British Spanking

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Kathy, Bella, and Bruce.

This is a collection of four spanking stories with a British theme. The main story is the length of a novella, and the book also includes three other short spanking stories.

Chapter 1: The Uniform

Deep in the Wiltshire countryside there lay a small village. It was much like every other quaint village in the county, unassuming, with a wealth of charm. It was the type of place that had one pub in the center of the village, as well as pretty much one of everything. A post office, a butcher’s, a newsagent. Like any village in Wiltshire, it seemed to have developed its own evolutionary history, tailored for the specific needs of the villagers themselves and, to some degree, for the people of neighboring villages.

Whatever the village lacked, it could almost certainly be found in the nearby town of Swindon. Truth be known, though, none of the villagers ever enjoyed visiting Swindon, the town of ruffians that had grown considerably during the early 1950s, when the town had been designated as a London overspill town.

If one of the villagers ever had the misfortune of having to make that trek, they always did so with their car doors firmly locked. Whether they entered into the town from the north or, like much of the southern parts of Wiltshire, entered from the south, these villagers would invariably have to pass through one of the dreaded ‘P’s to get into the town centre.’ These were council estates that all started with the letter P: Penhill and Pinehurst in the north and Park South and Park North in the south of the town.

Once these scared villagers had navigated their way through their imagined war zones of the P’s, they would soon descend upon the awful roundabout that would lead them into the town centre. It was a ghastly aberration of technical engineering that was known as ‘The Magic Roundabout,’ but there was nothing at all magic about it for an outsider. To the locals it was as simple as turning a page in the daily newspaper, but to the villagers who visited Swindon it resembled the ‘Tower of Hanoi’ puzzle.

There were some things that could be found in Swindon, though, things that you would never find in the small villages throughout the county. Kathy, a 34-year-old housewife, had one such item, which could only be found in the town. She had been shopping with her husband one day when she spotted the item in an outdoor market, but she wouldn’t dare purchase it for fear of embarrassment. Thankfully, her husband had no such reservations. He spoke to the market seller in a confident tone about some imaginary themed party that he and his wife were attending, and the market seller spoke back to him just like any businessman would, telling the customer what he would likely want to hear in order to make a sale. All the while, Kathy stood in the background with her face illuminated by the radiant blush on her cheeks. Later that same day she blushed again, only this time she was wondering if the market seller actually knew why people would buy the items that he was selling, or, more to the point, that particular item that he sold to Kathy’s husband.

What was this item that Kathy and Bruce had purchased?

It was a St. Trinian’s outfit, reminiscent of the original outfit from the 1950s films. On the day that Bruce had bought it for his wife, he had told the market seller that they were attending a fancy dress party, and the outfit would be a perfect costume for such an event. What Bruce had neglected to tell the market seller was that the fancy dress party only took place in one location, and that location was in the confines of their own home.

The blue pinafore dress, which was elasticated around the waist, was complemented by other items that they had picked up during their trails. A straw boater, flat shoes, and a crisp white blouse. The added benefit of the elasticated waist of the pinafore was that the dress could be converted as they so desired. It could be worn in the traditional way, reaching down to her knees, or, on more adventurous evenings, it could be worn higher by altering where the elastic part rested on her frame. It was their little secret that brought a new spark into their lives.

There was this one day, though, where a mistake would happen, and it was a mistake that had unexpected benefits.

On the day in question, Kathy was due to entertain a guest. She was a much younger woman from the village, perhaps about 24, and they had met her at a church event. The younger woman’s name was Bella, and she had graciously accepted Kathy’s invitation to pay her a visit for some afternoon tea and sandwiches.

Soon after she had arrived, Bella had spotted the unusual-looking outfit on the clothes horse, and she had cast a quizzical eye upon it, though she didn’t mention to Kathy what had caught her attention. There had been no intention on Kathy’s part to leave the costume out on display, for she had been used to wearing it so often that it became a part of her fabric. It was absentmindedness that caused her to hang the outfit up on the clothes horse, and she had simply forgotten that it was there.

As had been planned, the two women sat at the dining room table drinking their afternoon tea and nibbling on finger sandwiches, but the outfit was burning a curious hole in the mind of the younger woman. It wasn’t something that would ordinarily be seen in the home of a woman in her 30s who had no children. Perhaps half an hour had passed before the curiosity became too much for Bella.

Using her hand to point in the direction of the item, she asked a question of Kathy, with a wry grin on her face. “Are you going to a fancy dress party or something?”

Kathy’s eyes traced where Bella’s finger was pointing, and she blushed furiously. She didn’t have the same wherewithal as her husband to make up a story on the fly, so instead, she decided to downplay the purpose of the St. Trinian’s outfit.

“That silly thing?” She replied, “That’s just something that Bruce picked up for us to have a little roleplay with. I forgot it was even there.”

It is true, Kathy had indeed forgotten that the outfit was there, because if she had remembered, it would have been hanging up in her closet, safely hidden away from any prying eyes. In this instance, those prying eyes belonged to a mischievous 24-year-old, who sported a naughty glint in those very eyes of hers.

“Interesting,” Bella sassed. “I wonder what type of roleplay you guys get up to with an outfit like that.”

The heat in Kathy’s face had soared, in no small part due to her new friend going out of her way to make her feel embarrassed. Still, she tried to save face the best way she could.

“You know what couples are like, always looking for ways to keep their marriages and relationships fresh.”

Bella wasn’t dropping it there, though; this was a most unexpected surprise and something that she certainly didn’t expect from a couple whom she had initially thought were rather stiff and prim and proper. Her devilish smile betrayed her sincerity as she pressed forward.

“Go on then,” Bella continued, “give me all of the dirty little details regarding what you guys get up to with that outfit.”

Kathy was indeed rather prim and proper in the conventional sense of the word, and she found this latest sassy comment to be a rather intrusive one. The comment caused her to become rather uppity and defensive, so she decided to turn the embarrassment onto Bella.

“If you must know, every now and then I put that outfit on to spice up our evenings. It is the perfect outfit for when a naughty girl needs a spanking.”

Kathy had intended to turn Bella’s cheeks as red as her own were with her statement, but it didn’t work. Instead, it just seemed to encourage the sassy minx further with her inquisitive little mind. With her eyes as wide as saucers, Bella responded in amazement.

“You mean he spanks you? No way! I would never have imagined that. Are you being serious?”

The younger woman was making Kathy feel very haughty indeed.

“You would be surprised by what people get up to in their own homes, but we wouldn’t even be having this discussion if I had remembered to put the outfit away before you came.”

Bella didn’t want Kathy to feel genuinely embarrassed regarding her predicament; she had only intended to playfully embarrass her. She put her hands up reassuringly and replied. “I’m not one to judge; your comment just took me by surprise, that is all.” However, now that the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, it would make for quite the afternoon conversation.

Inquisitively, Bella asked, “So how does it all work? What games do you play?”

Kathy smiled, “It’s quite simple, really. We come up with a reason as to why I need to be punished, and believe me, he’s never short of actual reasons in our day-to-day lives, then I don the full outfit, and we enact the scenario. That’s all there is to it.”

“Full outfit, you mean there’s more than just the dress?”

“Of course. If we’re going to have fun, then we might as well go the whole way, you know what I mean? I’ve got a blouse, a straw boater, knee-length socks, and I even have a satchel now.”

This revelation was quite exciting to hear for Bella; it was most surprising. Out of the blue she asked another question. “Does that mean that you also own those ghastly school knickers that we used to have to wear? You know, the bottle green ones or the navy blue type.”

Kathy laughed, “We did consider it, but no, I don’t have any of those. Besides, it’s a lot more fun when I am wearing silky undies; it drives him mad, it does.”

Bella was trying to wrap her head around what she was hearing, yet she pressed on. “So, does he actually spank you, or is it more like a game?”

With a wink, Kathy replied, “It depends on how naughty I have been. More often than not I have trouble sitting down after we have had a fun session, though once we are done we are often thinking of doing other things that don’t require sitting.”

So much for the two of them being stuck-up, Bella thought to herself as she blushed at Kathy’s insinuation as to what their post-spanking activities entailed. She was almost left speechless by Kathy’s openness about the subject.

This time it was Kathy who became inquisitive as she asked Bella, “Have you ever been spanked by one of your boyfriends?”

Now it was the younger woman who was blushing furiously. “No, never. I mean, it just never came up, you know?”

With a nod of the head, Kathy did indeed understand. Especially considering that Bella hadn’t downplayed the potential. With a grin from ear-to-ear, Kathy continued.

“Would you like to try it?” She asked.

Where on earth had that come from? Poor Bella couldn’t believe her ears. “What do you mean, try it?” she inquired.

“Bruce won’t be home for a couple of hours yet, so if you want to give it a go, then you can put my outfit on and we can have a little fun.”

It would be a lie if Bella said that she didn’t find the proposition enticing, but she would be far too embarrassed to actually take part in something like that. Despite those feelings, she was still staring at the dress intently, imagining what it would feel like. She softly declined, however, stating how embarrassed she would be about the whole idea.

Kathy was, of course, understanding. It was one thing to talk about the topic, but it was another thing entirely to actually take part in something like that, so instead, she offered a different proposition.

“How about this,” she began, “Why don’t I lay the outfit out for you in my bedroom, and then you can put it on? I’m not talking about any spanking fun; I’m just talking about trying the outfit on to see how it makes you feel afterward.”

Kathy’s statement made Bella think long and hard regarding what she just said. It would certainly be fun to try the outfit on, but she wasn’t sure that she would be emotionally ready to take it up a notch further, so she replied to Kathy with that in mind.

“I mean, I would be interested in trying it on, just to see how it makes me feel emotionally, but I don’t think I would want to go any further than that, not yet, anyway.”

“Of course not.” Kathy added supportively, “But you never know until you actually try something.”

Kathy stood up and took the pinafore off of the clothes rack and then indicated for Bella to follow her upstairs. Once they arrived in Kathy’s bedroom, she went to her closet to retrieve the remainder of the items. Bella blushed as the full ensemble was laid out on the bed, ready for her to try on. She surveyed all of the items and then asked a rather silly question.

“I don’t have to go knickerless, do I?”

Kathy roared with laughter. “Of course not! I’m assuming that you are wearing knickers, aren’t you? Keep those ones on. Like I told you, it drives Bruce crazy when I’m dressed like this and I am wearing a totally inappropriate pair of silky underwear under the outfit. It’s like pure innocence meeting a naughty girl underneath her formal uniform. He’s such a big fan of silk, satin, or nylon knickers under the St. Trinian’s outfit, just so that you know, it has a big effect on him. If you are like me, then I’m sure you also have plenty of pairs to drive a man wild with. I’ll leave you to it. You can either try it on and then take it off once you have seen yourself in the mirror, or you can try it on and then come downstairs to let me see you wearing it. That is totally up to you.”

With that, Kathy smiled and left the room, allowing Bella to decide for herself what she wanted to do. She was definitely going to try it on, but there was something that Kathy just said that was making her head spin. Was she just implying that Bruce would probably enjoy being in a scenario like that with Bella herself? She was thinking that it was foolish and that she had misinterpreted what Kathy had said, but it was that one line that she said that was playing over and over in her mind… “He’s such a big fan of silk, satin, or nylon panties underneath the St. Trinian’s outfit, just so that you know…”

Whether it had been intentional or not, it was there, the thought that was now ingrained in Bella’s mind, and it was likely to be a thought that would be replayed repetitively in her head during the coming days. The seed had already been sown.

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Tennis Lesson

 This was actually one of my favorite art creations that I made. I used my own image to create the guy!

Silver Satin

 You just don't see silver satin panties much anymore. Unless they are actually a bikini.

A Well Spanked Girl

 This image was from an old video made by Brooks Applications. It was one of those films that caught my attention; I loved the storyline.

Her Boyfriend's Dad

 Here is my favorite "Susie" character that I have used countless times in my spanking art creations!

Happy Spanking Time

 Now what type of pervert would create an image where you can see the young lady's panties clearly through her shorts? Why me, that's who! ;)

Nylon Panty Spanks

 Always a personal favorite of yours truly. There is something about the visual treat that turns me on.

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Detective Susie on the Case:

Chapter 1: Collecting the Evidence

There had been a rumor going around in the neighborhood of an event that had occurred, one that involved one of the men in the neighborhood and a young woman who was visiting him. Like a game of Chinese whispers, this rumor soon took off into a life of its own, each time being embellished further and further away from the truth. There was some truth in there, but exactly how much, nobody knew.

Susie had heard of this rumor, and she was a very curious cat to know whether it was true or not. The rumor involved a friend of hers, Lisa, and try as she might, Lisa remained tight-lipped about the whole affair, like she was keeping a deep, dark secret.

Susie thought of the rumor going around, and she couldn’t understand Lisa’s take on it. If that had been her, she would have made it abundantly clear that it wasn’t true, but Lisa didn’t do that. Instead, she just used ambiguous terms whenever the subject was brought up. Statements like, ‘People do like to gossip,’ or, ‘everyone is always trying to get in other people’s business.’ She never outright confirmed nor denied what had supposedly occurred, nor did it seem to bother her that people were gossiping. Susie simply had to find out for herself. It was time to put on her detective hat.

Susie knew Mr. Johnson from the neighborhood, though not so much other than as a friendly face to say hi to every morning, or quickly make some small talk on the way past his house. She never took him for that type of man, never. If she had, she would have spent far more time getting to know him. But no, it couldn’t really be true, could it? She had to find out for herself.

Each day she would go on her walk, but rarely was she able to talk to him whenever he was in his yard. What she wanted to ask him couldn’t be shouted from a distance, it had to be asked up close, like the little secret that it was.

She had walked past his house perhaps a dozen times, each time hoping that he would be close enough to the fence, but he never was; he always seemed to be out of arm’s reach. That is, until that one fateful day.

This was the day! Detective Susie was going to get to the bottom of this malarkey.

As she approached, she could already see him from a distance; he was tending to his garden, right by the fence. Susie was elated, she would finally get a chance to ask him in person whether the rumor was true, she desperately wanted to know, it was very important to her.

With a smile on her face, she sauntered by on the path outside of Mr. Johnson’s house, ready to greet him cheerfully. His back was to her as Susie neared, but that didn’t deter her.

“Hi, Mr. Johnson.” She greeted him warmly.

He turned his head and was pleasantly surprised to see the young woman from the neighborhood.

“Hello, Susie, what are you up to today?” He asked in reply.

“Just going out for my daily walk. It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”

Yes, indeed, it was a lovely day. It is always a lovely day when a neighbor stops by for some small talk. There was one problem for Susie; how was she going to be able to muster up the courage to ask him if the rumor was true?

They briefly talked about the weather, politics, and the state of one of the gardens in the neighborhood, but she couldn’t find the right segue into what she really wanted to ask him. That was, until Mr. Johnson seemed to indicate that he needed to get back to finishing his self-imposed task for the day. It was now or never for the budding young sleuth.

“Mr. Johnson,” she said, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing,” he replied, “what’s on your mind?”

“This may sound rather peculiar, but are you aware that there is this rumor going around the neighborhood about you?”

“People say the darndest things, Susie, nothing but busybodies not minding their own business.”

“But doesn’t it bother you what they say? I mean, it sounds rather personal, if you don’t mind me saying. I would for sure want to put a stop to the rumors if they weren’t true, if it were me.”

“I can’t control how people spend their time, Susie, if they want to spend it gossiping about me then so be it, and it doesn’t bother me.”

He was doing the same thing that the blasted Lisa had been doing, neither confirming nor denying the rumor to be true. It was so infuriating, but she wasn’t leaving that spot until she knew the truth, so she flat-out asked him.

“Is the rumor true, Mr. Johnson, did you really do that?” she requested.

It was the strangest question to ask for sure, right outside in the open air no less. Not that anyone could hear her, but still, it wasn’t like they were sitting at a kitchen table discussing this. Then again, perhaps that was the thrill of it, knowing that people might be watching from afar; it added a little bit of excitement to the discussion.

The look on Susie Brown’s face was priceless when the answer came; did Mr. Johnson really just say that he DID, in fact, give her friend Lisa a birthday spanking? Ever since she had heard this rumor a few weeks ago, she had been curious about it, perhaps knowing that her own 20th birthday was just a week away, so she shyly started to ask him how it came to be that he spanked her. Was Susie trying to get an idea of what a birthday spanking might entail herself to satisfy that curiosity of hers?

Her face couldn’t get any redder if she tried, as she asked. “How did the spanking come about?”

“Oh, that was easy. I knew it was her birthday, so I asked her if she had had her birthday spanking yet. When she said no, I told her that I would gladly give her one if she wanted me to.”

Susie thought long and hard for a moment. This rumor must have been going around for months. Lisa’s birthday was 6 months ago already; how come she only heard about this rumor recently?

Still, she was very intrigued by this during her thoughts. What type of girl would willingly bend herself over the lap of a man for a birthday spanking, and at her age? Why Lisa is just a few months older than Susie is herself, what on earth would make her bend over and stick her bottom up in the air, ready for a stern man to spank those cheeks until they were bright red? Those naughty, bare bottom cheeks, the ones that were clearly made specifically for that purpose. Focus, Susie, focus.

“So, um, I guess you gave her 20 playful taps, or something? I’m just taking a guess here.” She asked, with her mind full of the sight of a naughty bare bottom getting spanked.

Mr. Johnson smiled at the blushing Susie, and he started to give her every little detail she seemed to be pressing for, with a devilish grin on his face, “Well Susie, we were in my living room, near to where my dining table is. I grabbed one of the chairs and put it in the middle of the room, then Lisa went over my knee, just like a bad little girl does. This was the fun part though, I pulled her skirt all the way up her back and I started patting the seat of her panties, and I told her that she was lucky that she was only getting a birthday spanking, because if she was getting a real one, she would be a very sorry young lady. The poor little thing was squirming all over my lap, and I hadn’t even started her birthday spanking yet. So anyway, I gave her 20 spanks and then, of course, the one for luck and one to grow on, and that was that, a well-spanked little girl with a red bottom standing in front of me trying to rub the sting out.”

Susie almost fainted at such a vivid description of a naughty girl getting an actual spanking, just like she had always imagined. What a vision Susie had in her mind.

“Didn’t she mind that you saw her panties?” She murmured.

“I’m pretty sure she wasn’t thrilled about it, but I firmly believe that when a girl goes over my knee for a spanking, any girl that is, she should at least feel the spanking, even if it is just a birthday spanking. And poor little Lisa was wearing these tiny nylon bikini panties, so they didn’t offer her much protection at all. They were the cutest things that really accentuated her curves, and you should have seen them ripple and flutter every time my hand smacked them; it was the most delightful sight to behold,” he said, as he laughed.

With her cheeks burning from her blush, Susie replied playfully, “That must have been positively awful for her, being spanked at her age.”

He winked back, “She didn’t seem to mind TOO much. If she did mind, she wouldn’t have been so sassy during her spanking.”

Detective Susie was taking all kinds of notes in her head; she was close to solving the case, but she felt that she needed to see the evidence first. A good detective always ensures that they visit the scene of the spanking, err, crime.

The next two times that Susie saw Mr. Johnson in the garden, she didn’t make any mention of her upcoming birthday, but she did pay close attention to the size of his lap and the size of his hands. On the morning of the day before her birthday, she took her shower and got herself ready for the day; instinctively, upon opening her drawer, she selected a thin pair of white nylon panties. She blushed as she pulled the flimsy material up over her butt and studied it in the mirror, imagining what Mr. Johnson was going to see. The moment that he had told her the type of panties Lisa was wearing the day she was spanked and how much he enjoyed spanking her naughty bottom over them, she knew right away that she would follow suit. No wait, what was she thinking? There was no way he was going to spank her.

Next she chose a short flared skirt, one that wouldn’t take much to lift up as she demonstrated once again in the mirror. Just in case she also had to suffer that indignant trip over his lap. He wouldn’t do that to little old me, would he? She pondered.

As she walked towards Mr. Johnson’s house that morning, like she did every day, she convinced herself that a spanking wasn’t going to happen; after all, that’s silly, even if it was her 20th birthday tomorrow.

As Susie approached the house, she could see him in the garden already; only this time she didn’t just wave and say hi as she was passing. This time she stopped at his fence and started talking to him. If he didn’t come over now, then she would try and catch him on the way back, but thankfully he started to edge closer as he made small talk about the weather.

They talked for a few minutes before Susie completely chickened out, even going as far as starting to walk away. All of a sudden she stopped, turned around, and with a blushing face she said, “I have to finish my walk early today so that I can get home and get changed; my friends are taking me out for my birthday dinner tonight.”

“It’s your birthday, Susie, and you didn’t say?” Mr. Johnson smiled, “Did you get your birthday spanking yet?”

With her face bright red, Susie replied, “Not yet, but I was hoping maybe I would get one later from my friends.”

“If you want one, I can give you one right now if you want?”

Mr. Johnson was a wise old man. Susie’s earlier questions regarding Lisa’s birthday spanking let him know pretty early on that she was interested in the subject, and what a coincidence that she showed up at his house on her birthday, wearing a short flared skirt no less.

“Oh, I’m not sure,” she responded coyly. “That sounds awfully embarrassing, I must say.”

Opening his gate, he ushered her in. “Why don’t we go inside and talk about it?”

Susie shrugged but dutifully followed him inside his house.

“That’s quite a coincidence that we were talking about Lisa getting her birthday spanking just the other day, isn’t it?” He teased her.

“It is, I guess.” She replied. “I just wanted to know whether or not the rumor was true, you know, I didn’t want anyone thinking badly about you or anything.”

“I don’t think there is really anything that bad about giving a young woman a birthday spanking, but people do like to gossip. In fact, some women might well enjoy something like that.”

The temperature in Susie’s face was rising. Who on earth would ever enjoy something like that, she thought to herself, perish the thought.

Susie then watched as Mr. Johnson pulled the chair out from his dining table and moved it into the middle of the room. Was Detective Susie finally going to get to see the evidence? Her stomach was flipping rapidly as he sat down.

“So what’s it to be, Susie?” he asked. “Are you ready to join the birthday spanking club?”

The first thought that came to her mind as he guided her over his lap was how helpless she felt, like a little child with her bottom sticking up in the air. Mr. Johnson wasted no time in pulling her skirt right up, so far that the bottom of her back was also bare. She was so embarrassed, a grown man getting to see her bottom like this, encased in the smallest of panties.

Mr. Johnson chuckled, “Did you and Lisa go panty shopping together, or are little white nylon panties the in thing now?”

She couldn’t believe that he was talking about her panties, nor that his hand was placed firmly upon them. It was purely a coincidence that she had specifically chosen to wear these panties today; it didn’t even cross her mind that they would be exposed for a spanking. Pure coincidence it was.

Mr. Johnson asked her one more question, “Do you remember that I lectured Lisa first?”

“Yes, Mr. Johnson.”

“Very well then, we shall begin.”

Mr. Johnson began to spank each panty-clad cheek in turn throughout his pre-spanking lecture. “Now then, Susie, you are a very lucky girl that all you are getting today is a birthday spanking, because if I had you over my knee for a proper spanking, you would be a very sorry little girl.”

She had no idea how many times his hand had just come down on her little bubble butt, but each panty-covered cheek was beginning to feel the warmth beneath it. What was really strange, though, was that she no longer minded as much. Yes, she felt every smack, but it wasn’t exactly bad. In fact, now that the lecture was over she was almost disappointed that all that was left was her birthday spanks.

Mr. Johnson addressed her one more time as he rubbed his hand over her bottom. “Now, Susie, are you ready for your birthday spanks, or are you going to be like Lisa and need me to repeat what I just said?”

For the first time a smile came over her face as she looked over her shoulder, almost giggling as she saw her scantily clad bottom sticking up in the air. “That’s hardly fair, Mr. Johnson, my bottom is already burning, and you are asking me if I want you to spank me some more?”

“Oh, this isn’t spanking, Susie,” he said as he resumed warming her panty-clad bottom, “This is just a few playful swats between friends.”

Susie giggled and kicked her legs in a playful manner as his hand came down over and over on her bottom. “Ouch, that’s not fair, I’m not going to be able to sit down at dinner tonight if you keep this up.” 

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Wedged Up

 Even back in the 1980s, natural wedgies were still a thing during a spanking.

An Older Thong

 I could tell you a story about this where a woman tried to claim that she wore a thong in the 1980s. She perhaps forgot the year that she was born. Basically lying to try and prove her point.

Spanking Interrupted

 The happy couple are caught right at the moment the lounge door has opened. How will the visitor view the spanking they will see?

Arizona 1963

 Time for another performance of Kiss Me, Kate. And we all know what that means, don't we?

A Cheese and Wine Party

 With extra emphasis on the whine, apparently.

May Day

 On my main blog last week I shared this restored image of Samantha Woodley getting spanked from THIS SHADOWLANE VIDEO.

As there are people who can't get to my blog because it has a 'http' title and not a 'https' one, I figured that you guys might want to see it as well.