Red Moon At Morning …

Jun 19, 2017 by

 

Do my eyes have a one-track mind of their own? It looks to me like the pinkest area on this girl’s skin is the one I’m always focused on, anyway.

 

The distinction is even more pronounced in this photo. There is no indication that these are anything other than fun nude shots on a rocky beach, and I suppose the extra color could be from sitting on those sun baked pebbles – only her bottom is even pinker than the soles of her feet.

So my assertion is that her photographer is also her top, and he insists that the area of HIS focus is always kept a nice, tingly, just-spanked shade.

Because such is the natural order of the world.

That is all.

Dev out.

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Happy …

Jun 18, 2017 by

Father/Daddy/Dad/Da/

 

Papa/Papi/Pater/Pa/

 

Parental Unit/Old Man’s Day to all!

 

And to every young woman of any age all over the world for whom I am and have been the best worst father figure imaginable – I love you, little girl.

 

 

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Happy Birthday, Janie!

Jun 16, 2017 by

 

 

After another long, delightfully aggravating year of button-pushing from my youngest niece, it is once more time for … (drum roll, please)

 

 

Jane Ellen’s birthday spanking!

 

Yes, indeed. She is our little angel …

 

Until she isn’t.

 

 

But afterwards, she gets a big hug — even though I know that her mind is already awhirl, thinking … Now, where was that other button?

Happy, happy birthday, Jane Ellen!

Big hugses from Uncle Dev and all the usual suspects.

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Bedtime, He Said

Jun 14, 2017 by

 

Bedtime is for sleeping, girls.

It is not for playing games or watching TV on your iPad, texting with your little friends, scrolling through Snapchat, or gabbing with your sisters.

 

When Uncle Dev says it’s bedtime, it’s bedtime, every time.

 

 

If you happen to be within grabbing distance, you will already have had a nice, calm night-night spanking to soothe your frazzled nerves and help you to dreamland.

 

 

Should that not convince you that bedtime means bedtime, I will certainly up the ante.

 

If you are available only long distance, this is where you are going to find yourself, young lady – standing in the corner until you get tired or embarrassed or sad enough to do what I told you in the first place.

 

 

But rest assured that the next time I do have you in arm’s reach, your bottom will pay quite dearly for acting so defiant.

That is all.
UD out.

 

 

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Got Drape?

Jun 12, 2017 by

Last week, Audrey asked a pertinent question about the gauzy almost-drapery that our Friday pinup was sort of wearing, so I thought I’d talk about drapery as it applies to female nude art.

 

Sometimes, gauzy drapery is there for a reason. In the above two examples, many of the naughty bits are successfully hidden, or at least disguised to the point that the artist could sneak them by the Hayes Code or the Royal Censor, depending on the time period.

 

But quite often in nude art, drapery is there more to enhance the focus on rather than to conceal the woman’s charms.

Here, we see Venus bathing with a few close friends and family. The kid with the wings is Cupid. The one without wings must be a friend of his from pre-kindergarten.

 

 

Then, of course, there is peekaboo drapery. This sword-and-sorcery cover photo is especially intriguing.

One can’t tell whether she is in the process of pulling that cloak up to hide her bottom, or lowering it so that the fierce Barsoomian warrior who has invaded her bedroom can get a better look at what he’s after.

 

 

Here is an example of remainder drapery.

She has thrown off almost everything, but decided to keep that remaining little bit of nothing ’round her waist, perhaps because her belly button felt chilly.

 

 

This is another where one is not sure whether she is taking it off or putting it on.

But from that smirking, come-hither look, I have to think she is inviting the artist to drop that stupid brush and help her remove the lot.

 

 

Pierre-Auguste Renoir’s take on the non-draping of the feminine form divine.

The girl wading at the front is about to slosh her big sister with water. One has to wonder if big sis will do something about it, or just run tell Papa how naughty the girl was. Perhaps she will do both, and that little French bottom will be quite sore come ce soir.

 

 

Okay, so there is not even an attempt at drapery here, although there is some lying about, but I just love this picture.

It’s the one that hangs in the main dining room at McGuire’s, and I do so love it when they seat me and my party at a table near it.

 

 

And finally, I present a drapery conundrum.

What in the ever-lovin’, blue-eyed world is going on here?

Care to take a guess?

That is all.
Devlin out.

 

 

 

 

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