Al fresco spanking has its risks; not least you might get caught. See this near-miss anecdote and you’ll see what I mean. The same girl also got switched in the woods just yards from what turned out to a family camping ground whilst on holiday.

In both cases the al fresco situation was incidental and quite frankly speaking for myself spanking is an indoor sport. But for others one might suspect that it is a turn-on.

The picture above reminded me of a short anecdote I once heard.

A young couple were on a picnic when she got playful and after a tussle ended up over his knee getting a bare bottom spanking. It was a semi-serious affair, but it went on for some time and the couple were completely lost in their ‘sport.’

They were interrupted by a small dog foraging around their picnic spread.

“Oh don’t mind her, she won’t hurt you,” came a cheerful voice.

Looking up they saw an elderly couple out walking the dog who followed up their warning with a cheery “Good afternoon.”

They later realised that the track through woods that they had taken for a screen led off up a hill and the couple (and anyone else) would have had a good view of the action through the trees for the long duration of their approach.

Some years ago while on a business trip to Europe a colleague and I went to a Chinese restaurant for lunch. The premise was an old style establishment run by a Chinese family with more than a hint of sympathy for the New China.

In the corner was a TV churning out Chinese government news reports interspersed with soaps.

Then after a while on came a TV historical drama with girls in pretty dresses and a rather comically evil empress complete with hissing as she sat on a throne. The hissing was imagined as the sound was turned down.

Then a girl in yellow silk was dragged before the empress and thrown Monty Python-style to the ground on her front. Whereupon two splendid gentlemen in black began to spank her with paddles better suited to rowing the Queen Mary.

Since then I have seen many replays of this same scenario, many better executed with more subtle and delicate paddles. Perhaps it is an old staple of such imperialist Chinese dramas, like Indian movies which continuously rehash the happily-ending Romeo and Juliet scenario with singing and dancing.

Most of these dramas, like the one I saw, have the girls lusciously dressed in silk and spanked, often in pairs, fully clothed in such a described manner. But occasionally there are racier scenes where the girls are nude.

Ironically the nude versions are more nuanced and realistically executed, although I suspect the introduction of public nudity in reality may have been reserved for men. That is how it seems in period photos, which are grainy affairs with dour looking Europeans standing over them. This latter point about colonialism begs the question of how far back such public punishments go in Chinese culture.

Most of these recent scenes are well filmed with high production values and are satisfying intense, making one wonder about how spanking erotica is viewed in the Far East. Also that many of the more modern scenarios have focused on domestic spanking and sometimes caning, which is a departure from this tradition. Sometimes even introducing an openly erotic element between girlfriend and boyfriend.

I know Korea has explored this arena to good effect and have often tackled this subject head on in mainstream cinema, but unfortunately most have yet made to our screens and DVD shops. Some of the pictures above may in fact be Korean, my apologies but from this context I cannot be sure.

It is also worth pointing out that the top picture is a domestic scene where it looks like a cane is being used.

Every once in a while Sam sends me an interesting picture or two. These, as he says, have that real feel about them. As ever you decide.

Have you ever spanked a girl when she sets her jaw and refuses to react? That is a question asked by a male spanker and I do think this is a girl spankee thing, but girl-on-girl aficionados may have the same issue.

Sometimes you can spank for minutes on end and she just growls under her breath and refuses point blank to surrender. Usually this makes things worse for her. But it can leave a sour taste if she takes it too far and instead of clearing the air, a spanking can really bring down a day.

This is not what she or you wanted to happen, but for some reason you have either overplayed your hand or she is in the wrong headspace.

Now as the man here you have every right to expect a decent reaction, a small one if she isn’t in the mood gives you an out and saves face all-round. That is assuming one isn’t a complete oaf. But that cuts both ways. She is not a block of wood. If you have been unjust or insensitive then it is you that fails to adequately react.

So what do you do?

Well firstly, stay calm. An “I see,” at the right time is perfect for keeping control and is your cue to back off.

To her this will sound ominous and lets her know it isn’t over. Remember the aim of the game for her and you is that you win.

If appropriate then put her in the corner, but some women do not always respond well to this and if her head isn’t right then this may be as bad as spanking her.

What you can do is let her stew awhile. Not too long unless she is really out of sorts, but then return to her and ask “What was that all about young lady?”

That usually has her, but she may get all righteous on you. Listen.

She may be talking crap, but the chances are she has a point, even if it is not the one she is trying to make. Head above the gender political parapet here, but ‘women always say what is bothering them…’ bollocks they do! Be patient, you are not so perfect yourself, even if you have to pretend you are.

The chances are it is really nothing so don’t let it faze you. Just spank her again.

The pictures above are the classic little reactions that make it satisfying, but don’t too far. Make a stab at judging overreaction from ‘oh my god I can’t stand it and will need therapy after this.’ But then again, usually unless it is early in the relationship, the lady probably protests too much.

Have a Merry Christmas one and all – no post tomorrow.

Schadenfreude is a German word meaning ‘to take pleasure from someone else’s misfortune.’ This sentiment or emotion often goes to the heart of those interested in spanking and this is also true where consensual spanking is concerned.

From time to time A Voice in the Corner gets comments and emails lamenting articles on real life spanking and indeed stories that are not entirely about fully conscious consent. In real life this attitude is commendable and entirely appropriate. As the disclaimer for this blog has it, ‘Spanking and other sexual activities represented here are intended for adults. Nothing here should be interpreted as advocating any non-consensual spanking activity.’

But this blog does try to explore the unconscious and contradictory nature of the spanking need. A story with the naked plot ‘I want to be spanked, will you spank me?’ has a limited interest. Especially if after every page you feel you have to break into the narrative with the caution ‘this spanking is entirely consensual and no bottoms were harmed during its creation.’

Nevertheless, it is worth exploring the honour, taste and appropriate attitudes of enjoying or merely reading stories about the punishments of yesteryear. After all a memoir about a woman being birched as a maid in an Edwardian household might have been written to horrify or educate the modern audience. At best it is likely that the woman telling her story seeks only to amuse by way of grim humour. She may well be horrified if she knew that some gained some gratification from it.

But then again she may not. Why should we assume what was in the mind of the long dead? When one writes anything and gives it to the world, one cannot dictate how those words will be received. Writing is not a passive medium; it is an art form that is born of an interaction between the writer and the reader. If one wants to retain control then write only for a private diary.

One also has to consider that what was written may never have happened. Just because someone says it is a true account, does not mean that it is. In fact it is often the case that these ‘true accounts’ were written for the very purpose for which they were received.

Furthermore consider this excerpt originally written as a true account:

“I was seized by three large men who bundled me into a car. The next thing I know they were stripping me naked and despite all my protests drove me to an old warehouse and hung me up by my wrists. The whipping they gave me hurt more than I can say and the more I sobbed and begged the more they laughed and beat me.”

“It was lovely. The best thing about it was that I could enjoy the whole thing free of guilt and there was no danger that they would take any account of my begging.”

“Of course sadly this never really happened. Oh how I wish it had. But a girl can hope can’t she.”

This is not a great piece of writing and even if it had been well written it is far too extreme for most tastes, even those of this author. But reading the first paragraph were you titillated or horrified? Did the second paragraph change your mind or validate your feelings?

What about the third, with the admission that the whole thing never happened? What if it had? Is the fantasy only valid if it comes with a warning?

The important thing is that we discern what we can control from what we cannot. But more than that, we must know where we draw the line. If one cannot be honest about that and only permit oneself approved emotions, then that line is far more easily crossed.

Another important factor is how much time has passed. We might deny this, but schadenfreude is much harder to swallow when it is about current affairs rather than history. This is even true in our own lives, even when we consider issues such as punishment. Time heals and years on we might find our previous misadventures funny.

But getting back to cases, what if we agree that we are talking only of fantasy. How is it then valid to enjoy non-consensual punishment scenes even if they never happened? Many have been troubled by this, as has this author. Many domestic scenes featured on this blog in the past might be said to have bordered on abuse, even though the characters never existed.

Some can be justified because such stories have been used as metaphors or to explore the origins of the spanking fetish. But this is beside the point maybe and for some ducks the question and leaves them unsatisfied.

Consider this then. If schadenfreude in spanking stories is inappropriate it is a society-wide malaise and there is no particular reason to single out the spanking community. Indeed one might argue that there is far less reason to single them out.

This week in the UK millions enjoyed Sherlock Holmes making jokes about murder and then describing such incidents during, of all things, a best man’s speech. Sherlock (BBC TV) is at least often tongue in cheek about it.

Elsewhere serious and sadistic murder is the staple of TV and movies and has been for decades and yet millions more beyond the spanking community gobble up such fair with scarcely a backward glance; schadenfreude anyone? At least in a spanking book nobody dies or is even really harmed.

As both a writer and a reader one draws one’s own line, but there is such thing as society and it has rules. It is not always a defence to say that no one is hurt by fiction. Sometimes bad taste is harm enough. But we must beware here too, for who is to say what bad taste is and where do enforceable lines get drawn?

A champion of ethics once said ‘if it feels wrong, then it probably is wrong’ but then there is real life and schadenfreude.

Coming to terms with one’s own dark side and trying to square that with real life, human rights, gender rights and just plain good taste is a circle that can never be entirely squared. It is a fascinating and constant struggle we explore and one that can only exist perhaps as an adjunct to our lives or kept in a box marked ‘handle with care.’

New York sorority girls being publicly hazed in their underwear circa 1900

sorority initiation long island

Sorority hazing and the paddle has been a part of US college culture for decades as some of the pictures above testify. One rather suspects that there was less public nudity before the 1970s but that is a sign of the times when college girls disrobe for hijinks in a public bar. This subject has been covered before, but it remains ever popular. In light of the article on Friday you can decide whether this is good taste and good clean fun or as some would have it, somewhat sinister. On this occasion I merely offer it as reportage.

Just for some context a national debate in the US led to a former sorority girl writing to anti-hazing campaigner Susan Lipkins suggesting politely that she may be overreacting in the majority of cases.

She wrote:

“After a week the bruises are gone. No serious injury has ever set in. Stripping naked, bending over and allowing someone to inflict pain is a surrendering of authority to the group. It’s humiliating, it hurts and most girls like me cry their eyes out. It is however not mean, not abuse and it shouldn’t be criminal.  Feel that if you want to be part of the group then you have to take your medicine just like every other woman who has been through it.”

Some defence, I bet Ms Lipkins rested her case.

The second is from a comment made in 2006 on the now defunct Aunty Agony blog.

Another Susan wrote:

I was a sorority member in the late 90s. Paddling doesn’t occur within national chapters as often because their organizations are monitored more closely. It happens, but it’s hidden-out-in-the-open, if you follow.

Local chapters on the other hand, as I was part of, generally aren’t regulated as closely, and let me tell you, we girls did much worse hazing than some of the frats! LOL

Paddling was standard in some orgs, as were pledges with black and blue bottoms after the intake process! Mine sure was! I’ve been spanked since, but never as hard as that. We had to take the paddle on bare skin but you’re told to wear a thong. Some of our sisters would swing so hard it lifted me up on my feet even though I was bent over the back of a couch. I cried and felt like passing out. It took weeks for my rear to heal.

It became sort of a joke after it, because whenever you’d be in the showers, you’d always know which of us pledged an org that paddled by the bruised rears! Some wouldn’t use the gym showers until their bruises cleared up. A few even quit over it. Sometimes somebody’s parents would get upset and make a big deal over it, make threatening phone calls to administration calling us “sickos,” but they knew they’d never be able to stop it because the new girls are so desperate to join they’re willing to be paddled to get in, some look forward to it. It’s hardly a secret. And as Katie – above – said, we’d have a lot of fun doing it to the new pledges.

To be honest, twice I had pledges who started crying hysterically while I paddled them. The first time it didn’t bother me because the girl was a real bitch. Two other girls had to steady her while I swung away. She was one of the few where I intentionally broke the skin so she bled a little.

The other time a pledge really broke down, I wanted to stop, but my sisters indicated otherwise with instructions not to ease up on my swings. With each loud WHOP she’d go quiet for a second and then just wail! She hardly spoke to me all year even though I apologized and tried to make friends.

I’ll admit though I saw it get out of hand. Personal disputes between girls always made the paddlings worse. I saw a few fights break out during initiations, and I know there were girls who went to see a doctor because of their bruises. I can’t imagine how they explained it!

Who is the bitch here (a rough lot)?

Here is another lighter story that comes second hand in another comment.

Spankdaddy wrote:

I was lucky enough to get a few bits about a sorority spanking that is 100% true.  Sorority paddling is alive and well at NC State University.  I work in a Nature Park that employees  college students as part time summer help.  I became friends with a very attractive sophomore student last fall.  She is attending NC state University.  She told me she was pledging a sorority in the spring.  Being the spanko I am I casually said, “ so you are going to get a blistered ass to be a member?”  She replied, “NO WAY. They don’t do that anymore.  It’s against the rules to haze anymore. “

“It may be against the rules of the college but I think it still goes on,” I replied.

“You sound just like my mom.  She told me she got her ass paddled a lot when she pledged and she expects me to get the same thing.  I don’t think it will happen, the university has outlawed hazing,” she went on to say.

This year she returned in the fall to work and I asked her, well did you get paddled?

She replied, “HELL YA, My ass was red and sore for a solid month.  My big sister paddled me every night and every Saturday night the whole group got paddled.”

She didn’t go into details.  I’ll try to get more details if I can.  NC State still has sororities that paddle pledges.

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Who said girls weren’t tough. As I said I think this raises some of the issues discussed in last Friday’s article.

A reckless youth strand on Life Forum led to couple of interesting snippets: more on the others at a later date. This one was kind of fun but by the sounds of it this project didn’t get very far which is a perhaps not surprising.

Chloe wrote:

I was at college back in the 1990s and majored in psychology. A whole group of us used to hang out and think up crazy projects for extra credits and try and outdo each other. One of the group, Jools, was asked to come up with something that was contemporary, American and focused on unusual aspects of crime and punishment.

I had once told Jools that I had been spanked at home and theoretically at least still might be even though I was 19. Jools thought that spanked over 18’s was ‘unusual’ enough, although I wasn’t so sure. So we hatched the great idea that I should be spanked in a domestic setting for a real crime and that it should be recorded, either videoed or recorded with stills.

Remember this was back before camera phones, so it had to be set-up. But I said I would think about it. Yeah, I was that dumb, but I had mixed up feelings about spanking back then and was exploring it all.

Despite what I said there was no way I was going to tell my folks about it, but I was feeling kinda guilty about some stuff I had done. A got a ticket for one thing and my grades were bad after goofing off. So I worked out that I could talk to my aunt about it. She had threatened spank me more than once and unlike a spanking from my parents it sort of interested me.

In the end I winked out on it and couldn’t pluck up the nerve. But I did manage to bring up the subject of spanking at her house when her friend April was there. Aunt K wasn’t listening, I don’t think, but April was and suggested I called on her.

I must have been busting to talk because when my aunt went out I went over and I told April about the whole thing. She thought I was crazy and asked why I couldn’t spank or be spanked by one of the group and film that if we must.

I told her that the idea was it had to be real. We had to document a domestic spanking situation as it happened to young women in modern America. When she said it wouldn’t be real anyway since I hadn’t done anything, I told her about some of the issues I had been feeling guilty about.

She got a little mad and said that she should tell my aunt or my folks, but since I was over 18 that I should count myself lucky. Also she said that if I was her daughter she would spank me, even at nearly 20 as I was.

So dummy says, “why don’t you spank me then and then we can make it work?”

The next thing I know she agrees and tells me to take my pants off while she goes out of the room. At home I got spanked over pants usually but I didn’t argue about that. But I tried to tell her that we had to get a tape and some pictures to document it.

She just yelled at me and said that my silly project was another matter, then she pulled me over her knee and pulled down my pants (which had stayed up while I argued) and then my panties. I didn’t realized until then that she had gotten a hairbrush and man did she let me have it.

At first I was too embarrassed about my panties being down but I soon forgot that. A spanking had never hurt as much before.

Afterwards she had me stand in the corner with my panties still down as this was the way that ‘she’ did it. My folks never did that, I was so embarrassed. But I felt totally punished and like a kid, but with that same forgiven feeling I knew then that I had been missing. There was also a sexy part to it which was one of the things I had fantasized about.

I had to stand there for a long time, maybe 40 minutes, I didn’t time it. Then we had a long talk about stuff. She said she would spank me anytime I needed it and I agreed, although we never did even talk about it again.

In fact I never told anyone and in the end me and Jools settled for interviews of students about spanking experiences and attitudes. But ironically my grades did get better.

Apparently (at least) one of these pictures is of a genuine corner time sanction (as opposed to a professional pose). Rather than just post it as such and provoke an immediate contrary post to spoil the fun, I decided to put up this and let your imaginations linger for a while.

In the summer of 2011 a curious scene was conceived. A dark tale of a young ambitious woman and an old man who knew more about her and her world than he would ever let on. At first glance it was a simple caning, but it soon became apparent to the author that far from being just a conventional school setting, somehow directly or indirectly, the fate of a world hung in the balance. But just who were these players? The spell of Magic had begun to weave its way into the author’s mind.

Now almost two and half years later this story is nearly told and in due course the last chapter and epilogue will be published. Hopefully there will not be too many loose ends and perhaps at the last perhaps some questions will remained unanswered. Life is rarely tidy and nor is this tale.

Perhaps fittingly for such a perilous story, for a while it might not have been written at all. And even if it had been it may have gone the way of many such mercurial shorts and become a ‘here today, gone tomorrow’ disposable curio on a page. However, the author had long entertained the idea of a romance between a sinister young mage and his beautiful apprentice, but had been unable to put any depth into the characters or find a convincing storyline.

Then the author saw how an ambitious and powerful man might be distracted by love and a power-seeking woman by an older mysterious man. Of course social conventions, stalking demons, stern instructors and war might intervene first. But could love triumph?

So armed with one scene and a romantic concept, the author began to research and develop a backstory for an extensive new world with its own rules of magic, cities and cultures. The result might be described as the Wizard of Earthsea meets 50 Shades of Grey, but more than that it encompasses not only demons and dragons, but a drawn out world with its own lore and customs where young apprentices wrestle with their newfound power and a hidden desire to surrender it.

Originally the story was intended to focus almost entirely upon the noble Katrin De Lacy and her master Arlon Fear, the young magus assigned to teach her on the path of knowledge and to becoming a mage herself. But it soon became apparent that the other characters would not easily roll over. So in addition to Katrin and Fear, personalities such as Tabitha with her love-hate-love relationships with anyone who would spank her; Amber Sage, the sexually ambiguous wise young student teacher and witch; and above all the mysterious and uncompromising wizard Dniester who had first inspired this tale, began to show that they would not be so easily vanquished.

It is an epic adventure amounting to over 200,000 words and set over several years. So for the reader it is quite an investment and for those looking for a routine spanking tale, then this plot and characterisation-heavy story may not be for you.

But along the way the adventure combines extensive and frequent spankings and other imaginative punishments with love and adventure, the domestic and the collegiate, and the hard core sinister with the tenderness of the willing submissive.

It also encompasses sex and spanking, love and betrayal as well as wars, quests and demonic possession. Of course not everything and everyone are what they seem in this exploration of power and transformation. So perhaps you should proceed with caution. Otherwise be ready to see the world and the nature of the world in a new light. You may find that it is Magic.

If you want to read it from the beginning then you will find it here. But there is also a useful guide to the characters and circumstances of their world to be found here.

The weekend was somewhat busy and instead of a casual Sunday afternoon web catch-up, I had to leave it the Round-Up until today. Then guess who got stuck on a train in the bad weather? The picture above was snagged from Able’s Tumblr, but it rather sums up today. So no real round-up today.

On that note I have been very slow elsewhere too. A number of people wrote to me in the ding weeks of last year with offerings, observations and questions. Thank you for taking that time and trouble and thank you for considering me and this blog worthy of seeking advice and offering such fine goodies. However, apart form at most a brief reply of acknowledgment I have not had time to go through off of these and get back to some people with a considered reply. My apologies for that; I am still working on it.

On a happier note, tomorrow as scheduled the final part of Magic will finally appear here. Unfortunately I have lost the prepared graphic which I had been saving and have had to use a last minute replacement. Never mind, onwards and upwards.

Mary-Anne from Singapore responded to the spoof post last week by sending in an apparently true story culled from a Korean medical forum via Google translate. No verifying information could be found and the picture above is not related to this story. Also the text was mostly garbled and this is an edited clean-up, hence the clumsiness. These is no way to be certain that isn’t also a spoof, so beware.

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Whilst the spank or not to spank debate rages, especially since the Gunnoe findings threw a scientific spanner in the works. Researchers in Japan have been on another track altogether.

Apparently scientists have been experimenting with the effects of spanking on a range of volunteers. They have been testing for physical, psychological and sexual effects.

The provisional findings suggest that the subjects could handle more pain if they were told it was for science than otherwise, also the spanked subjects were less likely to be depressed than the control group. They also found that 75% of women had some level of sexual response to posterior stimulation, which was twice that of men.

One scientist was quoted as saying “So long as the pain was not too great, it seems that the harder the subject is beaten, the greater the sexual response.”

She went on to say that “This was also true of psychological tests, but except for depressives the effects were much less.”

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The rest was unreadable gobbledygook, but the Gunnoe reference is a real enough study by Calvin College, Michigan, which has used international data in support of the pro-spanking lobby. So make of it what you will.

I have no idea if this title is an acceptable one, but following a post on the colour red and the effects of spanking a short while back, I had some useful and interesting feedback on spanking among black people (or ‘people of color’ as seems to be the common nomenclature in the US).

There was some question as to whether black girls went red or not and the perception that they don’t may account for there being less black women in spanking movies.

Following this I stumbled across a Tumblr featuring ‘ebony spanking’ and lifted the above pictures to further this debate.

Barabara1956 recently sent me a brief but rather complimentary email describing herself as a ‘crazy put-upon spanking fan since 1975.’ Published with her permission, she asked:

Although your heroines often cry, it is usually from surrender or pain. Mostly women cry when they are spanked from emotional release and the catharsis of a good spanking.

In my youth and now, I always cried after a spanking when I felt good and not bad. This was true even when I had been a bad girl and deserved it. I knew from the age of 19 that it would always be like this. As I got older I often need a reprise of pain and surrender when I was out of line for a true effect, but luckily my husband understood.

Anyway, I love your stories, especially when the women have a good cry and are sent to the corner where they belong, tee-hee.

This put me in mind of a comment culled from (I think) Fetlife, which had been put aside for a future post.

Tricia wrote:

I wasn’t spanked at home, but seem to have courted it one way or another all my adult life. I guess that does make me a spanko, duh (or I wouldn’t be here) but why did it take me 10 years to get it. Go figure.

But what I wanted to say was before I realized that I needed to be spanked I only resented those spankings that didn’t make me cry. It was almost as if sub-consciously (sorry is that a pun?) I was thinking, well if you are going to spank me then do it properly.

I especially dig it when a man takes me there, but until recently I found that most men used to hang back or stopped when I kicked off (which is totally cool and a bummer at the same time), where women usually let me have it. In my twenties I had one crazy sexual-social life.

Serves me right for being a consensual non-consent fetishist I guess.

I love the ‘consensual non-consent fetishist,’ comment. I might use it some time.

No not a new feature, but I just saw this presumably perfectly innocent vanilla news picture on a non-spanking Tumblr. It was no doubt culled from a serious report about the prison system or airports and the use of body scanners.

Then beyond the obvious prominent feature of the shot I noticed the guard was wearing a certain type of glove. And people ask where I get my ideas from.

Selfies (the trend for taking own photo with your camera phone) are quite the thing at the moment. An unattributed poll on a Fetlife group I follow suggested that 67% of women submissive spankos have tried self spanking at one time or another.

Shelia wrote:

Come on fess up girls, I know I did, more than once. My bath brush was best, but I had to stop because a roommate heard the noise and anyway it hurt too much.

Couple this with the camera phone and there could be a lot of candid pictures out there somewhere.

Well ‘old’ only in Internet terms. It has stood now for approaching five years and apart from the occasional sprucing up is as much as it was.

The other day I decided to revamp the sign post at the entrance and to my surprise went on to sell 40 books in one day. Now that doesn’t exactly mean I can give up the day job as much as I would like to increase productivity. But it does help with hosting, PC and software costs. So that is nice.

Not my point though.

The mini revamp made me wonder if most people even knew the bookshop was there. I know about once every six weeks I shameless plug a book, but that is much to do with fillers as anything. So I thought it was worth maybe posting on the entire bookshop.

Some of the stories can only be obtained by buying the book. The Russell Corner, first published in 2009 and now re-worked and on its second edition, is a comparative bestseller and can only be read if you buy it. For a first novel and an early example of my spanking work it has been surprisingly well-received. To me it seems clumsy and intense.

Also some of the short story collections contain stories that have never before been published. Other projects are in the pipeline.

So if you didn’t know, then do check out the Bookshop in the Corner or the LSF DJ Black shop, which offers slightly different titles in some regards.

Not a vintage Monday either. I am just on leave this week.

A young lady called Sazza sent me an email subject tagged ‘for publication’ with this picture saying “This could be me and my sisters,” and signed off “Sorority Spanking Rocks.”

This very shy woman’s brief missive did not make it clear if she was saying that she thought that this was her, or as I suspect, just that she had been in this position. As yet she hasn’t replied to my reply and I suspect now that she won’t so enjoy this possible candid.

No idea where this came from. It has been on the hard drive since before my PC was replaced two years ago. It is probably a spanking shoot picture, but I love the expression on her face and the ‘reality feel’ of it.

As you might guess, I am still on leave, hence the light post.