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Today’s post comes to you from Vanillaland, to make you chuckle!

As many of you are probably aware, Dan Savage does a wonderful sex advice column. This week’s topic was right up our alley (us pervs who live up Kinky Alley, that is!) but it all comes about because vanilla people can get easily confused about those things which we spend all our time thinking!

I’m stumped, Dan. In the novel Fifty Shades of Grey, which has been the subject of much discussion due to its controversial subject matter (a young woman gets involved in a BDSM relationship), the term “canning” is used numerous times. Despite my best efforts, I cannot find a definition for this practice. Who else can I turn to but you?

Confused And Naive, New Era Definition

It’s not canning (“a method of preserving food in which the food contents are processed and sealed in an airtight container”), it’s caning (“a form of corporal punishment consisting of a number of hits with a single cane usually made of rattan”).

I don’t know if the author of Fifty Shades of Grey dropped that extra “n” in there, CANNED, or if you did. But here’s hoping that millions of women all over the world aren’t fantasizing about having themselves canned by kinky billionaires. A person can survive—a person can even enjoy—a good thrashing. But being sealed in an airtight container? Not so much.
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I was looking over the site stats before I did today’s post, and I noticed that more people come here looking for “bottle green knickers” than they do for “blue knickers”. Which means that I really have to do more shoots wearing bottle green regulation knickers — not a problem, because Mr Defeu and I have plenty of them. The main problem is finding the time to do shoots! (Actually, I don’t have any grey knicks. Something must be done about that, because I think those are the sexiest — to me!)

There were some other search terms that should decidedly make more appearance on this blog, preferably in photographic or video form!

• Victorian spanking horse
• caned over the desk
• erotic leather glove

I really want to be spanked more by tops wearing leather gloves! I just think that is so, well, um, as the search term would have, erotic! Leather gloves add an air of elegant menace that I find sexy down to the core.

But, you’re all really here for the pictures, aren’t you? I’ll stop burbling and let you get to those, then!

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As you may have noticed, there was a period of time there where I wasn’t able to update this blog. I’m happy that’s all done, now, and I can be back in the happy spankosphere!

In the time in which I was unavoidably detained, a whole bunch of spanking videos of me came out, and now I have to try and catch up with them all! (Oh, terrible!)

Today we look at one of my favourites! It’s from the ever-wonderful Northern Spanking Institute, and it’s a fabulous story, right like it’s from an old spanking magazine like Janus or Blushes. (There is a high-definition video, but I’ll just include the stills in this post.)

I am a track coach, and Irelynn is my student. Stephen Lewis is one of the judges, and he comes to tell us that Irelynn has cheated in race she just ran. (By taking the bus – a ridiculous but fun to act detail!) And Mr Lewis thinks that I, as Irelynn’s coach, have been a bad influence on her, so it’s not just Irelynn who has to be punished, but me as well! So unfair, since how could I ever be a bad influence?! Anyway, that’s all you really need of plot, now just look at the pictures, which will especially excite those who admire blue regulation gym knickers!
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(Irelynn, Stephen Lewis, and me at Northern Spanking Institute)

This story was shared with me be a local spanko (if you’re on FetLife, he’s Irishguy30, and he’s very nice!) and I enjoyed it so much that I asked him if I could share it with you lot. Enjoy!

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Laura rubbed her stinging thighs and kneaded her burning bottom with her nose pushed firmly into the corner of the kitchen.

Tears dampened her face but her crying was drawing to a close. The pain wasn’t so severe. All she was left with now was the humiliation. She knew that behind her, her sister’s boyfriend would be enjoying every inch of her naked rump and she cursed herself for allowing this intolerable situation to develop.

It wasn’t the first time she had suffered similar indignation in front of house guests and she wondered how she could have been so stupid. At 17 years of age she felt she should be able to conduct herself with dignity and earn the respect of her older sister’s friends and lovers, instead of providing them with the unexpected thrill of watching her get her bottom exposed for a thrashing.

She shut her eyes and tried to block out the humiliation, bringing her hands to her face to brush away the last of her tears.

Paul, who had met Laura’s sister Jane at a club the previous week and was here for their first date, was in a state of near shock.

He had arrived at the house 15 minutes earlier to be told by a young boy, who he presumed was Jane’s brother, that she was still getting ready and that he was to wait in the kitchen. When he entered, he heard a heated exchange coming from the adjoining room.

Two female voices, one distinctly younger than the other, were rising to a ruckus. He sat at the kitchen table, a little embarrassed at overhearing a family row in progress. Suddenly, the door burst open and a beautiful blonde girl was dragged by her youthful mother to the kitchen table.

She didn’t even stop to acknowledge her guest before ordering the girl to bend over the table.
If the mother had failed to notice him, the girl was certainly aware if his presence and she immediately protested: “No mummy, not now. Look, we have a guest. Please not now. Wait until later.”

But the determined woman had already retrieved the wooden spoon from the drawer and turned on her daughter. “You do as I say immediately or your father will deal with you later, and it will be in the garden for the whole street to see.”

With a defeated look, the stunning blonde teenager faced the table, just two feet from Paul, and bent over. Her plaid school skirt came riding up to mid-thigh before her mother ordered: “Raise your skirt and drop your panties.”
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After yesterday’s post of Irelynn and me, I wanted to share two more images from that fun and sexy video.

I love these shots from Northern Spanking Institute because they remind me of the best sort of shots from Janus magazine.

The mindset of the coach character I am playing in this video would have been really humiliated to be punished in front of her student. To have her gym shorts pulled down and be spanked and caned just like the guilty schoolgirl would be the worst sort of punishment! I love the psychological aspect of the video. It could have just been a silly video, but we turned it into something more, something really hot!