Has equality actually made British men impotent?

Has equality damaged the nation's sex life? The argument is that with so many women in senior management positions, their power in the office has led to the creation of a breed of neutered, pussy whipped curs that is all they can find for the bedroom. As usual, it seems, women want to have their cake and eat it: they want to be alpha females in the boardroom and sex kittens in the bedroom. Their men should be obsequious at work and tigers between the sheets. As I said, that's women for you.

Now, part of me thinks that all this is ludicrous. Take a walk down any East Lancashire mill town street on a Friday night and watch the young men hammering hell out of one another and then tell me that we are all metrosexual now. Or take a trip to the Bigg Market in Newcastle where the little dollymops ooze out of skimpy finery that is designed to ward off other females and catch the male eye, and then tell me that we have lost our balls.

On the other hand, it isn't about us, is it? It is about the middle class, and as a breed their males have never had any fucking balls to speak of, so what is there to moan about? The middle class consists of people who haven't got the balls to be workers nor the brass to be gaffers and that is why the rest of us treat them with such derision.

As for the corporate women, they have have the world as they wanted it, stuffed to the gills with the craven, the gutless, and the obsequious. If they want something a bit better they can either travel to places like Liverpool, or they can buy a nice vibrator and dream.

Term Ends: The Secretary's Lesson

 

I have broken down Term Ends into four parts for those of you who prefer your clips short and to the point. In this clip Julie and I are sitting in the staffroom pondering the remains of the day. My character tells her that she has been responsible for a lot of the day's problems and that she deserves to be punished. After some argument, this foxy MILF is sent to the punishment room to bare her buttocks for the correction that we all know she deserved.

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Term Ends

I was a handsome devil back in 1995, wasn't I? I doubt if the four girls that I spanked and caned on that far-off day really had the inclination to consider my finer points since they were too busy trying to save their backsides from the blistering that I administered to each and every one of them.You can read the full story behind the shoot at this link, so let me just give you a brief summary now:

First up was Alison who presented her Scouse rump for my tender mercies and admitted ruefully afterwards that whatever doubts she had entertained about my ability as a disciplinarian had been completely satisfied. Then I dealt with Karen, who turned up for the shoot in a red thong under her school uniform. Obviously I could not let that breach of etiquette go unpunished. Then we had Susan who was making her first and last spanking video. I have often wondered why she chose to retire after making her début with me... Finally there was Julie, a mature woman who played the school secretary who needed to have her buttocks bared for the kiss of the cane.

Over the next four weeks I will present each section as an individual clip, but why waste time when you can download the whole twenty minute epic right now?

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Helen Wood has joined Twitter

Helen Wood, the prostitute who put a nice shine on Wayne Rooney's knob before going on to jam a dildo up some actor's bum has joined Twitter. Click this link to follow her tweets and if you want to be really nice you can send her a tweet yourself asking her to be interviewed for this old blog of mine. A spanking interview with Helen Wood sounds like the sort of thing that I would enjoy doing and you lot would enjoy hearing. So drop her a tweet and jolly her along!

God, I am getting desperate for postings.

Spanked in a car

Does anybody know anything about this photograph? I have never seen it before and am curious to know its provenance. Obviously we are supposed to believe that the pin-striped passenger is so wealthy that his chauffeur drives him around, which is why he is able to sit in the back of the car. One wishes that the vehicle did not have quite so much rust on it which rather spoils the illusion of luxury, but I suppose we can't have everything.

If you know anything then please leave a comment in the box.

Was Natalie Cassidy spanked by Adam Cotrell?

Word is coming in that former Eastenders star Natalie Cassidy may have been spanked by her boyfriend Adam Cotrell with a slipper. The couple had a fight which led to Adam leaving the house and Natalie calling the cops and Adam being arrested.

Now this website is reporting that the prosecutor in the ensuing case alleged that Adam struck Natalie "with a slipper on the upper leg." Alas, the site offers no links so as yet it is unclear if the upper leg is a euphemism for the bottom, but the fact that he used a slipper suggests that it is.

More when we have it. 

Cinema Spankings: Stronger Than Desire

Here's a vintage spanking for you as Walter Pidgeon take Rita Johnson across his knee to teach her the error of her ways. In case you are wondering, the action takes place in a  railway carriage.

To the memory of Flick Colby

Flick Colby has died at the still young age of 65. Nobody under about 50 will know who she was, but to gentlemen of a certain age her dance routines still have the power to bring mist to the eyes and a tilt to the trousers.

She was the lead dancer and then choreographer for Pan's People, the dance troupe who filled a spot on Top of the Pops every week. The sixties didn't really swing as far as television was concerned and those girls were the nearest we got to erotica on the box. They certainly gave me some pretty nice blue veiners in my pubescent days.

Have a safe journey to the other side, Flick, and thank you for making my youthful years so much more interesting.

Post-War American Outdoor Spanking

Obviously a staged photo, but rather a nice one for all that. Judging from the clothes I would say the United States in the early 1950s, but apart form that I know nothing about the photo. I quite like the slight smirk on the man's face and the rather nervous smile that the girl has.

What Bottoms Are For, Part Two

 

What Bottoms Are For was one of the classic spanking videos of the very early 1980s. The beauty of it was that the girls on the receiving end of the spankings behaved as normal girls should; that is to say they kicked, wriggled and cried. The clip that I am presenting today shows the two girls receiving a farewell spanking each. Then the master of the house  orders the younger girl to strip and then puts her across his knee again for another buttock blistering.

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Janus may have problems with its internet address

As we announced recently, the Janus shop in London has closed its doors and the outfit now runs on-line. Alas, someone came up with the idea of registering the internet address as Janusworldwide.com, and Janus Worldwide just happens to be the name of a pretty heavyweight investment bank.

If it comes to a pissing contest between the spankers and the bankers, my guess is that the former will lose out. Better change the address quickly, chaps.

Spanking Interviews: Rachel

Rachel is from the Telford in the English Midlands and she is 26. In this interview she will talk about the night when she and her friend Lisa were both spanked by Lisa's father, Roland. The event happened in 2002 when the two girls were both 17.

This is probably the best spanking interview that I have conducted so far and I just know that you are all going to love Rachel's account of that spring evening when a a bonfire was lit under her skirt:

Ladies, are you willing to be interviewed about a spanking that you have received? If so drop  me a line and let's arrange to record your memories for the delectation of the listening public!

Janus and Gordon Sergeant

The Janus shop in London has sadly closed its doors and the outfit now runs as an on-line enterprise only. Looking at the website there must be some doubt as to how long even that will continue since it looks pretty amateurish, but let's wish them luck.

The site contains a jokey eulogy to Gordon Sergeant, the fictional editor of Janus. The character was dreamed up because the Janus contact magazine needed a name to put on its cover and someone thought of that name.

The Janus magazine was headed by Paul van Ocker until his death in the early 1980s. Shortly before that happened Janus set up a contact magazine called Privilege, which in those days was a duplicated A6 magazine which came out quarterly and was only available on subscription. The half dozen or so pages of each issue were taken up with contact adverts, but the inside front cover always had a message from Gordon Sergeant, as editor. Later when Janus starting running spanking parties this figure was the advertised organiser, and it became a standing joke at every Janus event to see what the latest excuse was to explain his non-attendance.

We can understand why Janus decided to announce his death because it allows them to look forward to their on-line future under his equally mythical nephew, Tarquin. (God know why porn merchants want to pretend that they are all to the the manor born. The only manor this lot ever knew were the dreary suburbs of outer London.) The problem is that the Janus site would have been fine a decade ago, but today it is so far behind the times as to be laughable. To make matters worse the site is still unfinished, with links going nowhere and text that is badly in need of an editor who has English as a first language. An online shop for (sic) purveyors of erotica to consenting adults -  Alan van Ockers would never have allowed such a mangled bastardisation of the tongue.

Still and for all that this is still Janus and we wish them well. It is just that on the basis of when we have seen so far the site will shortly follow Gordon Sergeant into oblivion.

Thought for the Day: Ryan Giggs

Ryan Giggs is a hell of a guy. Just look at his record: seven FA Cup finals, five League Cup finals, three Champions League finals and one Big Brother quarter finalist!

Rock on Ryan!

On my spanking philosophy

I have had some nice praise from Karl Friedrich Gauss over at Chross' forum, so I want to spend a moment thanking him for that. He did seem to think that I was only able to meet women for spanking in Mexico where, "women were perhaps more used to that sort of treatment" than in the UK. It is a nice theory, but I have never had any problems finding women in either the UK or Mexico, so let me dedicate tonight's posting to explaining why that is the case.

First, I want to lay out again my basic philosophy of spanking life. I do not go looking for girls to spank, I go looking for girls and then I spank them. When madam does something particularly inane, which being female rarely takes long, then I tell her to behave and warn her that a repeat performance will earn her a trip across my knee. At that point madam if perfectly at liberty to tell me that she will not accept that and many have. Trust me when I say that in those cases I sincerely hope that the door does not bang her arse as she flounces through it on her way out of my life.

So the rule is fuck or fuck off, but to leave it at that would be to leave you with only half the story. How did I meet the women that I ended up spanking? Am I this James Bond figure that woman fall over? Hardly, I am basically a working class bloke from Manchester who worked throughout my twenties and did not go to university until I was pushing thirty. My secret is a thick skin and the fact that I worked as a cinema projectionist!

Working in the cinemas meant that I did not have to get up very early and thus I could stay out late every night, which is what I did. I would prowl the Manchester nightspots every single night hunting pussy. When I found a likely looking girl we would have a fling that lasted on average about five weeks and then I would start my hunting all over again. I reckon that I had about four or so flings a year and if you add to that the one night stands, and leg overs in the back of the car, then we are talking about around a dozen women a year who had their pussies stretched by me during my twenties.

However, and here is the important point, there were about another three or four dozen every year that I went out with once or twice and who never became my lovers, and who were never spanked by me. Not only that but many of the lovers never had their bottoms smacked, either because they were casual fucks or because they did as they were told and I never had to smack their bottoms.

I used to carry a little tin of vapour rub in my pocket to smear on my top lip if the female I was with was a bit rank in the body odour department... Many is the time that if I went out with one particular guy and one of us would suddenly become weary and the other would clap him on the shoulder and say "Come on, you are not hear to enjoy yourself: you are here for a leg-over!" With that the weary one would get up and start to prowl the disco one more time. Come on, fellas, you know as well as I do that you don't have to like a woman to fuck her: what we are after is a nice tight pussy. It is just that I took the hunt to fairly extreme lengths, and that is why my tally is so high.

In Mexico it is true that I was popular amongst the brown-skinned bangers because I was a white Englishman and that made me very exotic. It is also true that Mexican women are only too happy to progress horizontally and I managed to grab quite a few students that way. What that actually meant was that I probably spanked less women in Mexico than I had in England because the women over there are actually rather nice and obedient. Let's face it, if a woman does as she is told and only opens her mouth to put your cock in it, would you be so nasty to her as to deprive her of the ability to sit down for the rest of the day? Perish the thought!

A very good friend of mine who I have told you about is called Svetlana and she once said to me that women are for sex and men are to be used. Now come on, men, what's the content of a wallet or two if the pussy is nice and tight? That is the way that I was and to a great extent still am. If women want me to spend time and money on them then they will accept the basic rule which is that I have the last word.

If they break that rule then they get spanked. Or they fuck off. One of the two.

When Bernard Brewer spanked Sandra Hilder

 

Well, it had to happen sooner or later: an authentic spanking report coupled with a genuine photograph of the event. This pretty unique incident happened on the 4th May 1967 when American sailor Bernard (Bud) Brewer (23) put his Australian girlfriend, Sandra Hilder (20) across his knee  to teach her the error of her ways in the time honoured fashion.

The full story you can read above, but what I want to know is what happened to Bud and Sandra afterwards? She seems to have accepted the spanking and the reports indicate that all was well between them, so did they live happily ever afterwards or not?
 

Double Discipline

 

What could be nicer than the sight of a pretty girl bent over a sofa with her knickers down to receive a leathering across her bare and defenceless bottom? How about two girls bent over together? Now that is very nice indeed especially as they whimper and kick to avoid the remorseless descent of the stinging leather.

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Order of the Burning Buttocks: Susan Bor

An Order of the Burning Buttocks is hereby awarded to Mrs Susan Bor, the Royal Bank of Scotland's Directrix of Group Resourcing, whatever that is. As the author of Susan's on-line profile which has suddenly become very popular on the web tells us, the RBS is synonymous with "the greedy, fat cat bankers, epitomised by Sir Fred Goodwin, who have taken our money and gambled it recklessly."

Not that sexy Susie would ever do anything like that, of course. Perish the thought of her with a "greedy fatcat" like Fred! No, our Susie has reached the giddy corporate heights under her own steam. Just look at her if you doubt that: you can just bet that she goes like a steam engine, can't you?

No, this Order of the Burning Buttocks is awarded because Susie just oozes bedroom sensuality and comes over in her photos as a sexy little minx who needs to be taken firmly in hand. With that in mind it only remain for me to say:

Come here, you saucy young madam: you know that you deserve this!

Jane Fonda versus Pippa Middleton: who has the finer bum?

Jane Fonda may be 73 but she still carries a nicely rounded and seriously smackable pair of buttocks on her. As of course does the lovely Pippa Middleton about whom we have spoken many times over the past couple of weeks.

So, gentlemen, who has the finest rump? Here they are, both arrayed in clinging white dresses for your delectation and delight. Which one would you upend give the chance?

A public spanking for Dianne Piper at LSU

Just because something appeared in the Weekly World News doesn't mean that it isn't true, and this story about the spanking of Professor Dianne H. Piper (43) by Richard Nelson at Louisiana State University in 1999 was also reported in the Orlando Sentinel.

It seems that Dianne was angling for some leave of absence from the university and acting dean Nelson thought that she was trying it on. So he told her that she was being a bad girl and then he put her across his knee and demonstrated just what happens to bad girls. To make matters even sweeter, another academic "sat idly by" as Dianne received her just deserts.

Quiet what the outcome of all this was is unclear since we cannot find any more reports, but we trust that Dianne at least learned to be a good girl once Richard Nelson let her up.

Thanks: Richard Windsor