Cool cover on this retro American spank mag.
Friday, 5 February 2016
Thursday, 4 February 2016
It was Friday night and Mr and Mrs Smith were preparing for their weekly ritual of settling all recorded misdemeanors from the house punishment book.
Mr Smith looked down the list. "A very naughty week, dear wife. Backchat, willfulness, stubbornness and a whole lot of forgetfulness. How ever shall I deal with your bottom to compensate for all those displays of a brattish spouse?"
Mrs Smith stepped out of her skirts and pouted at her husband who had rolled up his sleeves and was looking at her with a mixture of admiration and determination for he knew she would try and wriggle and plead her way out of her weekly thrashing. "Not the cane, Sir!" she begged. "Last weeks dozen had me only able to stand for the whole weekend. Something a little less severe would be most appreciated!"
Her husband merely murmured and turned to the coat rack next to the door where a long leather saddle strap hung down menacingly. His favourite for he knew his wife could take a full swing across her broad backside and be able to stand still for the full score. The strap it was!
His wife watched wide eyed as he took the strap and wrapped one end around his fist. He indicated her attire. She gave a pout and bent over to remove her white bloomers before he made her bend over the kitchen table...
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
Sunday, 31 January 2016
Saturday, 30 January 2016
Friday, 29 January 2016
Here's a story for you; I ordered a couple of back issues of this American classic spanking magazine back in about 1999 and I was so flipping scared the wife would get to the mail first when I figured the parcel was due from the USA, I used to stand at the top of the stairs looking out of my landing window with a pair of binoculars so I could see the postman coming up the bottom of my street. Once spotted, I would run down the stairs like my arse was on fire, grab my coat, tell the missus I was going to the newsagent for the paper and then go and intercept the postie before he could deliver our morning mail. "Anything for number 13, mate?" I'd ask him. If there was I'd then use said bought newspaper to hide the parcel, sneak it into the house and go and hide it until the missus went out. Those were the days!