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Easter is just about upon us and I’ve got a number of fun things planned which means that after the next couple of postings, the blog will be quiet for a few days. But as I said a while ago, I have made more than five hundred and fifty posts to date, so this could be a good time to have a quiet browse through.
I hope you all have a great Easter, and I will be back with you next week. In the mean time, try not to hatch to many eggs!
One of my regular correspondents (You know who you are, James; your anonymity is safe with me.) put in a request for uniforms, uniforms, uniforms.
Now I know I'm often slow on the uptake, but gradually it got through to me that what he probably wanted to see was pictures of pretty young girls in uniforms having their naughty bare bottoms spanked. Of course he has to be in a minority of one as I cannot imagine that anybody else reading this blog would be remotely interested in seeing such images. Who else would want to look at a collection comely wenches with their knickers down, struggling and squealing in protest as their pretty bottoms were spanked by displeased superiors.
Oh I see! A few of you wouldn't mind having a quick look before you settle down for the evening with your boxed set of The Best of The Two Ronnies .
Very well then; here's a couple of French maids for you,
a nurse or two,
and a pair of air hostesses learning the error of their ways.
While we’re at it, let me give you a couple of girls being punished by security guards,
And to finish , a young girl getting a good smacked bottom from a nun.(Well it’s a uniform of sorts.)
Always happy when I can give the troops what they want!
I’m going to say something that might sound odd, but I promise you that being spanked with one’s knickers still firmly in place is a lot more painful than being spanked with them pulled down. Let me explain my thought processes. 
I’m sure the following exchange will sound familiar to most of you. “I think you’ve been a bad girl and you need to be taught a lesson. You know what I’m going to have to do, don’t you?” “Oh dear.....! What?” “Your going across my knee…..” “Please no!” “And I’m going to take down your knickers and spank you!” “No! Not with my knickers down!” “Oh yes! On your bare bottom young lady. Now come here” 
Now we all know that what ever choice of panties, thong, briefs or otherwise any girl under the age of ninety wears these days, they are likley to at very least brief, more likely super-tiny, and of course gossamer thin. Keeping them on during a spanking will not make a scrap of difference to how painful it is, the lesson of every sting and thwack just as evident as if they were down or pulled off completely. But as we all know that’s not the point. The point is that pulling them down and reducing the poor girl to nothing but a naughty child is half the fun, and if you are in a relationship that features regular spankings it’s because it makes your sex life just that bit more exciting. Whether you are the one who punishes or the one who struggles and squeals, those preliminary words, “I think your behaviour calls for a good spanking …….” On their own can be enough get the two of you melting inside and knowing that the next half hour is likely to be fun and exciting. And if a hint of sadism is involved, then there will be the added ingredient of danger ….. 
So what I am leading to is that when a spanking involves no ritual or preamble and he can’t even be bothered to pull your knickers down, it’s most likely to happen when he really is annoyed and it’s nothing to do with making the two of you horny. In those cases it’s likely to be brief but horribly thorough, and I hope for both of you that such situations hardly ever occur. 
So let's go back to first principals and remind ourselves of the Ivory Tower we occupy in our heads where sex is always sublime and orgasms lengthy and simultaneous. The closer we can make our actual erotic lives resemble that steamy swamp in our imagination the happier we are all likely to be. And if that means putting on those big eyes of yours and whispering those incendiary words, “I’ve been such a naughty girl. I think you might have to take down my knickers and spank me…..” then so much the better. 
I suppose it was only fair, punishing me the way you did. I so love looking in the mirror, looking at my nakedness and turning myself on. Imaging that I am making love to myself. 
So it was inevitable that that is what I ended up doing. Making love to myself while I watched, my inquisitive fingers exploring and probing as I watched my own face contorting with pleasure as I came closer and closer to that most beautiful of moments . 
But you caught me! Inevitable I suppose. I have done it so often that one day I just had to be found out. “I’m going to have to spank you.” You said. “Spank you good and hard on your bare bottom.” And of course I melted in anticipation, knowing how I love being punished by you. You bent me over in front of the mirror so I could see my fear, could see my own face anticipating that first hard spank on my unprotected flesh. 
You delayed it for quite a good while, stood behind me looking at our own two faces, in the mirror, you glowing with the power you have over me, and me trembling in anticipation, my knickers round my ankles and my bare bottom out thrust in readiness for my punishment 
Yes I let out a scream when it landed, when the scorch of your punishing hand made contact. But I wanted it, and loved seeing my features twisted in pain. So this is what I look like when I’m bad and you spank me. No wonder you do it so often. 
I must go out and buy a bigger mirror!
I did a posting a short while ago saying that spanking should be fun. Clearly here’s a couple who read that and took it to heart. Go on, enjoy!
Sir, just to remind you, it's three o'clock and time for my next spanking...
Having expressed my opinion on the subject of Over the Knee -v -Over the Desk spankings, I seemed to have completely overlooked a favourite choice of those for whom spanking and sex are so closely related, and that of course is the over the bed option. 
The position is similar to over the desk, but in concept a different animal altogether. Let's face it, being told, “Wait for me in the study and prepare yourself for being punished,” 
paints a very different picture from, “Wait for me in the bedroom and prepare yourself for being punished." 
Bedroom spankings tend to take place at bed time, and bedtime is when people tend to go to bed, so getting ready to be punished in this way generally means putting on appropriate garments for other night time activities and this could mean the simplicity of a short tee shirt, or a wispy nightdress, 
or maybe stripping oneself completely naked. 
Whatever it is you have or have not adorned yourself in, when he comes in to punish you he can see that your body is sweetly available and your eyes are already full of bedtime promise. 
And having submitted to the mixed pain and pleasure of having your naked bottom spanked and caressed, and of course having expressed your contrition and made appropriate promises, then there is the joy of making up time. Traditionally after a spanking from their lover, girls are forgiven and kissed and loved, and if that takes place in a tumble of sheets and bedclothes while their interesting parts are still glowing and naked and available, then so much the better and of course that much more likely to conclude with a serious exchange of fluids. 
And if in your case it doesn't, it's not your sheets you should be changing but your boyfriend!
Never mind if we should increase air strikes over Libya or the proposed reforms to the NHS, the big question of the day is whether spankings are best administered over the knee or over the desk?
How many happy hours we could all spend trying to decide the answer to that question. On the basis that variety is the spice of life, I would have thought that the answer was that different spankings suit different situations, but starting with a glib and completely unscientific comment on the subject I would say that over the desk is for sadists and over the knee is for sensualists.
Personally, whether I'm giving or receiving a spanking I generally prefer over the knee. Let's face it, there is something both cosy and intimate about that position and of course it’s absolutely perfect for playing that wonderfully gusset moistening game of Daddies and Daughters.
“Darling, you know I have to do this for your own good don't your.”
“Yes, Daddy. I know I deserve it. I've been a very naughty girl”
“You certainly have. Letting all those boys kiss you behind the bike shed. I'm not spanking you because I don't love you, it's simply that you have to learn. You realise I'm going to have to take your knickers down don't you?
“Oh, Daddy do you really have to? You'll get to see my bare bottom!”
“I'm afraid there's no choice, Darling. That's it, I've got them right down now. You do have a pretty little bottom don't you.” (Stroking it and almost purring now) “Just perfect for a long hard spanking.”
“Oh dear! I must say though Daddy that being over your knee like this with my knickers down is making me feel sort of funny and moist inside, the way I did when I let the boys kiss me.....”
And so on. We've all played it at some time or other and know how it ends.
And then of course with over the knee there is all the fun of holding her in place while she wriggles and squirms,
leaving aside the pleasures of the pre-spanking fondling and post-spanking soothing.
Over the desk tends to be more impersonal, more of a dispassionate punishment, and is classically for that knickers down in front of the class situation where all the girl’s friends get to see absolutely everything, including that pretty little kiss that peeps out at everybody through the top of her legs. This is where the hidden despot in all of us tends to come to the fore.
“Take your knickers off, Emily, and bend over the desk!”
“But Miss......!”
“I said take them off!”
But of course as with all power situations one's approach does tend to vary depending on if one is dishing it out or on the receiving end. On the occasions I find myself across a desk I do know that I'm likely to be for it in a big way, but I'm not complaining. With the miscreant bent over the desk, the man in charge has the advantage that his actions cannot be seen, so should he be inclined to introduce another element into the proceedings, something stiff and quivering and hungry for penetration, then it does add another layer of excitement to the whole business that makes being punished even more pleasurable.
The answer for us girls of course would be simply to never misbehave and never have to be spanked again, in any position. But then, where would the fun be in that?
And here's yet another young girl with an umbrella keeping her upper extremities dry while in the process guaranteeing that she makes the rest of us get just a little wet around the lower regions.
Those of you who think she should be given a thorough spanking please form an orderly queue.
Now what have we here? Leaving aside the caption added by me, it's a girl in a bedroom, very high heeled and see through, and clearly thinking naughty thoughts about what I have to admit is a very cute and kissable naked man’s bottom.
And from where did I get this inflammatory image? From the Internet or a dubious magazine? No! It's an advert for expensive up market furniture that appeared in The Times this weekend. For heaven's sake! If this is mainstream advertising these days, how is a peddler of pornography supposed to earn her living?
For a grown up female, to be thrown across man's knee and spanked has to be as humiliating as it gets, and if while he’s at it he pulls her knickers down it makes it even worse. But then add into the mix that it takes place in public, or in front of say work colleagues and it's off the scale. As such the public spanking is the perfect punishment for the sort of cinematic bitch we all love to hate.
The public spanking was a staple of films from the forties and fifties, but now it is no more which has to be something of a shame. It was the spanking that we all prayed would happen, the girl lining herself up for it though physically gorgeous always teeth grindingly annoying and asking for it with every sneer and gesture so that when she finally landed up over the hero's knee, screaming with indignation while her rear end was given the good pasting it so thoroughly deserved, we found ourselves cheering inwardly.
One of the most classic examples of this is the John Wayne film Mclintoc which features his giving Maureen O'Hara a thorough spanking in her underwear in front of a jeering cheering crowd.
My book, Educating Anna starts with a flashback, Anne being taken onto the balcony of her own canal side house in Venice and spanked with her knickers down in front of a roaring crowd. The question is posed, who is spanking her and why, and what events had lead to this ultimate humiliation? So then we go back the beginning of Anna's journey into the world of erotic experience. I use a similar device in Sins of the Flesh, where an erotic film is being made set in a girls school where the young actresses often find themselves being given painful spankings in front of the class.
I have a friend with an adolescent daughter with whom I get on famously and as a result I have recently seen a lot of the teen movies she owns on DVD. Almost without exception one of the characters is a blonde bitch, a spoilt vindictive brat who has us all praying for revenge, and yes, in these films they always get some sort of humiliating come comeuppance by the end of it, but I always find myself thinking how much more satisfying it would be if took the form of a sound skirt up knickers down spanking in front of all their friends.
But, being me, of course I would!
Hearing your unspoken question, has Elizabeth ever been spanked in public, I suppose I have to give you ananswer and it’s sort of yes, but not quite what I suspect you were hoping for. Being both slim and petite it's not difficult for men to horse around with me, and at an otherwise respectable party a while ago I’d been teasing one of the men maybe just a bit too much. He suddenly announced that I was asking for it, grabbed hold of me, put his foot up on a chair then put me over his raised knee in front of everybody and gave me just one good smacker.
Inevitably it caused a lot of raucous laughter and some comments I’m not going to repeat, but while I went through the motions of recovering I was carefully checking to see how the guests had reacted to seeing me have my bottom smacked. Interestingly, it wasn't only the gin sodden men males who had a glow in their hooded eyes. A surprising number of the women had the unmistakable look people get when their mind is occupied with erotic thoughts.
I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall in some of the bedrooms that night. I suspect that some of them were in for an unexpectedly interesting night.
I’m sure the following exchange will sound familiar to most of you. “I think you’ve been a bad girl and you need to be taught a lesson. You know what I’m going to have to do, don’t you?” “Oh dear.....! What?” “Your going across my knee…..” “Please no!” “And I’m going to take down your knickers and spank you!” “No! Not with my knickers down!” “Oh yes! On your bare bottom young lady. Now come here” 
Now we all know that what ever choice of panties, thong, briefs or otherwise any girl under the age of ninety wears these days, they are likley to at very least brief, more likely super-tiny, and of course gossamer thin. Keeping them on during a spanking will not make a scrap of difference to how painful it is, the lesson of every sting and thwack just as evident as if they were down or pulled off completely. But as we all know that’s not the point. The point is that pulling them down and reducing the poor girl to nothing but a naughty child is half the fun, and if you are in a relationship that features regular spankings it’s because it makes your sex life just that bit more exciting. Whether you are the one who punishes or the one who struggles and squeals, those preliminary words, “I think your behaviour calls for a good spanking …….” On their own can be enough get the two of you melting inside and knowing that the next half hour is likely to be fun and exciting. And if a hint of sadism is involved, then there will be the added ingredient of danger ….. 
So what I am leading to is that when a spanking involves no ritual or preamble and he can’t even be bothered to pull your knickers down, it’s most likely to happen when he really is annoyed and it’s nothing to do with making the two of you horny. In those cases it’s likely to be brief but horribly thorough, and I hope for both of you that such situations hardly ever occur. 
So let's go back to first principals and remind ourselves of the Ivory Tower we occupy in our heads where sex is always sublime and orgasms lengthy and simultaneous. The closer we can make our actual erotic lives resemble that steamy swamp in our imagination the happier we are all likely to be. And if that means putting on those big eyes of yours and whispering those incendiary words, “I’ve been such a naughty girl. I think you might have to take down my knickers and spank me…..” then so much the better. 
So it was inevitable that that is what I ended up doing. Making love to myself while I watched, my inquisitive fingers exploring and probing as I watched my own face contorting with pleasure as I came closer and closer to that most beautiful of moments . 
But you caught me! Inevitable I suppose. I have done it so often that one day I just had to be found out. “I’m going to have to spank you.” You said. “Spank you good and hard on your bare bottom.” And of course I melted in anticipation, knowing how I love being punished by you. You bent me over in front of the mirror so I could see my fear, could see my own face anticipating that first hard spank on my unprotected flesh. 
You delayed it for quite a good while, stood behind me looking at our own two faces, in the mirror, you glowing with the power you have over me, and me trembling in anticipation, my knickers round my ankles and my bare bottom out thrust in readiness for my punishment 
Yes I let out a scream when it landed, when the scorch of your punishing hand made contact. But I wanted it, and loved seeing my features twisted in pain. So this is what I look like when I’m bad and you spank me. No wonder you do it so often. 
I must go out and buy a bigger mirror!
I did a posting a short while ago saying that spanking should be fun. Clearly here’s a couple who read that and took it to heart. Go on, enjoy!
The position is similar to over the desk, but in concept a different animal altogether. Let's face it, being told, “Wait for me in the study and prepare yourself for being punished,” 
paints a very different picture from, “Wait for me in the bedroom and prepare yourself for being punished." 
Bedroom spankings tend to take place at bed time, and bedtime is when people tend to go to bed, so getting ready to be punished in this way generally means putting on appropriate garments for other night time activities and this could mean the simplicity of a short tee shirt, or a wispy nightdress, 
or maybe stripping oneself completely naked. 
Whatever it is you have or have not adorned yourself in, when he comes in to punish you he can see that your body is sweetly available and your eyes are already full of bedtime promise. 
And having submitted to the mixed pain and pleasure of having your naked bottom spanked and caressed, and of course having expressed your contrition and made appropriate promises, then there is the joy of making up time. Traditionally after a spanking from their lover, girls are forgiven and kissed and loved, and if that takes place in a tumble of sheets and bedclothes while their interesting parts are still glowing and naked and available, then so much the better and of course that much more likely to conclude with a serious exchange of fluids. 
And if in your case it doesn't, it's not your sheets you should be changing but your boyfriend!
