Spanking Photostory: The Grab.

Miss Wendy Willis was new to this spanking lark. So new she wasn't sure how she ended up being spanked in the first place. If you had told her that at 7.48pm the following day - a Wednesday - she would be near naked in her best bra and stockings, bent over with her bare bottom invitingly stuck up and waving about in the air, and about to have that bare bottom strapped with a long leather belt, well, you'd have been on the end of a sharp retort and maybe even a slap on the other cheek for being, well, stark raving bonkers.

And yet here she was. On a first date. Getting her bottom spanked.

Her date stood to her left rolling up his shirt sleeve. It was an immaculately ironed white shirt. "How are you finding it down there?"

She reached up with her left hand to brush back her long hair so she could see what he was up to. When her gaze fell on his leather belt as he drew it slowly from the loops of his black trousers, she began to think seeing what he was up to should be the last thing she should be doing. "I'm  not sure," she replied. "This wasn't the sort of thing I had in mind when I invited you back for coffee."

"Expecting the expected means a lack of imagination. When the expected turns out to be unexpected then the adventure is much more interesting." he said as he let the length of his belt unfurl to her gaze. "Don't you agree?"

Wendy felt the shiver of the unknown clench the pale cheeks of her bottom involuntarily. Her date weaved words and cast spells like no other she had met. An admiring glance and whispered compliment had set forth magic in her mind and devilment in her heart. "You promised me an adventure I would long remember and not regret. That you stand over me like this is answer enough. I'm waiting."

She heard him smile. The moment came. The air whispered. And everything changed.

The grab was a relief. The need to grasp and catch the sting before it became a flaming furnace across the expanse of her wriggling buttocks as each stroke of his belt fell. The grab kept her in place. He would not win the game. She would take whatever he gave and she would remain steadfast. She raised her head for the spanking had stopped. Her unexpected date was about to give her an expected reward.

Bottom Watch 2013: Wet Spanking.

With another spanking it never rains but it pours.

Spanking Photostory: Mrs Prudence and Her Punishment.

In the end it was the decimal point that did it.

"B.. but Mr Wilkes," wailed Mrs Prudence. "I can explain!!"

Neville Wilkes shook his head and tapped the top of the desk with his number 2 cane. A cane all the girls called "Charlie." in whispered conversations in the ladies bathroom. Meeting Charlie was a thing best avoided and pity the poor girl when Mr Wilkes and Charlie were in the same room. "I'm sure you can, Penelope. I expect nothing less than a whale of a tale in the telling. Speaking of tales, best foot forward my girl and best end up right now!" He took a step back and swished Charlie through the air as if presenting a sword. 

Penelope felt her knees go weak and she let out an involuntary squeak as she gathered up her skirt, faced the desk,  and quickly slipped both thumbs into the waistband of her knickers before tugging them down to her black stocking tops. Bending over, she gave her Boss a final imploring look over her left shoulder as he waited for her to stick her fat bottom up. "I didn't mean to make a boob Mr Wilkes, it was only one decimal place!!"

Mr Wilkes raised a lofty brow for that one decimal place was going to earn his secretary a very sore and welted bottom indeed. The caning of Penelope Prudence was firm but fair. Twelve immaculately spaced strokes delivered with a masters touch and the thrill of the punishment. All received with a resounding yell and furious wriggling from a splendid pair of female buttocks. The last stroke made a gate and Neville Wilkes watched as the woman clutched her mottled backside and tried to squeeze the beastly sting away.

Penelope danced around the floor still holding her bottom. "OOOooo, MISTER WILKES!!!!" she gasped as she watched him go to the door and turn the key as he always did.

He came over and put Charlie on the desk. He then stood in front of her with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face. "Now then Penelope, let's say hello to Roger the Todger shall we.."

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If it wasn't for the Spanking.

"No dear, this is the line for the nudist spanking club and no dear, that isn't a stick of rock.."

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Blogging and writing is a pain lately so expect more silly tits and ass jokes until I rediscover my mojo. I think I left it on the number 3 bus or between Mrs Sugden's very firm thighs a while back. In the meantime, fired up my twitter account again so you can all read what a sad strange little life I lead. Musings, rants and updates will be posted there.

Bottom Watch 2013: Polishing the Posterior.

A spanking on table mount. Awesome pleated skirt.

RUDE TOONS Lives!!

Just a short post to say that RUDE TOONS is back online again after a long break. So if you're a fan of naughty xxx cartoons - as I am - then check it out as I'll be posting stuff I like there including some of my favourite spank art. Link is on my YEOWCH Blogs list. Btw, any bloggers with toon/spank blogs reading this would appreciate being added to your blog list. Ta very mooch.

Bottom Watch 2013: Hoops.

"It's dinner time and I'm spanking 'oops!" Gene Hunt 1973.

Along Came Three Clara's

So on some far  dreamy shore I wave tatty bye to a tall, skinny, brusque, red head and say hello to a short, busty, dark haired brunette who would only have to glance at me to turn me into a puddle of wobbly jelly that would fit into a strawberry jam jar. Like the changing of the seasons, men are fickle things regards eye candy muses and I am ficklier than most when it comes to my favourite type of dolly mixture. So long, Amelia Pond. Why hello, Clara Oswald. But not just any Clara. There are three you see. One from the past. One from the future. One from the present. I choose Clara of old if only for the thought of her in tight petticoats, straps, buttons, ties, laces, and bloomers. I now have a new spank obsession for a Saturday night. Any woman who can have a one on one conversation with an ice warrior from Mars and not be afraid of no ghosts is my kind of woman.

In the news: Just ticking the blog over. Fiddling around in the dark with part 3 of BMS. Tough going alas. Googlebot is hanging around again so lying a bit low just in case.  Looks like TWAN and his free hosted Thumblogger network have disappeared. Bit of a bummer as had a few blogs set up there for backlink juice. Other blogs doing good after the new theme updates which is cool. Check 'em out top right if you want to see what's what in the online spanking producers world.

Bottom Watch 2013: Butch and Sundance.

"It'll be the spanking that'll probably kill yer..."