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There will finally be a spanking party in the San Francisco Bay Area!

That is … I’m doing it! And, uh, it’s in 11 days. Eeeep!

I’ve written all about it over at the SF-CP website (yes, “San Francisco Corporal Punishment” – I wanted to be inclusive!) so I won’t repeat myself over here. But I will say that the wonderful people at ShadowLane and Florida Moonshine have been wonderful with their help and support, as well as a number of spanko friends who are stepping up and saving my arse (presumably so it can later be spanked, of course!)

And I’ve just finalized the plans today to have a school role-play scene at the event, with a schoolmaster and secretary teaching and disciplining the students. (Whom, I assume, are all going to be some level of naughty!)

Here is the flyer for the event. Yes, that’s my bottom on the right.

I’d love if you could make it to the party. But if you can’t, I’ll just take all the good luck and “You’ll do fine” comments I can get!
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Oooh! I just noticed Fireman Chris has linked to the party! Thanks Chris!

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Last week I posted a video of spanking in vintage DC comics. There were some hot ones of girls being spanked both by the bad guys and the good guys, but most of the pictures were of Superboy getting put over the knee. However, the spankers who try to discipline Superboy find it’s more trouble than it’s worth – they’ll break their hands long before he even says, “Ouch!”

My friend Bill points out in a comment, “Doesn’t it kind of defeat the purpose of a spanking if you can’t feel it?”

Well, this got me thinking so much it’s become its own post! (Bill’s comments often do that.)

When I saw this video, I thought of the kids who have filled through those comic book pages, and thrilled to the sight of a spanking, as I would have done. (Erm, still do!)

So, coming at this from a kid’s perspective, there are two things to consider.

It was a common idea among children to stuff something into their knickers before a spanking which would take some of the sting out of it. It could be something soft that creates padding (an excellent example of this from the film Melody), or I remember a great Heinlein quote from To Sail beyond the Sunset

“…and if I hear just once more that you have lost your temper,
then when your mother sends you to discuss the matter with me, you had
better have your McGuffey’s Reader tucked inside your bloomers.”
“Father, you wouldn’t”
“Just try me, carrot top, just try me. I will enjoy spanking you.”

Superboy’s butt could be seen as the world’s most perfect spanking blocker!

Many kids who were titillated by the idea of spankings were also justifiably scared of them – they were better as fantasy-fodder than real life! So having the Superboy situation was a perfect compromise – the stimulating image of the OTK spanking, but then the safety of knowing that the kid in the image wasn’t feeling any pain.

So far from being counter to the whole notion of spanking, in a way this is just part of the spanking landscape, which is not too peculiar considering that many spankos (at least the ones receiving the spanking!) have a love/hate relationship with it!

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The wonderful author Wilbur Smith often has references to spanking in his Egyptian Series — pretty much any time there is someone growing up in them they get threatened with a good thwacking as needed. Here are some examples:

“Get on with it, Taita. You are teasing me now. I order you to tell me this very minute or, or,” she groped for a threat to coerce me, “or I shall beat you again.”

“Answer me straight or I will whip your insolent backside, you little baggage.” I had done so before, so she relented and muttered sulkily…”

Tanus lifted the whip on high, and then brought it down in a full-armed stroke with all his weight behind it. He laid a purple welt as fat as my forefinger across Shufti’s back. So intense was the pain of it that the bandit’s entire body convulsed and the air hissed out of his lungs, so that he could not scream. Tanus lifted the lash and then meticulously laid another ridged welt exactly parallel to the first, almost but not quite touching it. This time Shufti filled his lungs and let out a hoarse bellow, like a buffalo bull caught in a pitfall. Tanus ignored his struggles and outraged roars and worked on assiduously, laying on the strokes as though he were weaving a carpet.
When at last he was done, his victims legs, buttocks and back were latticed with the fiery weals. Not one of the blows had overlaid another. The skin was intact and not a drop of blood had spilled out, but Shufti was not longer wriggling or screaming. He lay with his face in the dirt….

These are just a few from River God: A Novel of Ancient Egypt. There are lots more examples in this and the other books in his Egyptian Series.

I was wandering around Wilbur Smith’s website today, and I found the influence for some of those references:

My old man was a Victorian father and ran a tight ship. He would not hesitate to pull his belt out of the loops of his trousers and give me taste of the buckle end. That was perfectly all right with me. I usually deserved it, and a few shots across my skinny little buttocks was small price to pay for being close to him. To me he was God on earth, and I worshipped him.

For me, that paternal-focused adoration is beautiful — and hot! (Although I myself shudder at the thought of “the buckle end” of a belt – but then, I’m a wimpy American girl who didn’t grow up playing in the African bush, so perhaps more extreme measures were required for young Wilbur?)

This also again underscores a point I’ve brought up often in this blog: that it’s the parental figure/dominant who disciplines who gets the worshipful love of the girl/boy/submissive. As Wilbur says, “To me he was God on earth, and I worshipped him.” That’s how I feel about my Master, so I understand it completely. And notice that he brings up his adulation of his father in context of discipline? My point is so proved!

Amusingly, he brings up something else I recently discussed (albeit on The Punishment Book blog):

My father felt that my obsession with books was unnatural and unhealthy. I was forced to become a secret reader. I spent so much time in the outhouse long-drop latrine, where I kept a cache of my favourite books, that my father ordered my mother to administer regular and copious doses of castor oil.

More CP comes in when he was off at boarding school:

Then I received my first caning; three strokes across the backside with a light cane for the heinous crime of talking after ‘lights out’ in the dormitory. My father would never have been so unjust.

Later:

I moved on to senior school, Michaelhouse; AKA St Michael’s academy for young gentlemen. This was a manifest misnomer as there was not a single gentleman amongst us. Here it was very much the same thing all over again, except much worse. The food was awful and the beatings heavier and more frequent.

However, all you school uniform aficionados will be saddened that he wasn’t much impressed with girls in school uniforms:

After four years of durance and misery …. Paradise opened before me, for here there were girls who did not wear gym slips and walk to church in crocodile formation.

This post connects so many things for me. I am re-reading all of these books of course, because of the whole Crook and Flail thing. It also makes me think of the post I did on The Happy Valley caning scenes. But most importantly, this post from 2007, wherein I discuss the basis for our Master/slave relationship, and my growth as a submissive. Re-reading that post was really fascinating to me — in so many ways I’m disappointed that I’ve not grown more as a person since then, but I am quietly satisfied that I have continued learning how to trust and let go — how to be less immediate in needing to have things go my way, more able to accept things being out of my control — all the things that not only make a better submissive, but in general a happier, more contented person!

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Kink.com has a new project — The Upper Floor: kinky reality porn, “an Edwardian Great House where servants are sexually disciplined” — that might generally be a little too BDSM-y for dedicated spankos, but which does involve discipline and lots of caning, which I think most of us can get behind! (As it were!)

Here are some of the offerings. Their offered text to use for promo is so amusing that I will use some for captions…

The House Demands Obedience

Raise a Glass to a Household Full of Obedient Ass

A Household Where the Privileged Stand Tall & the Slaves are Always on Their Knees

The thing that makes The Upper Floor a bit different from other sites is that they have exotic parties and multiple weekly shows that are streamed live. And once they are over, they are available to watch any time. And I have a number of friends who are showing up there, which probably doesn’t mean much to you, but it’s fun for me to say, “Oh look, there’s Maggie!” as I watch the broadcasts.

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I’ve been away from this blog too much recently, a combination of travel, holidays, and some poor health, and it’s been taking me forever to catch up with my friends in the spankosphere. But the fault is not mine! So many blogs have been pouring out really brilliant stuff recently.

First up, The Mystery Minx just posted a very intimate look at her early desires for school uniforms. Since she doesn’t post much, one needs to savour every post we get out of her! Go tell her she needs to post more!

Next, I’m totally jealous of Adele Haze, who did a kinky 12 Days of Christmas. That’s just the hottest thing ever. (And, unlike Leia-Ann Woods, I am still a “a spanking virgin of 2010” so when I say I’m jealous, I really mean it!)

Spankingblog.com posted the coolest Krampus picture as his Christmas gift to us this year. Thanks!

Kami did a scene with HH which gave her the wondrous revelation about herself as a spanko. While I personally would like to be left alone while I exercise (it hurts enough, thankyouverymuch, and when I work out I’m just focused on moving my body correctly or if it’s yoga, maintaining proper alignment, so I don’t need painful distractions) I agree with Kami that yes, everyone wants to see girls in gym shorts take a caning. At least my Master does, and his tastes have not just rubbed off on mine — completely supplanted (or at least modified) most of my fantasies.

EmmaJane visited a very dark fantasy recently. It really worked for me! (Although if you have abuse issues, I don’t recommend you try it – it’s all-too well-written.)

And The Spanking Writers always set a high standard, but even they have been sharing the most brilliant stuff recently. The pencil between the teeth story, for one, and a Christmas spanking, and then … well, I was totally bowled over when they honoured me with “Hottest Kinky Blog” in their The 2009 Spanking Writers Awards. I still haven’t thanked them properly, and honestly I don’t really know how – it means so much to me!

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