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Saturday, 1 October 2016

Favourite for October

Last month I gave you this "before" picture of a girl unconsciously clutching her soon to be hot and red bottom, and I said it would be the first of a pair of images.
So here's this month's favourite.  A different girl and a different scene but this time we get the "after" image.
A very tearful young lady is now holding her bottom for an entirely different reason having just been given a through hiding.  Seeing that this is in a kitchen setting perhaps her mother grabbed a handy wooden spoon and gave her a very thorough and protracted whacking across her bottom, ensuring she won't be sitting comfortably for some time to come.

(And, as usual, excellent pin-sharp image quality from the guys at Triple A Spanking.)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

It won't do her any real harm. I wonder what she did wrong.
Old Tom

Anonymous said...

What a lovely face

Anonymous said...

Great photos & writing James

What should happen ? What will happen ?

James, when I told lies or made my parents cross (top photo) as a child in the 1960s there was always the same result: one solution only. If at bedtime, I would have my cotton jammies pulled down to my knees & my bare backside spanked with the rattan cane, usually by mother. In the day, it was my 1950s dress hoisted & 1950s cotton white knickers pulled down to knees for the hornets nest, AKA a baker's dozen on my bare bot with that thin, dreaded whippy switch-cane. And yes, in the early years, before the dreaded cane (ie before age 7) it was the wooden spoon on the bare skin of my behind OTK, like photo 2.

I screamed the house down. And I saw my lil' sister's whiter-than-alabaster-white buttocks whipped scarlet with the spoon & then mostly the rattan stick across mom's knee or the sofa arm countless time over the years. Whoopings were just good parenting & Oh so normal. A grounding or time out was something I received after I gotten my bare botty caned, not instead of !!!! And in the 1960s they were not even called groundings or timeouts: more like "now go to your room at once!"

Corporal punishment posed big dangers James. A danger that my sister & me (& later my two young daughters who also gotten raised with my cane on their bare bums, already) may turn out to be polite, hardworking, considerate, kind, accountable, responsible good citizens of planet earth! And that is exactly what happened. Oh my! Perish the thought eh ?!!!

For top photo: I know what should happen, James ? (is there a cane in the cupboard?)
But will it happen ?
Regards & thanks
Brenda xx