Bettie On Film!

Dec 7, 2017 by

 

Here’s a black and white, eight-millimeter souvenir from the ’50s. This little gem would have cost a day’s pay to buy back then, plus a week’s wages, at least, for a film projector. Or a guy might have paid four bits ($0.50) to get into a smoke filled room off a back alley (just tell ’em Louie sent ya)  to sit on a wooden folding chair with twenty other guys to watch it.

But, like all Irving Klaw’s B&D films, there is no nudity, and the underwear isn’t even as daring as some women’s swimsuits at the time, so you’d have to be really desperate to watch girl-girl action to plunk for any of that.

I could find very little on Roz, but the delightful Bettie (not Betty) has shown up a number of times on the blite. She did, of course, do a great deal of nude modeling, and even appeared in Playboy the month before Jayne Mansfield.

In any event, do enjoy the scowling and the silent whip-cracking (I think she hit herself with that thing a few times) as dominatrix Roz Greenwood upends Bettie Page for a not at all faked bottom smacking.

 

 

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Spoon River Anthropology

Dec 5, 2017 by

In the comments to this year’s Thanksgiving post, our most dearly beloved cartoon guru, Dave Wolfe, mentioned pictures in circulation of wooden spoons that had “Scoop With This Side/Spank With This Side” notations included.

 

 

NEWS FLASH – Errinn found the scooping/spanking picture, so I’ll use it and the first one at the beginning of rather a long spoon-spanking ramble.

 

 

Perhaps the least appreciated implement/utensil in a top’s toy bag is the lowly cooking spoon.

Next to Dad/Grampa/Uncle’s belt, the spoon is the best known and most feared of any domestic disciplinary tool.

 

There are dozens and dozens of apparel designs like the above available, so I have to believe that the spoon’s use for household disciplinary purposes, over time, has been ubiquitous, if not universal.

 

 

Of course, that’s because for a long time, Mom’s place was in the kitchen, so a spoon was always handy. Both Dad’s belt and Mom’s spoon, however, have left, and still leave, perhaps, a distinct and indelible impression on a girl’s bottom, as well as on her psyche.

(Here, I am referring to girls who hang out here, the ones who, even if they never felt either implement on their real-life bottoms, know exactly how it feels there, in stereophonic, 4G detail, down to their cores.)

About the above photo, I believe that the person on the receiving end did the fancy artwork as a present to the person who always used it (and maybe uses to this day) on her. That’s the romantic in me.

 

One thing I will emphasize about moms is that they tend to be way stricter with girls than Daddy ever is, belt notwithstanding, and spoons are formidable devices in a mom’s hand.

I played house with a couple of grownup girls in California a few years ago, and all I had to do was threaten them with a Mommy spanking from our fourth playmate, and they spruced up their attitudes most rikki-tik, you had best believe. Our play Mommy was a switch, and she knew exactly what it took to make a girl squirm, because she knew what it took to make her squirm.

 

Not that Daddy ever is left entirely out of the frame when it comes to disciplining grownup girls.

The concept of spoon-spanking might have been Mom’s idea, but that two-foot, Tim-the-Toolman model this guy is wielding has to be a special order, if not of his own manufacture. I’ll bet he has three-D diagrams and ft/lbs of torque estimates to go with it.

I say that because only an engineer would wear a red power tie with a short-sleeved shirt. In any event, I would want any edge I could get, too, implement- or otherwise, if my photo-shoot misbehaving-daughter were two inches taller than me and built like an Amazon princess.

On the other hand, sometimes the point is to just hold onto her and smack her with the spoon till she wriggles and both of you smile, which is exactly what is going on here. Even big sister is smiling, although it appears she is sitting on a bare bum that probably looks just like the one currently uppermost. The family that spanks together …

Please note that his arms look like hairy tank guns. Those come in handy for any top, making it easy to leave serious-business marks on a girl’s bottom without his having to try too hard. A few girls I know are cognizant of this fact.

And just because she is so utterly adorable, we will end this spoon ramble with a picture of Amber Pixie Wells’ very cute and seriously spoon-spanked bottom.

Noting her festive garb, what there is of it, one has to wonder if this was shot around Christmas time, and if so, whether she got spanked that hard for refusing to make a figgy pudding because “figgy” sounded way too kinky, until the required task was explained to her to the tune of a —

Well, you know.

That is all.

Devlin out.

 

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Blue Lights; Red Bottom

Dec 3, 2017 by

My first thought when I noticed flashing blue lights bearing down on me on the four lane was not, “Oh, gosh, this is really going to end up hurting my pocketbook.”

Nor was it my second thought. Or even my third.

I was much too busy with a more basic trio of thoughts:

 

“Oh, gosh, this is really going to end up hurting my bottom.”

 

 

“Oh, gosh, this is really going to end up hurting my bottom a lot.”

 

 

“Oh, gosh, this is really going to end up hurting my bottom more than anything has in a long time.”

I was right. As usual.

Why can’t I be wrong. Just every once in a while.

Sigh …

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Pinup Advent Friday

Dec 1, 2017 by

Since Dave so ably opened the Thanksgiving post, I was tickled to find another of his gems to top (!) off the beginning of Advent month.

(And no, Glinzillia Elftoes, spankings are for good girls, too, young lady, er, young elf. Just ask your human friends who get spanked a lot.)

I have Jacquie Lawson’s gorgeous annual calendar to open today, and I’m totally jazzed about that. I’m a sucker for Christmassy shtick, and spanking is just the icing on the warm mincemeat pie.

But I did some research and thought I’d share someone’s idea of a spankers’ Advent calendar, as well.

(To embiggen the calendar, double click.)

This was conceived and written by thoughtful and caring practitioners of this thing we do, and I give them mega-credit for coming up with it.

Even though they use abbreviations and initials that I don’t, I smile really big on him/her/them for the fine and loving effort.

So, happy December the 1th to all my good and naughty girls and boys. May your days be spanking bright, forever more.

All for now.

Devlin out.

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Cane It Be So?

Nov 30, 2017 by

Did he do that with the cane? Did he turn her nicely rounded bottom harshly pink with that serious-looking bit of rattan? 

Where are the tramlines? Where are the welts? Where are the drastically dramatic markings that are the inevitable result of any and all cane work?

Well, here is the awful secret, buoys and gulls — this thing we do isn’t done in Malaysia, and I only play Sgt. Cameron in your head, so no one passes out from a caning, other than in my harsher novels.

First of all, pictured is a very light cane, as well as a robust and healthy bottom, and the pink glow was most likely achieved only after a very long and satisfying session where relatively light strokes weren’t so much counted as weighed in evidence.

Secondly, the neatly downed jeans and trousers tell us that the young miss doffed her drawers — or had them doffed for her — entirely voluntarily, because she really, really needed exactly that kind of treatment.

Third and lastly — about her, I mean — one can almost hear her sighs of relief and release as he puts down the stick, and she basks in the afterglow.

As far as her top, he is thinking that he needs a somewhat stouter implement.

I can tell him, from personal experience, that a senior girls’ cane would not go amiss with this miss. There will be a bit more ouch and maybe a few little tick marks on her fulsome fundament, but she will thank him for it, I guarantee. A certain sort of girl who needs and will ask for the cane cannot be let off lightly. A few hundred of his best is not out of the question.

I speak from experience. She would become annoyed, were she to get onto the plane home after a visit to him with anything less than a bottom glowing so hot that it triggers warning lights on the security sensors.

And no one wants her to go away from him any way less than best pleased.

The chap above, though, did a good job, and, hopefully, all she has to do now is put her jammies on and crawl into bed beside him.

Next time, however, he might need to go shopping at Canes4Pain and get something with a tiny bit more authority.

Just saying.

That is all.

Devlin out.

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