Drawings

In somewhat of a hurry, I'm bringing you some drawings which, with one notable exception, serve to underline a point I have made more than once before.

Given a suitable opportunity, the female of the species is nearly always deadlier than the male.

Enjoy!

Rosaleen Young

I like to give people what they would like to see, so following a few comments received relating to my Bedtime Spanking post, I thought I'd give you a few pictures of Rosaleen Young.

I know very little about her save that apparently until a while ago she earned her living getting spanked on film which presumably beats working in a call center and you would never have to worry about the supervisor complaining that your skirts were too short.

But that brings me to a related thought. If your job is getting your bottom smacked, how does the boss punish you if you turn up late or forget to learn your lines?

Artists and models

Artists and models, the very phrase has a resonance: visions of long haired dark eye lashed men and young naked models with bodies like ripe fruit spring to mind. And of course the boundless sex between them when the artist's frenzy to mount his muse takes over from his previous obsession to have her every dint and dimple faith fully reproduced on canvas, easel and paint scattering in all directions as they howl in pleasure.

Not the current crop of artists of course, the chicken in formalhyde, and inside-out house lot with their video installations and condoms full of their own poo. I'm talking about a breed that was fading at the turn of the century and ceased altogether once the first world war started. The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood were the arch type, cross pollinating as if their lives depended on it, their studios running with sperm along with the paint and turpentine.

And of course Augustus John, the randiest of goats, fathering an army of children by a good dozen women, his conquests including Ian Fleming's mother as well as Lady Ottoline Morrell the famous Bloomsbury hostess.


The sexual temptations thrown at of such people are clear and obvious, but what this is all leading to is a consideration of the temptations presented to the artists who chose spanking as their dominant theme. (No pun intended).

How aroused must they get, posing some pretty young thing as if she is about to have her bottom spanked.

“Now bend over this desk, that’s right. Now lets have your skirt up, yes, maybe a little more.” And of course:- “I think we need your panties down, yes, maybe just a bit further, just so I can see half of your bottom peeping out.”




And then inevitably, because how could they resist it, “I don’t think the skin tone is quite right, not pink enough. Why don’t you....... that’s right, across my knee like that and l can just give you a little spanking to bring the colour up. What was that? Is there a paint brush in my trousers? Oh, I see , yes, it is a bit hard isn’t it! Look to help me concentrate, if there’s anything you can do to get rid of it....."

And if the girl is less than co-operative, then he can insist on a tied up pose, properly tied up of course and so looking properly alarmed when he approaches her with a look of serious intent on his face and an uncontrollable urge in his trousers.

No, I am overwhelmingly not suggesting that this was the situation with any of the artists and models concerned with any of the drawings reproduced here.

But it’s still a lovely thought!

Pastoral Revisited

So where does my fertile imagination take the young minx from a few postings ago? What about this:-

And then she has an idea. Sunday morning is the time to meet with her young man when everybody from the landowners to the farm labourers will be at church. No one at all will be abroad for a couple of hours.

She pleads a cold and stays in bed, then, when the entire village is on their knees at prayer, off she goes to meet her young lover. So confident is she that no one will be about she walks to the assignation quite naked, her dog at her side to keep her company.



When she meets with him he can’t believe what she has done, but this is his big chance. The stories she tells him of her regular spankings from her strict parents always gets him excited, and now he can try it for himself

“I think you have to be punished.” He says, his eyes bright. “Thoroughly punished!” And hearing these words she pouts and giggles, wondering if he will put her across his knee the way her parents do, but no, in a moment he has her tied to a tree and his leather belt is out .

“I said thoroughly punished. “ He says, and she wonders just how far this might go, but already she's moist between her sweet thighs and she's more than ready for anything he might do.

“Are you a bad girl?” He says, then gives her a first little switch, the leather kissing against her soft bottom with a quiet thwack and she lets out a scream but it’s mostly excitement. “ Yes! Yes!” She answers. “I'm really bad.” And he dos it again, and then again, the leather anointing her body with delicious pain and her answering sobs and cries have his young manhood twitching and jerking in his trousers




Later as they lie in the grass and she's easing his excitement from him, watching his seed erupt from his glowing cock, she knows that she will not be able to get back home in time to avoid being caught and punished. How wonderful! Another spanking from Papa to look forward to. Sundays have never been this good.

Victoria Beckham

In October last year I did a posting on the subject of who in the public eye would we most like to spank and I was soon in receipt of a lot of suggested names. To my surprise, one that did not come up was Victorian Beckham .

I was wondering whatever happened to her, but here's the answer. Poor Victoria, things must be getting tough in the Beckham household if she has to moonlight as a hotel chambermaid. That was the trouble with marrying a footballer, hardly a proper job and you never know from one minute to the next what money is coming in.

At least as a chambermaid, the tips are good, specially if you flash your stocking tops and spend a lot of time bending over in front of the mini bar. Let the guests get a good eyeful and the money just rolls in. If only David had the same work ethic she wouldn't have to do this and could even find time to go back to her knitting and learning Russian.

Actually, looking again I don't think its her at all and I have wasted your time unnecessarily. But then again, look at that lovely dog! He’s gorgeous!

Her older lover

Why am I going along with this? Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to fall for a man so much older than me.

At nineteen I thought I was so grown up and experienced, and then there was him and everything seemed to change.

"Lucinda." He said, looking at me in that way that always makes me melt. "Lucinda, as I'm so much older than you, I feel it my duty to adopt a parental role with you as well as being your lover. To protect and help you, and to instruct you in the ways of the world when you need it."

And I was thrilled and flattered and happy to agree. It all seemed so exciting with such glamorous experiences and wonderful sex. But now it seems that I've fallen short of his high expectations and I've got to be spanked.

"Wait for me in the outer lobby." He said. "And I suggest you take your knickers off as it will show me that you acknowledge that it's what you need and deserve."

And that's just what I'm doing now, taking my panties off and making myself ready to be spanked because I know he's right and ultimately it's for my own good.

And maybe, just maybe, I'll enjoy it. Some of my friends are spanked by their lovers and they do. Could that be what he meant by instructing me in the ways of the world? I'm shortly going to find out.

Girls just want to have fun!

Bedtime spanking

I have of course from time to time been at the receiving end of a bed time spanking. Psychologically it's a good time for both parties as not only is it the end of the day and all the time in the world can be given to making a thorough job of it, but of course as every slap and squeal is overshadowed by the spectrum of a double bed that has to be shared, the blood tie between pain and pleasure is never so clear.

What to wear? The possibilities are endless. Sprawl on the bed in whatever you were wearing before, sullenly or provocatively, it’s up to you. Let him make the running, throwing you angrily over his knee and dragging away any protection before soundly teaching you that your bad behaviour will be spanked out of you no matter how long it takes.





Naked of course, like the little black dress, never wrong and guaranteed to produce results. Your total availability to whatever he chooses to do always a strong indication of pleasures to come.



Or a night dress, a wisp of gossamer through which your curves and crevices are hinted at rather than seen, and of course so easy to slide up and expose your upturned and submissive bottom ready for its punishment.



If your relationship has reached the cosy stage then pyjamas are an option with him making you stand in front of him and remove the bottoms before he takes you across his knee. Don’t ever underrate the erotic possibility of traditional pyjamas. The top of you is covered, virginal and protected, but from the waist down your nakedness becomes an irresistible focal point for him to punish and pleasure.




You can of course go for really old fashioned ones like those pictured here with a buttoned back flap. With this opened, as you lie in wait across his knee the only naked flesh he can see is that lovely bottom of yours, perfectly framed for what is about to follow.





So let’s move on. You’ve been soundly spanked, and here the two of you are, alone and on the end of the large bed. You are glowing from your punishment and ripe for forgiveness, and he is throbbing with the need to take his reward having done his duty by you. Where do things go from here?


Him: “I hope you’ve learned your lesson and you’re not going to be a naughty girl again.”

You: (Rubbing your bottom and feeling very contrite) “Of course I have. (Looking at him ruefully) “That really hurt!”

Him: “No more than you deserved. (Pulling you to him) “Now come here will you.”

You: (Cautiously) “What are you going to do now?”

Him: “What do you think? I’m going to kiss you to show that you’re forgiven.”

You: (Snuggling in to him) “Mmmmm” (And then) “My God! Look at you. You’re so big and stiff!”

Him: “So I am!”

You: (Putting your hand down to feel it) “It’s as hard as rock! Look why don’t we lie down.” (Both slide onto the bed and kiss some more, and then) “Look is there any way I can make up for being such a naughty girl?

Him: “Well I suppose…….”




But I’m sure you can easily work out the rest for yourselves.

Pastoral

Every picture tells a story, even if it’s one you need to write yourself. So what’s the situation behind this surrealistic image?

I see it as being set in the French countryside, the girl has managed to get away from her strict parents for the afternoon and take time in the woods to be with her boyfriend. Things between them had just go to the interesting stage, both naked and she fondling his young and ever eager manhood when who should come across them but Papa, furious that his properly brought up daughter should so disgrace him.

Her boyfriend runs off and Papa takes his errant daughter home on the back of his bicycle, and should any of their farming neighbours see her shame and her nakedness then she has brought it on her self.

Back at the farmhouse he explains the situation to Maman, then struggling and screaming his daughter goes over his ample knee and is soundly spanked while Maman looks on with grim approval. The poor girl thinks her punishment will never finish, but when it does, her father passes her across to Maman who spanks her even more thoroughly than Papa did, clearly remembering the times when she swallowed Papa’s seed in the truffle barn when they had not long met, and not wanting her daughter to become as wicked as she was.

Sent to bed, her bottom burning, the young girl ponders on the day. Her chastisement has only made her loins even more hungry for what nearly happened with her young lover and she slides an inquisitive finger down to her moist pudenda and starts to ease the pleasure from it as she does every night.

The loft above the woodshed, that’s the place! Her father almost never goes there. That’s where she can meet with her boyfriend tomorrow and they can finish off was interrupted today. And she can tell him all about how she was spanked. It always makes him more vigorous than ever when she does that!

Schooldays remembered

Sometimes I find myself getting nostalgic for those simple careless days at school


Trying to find ways to keep the teachers happy

And of course those special friendships with the other girls




There were times when they weren’t around, but I was never short of ways to keep myself amused.



And now I’m all grown up, I’m still utilising lots of the skills I learned then.

Happy days!

Now this is what I call room service

A story in three pictures

You can just hear the girl on the bed can’t you. ” Darling, I can explain….!”

No she can’t! The situation is all too clear, while the cat was away two Sapphic mice were happy playing with each other. So what would any red blooded man do when faced with two half naked girls as guilty as sin and keen to atone?

That’s right. De-commission their knickers, spank them both soundly and send them to bed.



And if they want to make it up to him, well it would only be fair.

A pictorial history of spanking

OK . Those of you who know that notwithstanding that sexual intercourse was invented in 1963, spanking goes back just bit further than this, here is an in depth, thoroughly researched pictorial history of the subject.



Medieval or thereabouts

Same sort of time, but when Robin Hood was putting it about

A bit later, say when Moll Flanders was on the loose




Georgian (This is definitely right)


Victorian (The first golden age of spanking)



Late Edwardian


A bit later, sort of



Nineteen fifties (The second golden age)



Nineteen sixties, but before The Beatles

Nineteen seventies (Wake up at the back there, the date’s on the magazine cover!)



And to bring you right up to date, a week ago last Thursday.

Study the above carefully and that elusive history degree could be yours.