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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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(This picture is not really related, it just looked like something that belongs in a kinky spy novel…)
From: Sexandsubmission.com

I was just reading The Eiger Sanction by Trevanian, and a number of spanking quotes popped up. I had always sort of passively avoided thrillers and mystery novels, but I’m sharing bookcases with a man who delights in them, and I can’t help reading anything that lies still long enough. My rewards have been the amount of times spanking is alluded to in these popular fiction books. Which does make me wonder what the masses of “normal” people who read these books get up to in the privacy of their own bedrooms….

This book for instance, sold well over a million copies, and a Clint Eastwood movie. (Sadly, I don’t think the spanking made its way into the film — a pity, since we have so much footage of John Wayne spanking girls, it would be brilliant to have ol’ Clint bringing his leathered hand down on some soft round bottom….)

But let’s get to the spankings that the characters in this novel so desperately need.

“Oh no,” he croaked, what the hell are you doing, Cherry?”

“Good morning, Jonathan,” she said cheerily, “Did that tickle?”

Cherry, dressed in only her tennis shorts, slipped under the sheet with him, her lips touching his ear. “Nibble, nibble, nibble,” she said, and did.

“Go away,” he muffled into his pillow. If you don’t leave me alone, I’ll…” He could think of no appropriate punishment, so he groaned.

“What will you do?” she asked brightly. “Rape me? You know, I’ve been thinking about rape a lot lately. It’s not a good thing because it doesn’t give the couple a chance to communicate on an interhuman level. But it has one advantage over masturbation. It isn’t so lonely. You know what I mean? Well, if you’re bent on raping me, I guess I’ll have to take it like a woman.” And she spun over and threw her legs and arms out, like St. Andrews crucified.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Cherry! I ought to spank your ass.”

She was instantly up on one elbow, speaking with serious concern. “I never suspected you were a sadist, Jonathan. But I guess it’s the duty of the woman in love to satisfy the sexual peculiarities of her man.”

“You’re not a woman in love. You’re a woman in heat.”

So, clearly, Cherry (who happens to be a virgin, haha) needs a spanking. But she’s not the only one!

“You have not said twenty words all night Do we disinterest you so much?”

“Not at all. I simply haven’t had anything pertinent or amusing to say.”

“And that prevented you from speaking?” Karl laughed heartily, how un-American!”

Jonathan smiled at him, thinking how terribly in need of a spanking he was. A trait of the Germans — a nation in need of a spanking.

Excellent, some male-on-male action! And this is popular literature? Who knew I was missing so much perversion?!

The book is really quite well written (the author has been compared to ) and full of amusing little jokes, like characters named “Miss Randy Nickers” and “Miss Anna Bidet.” An amusing snippet of discussion: “Let’s call off the climb. We’ll tell ‘em you’re sick or something. Trouble with hemorrhoids, maybe.” “My Achillles anus? No way, Ben. Forget it.”

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While my friend Kaya seems to find all the drama on FetLife (of course, she’s looking for it!), I usually see another side of it. I’ve published one spanking story from there before, and now a scene friend has sent me a lovely story from his life as a spanker.

When in college, I dated a delightful, outgoing woman from a Catholic women’s college who was very strong-willed. She always wore panty girdles, probably because she had a full bottom.

Anyhow, one day she bratted me so thoroughly in front of my room-mates at my apartment that I took her into the kitchen, closed the door, pulled out a chair from the kitchen table, put her over my lap and spanked her skirted and girdled bottom for a long time with just my hand. I thought she would fight me, but instead I was surprised that she got very quiet. I was enjoying myself so I did not stop, but I didn’t escalate the spanking either, just lots of rhythmic spanks probably over at least 15 minutes.

Thirty years later I touched base with her and she said that the spanking got her to a very happy place. I think it was my first time getting a woman to subspace. Probably the heat added to the experience for her, as she said those old girdles had lots of rubber and did not breathe at all, so all the heat from the spanking was trapped.

I just love this story! The stories of discovery and first experiences are were much more poignant before you could get your first spanking at the local dungeon! I know it’s better that people are able to embrace and enjoy their kinks much more freely, but it does make the stories of a perfect spanking moment from days past all the more valuable and heart-warming. (It’s amazing how warming the bottom can warm the heart!)

I promised my friend some pictures of me in a girdle in thanks for his story. Here goes!

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These delicious ladies may not have been just about to be spanked (or caned or strapped or birched!) but it’s not hard to imagine that they are just moments away from the first swat to their beautiful bottoms….

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Yesterday my Master and I went to a wonderful Egyptian exhibit at a local museum. I love all that stuff – hieroglyphics and mummification and animal-headed gods and basically everything about the ancient Egyptians.

One thing that really caught my notice (and I don’t know why it never has before) was the Pharonic crook and flail. Wikipedia says, “The flail is depicted alongside the shepherd’s “crook” as symbols of office for the crowned Egyptian Pharaoh. The flail symbolises the Pharaoh’s role as provider of food for his people and the crook symbolises his role as the shepherd of his people. ”

But really, look at the two items! Do they really look like they are about providing animals and veg to the dinner table of the people? Us CP aficionados know better! The crook-handled cane and the whip have other uses than for sheep and grain. Wikipedia admits, “As with most agricultural tools, flails were often used as weapons by farmers who may have lacked better weapons. The French Revolution was mostly fought with agricultural tools. The flail is proposed as one of the origins of the two-piece baton known in the kobudo weapon system as the nunchaku.”

But that’s taking beyond where the real interest with these items lie. It was indeed the daily use, but not the ostensible daily use … Egypt was a land with a lot of slaves. And corporal punishment was acceptable at all levels of society – from Pharaoh to slave, as long as you could find anyone lower on the food-chain!

So lots of ideas for Ancient Egyptian fantasies are flooding my head. The Pharaoh who takes the crook to his new bride for trying to leave the harem. Or after an unsatisfactory meeting with another ruler who might become friend or foe, the Pharaoh takes his flail to the slave girl who he finds cleaning (substandardly, of course) his private rooms…. Ah, so many possible fantasies….

(Thanks, Eros Blog!)

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