Monday 29 October 2012

Mainstream Spanking: - Virginia

Thanks goes to buffettfan, on the SF & R Forum, for pointing me in the direction of the 2010 film "Virginia".

I had never seen mention of this film before; it stars the gorgeous Jennifer Connelly, along with Ed Harris and Carrie Preston.

Early in the film we learn that Jennifer and Ed's characters are conducting a long lasting affair, within which they are sexually adventurous. We see them looking through a sex text book, to see what to try next; they come upon a page devoted to whipping.

They take it in turns to try this out, although the images on the screen only appear pretty fleetingly. Similarly, at the end of this, ed turns Jennifer over one thigh, and spanks her. You can see enough to be sure it really is Ms Connelly, and a couple of spanks do land, but the angle chosen means you don't get a clear picture of any of this.

Still for what it's worth, here are some screen captures from the scene; sorry, I can't do video capture at the moment, and the screen is better than it looks, without ever being brilliant.










The film itself is a somewhat quirky oddball type of thing, with wildly shifts in tone; it is, overall, kind of charming though.

Hope this is all of some interest.

All the best

Tim

Thursday 25 October 2012

Another Tim the Tum 6th Form Adventure

From Strict Women - totally inappropriate but I like it!
I got a lot of positive responses to my earlier entry about the spanking culture in my Sixth Form, although I suspect that most readers didn't believe a word of what I wrote.

Everyone is free to make their own mind up of course, but I really was telling it like it was. Maybe just a tad coloured by the mists of memory, of course.

Anyway, I have a further story that I'd like to share, although I confess that I have mixed feelings about this one. I think it's a fun little tale but, if anything, I would guess that you will find it even less plausible than the earlier one. And some of it makes me a little sad.

Again, read it and take it as you like. It is true but if you just enjoy it as a piece of fiction, well, that's okay too.

Let me take you back to the very early 1980's. Kids took 'O'-levels, rather than GCSEs, and teachers still had the power to beat pupils. It was a power that some, at least, were keen to use.

At the time of this story I was 17 years old; I had taken my 'O'-levels, and had something like 10 passes. I'd failed a couple, but the only one I cared about was German. I had a decent accent, I was told, but my grammar was awful, despite a reasonable vocabulary.

I took it again at the end of the Lower Sixth, and once again failed; 2 D grades in one subject should be enough for anyone, but I decided to persevere; for one thing I was going out with a girl who was taking 'A' level German, and I was sure that I could learn enough from her to push me over the edge.

After a very few weeks it became clear that this wasn't working; the time we were supposed to be spending on my German revision was actually being spent exploring each other's bodies, and was actually worsening my girlfriend's performance in her class.
Sarah Gregory Spanking

At this stage an opportunity presented itself; the head of the language department was a lady I will call Wendy Batson, and she was also my House Mistress (the first woman ever to run a house at my school). She offered to spend a couple of hours one afternoon each week tutoring me in German, on a one to one basis, on the understanding that I didn't get in the way of my girlfriend's own work.

I accepted the offer eagerly, especially as I could use the time I would have been expected to use for physical education, for this purpose.

So, each Wednesday afternoon at 1.30 I would toddle off down the corridor to Wendy's office, and we would spend 120 minutes improving my German. She would set some written exercises, and correct them with me, and we would have several sessions of German conversation throughout the afternoon.

While Miss Batson didn't have any scheduled classes during that time she was often called out to deal with house matters, and it was routine for her to take a phone call, listen for a minute, slam down the handset, mutter "damn" under breath, and storm off to sort out a problem.

At the time she was in her mid thirties, and, while not exactly good looking, she was striking, and she had a trim fit figure. Also she was the first lady at the school to regularly wear slacks (all of the girls were required to wear skirts at that time), and, in line with fashion at the time, they were very tight. It was a genuine pleasure to watch her purposeful stride from the back, as the momentum of her walk forced her bottom from side to side.

Ah, happy days!

Anyway, we had been undertaking this weekly ritual for about two months, and had grown very comfortable in each other's presence, joking and poking fun at each other. Against all precedent I was allowed to call her Wendy, so long as no one else was around.

I suppose it was around 2.30 that afternoon when there was a solid knock on the door of her office; the room was quite large, with an initial area containing her desk, at which we worked, and a further elongated bit off to the right, which had a couple of classroom type desks, 2 cupboards and a coatstand. The whole thing resembled a hammer, with the offshoot being a very wide handle.

Wendy stood and opened the door, and I recognised the shape of Mr Castiel, one of the PE teachers who was also the deputy head of my house. The corridor was bright and he was a threatening silhouette in the doorway.
Sarah Gregory Spanking - the legendary AJR

I sat at the far end of the desk from the door, and, despite his usual habit of booming out every word that he uttered, he kept his voice surprisingly low as he spoke to Wendy. I could see her shaking her head, as though what he was saying was not welcome.

"Well, you'll just have to deal with her anyway." His final words were at his more usual volume, and, having thrown them at Wendy, with whom he didn't really get along, he turned and vanished from my sight.

Wendy sighed, and her shoulders slumped. She gestured with her head, and muttered "In".

She stood back from the door, and in walked Louise Plimpton. She was a 16 year old fifth year, tall and elegant, who managed to twist most of the male teachers around her little finger. It was widely imagined that she had a career as a model before her (although she actually married an Italian count in his 30's when she was 18 and left Britain never to be seen here again).

Louise was well aware of her power, and used it to get her own way in everything. On top of this she was something of a bully, and her attractive face was scarred somewhat by a sullen childish look.

Wendy regarded her with a dark look of sudden anger; her foot twitched like the tail of a hissing cat. I shrank back into my chair, keen to stay as far away from this confrontation as I could.

"Again?" Wendy's voice cracked out. "Don't you ever learn?"

Louise shrugged nonchalantly. The temperature in the room seemed to drop a couple of degrees, anticipating a storm. Despite this Wendy's face grew red as her temper bubbled up.

"I've had enough of this. Over there." Wendy pointed into the office annex, and hurried Louise on her way with a little push. It didn't seem to bother her though; her long legs seemed to cover the ground in inches.

Several hours later they arrived at one of the two desks, and Wendy pointed it out to Louise as though she were partially sighted.

The wonderful Leia-Ann, courtesy of my mate John at Triple A Spanking
"There. That one. Bend over." This was when it struck me that my continuing attendance was probably unnecessary. My mind sent a message to my body to stand, and shuffle quietly out. Somewhere along the way the message must have gotten lost.

Wendy turned to one of the cupboards, and slid open the door, She reached in, and produced a large black plimsoll, gripped at the heel. It rebounded from her left hand as she tested it on herself.

Stepping back to the bending girl, who lay fully over the small desk, her arms dangling over the far side from her legs, and her bottom highlighted against the taut material of her tight black skirt, Wendy's face was a blank. There was no pleasure or nerves in the anticipation of her task.

"Twelve I think." Her voice was level, but her words, for the first time, dragged a reaction from Louise, in the form of a low groan.

Wendy was left handed, so she stood with her back to me as she raised the plimsoll high above her shoulder.  As I was sitting at something of an angle I could also see the curves of Louise's bottom. My eyes were fixed on them as the shoe fell, for the first time, across their centre.

There was a noise like a loud clap, followed by the sound of rebounding rubber, and a stifled yelp.

Wendy paused, and appeared to survey her target. Apparently satisfied she raised her weapon again, and drove it like a runaway truck into the bottom of the naughty girl. The resulting sounds were again similar.

Taking her time, Wendy continued to rain the slipper down on the nicely presented rear; each smack was rewarded with a discomforted reply from Louise.whose head dangled down, her face concealed by a curtain of yellow-gold curls.

I think it was the tenth smack that finally made her head jerk back, as the sports shoe bounced off an already sore portion of the mound; I'm sure that Wendy's head nodded in some small gesture of satisfaction.

It also seemed to renew her energy, and the final two spanks seemed likely to drive the punished girl through the desk that was her only support. Each raised a genuine squeal of pain, and the final one was followed by a faintly relieved gasp.
The divine Pandora, from Spanking Sarah

Having finished Wendy stood back, and admired the results of her handiwork.

Louise remained in place for a few seconds, and then shakily pushed her thin frame up from the desk. She stood upright, and her hands promptly found the battered flesh of her behind, clutching the peak of the buttocks in fingers that clenched and unclenched as she tried to drive away the pain. Her teeth were fastened on her upper lip as she tried to suppress the tears that were trickling from the corners of her eyes.

"Right then. I don't expect to see you here again, Plimpton. I won't go easy on you another time. Back to class. And I'll check that you get there." With this Wendy turned back towards her desk, and I rather unfortunately reminded her of my presence by standing. This was particularly ill timed as I had become rather aroused by the spectacle, and my trousers too were fashionably snug.

Louise more or less ran from the room, her vision obscured by a combination of hair and tears; I really don't think that she was ever aware that I had witnessed her punishment.

Wendy knew it though.

"Damn. Forgot you. Why didn't you say something?"
From Northern Spanking

I examined the pointed end of my boots. "Um. Too embarrassed?" It came out as a question; I was testing the water to see if this explanation would wash.

Wendy still had the plimsoll in her hand. She waved it at me.

"Sixth former or not, I've a damn good mind to give you a taste of this!" The edges of her mouth seemed to be tugged upwards a little, almost as though against her will. I wasn't sure, but I thought she was actually amused by the incident.

I was less sure when she reached forward and grabbed my arm with her empty hand. Tugging me with her, she started to walk back towards the classroom desk.

"Hang on! You can't slipper me! I haven't done anything!"

"Oh, I dunno. Disrespect to your House Mistress? Lack of attention to your German work? That would have been enough to get me a slippering when I was at school. And then there's that thing in your trousers. That's certainly misbehaving."

My mouth dropped open. All of this was shocking but I couldn't believe that Wendy had referred to my penis!

In something of a daze I let her guide me to the little desk, and push me forward across it. I felt the shiny material of my trousers pull tight across my raised bum, and, placing my hands by my side, I made as thought to propel myself upright.

"No you don't" said Wendy, placing her right hand against the small of the back and leaning in. I was effectively pinned in place.

I half heard a whoosh, and then a dull thud, before a sting exploded across my bottom. I gulped once, silently, and the plimsoll smacked against my bottom again. With little choice I remained in place as she gave me another four splatting spanks.

"I bet you didn't enjoy that as much." She said. She looked at me as I stood. "I could be wrong though."

The shoe had been quite painful, and I was surprised to find that, if anything, I was more aroused than before. Wendy had an odd look on her face.

"That wasn't fair! It was at least as much your fault I was in the room as mine!" My voice was filled with righteous outrage; I was also seeking to remove any attention from the front of my trousers.

Wendy was always fair in her judgements. "Yeah, you might be right, but it's too late now."
More from Northern Spanking

"Well, it shouldn't be! And it bloody hurt! It's all very well you waving that bloody great thing around but I bet you don't even remember what it feels like!" I didn't mean anything by this. I was just extremely annoyed.

Wendy looked at me. "Teachers don't get spanked."

"Well, they should!"

And then the strangest thing on that afternoon of oddities happened. Wendy tossed the plimsoll to me, and laid herself across the wooden surface that I had so recently vacated.

"Okay then. No more than six. That was all I gave you."

I stood, the plimsoll dangling uselessly from my hand, my mouth open wide enough to catch double decker buses. What the fuck was happening?

Wendy's lovely bottom, covered by purple slacks tight enough to outline her knickers, seemed to twitch invitingly at me. I stared at it, honestly terrified. I'd certainly smacked enough bottoms in the Sixth Form to know what to do, but never that of an adult.
The delicious Miss Harvey from Northen Spanking - no, not a school girl, but an MP. Same difference!

I backed away, repelled as though the delicious flesh was protected by a forcefield radiating out from it. Loosing my footing slightly I backed into a wall, bum first.

The contact stung where Wendy had worked on me with the plimsoll. The pain rocketed me forward, my arm rising high entirely without conscious thought, and I walloped the slipper down with all of my strength, across the highest peaks of Wendy's derriere. She was a tough old bird; she took the blow without reacting.

This stiffened my resolve (amongst other things). Determined to get a reaction I smacked the shoe in a side arm motion across her left buttock; not pausing I repeated the action across the right one. Wendy sighed.

I paused, and Wendy turned her head towards me.

"Had enough?" She asked

"No, no! You said six." I gulped out, almost falling over my words in my eagerness.

Wendy chuckled, a wide smile splitting her rounded face. "Okay then."

This time I placed the plimsoll against the fleshiest part of her butt, and, my aim confirmed, I thumped in a volley of three resounding spanks.

"Wow!" gasped Wendy, through tightened lips. Straightening I was pleased to see her hand steal around behind her, and start rubbing. She remained in place for a moment, regarding me with deep eyes; far below the surface there was a twinkle of something I couldn't quite make out.

Pouty Mischa from Punished Brats (and Pixie, of course)
"Okay then. Conversation time. Sit down." And the lesson continued, with no further mention of what had happened.

The next Wednesday afternoon I skipped happily to my German lesson, anticipating all sorts of delights, none of which materialised. Despite my fondest hopes there was never any recurrence of that afternoon, and, on the one occasion a girl was sent to her for punishment, Wendy made me leave the office whilst she administered it.

This is all oh so long ago now. Wendy died horribly early at the age of 42, from breast cancer. It turned out that she was a lesbian who had been living in a stable and loving relationship with a girl she met at University; they had kept their love entirely secret until after Wendy's death. I'm glad that such subterfuge would no longer be necessary but, at the time, Wendy would certainly never have progressed in her career had it been known.

I've never understood what sparked her actions that afternoon; I think perhaps she spanked me in anger without thinking it through, and then her sense of fairness compelled her to let me get my own back.

That may be the answer, but I find it hard to believe. I am sure it was nothing of a sexual nature; I certainly wasn't her type! Given the teacher/pupil relationship that can only be a good thing.

As I said at the top of the page, most of you won't believe any of this anyway, and fair enough. I've put up a little poll about it, should you be so moved.

There are a couple more stories about my school that I could tell you; they may come out yet.

All the best

Tim

Pictures are sources as marked; somehow school girl spankings seemed appropriate!



Wednesday 24 October 2012

Thank you Bonnie

I was going to post this week, but I was just checking a couple of things and I saw this.

I'd just like to add my thanks to those of all of the many bloggers that Bonnie has helped launch on their way with her wonderful blog.

All the best, and many more posts to you, my friend.

Best wishes

Tim

Thursday 18 October 2012

Favourite Freebies

And, before we begin, to any American readers, yes, that is the correct way to spell favourite; it's called English because we invented it, damnit. It's our language, and therefore we are right, and you are the other thing (wrong, of course!).

But seriously (now that I've alienated about half of my regular readers) I don't care how you spell it. Although if I know you are in the UK and you don't spell it that way, I'll still be pissed off.

I'm clearly deeply conflicted over this desperately important issue.

Tell you what though, rather than devoting this entire post to it, how about if I just point you at a few of my favourite sites that don't cost you anything? Good plan, eh?

To be fair, most of these will be familiar to most of you, I guess, but as I usually review paysites I thought it might be a nice change of focus. And I do look at them all daily.

So, in approximately alphabetical order:-

1. Chross - well, of course. If you need this one explained then the spanking internet is probably a new experience for you. Just check it out - a daily delight.
Recent picture from Chross - Beyonce gets slapped

2. More Than it Hurts Me - a Tumblr picture blog, which has a number of new photos pretty much every day, and the odd video too. Most of the pictures are new to me, although a few are recognisably from paysites. Good clean fun though
A recent update to More Than it Hurts Me

3. Sculacciate Spanking Italy Gallery - I love spanking cartoons and comics, and this site has more of them than any other I've seen. They are well organised into a number of galleries, and there's lots to explore. Two slight warnings; they make no distinction regarding the sex or age of who is being spanked, and updates can be sporadic.
A recent comic strip spanking from Sculacciate

4. The Spanking Spot - the best site to round up what is happening on the video paysites, with frequent (although not quite daily) updates, and a wealth of wonderful pictures. Brushstrokes (who runs the site) has an idiosyncratic way of looking at the world, which you may not always agree with, but he uses a light-hearted style, and you can appreciate the video captures without reading his words of wisdom, if you wish.
What you get at the Spanking Spot (originally from Dallas Spanks Hard)

5. The Spank Statement - a wonderful blog that centres on mainstream spanking, and is a great media resource. Created by Valdor, it is only updated when there is something genuinely worth while to add, which means sometimes you get new stuff every day, and occasionally it's a couple of weeks between posts.
From the Spank Statement - mainstream shot

6. Spanking Tube - last and certainly not least, a great source for free spanking videos. Lots of video producers use the site to advertise their products,  so there are any number of short clips, which can be fun but a bit frustrating. Members also post their own amateur products too. There's always something new to see, well, if one clip doesn't take your fancy, there's always another one right next to it!
Just the logo, as I don't want to mess about uploading a video

So there you have it; these aren't the only sites I look at each day, but they are the ones that I go back to again and again, and that don't cost me anything. This is always a good thing!

Please check them out; all of them are worth your time.

All the best

Tim

Wednesday 17 October 2012

Just a fashion statement? Kink versus obsession in the real world

Well, that's the title of my doctoral thesis; I'm seeking a Phd in Spanking Studies, and, as you might guess, I've done a lot of the practical research.

Anyway, to the topic at hand; let's slap this baby and start her up (quote courtesy of "Mangled and Mixed Metaphors for Beginners").

There is a general view amongst our little community that spanking is going mainstream; it's becoming more generally accepted by society as a whole, and references to it are blossoming in popular culture. As an offshoot of this there seems to be an orchard of minor celebrities falling over themselves to claim an interest in being spanked.

They are mainly C List fading from view women, whom, let's be honest, we wouldn't give a fig about if they hadn't expressed an interest in our interest.

Let's face it; spanking is an easy kink to claim. There's no heavy equipment, no inconvenient rope burns and, unless you wear exceedingly skimpy clothes, no markings that the public can check out to authenticate a session has been endured.






Anyone can say they like to be spanked (and, so far as I can see, that is generally the claim - I haven't come across a whole host of stars declaring that they like to spank); it's not practically possible to prove this is a lie. Well, I suppose that you could accost one of them in public, and, throwing them over your knee, administer a firm paddling. Of course, failure to writhe with pleasure wouldn't really mean that they weren't a spanko.

I don't suggest that you try this out. Although I would like to see it.

I am a self-confessed spanko. My interest in spanking is not a casual one. I think of spanking multiple times each day. I fantasise about spanking. I anticipate spanking, with a quite pathological eagerness.

I am a heterosexual male. The world of porn was created for me. However the only porn that arouses me on a regular basis is spanking based. In fact it could be that I'm a bit of a prude. I certainly shy away from spanking sites that link TTWD with sexual acts, despite this being a commonplace in my own bedroom.

Of course, I could just be massively fucked up. Others have suggested as much. Not doctors, or anything. Just casual acquaintances.

At this point it's probably fair to note that I do have a somewhat obsessive personality; I do have a history of huge passions, of pursuing an interest far beyond what many might consider a reasonable length. Shit. That makes me sound like a stalker. It's okay though; I don't attach to people.

Spanking is an obsession for me.

If you go the length of reading these blog things, I guess it probably is to you too.

Spanking is, at this point in time, integral to my existence. It informs how I look at the World. It shapes my opinions and desires.

Having said all of that, I know that there are readers out there who have a far more dedicated relationship with spanking than I do. Some of you live a spanking lifestyle.

I've put a new poll up; most of you will ignore it, but, for those who are willing to join in, I'd love to know how deep your interest in spanking is.

All the best

Tim

All pictures are courtesy of the spanktastic Real Spankings website - a full review of which will follow in the next week or so.


Tuesday 16 October 2012

The wonderful world of wanking

Firm Hand Spanking
Ooh! Can I get away with calling a post that? Is it just a little too risque, or just too damn crude? What do you think? Should I edit it back to something more subtle?

How about "Terrific Tales of Todger Tugging"? No? "Personal pleas for penis-driven pleasure"? Not that one either, eh? Something less obvious? "Self-induced Stiffies"? "Onanism and me"?

Ah fuck it. Let's stick with crude. This ain't one for the kiddies, guys.

I've hinted around this subject before. Oh, let's be honest. I've done more than hinted.

Spanking is a sexual pleasure. I get turned on spanking, watching others spank, reading about spankings, listening to spanking noises and being spanked, Oh, and anticipating all of the above.

I'm sure that you can spot the common thread here. I'll point it out, just in case. It's spanking. Yes, really, no joking. I'm turned on by spanking.
Triple AAA Spanking

I don't think it's too much of a stretch to suppose that, unless you've ended up here following some obscure trail on an iffy search engine, you are turned on by spanking as well.

Now, I'm sure you're all aware of the physiological and psychological changes that result from arousal. There's a very complete analysis of them on Wikipedia, should you feel a desperate urge to ensure that you're not missing out on any of them.

Are you back now? Sitting comfortably? Apart from the odd guilty look over your shoulder, of course.

Then I'll get on with it.
Firm Hand Spanking

As a man, one of the primary physical effects of arousal is that my penis becomes erect. One of the primary psychological effects is that I want to ejaculate.

Everyone still with me? Good. That's the science bit over with.

The two effects mentioned above often converge; that is, I have a wank.

Now, I have two primary sources of spanking stimulation. One is physical interaction with my wife, and this tends to lead to sex, rather than masturbation. Although sometimes a little mutual manipulation can be fun (I bought my wife her first vibrator for her recent birthday (and yes, we are sexually repressed over here, in my generation) and we've enjoyed experimenting with it quite a lot).

The other source is the internet, and, more particularly, spanking videos. I have collected in excess of 2000 of these (and I don't for a minute think that represents any kind of record); there's something there for every occasion, and I vary the sets that I investigate quite frequently. They're on a couple of external hard drives, so, I plug and play, and then play. Chuckle.
Abby's Spanking

20 minutes or so of spanking fun generally leads to a bit of stiffy-spurting. We go through a lot of kitchen roll, and it's just about the only paper product that we don't recycle. For obvious reasons. (I certainly wouldn't want the job of collecting it!).

All this is well and good, and happens in the privacy of my own home.

Matters become more complicated when we move beyond my domestic environment. And, ehw, no, I'm not wandering the streets looking for arousing opportunities.
Spanked in Uniform

I missed out a third source of spanking fun that I've utilised a handful of times (wait, is that an inappropriate pun? Whoops!); professional switches.

Most of these tend to advertise themselves as spankees, over here in the UK, but very few aren't willing to switch and hand out a good spanking, if asked politely.

Anyway, sessions equal spanking, and spanking equals my pal Leopold rearing his (somewhat) ugly head; oh, and don't ask about the name, which my wife gave it after a gun in an Agatha Christie story early in our relationship - I'll just say that it was a repeater, and leave it at that.

I know that things are different with escorts, but spankees all advertise that no sexual services are provided, which is entirely fine. I'm not looking for sex (I have a wife that I love for that), just some fun spanking.

However, at the end of a session, sometimes I'd quite like to clear out my tubes; I'm okay with sitting on a sore bottom, and nursing a worn out palm, but I'd like to feel comfortable in the front of my trousers, at least.
Dreams of Spanking

Most switches are not happy for you to do this; I don't mean actually in front of them either. All of the places I've sessioned at have bathrooms; it wouldn't take me five minutes after an hour of spanking to satisfy that urge.
Northern Spanking

I was looking through the entries on Spankeefinder the other day (and I do recommend that as a pleasant way to pass a quiet hour or so), and I came across a lovely looking and fun sounding switch based in Manchester. Now, this is pretty much outside of my geographical range, especially as I can find a wide variety of ladies much closer to home, but still I like to imagine.

She has a really nice website, and lots of information about what she provides and expects. One of these is that you will not self-relieve on her premises. Fair enough. Her house, and all that. The reason given though struck me as odd.

This is a quote:-

"Nor do I accept masturbation on my premises and I will be nothing short of insulted if asked. Would you ask your Head Mistress that? Exactly."

Punished Brats
I'll leave that one alone for now, mainly because I have somewhere else I want to take you. Let us briefly visit The British Caning Society.

This isn't one of my regular hangouts; I've never been caned, or used one (although I think I may be growing interested in giving it a go, at a very gentle level). I haven't looked around extensively, but the forum entries I've read suggest that most of the participants like to be beaten rather than to top.

I have no problem with that. To each his/her/their own.

On the Forum there is a thread called CP Sessions and Arousal Rules, in which a relative newby asks for the experiences of his fellows with regard to tossing off after being beaten.

Inevitably dominas go by the same rules as spankees; no sex, and no suggestion that it would ever be available. However, the reports provided suggest that many, if it's discussed in advance, will allow self relief.

Punished Brats
I'll leave aside the whole issue of how much you can control arousal (and I don't doubt that, with the proximity of bodies when spanking OTK in particular, accidents must happen, even if this is only seepage rather than spurtings), but the whole issue raises a slightly tricky question.

Is spanking a spanko, or allowing him/her to spank you, effectively providing a sexual service?

I'd say no, personally, if only because spanking works for me on more levels than just the sexual (although that is clearly the most obvious). The Law clearly agrees. I suppose that you could consider it as equivalent to a good massage.

The other reason to say no is that, if you say yes, then professional spankees/switches/tops are effectively prostitutes, and I do not think that is the case in the slightest. For a start, most professionals get off on the spanking themselves, and I'm morally sure that isn't generally the case with prostitution.

So, to be plain. Professionals are not prostitutes. I do not wish anyone to infer that I am saying that they are. Black and white, clear as day. They are much more akin to massage therapists. Who really enjoy their work! And why shouldn't they? We do.
Spank That Brat

I don't go home from a spanking session frustrated that I haven't been unable to unload. I have a certain amount of self control, and the memories of a good session will give me spanking self satisfaction for weeks; in fact that first time back home may well be more intense for the delay in gratification.

It's just that, well, I'm paying for a service; the customer is always right, and I'm certainly not asking my spanking partner to be involved in my moment of satisfaction. In fact, I'm a bit shy, and I'd hate that. I suspect that I might not even be able to finish, in the presence of a relative stranger.

I could pop into the bathroom, use a tissue, flush it down the loo, and squirt some air freshener. There. Done. No fuss, no muss, no waiting or frustration.
Dunno, just like her expression. And bottom

Still, I can't see myself ever raising this with a spankee; while I'm happy to spell out complex (sometimes) scenarios in my emails, or even over the phone, I couldn't bring this up. Fundamentally I'm happy with the situation; this is just kind of a, oh, you know, thingie. A fantasy maybe.

Which I guess means that this whole post has been kind of a prolonged wank.

All the best

Tim


The pictures are just random spanking shots that do that arousal thing; I've added a note of where each comes from to the images.

Oh, and as you've read this far, I have one final filthy thought. Does wanking describe only male masturbation? I think it relates to the (ahem) action, which would suggest that it does. What do you think?




Sunday 14 October 2012

Spanking Around the World

I really feel a strong urge to write alternate lyrics to John Fogerty's "Rockin' All Over the World", at this point. But maybe not - I won't inflict that on you, as I'm a big fan of punishment being fun.

Anyway, back to the subject in hand. Or, at least, the introduction to the subject.

I was looking at my blog's stats, and, in particular, the location of my audience. It made me think a bit.

So firstly, a little light number work (now don't switch off, even though there won't be a test on this stuff later;  just breeze on through, because there really is a reason for this - honest!).

My most recent audience location figures are as follows:-

US & Canada          46%
UK                          25%
France/Germany      19%
The Rest                  10%

The Rest includes other European countries (principally Italy), some Scandanavian readers, Russians and a few in the East (Hong Kong, Korea, Japan and Saudi Arabia).

I'm certainly not surprised by the predominance of English speaking countries represented here; after all, I write in English, and I'm based in the UK. I am a little surprised by the number of French and German fans though.

All of this prompted another thought (two in a day - things are looking up!).

I'm a big fan of the spanking internet, as you may have guessed. I spend (or at least have spent) masses of time on various paysites, gazzillions of hours on any number of free sites (and I promise a post about some of those shortly), too much time to mention on my fellow bloggers sites, and a distressing collection of hours and days searching various engines for something I haven't seen before.

Of course, when I search, I do so in English.


We all know the vast number of wonderful UK and US based spanking sites; I've reviewed a good number of them here, and hope to shortly a review a couple more that I've previously not gotten around to. I'd suggest that, in most cases, most of us know which are English and which are American (although I was surprised to learn that Firm Hand Spanking has an English proprietor).

How many good sites can you name from anywhere else in the world?

I have a few; Hand-Spanking,com and Cutie-Spankee from Japan, Mike the Dutchman's Real Life Spanking and Spanking in Uniform, and, of course, the inimitable and indispensable Chross.

Clearly I know of these sites because they are published in English, and, therefore, when I search "spanking" they appear high on very many searches.

I need a little help here, from any non-English speakers out there; are there a mass of brilliant spanking sites that don't use English as a primary language that I'm missing out on? I admit that spanking videos that I don't understand might not be quite as effective, but I could muddle through. A flat palm smacking a bare bottom are fairly universal, I would think.


I did try a search for "nalgada", as the only non-English word relating to spanking that I'm pretty confident of, and mainly I just got a lot of links to Youtube videos, many of which I had seen before.

So, what words should I seach? What sites should I visit? Are some of you jealously hoarding a wonderful spanking reserve that many of us could enjoy?

Please leave any information that you can in the comments section below; you could really be doing a favour for a lot of your fellow spanking enthusiasts.

All the best

Tim

Pictures are of classic mainstream spankings; all are copied from Chross, as I've been working through his new database this week - check it out, it's truly inspirational.