I'm confident that, even within the confines of the CP community and my regular viewers, I'm probably in a small minority with being keen on this image.
I can't help it but I just have a thing for opaque black tights (pantyhose) and the way that modern girls have embraced them as if they were some sort of cloak of invisibility. The consequence is a willingness to wear shorter skirts and so it's easier to flip the skirt back to administer a spanking, sound in the knowledge that they're not actually going to offer any noticeable protection. I also like her expression - I'm not sure which she is objecting to more, the spanking she's about to get, or having someone photograph her in such a demeaning position Fortunately sullen resentment can be changed very quickly with a few hard smacks.
Thanks to Sound Punishment for the image.
I can't help it but I just have a thing for opaque black tights (pantyhose) and the way that modern girls have embraced them as if they were some sort of cloak of invisibility. The consequence is a willingness to wear shorter skirts and so it's easier to flip the skirt back to administer a spanking, sound in the knowledge that they're not actually going to offer any noticeable protection. I also like her expression - I'm not sure which she is objecting to more, the spanking she's about to get, or having someone photograph her in such a demeaning position Fortunately sullen resentment can be changed very quickly with a few hard smacks.
Thanks to Sound Punishment for the image.

3 comments:
Well make that a minority of two James. Love it.
Old Tom
For me this photo of a naughty woman being spanked over a man's knees, wearing black pantyhose, turns me on. Yes, I would have preferred taking them down, to bare her bottom, and spank her naked derriere. But to each individual there comes a preference, and I accept yours.
Looking far too comfortable for a daughter who told lies!
I would sure recommend a different type of smacked bottom for this here lil' missy, James!! Oh my! A much more Spartan version of tickle-tail!! And one that I received a thousand times as a naughty lil' growing up in the 1960s. And one that I ruefully recall at every turn. And indeed a type of bare ass whooping, that our elderly, pious neighbours in our new 1950s houses in Atlanta's suburbs staunchly approved of (by the way, they were good family friends & fellow Church goers & they called it for me & my sister, a "Biblical switching". Oh my! Scary stuff in those days)
Oh my! When God-blessed with my own two daughters in the 1980s, my hubby decided not to spank them. Fair enough, already: I respected that. But corporal punishment was the only way for my girls in my humble but strict traditional opinion - the naughty step was not yet invented ha-ha! I knew that harsh spankings for me as a child were essential & indeed were the making of me as a person. I gotten to succeed strongly at University with my degree (late 1970s) & then at a top job in corporate Atlanta.
Harsh spankings meant knickers pulled down to knees & 12 strokes of the cane on my bare botty. No half-measures. That was the punishment for sister & me from age 7 to late teens. Our mom was one of the strictest in the Church. She sure did the right thing in teaching us right from wrong. The rattan cane was called the hornets nest, the switch & the rod and it sure sizzled the fairy-soft skin on our botties a nasty bunch!
So yes, the sound of a flexible rattan cane upon the sensitive bare skin of naughty bottoms was then the natural, common sound of me raising my young daughters over the many years in the 80s & 90s. CP was crucial & normal in our house. I never spared the rod. Interestingly, when my young girls made their father real mad, (fighting, lies, brattitude etc) he would send them to yours truly to have their bare behinds whipped. Sure thing! I respected his decision not to chastise. And he respected my strong, Southern Christian values on CP. It worked well together: just one single cane & two bare bottoms were all that was required to keep conservative decorum at home for us as a loving family. Oh my! I was a super-strict, loving Christian mother (AKA a normal mother!) And my girls now respect me for it. And sure love me no less, James.
With this girl here, I will happily enter the room with my trusty cane (I am age 62 now), raise her blue skirt, pull down her black tights n white cotton panties & tan her fairest, bare seat of learning good n hard in the fashion that I am used to! And the fashion that she should have been raised with, already.
It was normal, James.
Strict Mom Brenda xx
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