sorority housekeeping from movie

Two modern college girls ‘bending and baring’

1938 Sorority Girl Janet Shock from a contemporary news cutting posing being spanked by two frat boys as a good sport

Actual sorority hazing c1950

Nervous sorority girls paddle shopping

More modern sorority hazing

sorority hazing

Although I get the odd eye-rolling from young ladies who are strictly M/F when it comes to spanking tastes, one of the most requested subjects for articles is sororities. Of course there is a limited amount of information in the public domain on this, but from time to time new anecdotes do turn up.

I have been sitting on a couple of short snippets for some future use, but then Sam (who has sent in interesting sorority stuff before) sent in an account and some pictures from J, a mature lady in his munchie group.

The other snippets are from the EP and are interesting because they speak of practices hitherto not heard of.

But first J’s account:

I was in college at the end of 1960s and into the early 1970s where I joined a sorority. In those days paddle spankings were the norm and as far as I can tell still are. The only difference now is that this great American tradition has been increasingly driven underground, which is not only unhealthy but from what I hear has greatly sexualised some of these practices and today young women (and men) are doing stuff that we would never have dreamed of doing.

Pleased with her sorority hazing paddles

Despite claims to the contrary, punishment spankings were a major part of the sorority regime and our chapter took regular delivery of short heavy paddles designed to hurt. The pictures are from the 1940s and 50s I think, but the situation was more or less the same in my time.

At our sorority paddle spanking was used for discipline at all levels and for hazing. It was often hard to tell where one left off from the other.

At one extreme we had the paddle parties, which were mostly larks and the paddle was usually applied over clothes. This included mixed-fraternity initiations and the like. At the other extreme there were formal ‘courts’ where girls had to explain themselves for major breaches of the behaviour code that could include stealing, bullying and in those days sexual misdemeanours.

To put this into context though as far as I know this happened once the year before I joined and again in my senior year, so it was not a common event.

More routinely we had housekeeping, which could be extended to all members of the sorority, but was more usually applied to pledges. This was where small breaches of discipline were dealt with.

This consisted of three or four girls being summoned to an upperclassman or Big Sister’s room and one after the other we had to bend and bare for several full-blooded swats of the paddle.

One never quite got used to the pain and embarrassment, especially if the one taking you to task was less than discreet, but it was usually something taken in one’s stride. However on one occasion I was punished with three other girls and one of them decided she had something to prove.

This particular girl kept sassing the two seniors with the paddles; determined to show it didn’t hurt. This meant that we all had to take extra until there was not a dry eye among us. Our bottoms were purple afterwards and I didn’t sit too well for a day or two.

A Paddle from J’s era (click for quaint jingle)

Putting girls in their place and team building was at the heart of the sorority in my view and this is why I would defend it. For the most part I did not sexualise this until much later, but I will come to that.

I remember one stuck-up legacy girl thought she was too good for everyone else. One night at lights out, someone played a prank on her and placed a bucket of something nasty on a door and she got sploshed in her best clothes. She kicked up such a fuss that she was given a roasting and given two minutes to get ready for bed. An impossible task but one for which she was punished for failing.

When 10 minutes later after a shower she reported in her PJs, she had to bend over and take three swats clothed and three swats bare for reporting late and then she was made to get dressed again and come back. She then got three on her skirt, three on the panties, then on the bare, then on the seat of her PJs again. All this at each stage of getting undressed. These were hard heavy swats and by the end she was bawling. All this under the eyes of a dozen wide-eyed young pledges and older girls.

She also had to report for housekeeping that week I think. But I think she learned a lesson and later was much less stuck-up.

On top of this were the much more intimate Big Sister spankings.

My Big Sister, C, was a brick and we had a lot of fun. She also got me out of a lot of scrapes. But if she thought I needed it she would make me bend over and bare my bottom for a sound paddle spanking. Sometimes this was followed or preceded by corner time.

This was never as bad as housekeeping, but there was no limit to what she could do and often she would keep me up to the mark for most of an evening in the room we shared.

Sometimes she would put me across her knee and spank me that way and this is where I first began to get confused feelings that I later recognised were sexual.

I think she may have enjoyed these sessions, but neither of us took it any further. I know that since then it is these days that have fuelled my kink, if I can call it that, but that was only in my head and on the whole at the time it was all just character-building and robust fun.

actual sorority paddling from the 1940s

I have spared many details, especially about specific rituals and secrets, but not having named names I hope that gives you a flavour of those days Sam. Feel free to pass this on so long as you don’t identify me or my college or sorority.

Thanks to Sam and J for this account and the photographs.

Susan wrote:

In my senior year my best friend got me a birthday paddle and everyone present got to spank my posterior and sign it. (It was an all-girls party) Their love pats provided a small amount of satisfaction, but not much -my posterior was hardly pink – I still wanted the real thing. So, I searched for a college sorority that still hazed with a paddle and not just for one traditional night, but all year long.

An Ivy League school in the South is where I found my heart’s desire. This sorority’s rule was that any member could haze any underclassman for any sorority infraction at any time (as long as you were in our sorority building).

Once a month the sorority would hold an open party where the big entertainment was the “Toughest Butt Contest” and all the underclassmen were required to participate, the winner could paddle any upperclassman in the sorority the coming month as often as they desired. A reward of revenge was a great motivator.

The contest was done in G-strings for entertainment purposes. It was a great fund-raiser, and open to the whole campus for both genders. I won several times and enjoyed my month of revenge. Now, since I have long graduated (class of 1980), I no longer have the means to fulfil my desire to give or receive.

A comment to this contribution ran:

We had freshman initiation that culminated with all of us freshman having to crawl on our hands and knees between the legs of the seniors who paddled our little bottoms until we were all howling. We all survived, and just looked forward to when we would have our own crop of freshmen. Imagine what a stir that would cause today.

There were many short snippets like this, but many were quite fanciful, but it seems the legend continues.

Now this short article, whilst hopefully being informative, is not intended to be exhaustive and can better be viewed as a bit of fun.

Many of you will either be in a spanking or DD relationship or will have had one at some point. If not then no doubt your turn will come.

As you will know the reality of such experiences differ markedly from spanking fiction. The main reason for this is that on one hand Tops and Doms and on the other Bottoms and Subs have the inconvenient status of being real people.

These terms (Tops, Doms, Bottoms and Subs – not ‘real people’) are used advisably as none quite satisfy true definition, but given the on-going debate here they are a useful shorthand.

But as real people they tend not to behave or respond as you want them too.

This is as real an issue for the submissive half of the relationship as for Mr Dom Top, but we will come back to that. Let us first address the other side for the uninitiated.

Ladies and Gentlemen please pardon the language in advance but it is a dead cert that at this point there is a small selection of readers who are saying “the bitch had better do what I want her to or…” well you know the type of thing. Therefore we must take a moment to remind ourselves of the term relationship. Do you see where we are going with this?

A relationship is and can only be between equal partners built on trust and mutual respect. The rules in DD you see are no different from any other relationship. If you are 20 and into This Thing That We Do (another irritating little phrase that we will employ as a shorthand), then you may be forgiven for struggling with this; if you are over 40 then not so much.

Okay so she has agreed to and wants to get taken in hand, brought into line and to cut a long story short get spanked (in some form or other actual practices differ so see small-print for details). But she isn’t going to make it easy for you. Come on get a life.

She has a job and is probably the manager of two dozen people on a salary that may well exceed yours. Imaginative intelligent women are often much more likely to be submissive than otherwise. And here again for clarity the reverse is not also true – in other words not all intelligent imaginative women want you to take her in hand in any shape of form. So do be aware.

In other words, unless you are just playing at it or having a scene, then an argument is an argument and she is going to give you static until you can get on her wavelength and calmly and psychologically sort her out so to speak.

After all the women who are serious about this want help to be better than they are and not give into certain behaviours. If this was easy then you my dominant friend would be surplus to requirements.

Also it has to be said that she may want you to win but that doesn’t mean she is going to roll over without a fight.

All of this is before her parents just happen to drop in, her boss phones up or infallible you (or sometimes her) have seriously screwed up and it is all hands to the pump in the grown-up world.

On the other hand she has just as many problems with you.

In books the masterful hero always reads the bratty heroine right, always knows what to do and can probably pick her up and throw her into the next county for good measure. I don’t know about you but even though I can still (almost) bench-press my own weight I gave up wench-throwing along with rugby when I turned 40.

It is a challenge always being in charge and manfully being the answer to a maiden’s prayers. Try it sometime. Seriously, it is hard work spanking a wench whenever and wherever she needs it. Shakes head. But somebody has to do it.

Look in the mirror sometime. How do you stack up against Wolverine or James Bond?

Okay let us say that you have trust and mutual respect and that you are both compatible. What next?

Spanking

How long and how hard do you spank?

This can only be deduced from experience and varies from woman to woman.

Start off slow and soft and build up. Even die-hard roughtie-toughtie girls can get in the wrong head space if you start off too hard and fast.

Spanking on the bare bottom is always desirable for more reasons than one. It is as well to monitor ‘damage’ as you go.

Spanking implements

What do you use to spank a woman with?

For beginners and experts alike you cannot beat the hand. It is always there at the end of your arm (well usually – sorry if it is not) and it can only take so much punishment itself so being overzealous is much less likely.

Even after you graduate to other implements the hand is a classic and the intimacy of it cannot be underestimated.

Then we have the trusty hairbrush, clothes brush or bath brush. Apart from the weight and therefore severity, they are all variations of the same things as far as spanking is concerned. The advantage of these common household items is that they are also easily come by and are in no way incriminating when her parents come to call.

If you want something harsher but discretion is important then a man’s belt is a good staple. It is also a good psyche tool as some girls turn to jelly at the sound of leather pulled through trouser hoops.

Specialist items like leather paddles are often preferable as they sting as much but often do not bruise. But do be careful where you leave them. Also do be careful when using wooden or other unyielding paddles or she really won’t sit down for a week and medical help may be required.

Other equipment like canes, crops and the like require some skill and practice and are only for the truly committed. But they are obtainable and can be hung at the back of the wardrobe or secreted in a hat-stand.

One person even bought a Charlie Chaplin outfit ‘for a fancy dress party’ which just happened to come with a cane. See, you can hide things in plain sight. Same goes for riding crops. They can be wall ornaments or a legacy from a horsey youth.

But we are veering into areas that are not strictly spanking.

Canes, crops and birches are whole other level.

Spanking techniques and positions

These are too many and varied but here are few things to keep in mind.

Over the knee (OTK) is a good standard start. Obviously for use of the cane and such this will not work so the girl might need to stand up and bend over.

If bending, beginners should have her use a chair or bed to bend over. You cannot expect most girls to hold position if you mean it.

The other aspect of spanking that cannot be stressed enough is cause and effect.

She has to know why she is being spanked and ideally should agree that she deserves it. Then in a non-confrontational way, she should be scolded and put in the correct submissive frame of mind.

Failure to do this can make the whole experience unpleasant for both parties and instead of clearing the air, it can cause resentment.

As with above, it is a good idea to always begin with a gentle hand-spanking and build up. At the same time one should reiterate the offence and continue with an appropriate level of scolding.

Some women cry. This is usually good. It is an emotional response and it usually means that the spanking is working. A woman who is growling angrily through gritted teeth is probably not in the right head space.

But do not worry if there are no tears. These are a rare gift. Listen for gentle whimpering and laboured breathing as both can mean she is struggling but not resentful. It is a good indicating of how she is doing.

Also don’t be afraid to stop. Use the pauses for scolding and maybe a time out in the corner if you are really making a point.

Corner time

Corner time is the ultimate bondage position. However much she complains, if she goes to the corner she has to contend with the fact that she is submitting and is a under discipline.

You can leave a woman alone in the corner, but unless you are confident she won’t challenge you in absentia, you might consider light bindings around thumbs that can be removed but not replaced coupled with having her press a coin to the wall with her forehead or nose.

Talcum powder on the floor, small objects that can’t easily be put back if disturbed can also be of use. In sororities, they used a trick involving empty bottles crossed with pencils set behind the ankles.

Some women can handle corner time better than others.

For some 20 minutes is hard and others can handle two or three hours, but note this is extreme and presents health issues without practice and know-how.

Start off with short periods, after all 5 minutes is a long time for a girl in the corner.

Also corner time with anticipation is effective beforehand and although it is satisfying for a top to see his handiwork set in the corner, many women want to be forgiven after a spanking and do not respond well to after spanking corner time.

Also it is wise to be aware of any issues such as back pain and the like. A 20-year-old will ruefully pout after an hour in the corner (on the whole) but the more mature miss might struggle both physically and mentally so start off slowly as with spanking.

Figging and other invasives

This is a delicate subject and one that can be left entirely out of the equation if it squicks either partner.

This is effective both as a supplement to a spanking or if for some reason (such as noise) spanking is difficult it can be a substitute in its own right.

Proceed with care.

At one end of the spectrum (so to speak) there is the simple mouth soaping for lying or swearing. It is a juvenile punishment and not for everyone.

More usually we address ourselves to the other end. Here we are in the territory of anal plugs of various sizes. Small ones can be worn as day wear for added submissive discomfort, but more usually the woman will be lying down with the largest she can handle inserted in her bottom.

Figging is a variant of this that involves ginger or some other mild abrasive to really get a girl’s attention. Beware of women with allergies and also of those who do not get much sensation from it.

At the extreme end we have enemas, which is a subject in its own right.

Spanking Regimes

This is an interesting area. Most couples have a spanking regime even if they do not think of it as such. For instance, some couples start the day off with a spanking or if not they will have some spoken or unspoken rules as to when a spanking will be due.

In a more formal setting more elaborate rituals may be temporary punishment sets that can be employed.

At the moderate end we are talking about maintenance spanking. This is where a girl is spanked at regular set intervals for no particular reason other than to let her know her place and to remind her what will happen if she truly steps out of line.

A classic spanking regime may be also be imposed as an elaborate punishment.

For instance for some serious offence a girl may be told that she will be spanked every morning and again every evening for a set number of days. These spankings maybe varied with canes and such or in extreme cases before witnesses for added (spice) humiliation.

These are options not obligations and will be applied according to the nature of the relationship and what has been agreed.

Ultimately the spanking regime is the overarching arrangement that forms the basis of the relationship.

Any one of the headings above could be a book let alone an article in its own right so if you want to know more, proceed with care and research more wildly. But above all be safe and have fun.

Clark wrote to ask about routine spanking among the traditional traveller community. He said that his grandmother was a gypsy and that when he was a boy she was very free with spanking threats to both his aunts and adult sisters. He was told that this was just her way and that when she was growing up this was the norm.

He was told that among some communities any unmarried adult woman could expect as spanking from any older female or any close male relative if she breached the strict social code.

There doesn’t seem to be much on this on the web, perhaps because caravan based people live off the grid. A traveller forum did reveal this snippet (edited from several comments).

Lula wrote:

We have a house now but we grew up on the road. I can tell you that those folks are strict about everything so you won’t see a Romany girl in thong, you just won’t.

Just before I got married, my sisters and several friends and cousins let our hair down and someone stole their father’s alcohol. We all ended up swimming naked in a gravel pit near the gathering.

As big as we were, and some of the women were well into their 20s, we all got a good whipping. The girl who took the booze was hauled in back of a trailer for a prolonged taste of her Da’s belt across her bare arse. Everyone heard it.

My eldest sister took down my cottons and gave me the spanking of my life around the back of the van. I wasn’t the only one who got it that night I can tell you.

Writing on Chross’s forum some years ago FatherJim had this to say:

They operate throughout the world in many countries, paying no attention to the laws and mores of that country. They are a “nation” of peoples that actually have no country.

They operate , in great deal, like the mafia, where there are loyalties and alliances and strange codes of honour. The oldest usually rules his family until a younger male opposes him and grabs the power, or the older male just gives it to his chosen successor.

Likewise, the women recognize the same hierarchy and it was not uncommon for even married women to submit to their Matriarch’s punishing hand. I remember reading about a gypsy woman in a mountain region in Italy getting a very public strapping from her Milfor a perceived slight. No one lifted a finger to save the poor young woman’s bared arse.

More importantly, Gypsy men take it as a badge of honour to have mistresses. The wives tolerate this indiscretion, but if the mistress flaunts the situation and embarrasses the wife, woe to the mistress’s sorry backside. She will probably be jumped by a group of angry women and whipped senseless. Theirs is a simple justice, swift and severe. In a lifestyle where movement is almost a constant, it is the only efficient way.

Female rivals, in this society, are handled in a similar fashion. Pride is a great part of a gypsy, and to remove one’s pride is a serious blow. Women rivals know this and capitalize by overpowering and thrashing a rival, like one would punish a naughty child. This loss of pride remains a secret, between the two, and the victor goes off with all the power, the vanquished lives with the fear of public embarrassment. Often there is only one way to undo the slight, that is to repay the embarrassment, but in public, and so it goes.

Finally, gypsy lifestyle is very much successful based on the fact that they keep to themselves and fly below the radar. Information about them is scarce as loyalty is so strong and few ever leave the gypsy lifestyle. So, most of their culture still remains shrouded in mystery, even today.

The second picture above was also taken from Chross, but that is all I could find.

There were a couple of left over snippets left over from this week’s DD spanking guide. They were left out because the article went in a different direction. But since they add to the debate and are passably amusing; not to mention that they give us an excuse to run the two cute on-topic pictures above here they are in no particular order.

In an aside on the CDD and spanking in marriage debate one of the commentators chipped in with the comment ‘hands off my booty.’

“So you wouldn’t be spanked by your husband then?” asked one of the other debaters.

“I didn’t say that,” says the first.

“So…?”

“Forget I spoke.”

Further to the revelation that more than 50% of bath brushes are sold by Body Shop are for spanking purposes this was stumbled upon on a vanilla beauty forum from 2006.

(Edited and paraphrased from comments into a conversation).

“I can’t find a proper bath brush, any ideas anyone?” asked one woman.

“You can get a pretty decent wooden one from Walmart,” came a reply.

“I tried there but they have the wrong kind of head.”

“What do you mean?”

“I need one with a flat head.”

“Sorry I don’t get it.”

At this point a third commenter says: “She means one that can be used for spanking I think. I had the same problem.”

“Is that what you mean?” asked the second woman.

The first woman has yet to reply.

So out there in suburbia couples are quietly experimenting it would seem.

Actually it was four years ago yesterday that A Voice in the Corner was launched as a blog. That is over a thousand posts and more than 7.2 million visits.

Within that there has been over a million words of fiction and about the same in general info, various articles and assorted waffle.

So a quiet thank you to you all and a happy birthday to A Voice.

Having taken a week off, it was assumed that writing and reading would be on the agenda. However, apparently whilst there are pubs, restaurants and endless bottles of wine, there doesn’t seem to be a reliable internet connection. Therefore maybe posts will be thin on the ground for a few days.

Normal service will be resumed soon.

No weekly round-up this week. The picture above is a clue why.

There are many accounts of spanking in sport; some have been discussed on this blog. There was even a rumour doing the rounds 10 years back that a certain ‘vampire slaying’ actress was spanked by her kick boxing coach; the product of over imagination no doubt.

However, I did chance across these two snippets which coupled with this intriguing picture are worth a brief outing.

Annalisa wrote:

Once in college my judo coach said my form was so lousy that he should spank me. I told him he wouldn’t dare. Big mistake. A moment later I was helpless across his lap for several hard slaps to my rear end.

After some research into such things I found that in Korea the odd swipe with a cane across a girl’s bottom is not unheard of. This was perhaps verified when Tango (Miss) reported on an experience with her Hapkido (whatever that may be) coach in Berlin.

He used to make us bend over for three or four strokes across the bottom with his stick whenever he thought we were slacking. This was painful and embarrassing to say the least.

Not much to go on, but suggestive nonetheless.

Really struggling to catch-up with an in-tray a foot thick; an episode of Abraham Heights, Magic and Spankmanship are all pending but not quite ready.

Also coming up here are few random snippets culled from the vanilla world, which may have been missed by readers but none suggested a single post.

However, this one may serve as a standalone for now. It is from ‘most embarrassing moments’ and is rather apropos.

Claire (26) wrote:

My boyfriend spanks me, it is just a thing we do and I wouldn’t have any other way. This has led to many embarrassing moments, but that kind of adds to it. He usually spanks me hard with his hand or bath brush or something on my bare bottom. It really hurts, especially if I deserve it and I sometimes even cry like a kid. But it all serves to put me in my place.

Sometimes I even have to stand in the corner, often for an hour or more, which is really embarrassing even if no one is around, which they are not (usually). Even worse is when I get sent to bed, once or twice without my supper. I hate that, but it is also kind of cool.

He has threatened to spank me in front of others, but it has only happened twice. We were on holiday at the time and thought we were in a secluded place. I had been in a bit of a strop and had mugged him off. I wasn’t surprised when he pulled down my shorts and spanked me at an old seaside shelter. He was really going for it when we heard a male voice say, “Oh sorry.”

I looked around from over his lap to see an elderly couple smirking and leaving us too it. Mark didn’t even break his stride.

Another time we were again on holiday in Greece. I had been a real pain and Mark set about spanking me with a sandal in our room. I really howled and was close to tears when the manager came in.

He was almost as embarrassed as me and said in broken English he was just checking and he left smiling.  Mark the sod carried on spanking me. I could have died.

Then he gave me a choice. Corner time while he ordered room service. I would be bare-bottomed for this I knew. Or we could walk on the beach and go to a taverna.

Of course I chose the second option but then I found out what he had in mind. I wasn’t allowed to put my bikini bottoms on and had to go out in a semi-see through sarong that didn’t completely wrap around my hips.

Luckily the beach was deserted and it was getting dark, but sitting in the corner of the bar on a sore bottom while I wrestled with a light breeze there and back was an adventure.

One Hand from Sometimes A Girl asked after any true accounts. It is a popular request and many snippets that have appeared here before certainly have purported to be true. With both on and off topic web forum’s abounding there are many such stories out there, although we have to assume that a fair proportion of them are fantasies. But as the man said, why let the truth get in the way of a good story? You are all grown-ups and when these stories do emerge you are well able to decide for yourself as to the likely voracity of such tales.

On that note here is one that originated as a corrupt file on my old 850 that was auto saved (or partially) to my back-up. I ignored it for some time because it was incomplete and in a mess. However, prompted by OHM’s request I did some delving and found one or two interesting little clips for possible future publication. But they are mostly corrupted with garbage after each paragraph.

This one was next to useless until I searched for some key words and found a more complete version. The original came from a gopher site that had I remember now was a sort of forerunner to forums like One Hand’s and the Experience Project. I used trawl this and others like it and save interesting items to a zip drive. I think most of these will be lost as the few I resaved are largely corrupt, but some cane be extracted maybe.

Coincidentally Sometimes a Girl is running some tales on its forum that echo this theme.

Again not sure what the motive for sharing this story was, but here is an edited slightly cleaned-up version of the tale.

Margaret (surname withheld in case it’s real) had this to share.

My experience of house-sharing both during my time at college in Manchester and after had been a grim one. Maybe that explains my attitude to what happened when I moved to London. I still don’t have it clear in my head. Maybe it is also sexual! I kind-of think so – ugh – that’s too messy to think about, which is why it might be true… oh I don’t know. I was sick of sticking messy flats with fridges that had stuff living in them and on one occasion rats!

(There was a lot of this side chat which was mostly culled for the final edit.)

I answered an advert for a house in Hackney to share with the landlady and one other. The one other turned out to be a mysterious City PA called Kate who I did not meet for six weeks. What her story was and how she dealt with Jane (the landlady) I don’t know for she moved out after a few months and I only met her all of four or five times.

I was 23 at the time and Jane (ever cagey about her age) was around 33 maybe. She came across as a hippy type, but she was a bit cold I thought and seemed to have about a million rules.

But the house was clean, smartish and had a reasonable sized garden. It was an end terrace up a quiet street and the rent for digs 5 minutes from a railway station was unbelievably cheap.

(There was a lot of incoherent detail about flowers and her room which has been omitted since it needed too much editing.)

The only fly in the ointment was that I was a smoker in those days and Jane had a strictly no smoking rule. Not even in the garden.

She caught me smoking on the back steps during my second week and went mental.

I got the lecturer about smoking, then one about lying and generally bollocked. Then she said something like, “I should smack your bottom, really I should.”

I got a strange feeling when she said that and I became all flushed and flustered. But she only laughed.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” she asked.

I was really embarrassed for some reason.

Jane let it go, but a few weeks later we had a few rows. Mostly about the mess, which she was totally right about. While she had been on holiday, I had carried on smoking in the garden, but she found a single butt that I had missed. Then I left the bath running. It overflowed and we had really bad flood.

I knew she wanted me to leave, or I thought she did. I don’t know for sure. I was still wrapped in my towel when she came up to see me.

“You want me to go don’t you?” I said.

Jane laughed and said I looked so cute like a naughty puppy. I said that I was sorry and offered to pay for the damage.

Then she just said, “I really ought to just spank your bottom.”

I was all shy and tongue-tied. I might have replied “Oh you wouldn’t would you?”

Jane had this odd way of talking like a hippy from a book. She said cool and man a lot, but like it was put on. Then she came back with, “Shall I? I don’t know if I shall. What do you think? Don’t you deserve a soundly smacked bottom?”

I pathetically said, “Oh please don’t.”

She went away and came back with a shoe. It was canvas with a rubber sole and I remember it was mauve with yellow spots.

She was frowning and started to tell me off and then she said “Come on, over my knee, it is smack bottom time.”

“What?” I said. There was a dizzying surge of blood to my face.

The next thing I was over her lap as she sat on the laundry basket in the bathroom while she whacked away at my bottom. All I could think at first was that my towel had slipped and my bottom was bare then I felt the sting.

At first I tried to laugh it off, but her telling me off was too authentic and the spanking really hurt. Soon I was kicking a yelling as she put me in my place.

The spanking didn’t last long and after I sat on the floor with a throbbing backside and trying not to cry. I was totally confused and didn’t know what to say.

Then she said, “You deserved that didn’t you?”

“I suppose,” I found myself saying.

She laughed and went to clean up my mess, which I should have helped with but I was too embarrassed and off balance. So I hid in my room and looked at my bottom in the mirror. She had really gone for it and I had bruises and red marks that lasted days.

It did clear the air between us and our relationship became something between aunt and big sister. She didn’t mention the spanking again and I noticed that I was less messy and the house was more relaxed.

One day I left some milk in the fridge went off and she scolded me saying ‘what you need is another spanking.’

I blushed and just gaped at her but nothing came of it. I was kind of disappointed I think now.

Then one day while Jane was away again I had a smoke in my room. There was no ashtray so I put the lit cigarette on the bedside table while I went to the toilet. When I came back the table had burned and the cigarette had fallen on the floor scorching the carpet.

I hid the damage with a book and forgot about it.

It was weeks later when she said “I have had just about enough with you and smoking.”

I was genuinely confused until she led me to my room and pointed at the burn marks.

While I spluttered out apologies Jane stormed off and came back with the shoe she had used before.

“Take your jeans and underwear down,” she said.

I argued and pleaded, but I only sounded like a kid so somehow I did what I was told.

This time I was over her knee properly and I got a really long hard spanking until I did cry. Well I say until, actually she didn’t stop when I started crying but bawled me out with the bollocking of my life and continued spanking me.

I ended up sobbing my heart out face down on the bed with my jeans and knickers still around my ankles where she told me to stay. She even threatened me with another spanking if I moved.

I felt totally punished and I didn’t even dare inspect the damage. But it was good to cry and I felt better after. Even though the door was open I even stayed put in that embarrassing position just to please her.

When she came back she put some cream on my bum and began to tell me off again as she did it. She told me I had to quit smoking and if she found out I had been smoking in or out of the house I would get more.

All this while Jane put cream on my bottom and it felt nice and I was close to her somehow.

I didn’t give up smoking for months. I just couldn’t manage it. But every time she smelled it on my breath of found cigarettes anywhere she spanked me.

Jane always spanked me hard over her knee and on my bare bottom. I almost always cried and later she always sent to me to my room.

After a while she would spank me for lots of things so that by the time I did give up smoking I was still under the cosh.

I don’t know how much of what went on Kate knew about, but most of the spankings happened after she moved out. Another girl whose name I forget moved in after that.

She didn’t stay long and I think it was because of the spankings I got. She must have known. I know I could never look her in the eye.

After a gap an older woman called Sarah moved in. She worked long hours so wasn’t there much, which suited me.

Then one day I was over Jane’s knee getting a spanking on my bare bottom in the kitchen when Sarah came home. As you can imagine I almost died. But all she said was “Don’t mind me.”

Sarah seemed to see or hear a lot of my spankings, which after that became longer and harder and more frequent I think. It was Sarah who suggested that Jane put me in the corner, which she took to doing gleefully and sometimes where Sarah could see.

I am sure that is what Sarah hoped she would do.

Sometimes I had to stand in the corner before a spanking to be left to think about it. Sometimes it was afterwards for a good cry, which I preferred if I had to do it, but it was embarrassing if Sarah was there. Occasionally I had to do both, which was totally horrible, but I usually deserved it.

It was a totally crazy time and I lived with Jane and Sarah for four years before moving in with my boyfriend. You can bet I never told him any of this.

I still don’t get it or why I went along with it. But I know it cleared the air and I always felt better after. I like to read about spanking now and sometimes I play at spanking, but nothing like with Jane. I miss the intensity and emotion of it, but not the horribly sore bruised bottoms.

The title is a pun on sound bites really, only these are picture bites. Most of these pictures were sent in by Sam and were labelled real. They certainly look real enough or at least have an authentic feel.

Most are just horseplay it would seem. The bride being spanked at a wedding has been collared with her groom’s tie and he is setting the tone for their life together.

There are two sorority pictures. The one at the airport is just girls having fun, but look at the second picture. Again just horseplay, but look closely at the paddle; it has erratically drilled holes that suggest some serious use for the implement. The amateur nature of this paddle and the state of the room do not suggest a professional shoot either. If this is not a real paddling in progress, then one has or will be administered with that implement.

The picture of the rather uncertain looking woman about to be switched is apparently ‘a volunteer on a fact-finding visit in Africa.’ I once worked with a man who had spent a gap year in Africa helping to improve female student teachers’ English. He had been most dismayed to be handed a cane-like object and authorised to use it with the caution ‘to avoid the hands.’ He said he was younger than some of the girls. Suffice to say he never used it; but he says he saw canes in action.

The remaining pictures came together with the caption ‘my sister about to be spanked by her boyfriend.’ It is not clear which image the words apply to, although the bed scene has a more genuine feel. The other might not be real, although it does have an authentic air about it.

There is no ‘proof’ of the origin of any of these images, so as ever you decide.

Had some very brief snippets on file for some time, but didn’t think they were worth running out. Then a sideways search for something else threw-up some relationship stuff. Most of this is off EP or FemFirst, the rest weren’t recorded.

Carrie wrote:

I bet my boyfriend a spanking that the girls would be beat the boys at darts in our local pub match. When I lost I put on a pair of target knickers so I could laugh it off. But I was such a bitch about it that he paid me out for real. It hurt and I was really shook up about it and he apologised. But I couldn’t get it out of my mind for weeks afterwards. When I told a girlfriend about it we realised that I kind of wanted him to do it again so she drew a target on my bare bottom. He got the message and now it is kind of a regular thing with us.

Another bet had a similar result. Terri wrote:

I bet my sister’s boyfriend that if he could beat me at table tennis he could spank me. I knew I wouldn’t lose and I wasn’t surprised when he ducked out of letting me do it afterwards. But also I think I was disappointed because I think I wanted to lose sometime and as he chickened out I couldn’t very well surrender at some future game.

But then this guy Steve, a mate of his, came around and I told him how sister’s BF had chickened out. Then I made the same bet with him. The trouble was he was about 10 years older than me and instead of going along with it he just called me a cheeky brat and gave me a spanking on the seat of my jeans for being lippy.

Then he says “If you really want to take a chance I’ll play you and if I lose I won’t take your knickers down and spank your bare bottom with the paddle like you deserve.”

I think he was teasing me but I was quite worked up and I agreed. Actually I thought I would beat him, I pretty much had an incentive. It was close, but I lost. It was so embarrassing and he didn’t go easy on me the second time so I was pretty red at both ends. Lol.

Not a bet this time but a college dare gone wrong. This girl seems to have an interesting domestic set-up which isn’t fully explained so one’s imagination tends to fill in the blanks. I like this one, even if it is a little suspect as it runs like one of my stories.

Claire wrote:

At college my friend Jan was always doing crazy things, which got her into trouble with her housemates. I have no idea what the deal was with them, but she lived with this 20-something couple in their spare room near campus, but they treated her like she was their little sister or something. I know she got nervous when she was out late if she didn’t phone them and once she admitted that she had been ‘kept in’ for a week for staying out overnight without telling them.

I thought she was exaggerating or something but then Jan did this crazy dare stunt. Some of the girls in her gym club went topless and had a roller skate race from the sports centre to the Union bar. Jan said she would go back the again only bottomless. It was just a laugh, but the girl she lived with was in the bar that night and came out while Jan was whirling around the quad. The next thing I know, Jan was over this girl’s knee getting a spanking on her bare bottom all while still wearing the skates. It was fairly full on and people were laughing but her housemate said she obviously didn’t care about going nude in public so why should she.

I was embarrassed for her, but not as embarrassed as Jan was. But by a few days later she just thought it was funny. It was just another crazy stunt to her I think.

This next one seems to be a scene anecdote and is the one I found that made me think it was worth running these. You would think that there were more such stories.

Jenni88 wrote:

After a couple of years lurking on spanking blogs I finally got up the courage to go to a munchie in west London. I should say at this point that I am a straight woman and I was looking for an older man who was into spanking and topping.

My first couple of experiences were disappointing and although the people there were very friendly, it all seemed fairly vanilla as the chat went, except for these BDSM types who seemed too wild for my needs.

Then about the third time I went I got talking to a woman in her 30s, a bit older than me, and she said that she had seen me there before and asked what I was looking for. I was very shy when it came to it and quite scared, but when I finally told her, well mostly anyway, she guessed. She said she might help.

I got to know her a bit and she took me to some clubs and even introduced me to a couple of guys. But nothing really worked out. Then one night at her flat she asked me if I had ever actually been spanked. So of course I said no.

Then she says that the next time I came around if I hadn’t got ‘any action,’ as she called it, she “would take my knickers down and spank my bare bottom.”

I told her I was straight, but she said she didn’t care and that if I didn’t want a good spanking I had better pull my finger out.

All this went through my head for days after and I didn’t know what to think. I suppose I decided that I didn’t believe her, but I know now that I did so I have to admit with hindsight that I wanted something to happen even if it was with a girl.

Anyway, I left it about two weeks to give her time to forget what she said and then I went around there. Nothing was said and we went to a club. I don’t remember a thing about it now, but we decided to come back early with a bottle of rum and just hang out at her flat.

The she says, “You didn’t even talk to anyone tonight,” had I even met anyone yet?

She didn’t wait for my answer but told me to take my skirt off and come across her knee.

Of course I refused and argued with her, while all the time that we talked I was blushing my head off and didn’t know what to say. But I couldn’t look her in the eye so when she came and took my hand and somehow I just went over her lap. It was so weird having my knickers taken down while over a girl’s knee, but I didn’t have long to think about it. She gave me a proper spanking and didn’t stop for a long time.

It really, really hurt, but when I didn’t cry she said I wasn’t really sorry and sent me into her room to fetch a hairbrush. I don’t know why, I was in a daze really, I just went and got like I was told. The spanking she gave me then had me shouting a bawling like a kid, I couldn’t believe it. She gave me a hug and said she knew that she was a bitch, but next time she would do worse and make me stand in the corner.

She said “did you enjoy it?”

When I said of courses not, she says “Good, that makes it more fun for me. See I told you I am bitch.”

The red marks and bruises on my bum were totally fascinating and for about a week I just stood in front of the mirror looking at them before I went to bed and relived the whole thing in my head, if you know what I mean.

I was drawn to go back to her like a moth to a flame and this time she spanked me really hard and did what she said and put me in the corner. I was spanked many times after that, she even took me to parties and had friends round to show me off. Not only was I her little project but for a while I was her slave of sorts.

She didn’t do anything overtly sexual with me, but I was caned, tied up and all kinds of quite strict stuff. We both loved it when I cried, but for different reasons I think. For me it was sort of a release and very cleansing.

Eventually I met my boyfriend and became his sub, but I am glad I had the experience. Sorry if that was a bit long, but you did ask how I got started in this.

If these little snippets are not enough for you, you can find more over at Sometimes a Girl. I did once publish a story from there and thought about doing it again by editing together the disparate strands of comments into a single narrative, but last time it caused some offence and not a little confusion, so maybe I’ll hold off.

Meanwhile if I find anything else I’ll post them here.

Over the years I had some interesting anecdotes and hints of a spanking Japanese culture. Once at a party two Japanese girls told me they preferred Japanese men because they were strong.

“She mean strict,” her friend piped up.

The language barrier was too severe to glean more. However, I did get some interesting anecdotes from others that have been previously posted here. Then a reader, Tom, sent a link in. Thank you, Tom.

The link led to some weird Japanese porn and the post Tom had directed me to, had been deleted. Why I don’t know, the undeleted stuff showed no restraint. Believe me, you don’t want to know.

As for the spanking there was this. An exchange in the comments (edited) from the deleted post went:

“I didn’t think Japanese girl were spanked.”

“Oh yes we are, my boyfriend makes me bend over couch at our apartment with panties down and spank me hard.”

Another contribution was; “My boss spanks me at office. It hurts a lot but it is kind of cool.”

“Your boss spank? My boss spanks me. But then we go out to dinner? Where are you? I am in Tokyo.”

There does seem to be a fascination with spanking at the office and at least a semblance of non-consensual spanking in their erotica. Furthermore, a vanilla friend of mine was shocked that 20-somethings wore school uniforms as a fashion statement even in the office. I was asked to picture a lot of Japanese women secretaries in school uniforms and short skirts eager to please their bosses. Of course I didn’t, that would be wrong.

One other comment amused me.

“I want to go to England,” one girl confided, “All the girls get spanked there. I want a boss who spanks me too when I’m bad.”

She must mean the other England. But it is interesting that they are as intrigued by spanking among the British as perhaps some of us are towards them.

One never knows what is around the corner and I have a few things to see to.

Not to mention the fact that there is some housekeeping to do on the blog. So if you will excuse me I will let this stand as a post while catch-up.

Normal service returns tomorrow.

Been so busy this week that the posts, and much else is a little behind the schedule. I am often too busy at the weekends so I do often miss a post on Sunday, but missing a midweek post like Thursday is rare.

Sam sent in some real sorority pictures which I publish without comment and let you make-up your mind about them. Viz spanking, three of them are highly suggestive I think, what about you?

Another picture post tomorrow.

It seems to me that realism in vintage spanking erotica is rare.

But the two pictures above are to my mind so realistic that they have the look and feel of a real spanking in action.

Although this is highly unlikely, it does suggest that the photographer, if not the actors, were into their art and not merely going through the motions for a bit of commercial ‘flage.’

As regular readers will know, from time to time this blog runs anecdotes of supposed real spanking adventures. These are often random snippets dug up from an old back-up drive of stories culled from the Internet over the last 20 years (has the Interweb really been with us that long?) or recent discoveries from various sources like the Experience Project, Life Forum, FemFirst and such like.

It is fascinating but readers tend to fall into two camps with regards to their response to these snippets. The first group ‘doubt’ that they are true (as well they might – many are quite farfetched) and the second swallow them whole and (sometimes) expect one to introduce them to the actors in the anecdotes on a social basis. Well this last is an exaggeration, but you would be surprised.

On the whole I do not care if the stories are true or not. They are published in much the same way that Will Henry published his case studies back in the 1960s and 70s, but I know others have higher standards. Nevertheless, these little snippets are among the more popular features of this blog and people actually comment and email asking for more. But since the factory just outside Newport Pagnell that used to manufacture these tales has closed down, we are a hostage to what can be found.

My point is it is evident that everyone should keep a large pot of salt handy when dealing with anything one finds on the Internet and so it should be with this blog when it comes to anecdotes. As ever you pay your money and you takes a chance and for entertainment purposes only here is the first of two stories found online. They have both been edited and ‘spruced up’ a bit for public consumption and for a change they were both long enough for a post each. One I have had for a while and originally came off Collarme and the first one (I think) was found on FemFirst.

Cassie wrote:

On the subject of lesbian spanking, a subject close to my heart (grins), one of my early adventures in this game was not a scene deal. Back in the early 70s I worked as nurse for a couple in Surrey. The gentleman had various medical issues I won’t bore you with and I had to be on hand and live in pretty much 24/7.

They had a 20-year-old daughter Elisabeth who had dropped out of university and was also living with them. She was cute and I suspected at once that she was onside, but as she was such an unpleasant brat and because I was rather dubious of mixing pleasure with business, I decided to back off.

This was particular tough as my own girlfriend of the time was making tracks, and living in a small town as I was in those days was not the best recipe for getting any action. So I think I became a bit of an officious bitch with a stick up my arse as only a 23-year-old cynic can be.

Elisabeth and I clashed over everything, a situation made worse because originally I had been assigned her room and on her return from college I had been relegate to a pokey box room above the garage. This was not only uncomfortable but made by job more difficult. But she didn’t care about that because as I say she was a total brat.

One day while her parents were out, he rarely went anywhere I recall so I think it must have been a hospital visit, well anyway I caught Elisabeth around her father’s meds. I have no idea what she was doing, maybe trying to score something or just trying to make me look bad, I didn’t know or care.

All I knew was that she was bending over my medicine table in her father’s room with those long legs of hers and showing me her little white panties as I came in. I wore midis by then but she still wore hot pants or as on this occasion, a little short A-Line floral dress.

I was furious and shouted at her and she turned on me and said I was a maid or servant, something like that and couldn’t talk to her like that. I said she had no business messing with her father’s medicine and told her to get out.

All hell broke loose and we had something of a cat-fight for a moment. In my defence she totally started it but I soon got the better of her. As we thrashed about on the bed I manoeuvred her over my lap and got a swat in on her bottom.

Her attitude changed at once and although she was obviously still mad at me she started acting more like a kid and saying childish things. I think she actually said ‘I’ll tell my dad.’

I spanked her again and then after a minute of struggling with her, really set to it. At some point I got her little panties down and was spanking her bare bottom. Although she made a lot of noise she didn’t really try all that hard to break free so I was able to give her a long hard spanking until her little bottom was really quite red.

When I finally did let her up she burst into tears and ran off to her room.

I thought I had gone too far and totally expected her to tell her father and get me the sack or even bring assault charges or at least tell the agency. But the next day it was as if nothing had happened.

A day or two after that there was a knock on my door one evening and I opened it to find a rather mousey little Elisabeth standing there. She said she was sorry and that she hoped I wasn’t still mad at her.

I found myself giving her a maternal lecture about the danger of drugs and the risks to her father if she had mixed the meds up. Bear in mind that I was all of three years older than Elisabeth. Then at some point she shyly admitted that she deserved a ‘smacked bottom’ and I said that she hadn’t had half enough in my view. I might have said more but she just became very embarrassed and quickly left.

For a few minutes I thought I had overplayed my hand but then there was another knock and Elisabeth had returned. She had with her a hairbrush with the kind of flat side that can be useful sometimes.

I told her that if I spanked her again this time it would be really hard and done properly. She couldn’t look at me and just went redder in the face.

I still didn’t particularly like her and decided to make a point rather than make it playful. So I sat down in a hard chair and took her over my knees in a business-like fashion and made her bare her bottom her again.

It was hard to hold her in place as I spanked her but I really hit her hard over and over until my arm ached and I could not carry on. Her bum was really well marked with bruises and she was crying for all she was worth. But the funny thing was that Elisabeth made no attempt to get up. So after I had rested for a bit I started spanking her some more and she took it.

I went slower this time although just as hard and really made a night of it. Then after a really long time and quite a few tears I made her lay face down on the bed while I put something on her bottom. One thing led to another and she stayed the night with me.

We were careful but the next day she could hardly move and watching her try to sit down was totally funny. Her bottom was purple for about a week, I should know because I had full and thorough encounters with it.

She still had some yellow marking when I spanked her again. I don’t remember the pretext but I spanked harder and longer if anything and so it went on for months. I don’t think her bottom was white again until after I left.

Spankville II here tomorrow.

The intro to this and another snippet can be found here.

Kimberly wrote:

I have been into spanking and the thought of being thoroughly punished for as long as I can remember but I didn’t do anything about it until last year when I was 32.

To give you some ideas of my fantasies and what preoccupies me I’ll tell you about my favourite video.

It is oriental so I don’t know the story or who made it. I downloaded it from somewhere several years ago.

A young girl is strapped face down naked from waist down on a bed with no mattress. There is a pillow or something under her hips so that her bottom sticks up and a man and a woman in uniforms shout angrily at her for a while. Then the man gets a long stiff whip thing which is a bit like a cane but longer and more swishy and starts whipping her with it. All the while the other woman is grinning and urging him on so he does it harder and harder.

The girl on the bed has really big marks on her small bottom and is screaming and crying as she begs for mercy. The first time I saw it I was horrified with myself for enjoying as it is really harsh and dark. But later on the three of them let their characters slip for a moment and the girl on the bed grins with pleasure. It actually kind of spoils it for me a bit, but I am also glad that it has that bit in it.

My own real life adventure came over a year ago when I went to a munchie. It was quite boring at first and I didn’t know anyone, but the second time I went I got invited to a party at a club.

It was quite an eye-opener and I saw girls on frames and bent over benches as well as people playing at OTK in the corner. It was exciting because it was really happening and I hadn’t seen it before, but some of it also looked kind of fake.

Then I met a guy at the bar called Terry. He was a lot older than me and asked if it was my first time. I lied and said ‘no.’

He saw through me right away and said that I deserved a sound spanking.

“Not here,” I blurted.

He nodded and we just talked. He told me he was into canes and heavier implements and didn’t like fake scenes. Rather more, he went in for the real thing and that a lot of women didn’t want that or couldn’t handle it.

I didn’t know what to say but I did tell him I wondered what a proper caning like they had in old-fashioned schools was like.

“You mean six of the best?” he asked me.

“Or more,” I said pointedly.

“I’ll give six as it is your first time. For lying,” he said from nowhere.

Part of me wanted to protest and I became shy, but he told that I should try it, but that if it wasn’t for me then we wouldn’t do it again.

I agreed and said I would come to his house if he gave me the address and he told me off. He told me I had to be careful and that I didn’t know him. It was scary and reassuring at the same time. We finally agreed to meet in a pub in Chiswick with a friend of mine who didn’t know the whole story. Only after that did we make a proper arrangement.

It took me ages to decide what to wear and I even bought new underwear and a ‘school blazer’ from Mark’s & Spencers.

He lived in Hammersmith and because I didn’t know it I was late. “That will cost you if you come again,” he said angrily as I walked in the door. The whole situation was so real and I was so nervous I felt nauseous.

Terry had an end terrace with a double glazed extension kitted out in a way that it could become a dungeon or school room and also served as his study. As soon as I arrived he made me call him Sir and after a long telling off it was surprisingly easy to take my skirt off and take my knickers down in front of him. I had to bend over an ordinary armchair which was a bit scratchy on my tummy but that didn’t concern me then.

The first of six hurt worse than anything I had ever felt and I had to try hard not to yell. It was still hurting when he gave me another and I had to hold on tight to stop myself jumping up. I was very aroused, I could smell it and all I could think of was did he know?

I couldn’t take all six and jumped up at five. There was a mirror and I saw that my eyes were watering although I wasn’t really crying as such but it was strange to see.

“Harder than you thought isn’t it?” he said.

The way he said it, it sounded as if he thought I had given up so I quickly said, “I’m sorry Sir” and bent over again.

He told me I would get an extra two strokes for getting up and I said “yes Sir” again.

The last three hurt so much I really did cry and once he let me stand up I had to hop around the room holding my bottom.

Then he asked if he should deal with lateness today or next time and I told him I would take them that day. He made me stand in the corner with my hands on my head for ages, but was probably only about 15 minutes that time. Then I had to bend over for another six.

I made such a fuss and yelled a lot and I was crying from the first stroke. But I stayed in place and took them all. I was so proud of myself.

He let me go to his bathroom to look at my bottom in the mirror. It was awful and really sore and sexy all at the same time. It was certainly hard to sit down properly even on a sofa.

We had tea and talked about my needs and he outlined a kind of mentor situation with different punishments. There was no sex between us and I saw him for about 8 months before I met my boyfriend and stopped. During that time I had lots of belts, straps, canes, birches and everything really. I used to go home on the tube standing up and feeling that soreness under my skirt and wondered if people could guess.

My boyfriend and I are looking for someone to occasionally share in my punishments or sometimes help him punish me.

Are you there? Shyly peeping around the corner wondering if you can come in? Why not say hello? All you need to do is comment on this or any other post. All you need is a name (or just an initial even it doesn’t actually need to be your own) and a valid email address. For this purpose a valid email address has an @ in the middle and full point in the right place, such as ending in .com.

I strongly suggest that you do not use your own full name and if you are at all worried but want to open up a line of permanent communication open an anonymous  Yahoo or Google account in a chosen name.

Love Our Lurkers was originated at My Bottom Smarts.

Shortly before midnight on Wednesday the visits counter rolled past eight million in the web stats. Having flagged this on Monday I almost let it pass without comment, but being a little busy at the moment it came down to this bit of fluff for a post today or nothing.

‘Visits’ are such random pieces of data, but it is the only data available that dates all the way back to the launch. In any case, back in the day I used to be a web analyst and on the whole in my experience unique visitors are an unreliable quantum. Too many people use proxy serves when looking at this kind of blog and it is impossible to know how many people are behind the veil of a public proxy. Also caches clear at different rates so is a visitor really unique? What is the renewal interval? Over one year the headline is that this blog gets one million visitors, but I can’t believe they are all unique. My best guess is that this blog has a regular readership of between 20,000 and 30,000 who drop in about once a week on average. Frankly without detailed back-up analysis it is just a guide and in any case it doesn’t really matter.

Now if I haven’t bored you altogether I may as well clear-up some other housekeeping issues.

I am grateful for all comments but it is not always possible to reply in detail. Also for reasons not clear to me, some comments get blocked and others deleted randomly. I have very rarely blocked or deleted comments deliberately, less than 10 times this has happened I would guess. This is out of around 7,000 comments. But I do edit from time to time, for one reason or another.

Comments do also get published out of sequence. Especially when a post has a lot of comments, so you might find your comment halfway up the page before earlier comments? If you miss that his has happened you may think your comment has been rejected.

Also this blog is about 18+ females being spanked (M/F and F/F) in one guise or another. Comments that are outside this topic are a puzzle and usually ignored by me and I note by most other people. Posts that use ‘un-parliamentary’ language or certain references may get edited. I assume no malice or stupidity on the part of writers, but I have to be hypersensitive about what words may be picked up on by search engines.

Some people have asked for rules on this. That is fair, but how is this to be done? I can’t very well publish a list of sensitive words and phrases. So common sense is advised.

Whilst I am happy to facility adult consensual spanking in posts and in comments, the primary thrust of A Voice in the Corner is entertainment. So where spanking anecdotes, TV, movie and other news references maybe carried, it is not my intention to validate or vouch for this information.

Also I am notoriously sloppy about keeping track of sources of information. I collect things and forget them only to use them: days, weeks, months and sometimes years later. Although more recently I have got better at this. But I will credit, amend or delete content when issues arise or on reasonable request.

Sometimes I post things with good intentions and then take them down for reasons of taste, decency or common courtesy.

Thank you to all those who send me stories, anecdotes, pictures and many other things including words of encouragement. I cannot use much of what I am sent for one reason or another, but as regular readers will know, much I can post here; so thanks.

Above all I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for your readership and continued support.