Sunday, 31 January 2016

When God Created Bums...


This lady was first in line.


To Tell or Not To Tell That is the Question.


So you got a new girlfriend. You like her and she likes you.

"I want to know everything about you," she says, "You can tell me anything..."

"Well..............."

DOH!!

Take a Look at These.


Somehow she knows he's a spanking man.

"Here, Mr Brown," suggested Honey to her Boss. "Have a feel of that."

Saturday, 30 January 2016

Meet Archie and Greta. Proud to be Kinky.


Er, hang on. Wait a minute. You're into spanking as well?

God knows what the fire extinguisher is for and what's plugged into the wall socket.

Friday, 29 January 2016

Classic Spank Mags: CP - Ed Lee's Art, Photos and News #55.


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!

Wednesday, 27 January 2016

Classic Spank Mags: The Disciplinarian #9


One of those imported spank mags you hear about but could never find. Oooo, wonder what's inside!

Classic Spank Mags: Spanking Letters #22


A nice cover from one of those spanking magazines that always seemed to disappoint no matter how many damned issues of the thing you bought in the hope of finding something that hit your own personal sweet spot. 

The Moment of Truth.


When you bare your bottom as the stern Mr Fisher introduces you to his leather strap.

Tuesday, 26 January 2016

Spanked Babes: Louise Hodges.


Putting on a show, the lovely Miss Hodges: UK porn star and sometime JANUS spankee.

Monday, 25 January 2016

Settling a Debt with Her Bottom.


"Really, Mr Peacock," complained Sally. " Don't you think this is a bit much for missing a weeks rent?!"

Love at First Bite.


When Harry met Mable little did he realize just how much a sore bottom turned her on.

"Ooooo, 'arry," Mable gasped. "Can I have some more!"

Thursday, 14 January 2016

With Great Responsibility Comes a Damned Good Hiding.


The day Mr Sykes (Physics) gave Felicity Perkins and Nora Parker the cane in class.

Over their desks, bottoms up and knickers down in front of EVERYBODY!

Tuesday, 12 January 2016

Spanking in the Library.


"YEOWCH!!!!"

"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Classic Spank Mags: SexGames Spanking Magazine Vol2 No3



"Spanking and hot sex action" My kind of spank mag!! Damn, everything just seems so long ago now.

Monday, 11 January 2016

Classic Spank Mags: KANE #25


Carry on Spanking with good old KANE and the wonderful Sue Ellis in her sexy undies. 

The Sound of Spanking.


A crack so loud you just wince thinking about it as your hand strikes.

copyright Kane - I think.

Sunday, 3 January 2016

Erotic Fiction: Her Victorian Bottom Thrashed.

MPORTANT: Read "Her Victorian Bottom Plundered" before this follow up story. Thank you.

HER VICTORIAN BOTTOM THRASHED.
Copyright Yeowch.

Part 1.

For awakened Prudence, the days had been sexually listless for Henry, her husband, was away on business.

The sunlight flickered through the swaying branches of the old oak tree which majestically dominated the farthest reaches of their garden, and which underneath Prudence sat in deepest thought whilst trying to read the Times. Thoughts that unbidden always returned to the past month and the miraculous change in her marriage to her dearest husband. "Dearest husband." she murmured with a smile. Dearest darkest husband. A slight breeze ruffled the pages of the newspaper as she took a sip of lemonade and placed the crystal on the small garden table next to her. Henry had been away a week and Prudence felt every solitary moment with every breath she took.

She was a changed woman. Her husband had changed her on that night a month past. She felt liberated. Unburdened by convention and free of thought; no matter how wanton. And it was her dearest husband who had taken and led her to be so. Her resistance had been born of upbringing and propriety which, in those twilight hours, he had stripped away leaving her a slave not only to his desires but, more importantly, to her own. She closed her eyes and let those desires wash over her in waves of lustful memory. Her lips parted slightly at the memory of his large member that had slipped so sweetly into her mouth, and which had brought forth such delicious agony as it had forced its way up her virgin bottom. The rose blushed.

Never again would she deny her true feelings in the matters of the physical relationship with her husband. The following morning they had lain naked together and talked as if at the beginning of a new journey of discovery, and of their new found understanding of needs to be satisfied. Such was their shared delight they had spent the morning in perpetual coitus that had left them both sated and exhausted. Prudence felt the bud of her bottom hole flutter as the fleeting vision of her naked husband standing over her as he forced his rigid cock into her forbidden fruit as she knelt gasping endearments on their large ruffled double bed. Shivering, Prudence fanned herself and wished that her dearest Henry return home soon.

In the distance, a maid was coming towards her carrying what appeared to be a small parcel in her grasp.

*

In her bedroom, Prudence sat at her dresser, and using a thin paper knife, opened the letter which was addressed to her. She recognised the writing.

It was from her husband.

"Dearest Prudence,

I hope this missive finds you and the children well. I miss you terribly dear heart and I am counting not only the days till my return but the very hours, minutes and seconds. The drudge of commerce is as ever thus and its wheel turns frustratingly slow but the good news is I suspect the outcome is fair and the rewards worthy of the effort afforded. Since my departure, I have had much time to consider recent events between us and at times I feel as if I shall nigh burst with the joy of it all. I feel a new man, Prudence. It is as if I have abandoned a shadow and walked unto a pure light that finally soothes my soul and blesses me with an inner peace. I give untold thanks to be rewarded with your favour and the knowledge that the spirit within you feels the same. I feel quite giddy with the thought that my desires for you are equally, if not more so, matched. Oh joy of joys. I do love you so, Prudence. We are at a time of life when there should be no secrets between man and wife.

The time apart is unbearable at times. To be with you in spirit and body is all that matters. My desire drips with lust at the very thought of our next encounter and the memory of your words "Be understood dearest Henry, thy imagination in the act of seeking pleasure is one I accept with eager anticipation. It is a small sadness that we shall never have the virginity of my orifices to partake again but let us not deny us both their endless pleasures and future possibilities." Fear not my love, for though the tingling sweetness of your mouth, pussy and arse shall be forever well used for as long as we live but I have recently, to my delight, discovered a new adventure which quickens my blood and am sure will find favour with you. I shall not speak of it in this letter but merely draw your attention to the parcel which accompanies this correspondence. It was a thing I came across a week ago in a small booksellers near to where I am staying and on perused sight I had to purchase. I wish you to read it before my return for I intend to follow its guidance and teachings. I warn you Prudence that it is a path which will test you both in body and spirit. It will change our relationship beyond measure and forever bind our love and trust. Be free of mind. Let thy imagination walk abroad. Read the book and await my return with as much anticipation as my own.

With deep love and admiration.

Your husband, Henry."

Prudence put the letter down and picked up the book shaped parcel. Carefully, she broke the wax seal, folded open the brown paper and removed the book. Turning it over, she stared at the title on the plain front cover.

"Oh my..." she gasped.

*


Erotic Fiction: Her Victorian Bottom Plundered.

Been a huge fan of Victorian erotica/fiction ever since the early 1970's when I came across an A5 size 150 page pulp magazine in a back street London antique bookshop featuring various salacious naughty stories from that era. Even more so when I discovered the amazing Pearl magazine in pdf form online. Just something about the way prose was written back then and how descriptive sex was painted for the reader really tickles my fancy. 

Having dabbled in spanking fiction over the years, I thought I'd twiddle my literary knob and have a go at writing this type of erotica with my "Her Victorian Bottom" series. I wrote these back in 2012 and posted them on the Lush Stories website where they won a couple of awards. I'm re-posting them here for fun and safe keeping. "Her Victorian Bottom Plundered" is a straight up, no nonsense, balls to the wall, explicit sex story with "Her Victorian Bottom Thrashed" being a more fun spanking adventure. Read Plundered before Thrashed btw. Hope you enjoy them.

*

HER VICTORIAN BOTTOM PLUNDERED.
Copyright: Yeowch.

In 19th century London, Henry Chambers was a man of note and some means. Left a not inconsiderable estate by his late father, he had speculated wisely in the city and had become a respected authority on the whims and fate of the money markets. Such was his status, his advice was sought from wide and far on all matters related to the pursuit of wealth and financial contentment.

He lived in a resplendent mansion in one of the most fashionable areas of Westminster where he indulged his public passions for art and fine literature. At the age of 50, he considered himself most satisfied with his lot and was able to look upon the years of his life with justifiable pride at his endeavours. His social standing had increased measurably due to his marriage some 20 years previously to Prudence, his dear love, whom he had been introduced to by one of his clients at a New Years Eve gala. Prudence had been the third daughter of the famous Fitzpatrick dynasty who had made their name in the early 1840's as mineral traders and importers. For Henry Chambers it was love at first sight but his attentions had at first been met with a dry indifference by the handsome Miss Prudence who bore her airs and graces with a lofty distain, and it was not without some serious wooing and courtship on his part did he finally win her hand and agree to become his wife.

Three daughters and two decades later, she was still a remarkably attractive filly whose abundant charms had grown even more impressive with age and no man felt as proud as Henry Chambers did with such a jewel on his arm when out socializing in polite respectable society.

To polite society they presented themselves as a loving devoted couple but for Henry, beneath this nods and smiles, he nurtured a deep dark secret that even his dear wife knew nothing about..

*

"Avast wench," said Henry, heroically. "I sense the shiver of lust cursing through thy bones I do. But fear not for I am the one to satisfy the aching of thy hairy damp pit with my trusty weapon. Take it out I say," he bellowed, standing bare-chested with his hands on his hips. "Take out my emboldened cock for it is the deliverer of your salvation and redemption!!"

At his feet, Bessie, his number two scullery maid, clasped her hands together in rapt but pleading forgiveness. At his command, she reached up and began to tug and undo the laces at the front of his breeches.

"Ooo Sir!!" she exclaimed, her exposed bosom quivering in the flickering candle light most impressively. "Have mercy on a mere serving girl Sir for I am naught but a slave to these wanton desires of which I have no sense. Such sinful words are a torment Sir, a TORMENT!!"

"SINFUL?!" snorted Henry. "I shall have you know there is no finer word for a gentleman's member than COCK!!" He thrust his hips forward to impress his point. "What else do you know such a thing by wench?"

Bessie, her curly red hair cascading over her sweet natured face, grunted with frustration as she tugged on her masters entwined laces, her eyes fixed on his obvious arousal beneath the cloth. "For shame Sir, tis innocent I be and only know such sinful names from the station I keep and from those that wallow in the gutter below."

Her face was purple from her efforts until, with a final pull, the laces came free and the front of his breeches sprang open. She gasped despite herself as his bloated deep crimson headed penis slithered and unfurled before her flushed face. Its mass expanding outrageously to reveal a most huge and impressive weapon that had her gasping in high heat and desire. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he stood leering lewdly down. "That Sir," she gasped in wonder. "Is a prick the like of which I have nay seen and a prick that strikes fear into the well of my cunt so it does."

Henry grabbed his lolling cock. "I like prick. The vulgarity of such a nasty word is worthy of an occasion such as this lass. I intend to take this prick of mine and spear and plunge deeply into that juicy cunt that lays waiting between your firm thighs. Do you expect any less, wench?" His right hand was gently stroking his tumescence and the quivers of ecstasy were sweeping from his groin to his toes and back again. At each up stroke his spare skin withered and unfurled with greater abandon as the head of his organ began to leak his pre-spend.

"No Sir," shivered the maid, her face aflame with her heaving lust. "Though my faint heart flutters at the prospect of such a tight pussy as my own being invaded by such a weeping monster I shall bear its sweet agony with resolve and duty."

She reached up and grasped his veined cock in her slim right hand, her fingers barely able to circumvent its pulsing fatness. Her mouth was dry and her desire urged her to taste his meat. "Sir," she said hesitantly as she rubbed the underside of his magnificence with her thumb. "I fear my need is becoming overwhelming and its constant whisper begs that I ask you the favour of feeding your prick into my mouth for me to suck on without shame."

Henry felt his heavy under hanging balls tighten in their hairy sac at the lascivious nature of her words. The thought of his comely maid devouring his outsized cock was one to savour for, alas, twas only under such circumstance as their clandestine meetings whilst his dear wife was away that such a pleasure be upon him.

He frowned inwardly at the merest glimmer of his wife for even though he loved her passionately she was cautiously high strung and the very idea of anything more than straight forward love-making was abhorrent to her whiles. Heaven forbid he so much as suggested she pleasure him with her sweet mouth!!

The frustration he felt at her lack of adventure had lain heavy upon him for all of their marriage. His pursuit of this adventure had found him cast between the firm thighs of his scullery maid who had no such hesitation in joining him in seeking pleasures of the flesh. Indeed, she had suggested and encouraged him on such dark travels that even made him gape at their outrageous landscapes. If only his wife had the merest hint at such mischief and want.

His mind drifted as he considered his dear heart on her knees before him, begging to take his staff between her lips and to suck out his thick creamy spend. The stuff dreams are made of he mused. Egad, he wished for nothing more than to ravish Prudence with eager abandon and have her panting beneath him like a bitch on heat, urging him on to fuck the ripe bulb of her vagina with all his might.

Bessie glanced up as she fisted her Masters Iron rod. His eyes were closed and he swayed slightly in rhythm to the pleasure of her ministrations. She knew that look for he had spoke idly with her after their exertions had ceased about his frustration and regret. Her Mistress was a sore old fish she thought. Blessed with good looks and a fine figure she was to all intents and purpose primrose, stuff and duty with naught in between. Bessie could only imagine her frigid nature in bed. Twas no surprise her employer sought comfort in the arms of another.

His bloated angry cock head was nigh kissing her lips and in that moment she knew it was her duty to ease his frustration. Shifting forward slightly, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and slipped her stretched lips over his pulsing bulge and down over his shaft until she felt his mushroom butt the back of her throat. The smell and taste teased her senses as she began to draw back and suck deeply on his organ. The sucking of cock was to her a delight, a dirty devilish deed that warmed her soul for she knew she was skilled and the pleasure it would bring in its wake. She smiled at the sound of his sigh and lowered her head again as she sucked his prick to her hearts content.

*


Saturday, 2 January 2016

An Elementary Caning.


In my mind palace somewhere...

"B b b but..." whined Tracy as she bent over the stool and stuck her denim clad arse up higher. "DAD!"

Harry Holmes puffed on his pipe thoughtfully and tapped the business end of his number 9 willow across his daughters wriggling posterior. "Enough of the but's my girl," he replied sternly as he carefully measured his swing and calculated the parabola of her reaction. "When I said no boyfriends under this roof after nine I meant no boyfriends under this roof after nine. Now keep it there and if you move it you'll get double and no supper!"

"BUT DA...." she pleaded as the swoosh of the paternal cane filled the air. "..AAAAAAA YEOWCH!!!!"

Here's to curvy bums in tight denim jeans and long legs in leather boots. Happy 2016 you lot.


Classic Spank Mags: TNT (April 1949)


Whoa, a REAL oldie. For lovers of the unusual indeed.