posting was:


Holmes, Richard; Redcoat: The British Soldier in the Age of Horse and Musket, Harper Perennial, London, 2001, P. 295.

Tennis Caning

This latest addition to the clips' site is actually brand new and was given to me as a gift by Moonglow, the outfit which produced it. The clip is a delight and features a mature woman who is fantasising about a tennis lesson that ended up with her bent over for the cane. As the caning reaches its climax so does she - and so will you when you watch Tennis Caning!

Your cock is telling you to click this link!

Keira Knightly is spanked in A Dangerous Method.

Keira Knightly has her backside belted in a new Hollywood production called A Dangerous Method, due for release in February 2012. Does this mean that spanking is continuing to make a comeback to our screens? Well, BDSM certainly is, but that is far removed form the Golden Age of cinema spanking that lasted until the 1960s when saucy females were routinely upended across heroes' knees. Still, mustn't grumble.

The big question is couldn't they have found an actress with a fuller figure that this bony bummed bird?

Editor or editrix wanted urgently

As many of you will know I have written my memoirs under the title of  A Spanking Good Life. The manuscript runs to 65,500 words and has to be submitted to the publisher on Sunday evening. I have just given it a final dusting, but I am looking for volunteers who will read through it and see if they can spot any grammatical howlers, or stylistic errors.

This is your chance to be an editor or editrix, ladies and gentlemen. Just drop me a line and I will send you the MS as an e-mail attachment. All I ask is that you get your comments back to me by Saturday at the latest.

What do you get out of this? Aside from my undying love, of course, you get to read the book before anyone else and you can look forward to a free signed copy when it is published. Er, that's it...

Was Laura Holland spanked by her boss at Cathelco Ltd?

Was Laura Holland, a sales executive in the spares division at Cathelco Ltd, a Chesterfield based company, spanked by her boss, Pete Smith? That is the question that we have been waiting to have answered since November of last year when Angelina Ashby's claim for constructive dismissal was aborted on procedural grounds. The case is now being considered and we await the outcome with baited breath.

The problem is that Angelina has claimed that Laura was upended and spanked by Pete, as part of the picture she wishes to paint of a laddish atmosphere that was prevalent in the company. We do not know if it is true or not, and it does not look as if Laura will be called in to testify.

That said, she is a minxy little thing, isn't she? And even if she wasn't chased around the office and then put over Pete's knee for a good spanking, she probably should have been.

Two Fucks, One Suck and a Spanking, Part Four

Xochitl duly left the country and Svetlana went off to bang her brains out in another part of the city, so that left me free to try and repair the damage done to my affair with Rose. My task was not made any easier by the fact that I had no clear idea why she was so upset. To be honest, given that she was married, what was she complaining about if I had a couple of extra pokes as well?

We continued to see each other for another month or so, but the joy had clearly gone out of things as far as Rose was concerned. I remember one night when we were making love she turned her head to one side and looked at the wall, completely oblivious to what was going on.

I became immediately concerned that something had happened to my cock, otherwise why was she not taking her pleasure from it? I asked her about it and she smiled a mirthless smile and told me that it was just the same as normal. Thinking that she had got bored with the position I switched her around for a doggie style fuck, but she said that was not what she wanted. Thinking quickly I remembered that she liked me sat up on the edge of the bed with her sat with her back to me, so she could watch herself being fucked like that in the mirror. I got her into position and everything seemed to be fine until Rose broke down in tears which rather brought the proceedings to a halt.

With a sigh I went and fixed us both a whisky and soda, and lit two cigarettes. Then I waited a moment until Rose had taken some of the drink and followed by a long pull on the cigarette. Then she looked at me tearfully.

"The romance has gone," she said, very quietly.

I shook my head, not understanding. I was still thinking that something had gone wrong with my cock, so why had Mills and Boone suddenly been brought into the equation?

"The romance, the joy, the delight - call it what you want. It was there, with you," she said, gesturing at me. "I have sex with my husband on Friday or Saturday evenings, usually. Never both. He wears blue and white striped pyjamas," she went on irrelevantly. "And takes the trousers off when he wants sex."

"Did you see yourself leaving him for me?"

Rose shook her head.

"Then how can you complain about me fucking someone else?"

"I can't," she had the honesty to reply. "But you have taken the romance out for me."

So that was that. We never formally split up and we carried on seeing each other  until my Certificate in Further Education was awarded to me. Then I had a freshly minted set of academic credentials and no job. So I decided that I would go to Mexico, a country where I spent the next two decades. At least the beer was cold and the women were the exact opposite.