Bringing a Hildabeest to Heel, Part One

One of the problems with writing memoirs as opposed to stories is the tiresome need to keep alive some relationship with the truth. Thus, although I have changed most of the names, the narrative concerns  events which actually happened and I don't want to tamper with that. So tempting though it is to invent a few outdoor spankings I have actually only ever administered two such corrections, and only one involved a spot of open air sex afterwards. That's the one that I want to tell you about now, so sit back and let's take a trip down Memory Lane to the Oxford of the 1980s.

The Hildabeest has now passed into legend since St. Hilda's College, her natural terrain, has started admitting men. However back in the day standing on Magdalen Bridge and watching the perfumed herd pass by on its way to the grazing grounds and watering holes of Oxford - or expensive restaurants and equally costly bars if you prefer - was a sight to gladden the heart of the most jaded male. After the Oxford Cowgirl the Hildabeest was the commonest prey in Oxford, because like the cowgirl she was relatively easy to catch. Once either or both had been suitably lubricated with cocktails, then the rest of the evening was relatively easy to predict. God knows why St. Hilda's was jocularly referred to as The Virgin Megastore because the idea that any member of the college hadn't wrapped her legs around any number of lusty males was, well, virgin on the ridiculous.

So it came to pass that one evening myself and a certain Hildabeest named Pippa were walking unsteadily along a road late one evening after the bar where we had spent the previous couple of hours had closed. This is England in the 1980s, people, and hostelries closed at 10.30pm except Friday and Saturday when they stayed open an extra 30 minutes. It was March, if memory serves me correctly, and the lady wore a long black overcoat over her undergraduate uniform of wool skirt and blue crew necked sweater. She was also one of the few women who wore glasses, large black-framed things that surprisingly complemented her pretty face which was framed with bubbly blonde hair to perfection.

We were strolling in the general direction of Christ Church, although why we should have done that has long since faced from memory. I do remember suggesting a walk over the bridge and down onto the bank of the River Isis, and that we did before strolling along for a while and then turning off to the left to follow a path that led to a rather nice bench where we sat down to smoke cigarettes.

We started to kiss and Pippa wrapped her arms around my neck and ran her tongue just inside my mouth. I opened her coat and gently stroked one of her breasts and was pleased to see that she arched her back so as to push more of her luscious mound into my hand. Without speaking we got up and as if by telepathic impulse we moved into the trees so that we were sheltered from the path. Not that anyone was around at that time of night but one can never be too careful.

We came to a wooden fence and I leaned Pippa against it and put my arms around her, and I found to my delight that madam was only too pleased to put her arms around my neck and gently nibble my right ear as a good Hildabeest should. She did not object as I put my arms around her rump and lifted her skirt to reveal to my delight that she wasn't wearing thick woollen tights as I had believed but long  dark blue socks that reached up to her thighs. Almost as nice as stockings and a damn sight warmer in the chill of an Oxford March. I placed the back of my hand over the magical zone that was still covered by her panties and was delighted to find that her heat pulsated onto my hand. That night was going to be easy-peasy I decided. On reflection I should have known even then not to count my chickens until they start going cluckety-cluck.

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TV Spankings: By The Sword Divided

Nobody makes costume drama like the BBC and often there is a discipline scene to tickle the viewers' fancies. Here a disobedient daughter gets seven of ye best from ye dear old dad in the 1983 English Civil War series By The Sword Divided.

Poking in a Punt Part Two

Part One

As I polled the punt back towards its mooring station underneath Folly Bridge I cursed all nosy children, especially those who liked kicking balls around near me. I remember dreaming that maybe the little bastards who had so ruined my day would end up dead and in the clutches of His Satanic Majesty, and I fervently wished that he would hand them over to one of his more enthusiastic demons for a few millennia of torture. I said something along those lines to Caroline and was pleased to see her take up the refrain:

"Maybe I should phone their headmaster? And get them caned," she ruminated, rolling the final word around her tongue with great glee.

"You wouldn't do that - would you?"

"Wouldn't I just! I remember when my brother came home one day nursing six of the best. You should have seen him walking straight legged, it was so funny!" Caroline lay back against her seat and purred like a cat at the memory of happy days of yore.

"Have you ever had to bend over?" I asked, ever the curious soul.

"Nooooo, I'm a good girl."

"So nobody has upended you, yet?"

"What do you mean, yet? I told you that I'm a good girl."

We carried on with that teasing chatter all the way back to Caroline's college. I must be honest and say that I was relived that my fears of having another Charlotte on my hands were proving groundless. That said, it did give me a chance to dig around in her past and get some spanking tales. Caroline had been spanked by daddy, of course, and her bottom had felt the hands of two boyfriends, so that was not a bad tally for a 21 year old girl, and the thought of her luscious rump undergoing treatment at my hands fair put a stiffness into my middle leg.

I got my chance soon after we arrived at her set of rooms. I remember sitting down in a comfortable armchair that stood beside the old fireplace and pulling Caroline onto my knee. I idly stroked her bottom as she made herself comfortable on my lap, and as luck would have it madam then decided to climb on her high horse and be a provocative little minx, which was just what I was hoping for.

"I shouldn't have let you in here," she said, scratching her chin and pursing her lips in in mock indignation. "You said we were in a private spot and look what you allowed to happen to me. I was so embarrassed... What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Look on the bright side, " I replied. "At least the little scrotes got a free anatomy lesson - ever thought about becoming a teacher?"

"That's a horrible thing to say to me! No, no, take that back at once, those hideous wretches - they saw me!"

I didn't say a word by way of reply, but I did grin widely and nodded my head very, very slowly.

Caroline began the finger pointing routine which is always a good sign from a woman as it means that she is close to having to be being taken down a peg or two. Then Caroline decided to slap me and verily my cup did runneth over.

"Give me your hand," she said, before grabbing my right paw and holding it up for a smack. "I'm going to smack this hand."

"If you do then I will put your across my knee, lift up your dress, take down your knickers and then smack you somewhere else," I told her, trying hard to keep the smile off my lips.

"You just try it," she replied, giving me a glare as she slapped my hand.

Well, a fellow cannot refuse such an invitation, can he? Without further ado I tipped madam across my knee and lifted her dress up to leave it bunched around her waist. I must say that she had looked lovely undressed in the punt, but there is no finer sight to a spanking man that that of a saucy young female helpless across his knee with her panties stretched to bursting point with the weight of the delightful orbs within. There is really only one thing to do at such a moment, and that is peel the panties right down and leave them hanging around their owner's thighs. Just so!

Of course Caroline protested loudly at this treatment but I ignored her protests. What I couldn't ignore was the sight of her lush buttocks that were just waiting for my hand to crack down on them, so as an aperitif as it were I leaned over an gently bit each one in turn.

"Hey," said a female voice from somewhere around the level of my shin, "I didn't know that was how your spanked someone!"

Crack! My palm smacked down across her bottom.

"Is that how they do it?" I asked her in my best innocent tone.

"Er, yes, I think so," she replied, failing to contain her giggles.

Smack! Smack! Smack! 

"How about that? Three or so in quick succession. Is that a better way of doing it?"

"No, actually I think I prefer the teeth."

"Do you indeed," I said, landing another firm half dozen on her delightful bottom that was now turning a delicious shade of pink.

"Yes, I definitely prefer the teeth, come to think about it."

"Really? But you are a bad girl and bad girls get the palm, don't they?"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Yes, they most certainly do and that is what I have just had. But I'm back to being a good girl now, so could you please go back to the teeth?"

You can't win with some women. If she had been a real minx then she would have provoked me into spanking her soundly as Charlotte had recently done, but Caroline knew the weight of a man's balls just by looking at them and she knew just how far to go. I gave her another half dozen to grow on and let go of her. She sat up on my knee and rubbed her bottom ruefully, lips pursed, and face flushed.

"Right, madam," I told her. "It's time for bed!"

So off we went and for the second time that day I got to make love to the lovely Caroline.

Domestic Discipline

 

What can a long-suffering husband do with a wife who is wilfully disobedient? Bend her over and thrash her backside until it is the colour of a peppered steak, that's what he can do! Trust me, you will approve of this man when you watch him in action:

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I Spy Spanking

With thanks to the Chicago Spanking Review comes this previously unseen clip from I Spy, a 1960s television series. The spanking is off-screen but the scene is still a delight with our two heroes in Mexico rescuing the irresponsible daughter of a senior American official. Once they get her back to the hotel a message comes through which... Well watch the clip and see for yourselves.

Candid Camera

"Go on - smack my bum," seems to be what the young lady who has just bared her bottom seems to be saying. Did she know that a camera was around? If she did she probably didn't realise that her gesture would wind up all over the web.

That's the beauty of the internet.

Poking in a Punt Part One

Have you ever poked in a punt? I can't remember the exact date when I joined that particular club but it was during a delightful Trinity Term when the sun never stopped shining and the girls of Oxford never looked lovelier nor more available in their summer finery. I may be getting old, now, but in my mind's eye it is the early 1980s and I was making my way along Cornmarket in the general direction of Folly Bridge with a blanket and a bottle of wine in one hand and a lovely girl named Caroline in the other.

We reached the bridge and I took delivery of one of  my college's punts that were moored there. Once bird, booze and blanket were stored away to my satisfaction I took a deep breath and punted us away to one of the tributaries that run off the main river and rammed the punt against a steep bank. The one that I chose had trees running along its top with branches that hung low over the water, in fact some of them actually touched it and I remember having to duck down to get the punt hard against the bank. That done I jammed the punting pole in the mud  to leave the craft firmly wedged in place between the pole and the bank and then I turned my attention to other matters.

We drank the wine, and kissed and touched each other, and everything was all very languid and just as you would expect an Oxford summer's day to be. Madam was wearing a light cream dress with roses printed on it and I can remember that it had five large buttons running from top to bottom and a belt that went around her waist. The latter I pulled free and then spent a happy few minutes undoing all the buttons to reveal the prize that lay within.

I suppose that you are expecting to hear a report of her expensive lingerie, so I am sorry to disappoint any underwear fetishist when I state that she was wearing a rather simple but sweet ensemble of matching white bra and panties. The former undid at the front which made my task a lot easier, and the latter frothy confection of lace and cotton was then pealed down slowly - these things must never ever be rushed - to reveal a sweet pussy, neatly trimmed but not shaven, just as I like them to be.

As I spread the blanket out properly Caroline took the opportunity to sit up and glanced around nervously, holding her long blond hair in a ball atop her head and biting her lip anxiously.

"Are you sure that nobody can see us?" The voice that asked the question was small and uncertain, it's owner needing urgent reassurance that everything was well.

"We can't get more private that this," I told her, that being the simple truth. "The trees cover us on the river side and the bank is so high that you would have to stand right on top of it and almost fall in the water to see us. Besides, there's a playing field or something on the other side, and it looks deserted." That last bit was a bit of an invention, very well, actually it was pure tosh, but I didn't think that it would do any harm especially if it calmed the girl down. More fool me, but Caroline sighed and with a final glance around she lay back on the blanket and quietly waited until I had undressed myself and joined her.

So we kissed and touched and she sucked my cock and I stroked her breasts and flanks and we prepared each other as my cock became hard and her pussy grew moist. And everything was just so very right on that long ago day when the sun hung heavy over Oxford and the river waters lapped lazily against the punt as I lay atop Caroline and her hand closed around my cock and guided it into her body.

What more can be said? Caroline was an achingly lovely spring morning of a girl, and ion all her twenty years I doubt if she could ever have looked as wonderful. as she did that day. I looked down at her heavy breasts as they swayed with the rhythm of our lovemaking, and her eyes caught mine and she smiled languidly both with pleasure at the joining of our bodies and delight at the knowledge that I found her so very desirable.

Caroline placed both hands on my face and held it a few inches away from hers, staring deeply onto my eyes the whole time. She clenched her pussy muscles and arched her pelvis downwards in time with my thrusts. I tried to pull away but she clung to me fiercely, looking all the while into my eyes as if she could read my passion for her in them.

I began to build up the speed of my thrusts. As I did so Caroline reached down, twisted somehow to one side and then I felt the fingers of her right hand gently splay across my bottom. I though that she would rest her hand there to feel my buttock muscles as I thrust deeper and deeper into her body but incredibly she didn't. Instead she inserted her middle finger inside me, not to deep that was impossible, but up to the first joint. Then she moved it in and out in time with my thrusts into her. It was as if I was fucking Caroline as she fucked me and the sensation was exquisite.

"I can't hold it for much longer," I told her, urgency clearly audible in my tone.

Caroline just smiled that lazy smile of hers and slowly nodded her head, her eyes closing as she did so. It was time for both of us.

My muscles relaxed as the great hot surge bubbled up from deep within my balls to spill into Caroline's eager body. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I came and threw back her head to let out a great glorious howl of joy as she felt my cream begin to lap around the entrance to her womb. As I said earlier, everything was just so right on that day...

We collapsed into each others arms and lay there sated for I can't remember how long. Caroline stroked my hair, a curiously maternal gesture that I found relaxed me even more than I was already. We could have remained like that  for an eternity more, but there was sudden splash in the water around the punt. At first I thought that a large fish had jumped out of the water and splashed back into the depths, but then from on top of the bank a small voice piped up:

"May  we have out ball back, please sir?"

It just had to happen, didn't it? The playing field was now occupied with small boys all in their bright running around the playing field uniform and they should not have seen us but some budding football star had kicked a ball too hard and it had sailed over everyone's heads to land in the water by our punt. Looking up I saw about half a dozen eager young fellows, all eyes that feasted upon Caroline. With a sigh I got up and madam hastily pulled her dress around her, but not before the gang or 11 year olds had finished their impromptu anatomy lesson.

Still buck naked I managed to grab the ball out of the water and somehow tossed it up the six feet of bank where it was taken by one of the spectators. Alas for Caroline they then made no attempt to leave, instead they continued to feast their eyes on her distress and I noticed that grins were beginning to form around several lips.

So did Caroline who clearly was made out of stern stuff. Far from being fazed by this she sat up, holding her dress around her and harangued the merry throng above our heads:

"Haven't you got better things to do with yourselves?" she asked, a silly question if you want my opinion. The fellows obviously felt that same way as none of them moved.

"Want me to come up there and smack bottoms?" I'll do it, you know! You see if I don't! Shorts down for all of you!" That did it - the gang made itself collectively scarce and madam turned her baleful gaze up me.

"You said that nobody could see us didn't you?" Well, what the bloody hell were they? Scotch mist?"

With a weary sense of what was to happen I knew at once that our lovely afternoon was over and a tough evening was about to begin.

To be continued

The Cane For Claire

Claire has been a naughty girl indeed and her headmaster orders her to stand with her skirt up and knickers down as he smacks her bare bottom hard. Then she must bend over for the cane and if that isn't bad enough for a girl of her age, the schools' head girl is allowed to watch her punishment. 

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A Spanking For Susan

Say what you like about the Golden Age of British spanking videos, but occasionally a genuine delight was produced. Take A Spanking For Susan as a case in point. It features the sort of bare bottomed spanking that a real girl would get when she has been very naughty indeed. Her reaction is the reaction of a normal girl who is across a man's knee having been stripped of her dignity along with her knickers and whose bottom is getting very hot indeed thanks to his hard male palm. After he has finished spanking her he dries the girl's eyes and then takes her to bed and and fucks her. Let's face it what else is there to do with a freshly spanked and therefore totally obedient little girl?

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Is this a genuine pilot spanking air hostess photo?

 

Many years ago I remember reading a comment that there was a 1960s vintage spanking photo that showed a pilot spanking his air hostess wife following a marital dispute. Is this the photo? It looks staged to me, especially the expression on the girl's face and the way in which the participants seem to be frozen - you would expect a blurred image especially of the man's hand given the slow shutter speeds of the time when flash was being used.

So what's the conclusion: real or fake?

Big Brother Spanking

Every now and again I come across a video that at first glance looks awful and then on a second viewing I realise that it is actually a little gem. Take Big Brother as a case in point. Originally it ran for just over twenty minutes, of which fifteen were padding to make up the time. I removed all that to leave you with an absolute delight of a spanking, followed by a short caning which leaves the young girl on the receiving end in a state of hysteria. Trust me when I say that this clip is a four minute joy that you will watch time and time again.

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Nasty Nael Mahfouz Care Home Spanker

Is it just me or there is something not quite right about a native type whacking three English girls' bottoms? Not only that but the girls do seem to have been more sinned against than sinning, with Nael Mahfouz, coming over as the original wily oriental gentleman as he invented excuses to spank three girls employed at his care home in 1992.

One of the girls was the wonderfully named Tammeaka Cole (19) who was bent over the dusky  knee and given twelve smacks on the backside with a ruler. Nael asked her if her bottom was hot and the lovely Miss Cole had the presence of mind to reply tartly, "Yes, wouldn't yours be?"

Anyway, along with Andrea Baker (18) and Karen McCafferty (17) Tammeaka was awarded £4,000 by an industrial tribunal for the injury they had all suffered to their feelings as well as their bottoms.

The way they did it in the 1960s

I can't remember where I first saw this photo, but I do remember thinking that in its own charming way it summed up the world of early 1960s classic British spanking. Two girls in someone's tacky bedsit, each trying to avoid showing her face, but with a cameraman who managed to capture something rather sweet, using the mirror as he did to compose rather a nice image.

By the way, on the subject of classic British spanking, a new magazine called Moonglow is now available on-line. It has lots of new features, but it also contains the very first issue of Blushes magazine from the very early 1980s as well as Sally's First Lesson, that classic spanking video that we still talk about.

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The Story Behind Double Punishment, Part Two

Following the video shoot I grabbed a couple of dozen stills on the set - OK, in the hotel room where we videoed the action - and you can see them by clicking this link.

When it was all over Victoria and I went her to bed as we had the time before before, but this time she was quite happy to spend a lazy afternoon with me after the horizontal jog was over. I remember that I ordered food sent to the room and we sat on the bed, Victoria wrapped in a sheet, and munched tacos. All in all rather a nice way to spend and afternoon, with the video having been shot, my balls having been emptied, lounging around chatting to the model.

It gave me a chance to ask the girl about her views on discipline. Normally I don't bother as I just assume that they are in it for the money, as indeed am I, but as part of that lazy Mexican afternoon I got Victoria to chat about her previous punishments.

As I had already guessed basically what had happened in her family was that father had come home three sheets to the wind after having spent his wages in the cantina and then kicked the living daylights out of the mother if she had asked such obvious questions as what were the tribe going to eat that coming week? Victoria told me rather proudly I thought that her mother had got in the habit of waiting outside the father's workplace until he emerged and then grabbing as much cash of him as she could. A fairly typical tale of life in those United Mexican States in other words. Victoria had married and the saga had continued until her old man took his hook one day and had never returned. She went off to work in a bar to feed herself and her children.

This is why she was so amazed at my offer to her. Not just the large amount of money that I paid her, but the fact that she would emerge from it with a bottom only slightly redder than usual, she was Mexican after all and red is the natural skin colour.

I suppose you are wondering why I didn't shoot any more videos in Mexico, aren't you? The answer is simple - I did other things that were more lucrative and I put off making more videos for so long that eventually the idea was dropped. That said, I am rather pleased with the three videos that I did shoot, and having just reposted them here along with the stories of how they came to be made I hope that you are as well.

The Story Behind Double Punishment, Part One

As Victoria and I were leaving the hotel following the making of Victoria's Spanking I mentioned casually that I planned to shoot another video clip that month and did she know of anyone who might be interested in starring in it? Quick as a flash and in spite of her sorely tried bottom, the good lady announced that actually she quite fancied making another video and when were we going to do it? I gave her my business mobile number and told her to keep in touch, little realising that she would call me every day until I finally agreed to do this second shoot with her.

As we drove to the hotel where the video was to be made I asked the girl if she had enjoyed the previous shoot and she said that she had. Digging a little deeper it emerged that what she really enjoyed was getting the easy money. She had been with me on the previous shoot for a little over two hours and had walked away with fifty quid and a decent lunch. The fact that she also had a sore backside and a well stretched pussy was neither here nor there: Victoria had calculated that the amount of time and effort she had expended was more than compensated for by the money that she had earned. As she proudly told me, she earned more for her time with me than she would expect to make in a week hustling in the bar.

I have to be honest and say that I really felt that I was doing my bit for Anglo-Mexican relations that day! Not that my warm feeling stopped me from leathering her backside to a fiery shade of red as you can see if you watch the video, but I approached my labours that day with a feeling of intense satisfaction as I laid the leather across Victoria's bare bottom.

Continued here.

Not a real spanking after all

 

Back in October of last year I posted the above photo and asked if it was genuine or staged? Richard Windsor, who knows everything that there is to know about vintage spankings, then popped up to say that it was part of a set that involved a newly wed couple. He said that he had the full set and would post them one day. That day arrived  and the set is now live at his blog which is where I got them:

In spite of what Richard said about the couple actually being married, I am more inclined to think that this sequence is part of a post-war photo story for a long defunct magazine.

Such a pity that it is not the real deal...

Moonglow Magazine is now on-line!

The first issue of Moonglow magazine is now available on-line at the very reasonable price of just a fiver. Obviously you can still buy it on disk for a tenner, but the on-line option means that you don't have to worry where the disk is when you are getting comfortable for the night...

 

A fiver buys you three months access to the magazine and that is plenty of time for you to download your favourite bits to the hard drive. And believe you me it isn't going to be just your drive that is hard when you see what we have in store for you in this latest and greatest spanking magazine.

First off you can enjoy the first ever issue of Blushes magazine and a fully remastered copy of Sally's First Lesson, that incredible spanking classic from way back in 1982. We have plenty of modern video as well featuring fresh girls new to the scene - well over an hour of it in fact! Couple that with reviews of spanking blogs, newspaper accounts of genuine spankings and a cinema spanking section with yet  more video in it, I ask you - where else can you find this amount of material for just a fiver?

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Dealing with an Oxford Cowgirl, Part Four

To say I gave Charlotte the spanking of her life is putting it mildly. Within a minute of my fist slap landing it had been followed by about fifty more, each one laid on with all the force of my arm behind it. I can dimly remember that I did smack the wretched girl on alternate cheeks, but that was more instinct and experience than a deliberate act on my part. Frankly I was just to angry to think about niceties which is probably why so many of my smacks landed as high as Charlotte's hip bone or as low as her thighs.

To be fair the girl was wriggling like an eel and that always makes perfectly accurate targeting next to impossible, but my anger was such that I didn't even try to land  smacks in the traditional seat of learning as it were and contented myself with bringing my hand down in a great powerful arc that cracked like a whiplash somewhere near Charlotte's bottom.

Needless to say the recalcitrant young madam was screaming like a scalded cat, in fact she was howling at such a decibel level that I remember thinking that she would waken the dead - or at least the members of my college which probably amounted to the same thing.

I became aware at some point that my arm was aching so I paused my labours for a moment and that was when I realised just how exhausted  I was. My heart was pounding in my rib cage and my mouth was open to take in great gulps of air into my lungs.

Charlotte took the opportunity that the respite gave her to try to break free from my grasp. She managed to free her arms from the skirt that had pretty much enveloped them and threw her right hand behind her to cover her bottom.

"No you bloody well don't," I told her as I took the wrist in my left hand and folded it into the small of her back. "I haven't finished with you yet." Weary though I was, the spanking was not over yet as far as I was concerned.

Charlotte turned to her left so that she could look at me with  wide tear filled eyes that begged for pity. Alas pity was all used up that day and with a deep breath I looked down at those buttocks that I had been correcting for the previous few minutes and without another thought I hooked my fingers into the waistband and peeled that last line of defence down. Charlotte's bottom was now very red and very bare and the act of lowering her knickers gave her the nudge she needed to open her mouth and let rip another banshee howl of outrage and pain.

My hand was raised again and again it fell in its retributive arc to land on Charlotte's helpless buttock. Now I spanked her methodically, aiming my slaps to cover the buttock cheeks that I had now bared and I smacked on and on until the colour changed from a bright to an angry shade of red.

As the spanking progressed Charlotte's behaviour went from the anger that had displayed earlier in the correction to to the hysteria that had then characterised her screams to a kind of sullen acceptance. Her struggles didn't cease exactly but they were reduced in intensity and instead of wriggling her hips to escape the force of my retribution she then began to do nothing more than simply twitch her buttock cheeks as each smack landed, and I noticed that the arm that I held in my iron grip was not being pulled one way and the other as its owner tried to break it free. The ending of that was proof that all the sauce  had been smacked out of Charlotte as all she did was lie across my knee, submissively awaiting my will.

With a final flurry of smacks I dumped her onto the floor where she lay in a foetal huddle, her hands behind her as she nursed her well smacked bottom. I sat quietly for a moment as my breathing returned to normal, and then I got to my feet.

"Listen to me you nasty little bitch," I told her between clenched teeth. "I am off to have a nice long piss and when I get back you will no doubt have fucked off somewhere far away from me."

I actually did more than that. I stood on the roof and smoked a cigarette to give Charlotte all the time she needed to collect her thoughts, pull up her knickers and clear off. However, when I went back to my room after my five minute absence it was to find Charlotte standing by my table. She had obviously pulled up her panties and was leaning against the table as her legs were clearly unsteady. She looked at me with eyes that were damp with her tears and filled with uncertainty. That said, there was no insolence left in them, so I was moved to be generous.

"I didn't expect to see you again," I said quietly.

"Just about to leave," Charlotte said, with a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Do you want a cuddle before you go?"

Charlotte didn't reply; she just held out her arms and as I stepped forward she wrapped them around my neck and began to sob heavily with her face buried in my chest. I held her and waited until the sobs slowly died down and then Charlotte looked up at me. She struggled to find the words, her lips moving silently as she struggled to form them.

"I am sorry," she said eventually, with a quiet sincerity.

There was really nothing more to say so I just took her in my arms and eventually we went back to bed.

Charlotte and I had a fling that lasted for some time after the events that I have just described but to be honest I just couldn't afford to keep her. She wanted to go skiing during the Christmas vacation and I could not afford two weeks in Switzerland, so we drifted apart. Many years later I bumped into her in London as the sleek, well cared for mother of two rather cute children. We had a coffee and chatted about what had happened during the previous decade or so since our Oxford days. At one point Charlotte complained about something that her husband had done so I teased her saying that she should slap him.

"I can't do that," the lovely lady replied. Look what happened to me last time!"

Julia's Training

Julia's Training was one of the most talked about girl on girl videos from the pre-1985 period. It had everything that the aficionado of such action could want. A genuine dominatrix who really looked the part, a seriously submissive girl who just needed to be thrashed, and a willingness on everyone's part to make this a video to remember.

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TV Spankings: Weeds

I can't believe that I have never run this clip up to now since it is arguably one of the most famous spanking scenes of recent years. Mary-Louise Parker plays Nancy, a woman seeking to break into the U.S.-Mexico cross border drugs trade. Sit back and enjoy the spanking she gets when she becomes lippy with a drug lord.