Times are changing

..but sometimes in the opposite direction to what we expect, as evidenced by this story of a country where caning of female offenders is being reintroduced.

My mis-spent youth

I often think back to when I was at school. My fascination with corporal punishment was already well developed and I read everything I could find on the subject, but despite being at schools where it was used I didn't have the bottle to actually do anything to put my own posterior in danger. Except.... Except maybe once.

I guess I was about fourteen at the time. I had a legitimate reason to go into the school on a Saturday expecting to meet up with others, but when I arrived I found they were just going for the afternoon and I had thought it was meant to be all day. The school was deserted and unable to do what I'd gone for, I just wandered around to find something to occupy me. Which is how I came across the deputy headmaster's office with the door wide open and a sign attached asking the cleaners not to lock it. Now at that time, he was the only person in the school to give out official corporal punishment in the form of canings. I knew, from all my reading, that it was a legal requirement for schools to record corporal punishment in an official register, and the obvious place for our school to store the punishment book would be his office.

There were two issues - the school was so deathly quite that I should hear anyone approaching thanks to the wooden floors. On the other hand it was located in a bit of a dead end so it wouldn't be easy to get away without being heard. The possibility of seeing the punishment book and being able to read it was too great a temptation.

I just stood in there for a few moments - the first time I'd been in the room - and imagined the scene as errant pupils were caned just where I stood. The silence was reassuring and I began to search. No cupboards or drawers were locked so I ended up looking everywhere. I found the cane itself but never found the punishment book. If I had, I know I could not have been satisfied with just looking to see whose names were there, what they'd done and what they'd got. I would undoubtedly have stolen it. And what would the consequences have been then? I was tempted to steal the cane but just couldn't see how I was going to conceal it to take it anywhere.

What would you think...?

...if you were engaged in some light banter at work. An attractive female colleague in her early twenties was in front of you and made a slightly cheeky remark to you. You brandished the ruler you happened to have in your hand at the time in a mildly threatening manner (not that I'd dare do anything with it because I want to keep my job) and she said "Oooh - a spanking!"

Hmm - that's what I've been thinking as well.

Different view of things

I don't tire of seeing well shot photos and videos of attractive young ladies getting a good spanking, but I did think after all these years of collecting and browsing I'd seen every possible camera angle, until I came across this one very recently. I don't think it's a recent shot - some suggestion it might be NuWest - and you can neither see the face of the girl, or her bottom, or even any sign of how she's being spanked.

However, perhaps that's to the good because you can use your imagination, perhaps thinking of someone you know or someone close to you and thinking this might one day have been them. The legs of the punisher are clearly a woman's and it looks like a house setting so I assume it's the girl's mother who's put the errant daughter over her lap. The knee high white socks suggest the girl is being portrayed as school age, and the fact that her toes are barely in contact with the floor seems to heighten the feeling of her vulnerability and helplessness. There's no sign of the girl's panties around her legs so maybe she's been allowed to keep those on for now - maybe she's even being spanked on the seat of her skirt but I suspect that the mother, having gone to the trouble of positioning the chair and putting her daughter across her lap is intending to make this a good long spanking so she may not stay that lucky. And if she makes the mistake of struggling or back-talking her mother, she could be worse off because it looks to me like there some handy canes in the nearby houseplant...

I'm sure it would all end in tears!

Experimenting

When I was growing up I thought for a time I was more of a sub than a dom - certainly from at least the age of eight I had something of an obsession with self-spanking. At the time I struggled to understand myself - I hadn't at that time come across the more user-friendly terms of dom and sub but I had come across sadist and masochist and a lot of what I read about people who were masochists suggested a kind of mental abnormality. I was fortunate to keep my proclivities a secret at the time because I'm sure nobody else would have thought I was normal with some of the things I was doing.

Anytime I was in the house by myself I would indulge in self-spankings that became increasingly severe. I recognised that the awkwardness of trying to hit your own bottom tended to impair the effectiveness and force that could be used so I tended to compensate with removal of clothing, experimentation with different instruments, and more and more strokes as hard as I could manage.

Some of the implements were really on the severe end of the scale - one was just a piece of very solid wood that my father used for mixing wallpaper paste. Just over one inch by half an inch in cross section but just over twenty inches long it packed quite a sting. Even just a light tap stung and as I became more and more ambitious I would deliver self-inflicted beatings of maybe twenty or more hard strokes that would leave bruising for a week or more. Eventually I hid it in his tool shed until he started using something else, and then I took it and hid it in my room. I can't imagine how I would have explained if anyone had found it. I still have it and still regard it as formidable.

Then on another occasion when I was at home by myself I decided to try one of my mother's wooden mixing spoons. I knew I was safe from anyone returning soon so I dropped my trousers and pants in the kitchen and delivered two good hard smacks with the spoon to my tush. The second one made a really loud crack and the spoon splintered into several pieces that flew around the kitchen. The loss of the spoon wasn't much of a problem because she had several but I was never 100% sure that I'd found every piece - imagine trying to explain if a piece of broken spoon had turned up!

I quite like pictures of self-spanking but whereas in most cases it seems the person wants to feel the effects of the punishment I was always more interested in thinking what it would be like to do this to a willing girl and to think about what she would feel like.

Credit crunchies

People probably think I've fallen off the planet but in fact I've just been very busy. Not too busy to keep an eye on the web though and I keep finding (and adding to the list on the right) more and more spank-related blogs. Is it a sign of these times that people are apparently spanking and being spanked all the more?

F/m ???

I wrote just under 18 months ago in this blog about switching and saying that I’m not really into it. Only now I’m not so sure. I still think giving an attractive girl a good (consensual) walloping is probably my number one mission in life, but I’m increasingly interested in having a girl return the favour. The problem is that on the one hand, if they didn’t do it hard, I’d feel cheated and disappointed so I’m less inclined to explore this with a real amateur or a switch. However, when I see some of the ladies who specialise in doling it out I have a feeling that what I’d want to do to get the proper experience is to just put myself in their hands with no safewords to fall back on, and I suspect that I just might find I’d taken on a bit more than I could handle...

The three ladies pictured here are good examples, although Cassie Hunter is probably still the one I feel strangely drawn to.

Educational stuff on the internet

You can thank The Slovak Spectator for this one:-

Go nuts and whip their butts: Making an Easter whip - Foreign Affairs

14 Apr 2003 Kristína Havasová Culture

WHEN I was still in school, my male schoolmates and the males of my family would knock on the door of my apartment early in the morning on Easter Monday carrying buckets of water (vedrá s vodou) and wicker whips (prútené korbáče).

Because I knew what was going to happen, I immediately went to hide while my mother opened the door. The boys splashed and whipped my mum while chanting the first line of the famous Slovak Easter saying, "Šibi-ryby, mastné ryby, kus koláča od korbáča (Whips-fishes, greasy fishes, piece of cake from the whip" - it doesn't make sense in Slovak either!). Then they would start to look for me.

It would never take them too long to find me, because like most girls who live in apartment blocks, my favourite place to hide was the one room that you could lock - the bathroom. After several minutes of persuading me that they would not pour any water on me, I would believe them and open the door. I need hardly add that they did not keep their word.

As soon as I unlocked the door they would pull me out and whip me far more than my mother had been whipped. Then I would end up in the bath, soaking wet.

After I changed my clothes and dried off, the kúpači (literally, men who bathe women) would spray perfume on my mother and me so that we would smell nice the whole year round. Then we would give them gifts. For my uncle it would be some kind of strong alcohol; for my friends and cousins a chocolate egg, or some money.

For those who have never experienced this custom, the whipping might seem like a violent act against women. But for us girls, when we were in school, the act of being whipped brought with it a bit of prestige, because it was generally accepted that the more a girl was whipped, the more attractive she was.

In the past, some women chose to get back at the men by whipping them on the Tuesday after Easter, but this custom is dying out.

Keeping all that in mind, if you are in Slovakia at Easter time, it might be useful for you to know how to braid a whip (korbáč, or šibák in slang).

On Easter Sunday or a few days earlier, groups of boys and men set off on their search for the young, green willow branches that grow near streams and rivers. They cut several switches of about one meter long. Then they adjust their lengths accordingly - a little boy's whip is usually 15 to 30 centimetres long, while that of a young man is around 80 centimetres.

There are several methods for braiding an Easter whip, but most people use either the angular or round way. The angular way is the most popular, and is also considered the least complicated.
photo: Source: Praktická žena magazine

The process

You need eight switches (prúty) of the same size for making the whip's body and one of any size for making the whip's handle.

1. Take the eight switches and bind them at one end with a string or cord (see a and b above). Then split the ninth switch in half to wrap it around the other switches to create a handle (this can also be done as the very last thing, after you have braided the whip).

2. Divide the eight switches into four and four and start braiding: Take the switch at the far left and bring it from above to the right, placing it in the middle - between the four switches on the right. Then take the switch back from below to the right side of the left group.

3. Repeat the same but from the right side: Take the switch at the far right and bring it from above into the middle of the left group, placing it back to the left side of the right group from below.
Then repeat 2 and 3 until a single braided cord is formed.

In some regions the tradition is that after a boy whips a girl she ties a ribbon around the top of his whip. The number of ribbons on the whip then shows how successful the boy was with his whip.
If you have problems with the violent aspects of this tradition, there is another way to become a whip star: You can try to break this year's Slovak record of braiding a 40-metre whip.

(Foreign Affairs is a regular column devoted to helping expats and foreigners navigate the thrills and spills of life in Slovakia.)

Making it easy

Having to struggle to get a long skirt raised over the female buttocks for a less encumbered spanking was never easy while they were lying across the lap so three cheers for miniskirts. Denim jeans created a similar problem - get a girl across your lap, deliver a few good smacks to the denim clad derriere and then decide you're just not getting your point across and then there's the struggle to get the jeans down.

Not any more perhaps - thanks heavens for low rise jeans and thongs where the job's already more than half way done...

Olympics

I'm just so getting into the coverage of the Beijing Olympics already - the beach volleyball looks especially hopeful...