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Happy Easter



In some places in the world women get a switching at Easter. Lucky it is getting warmer.

Easter Pomlazka-Results

Easter Pomlazka-ResultsOstara (often pronounced Estara) is the old Anglo-Saxon pagan festival spring festival with all its associations with fertility. In Anglo-Saxon England images of eggs, the March hare and other seasonal features were the norm. In some parts of England it was even the custom to gather bundles of twigs or rods to symbolise new growth. It is not hard to suppose that other uses were found for such objects. Between Ostara and Bale or May Day (known as Beltane in Celtic tradition) various customs across Europe associated the whipping or spanking of the female bottom with fertility.

Often this took the form of a formal ceremony, such as the Greeks and Roman’s enjoyed, but for others there were parties or crude pranks of varying degrees.

In the modern Czech Republic these traditions survive as the custom of Pomlazka, where young men and boys are often encouraged to seek out young women and whip their bottoms. Responses to this custom vary and opinions differ with traditionalist seeing it as a bit of fun and others attributing darker motives.

The pictures above are from actual Easter festivities and you can see that someone meant business.

nudeI hate those blogs where all people can do is complain about how hard it is since their dog died and life is busy and so they won’t be writing anything anyone actually wants to read but… I am sitting here in an attic while the castle is overrun with lawyers, builders and decorators while manfully taking a trip down memory lane with a 56k modem. Still the view is good from up here. I can see the whole of London from the O2 down to the Eye on a lovely sunny day.

With any luck it will be business as usual next week.

Meanwhile, thanks to everyone who wrote in with contributions and my apologies to all those I haven’t replied to.

No story… yet, but here are a couple of snippets.

Former Prissy Miss writes:

Sex was boring and I never got beyond ‘suffering the missionary position’ with two or three boyfriends until I was 23. Then I saw this greasy biker hunk in a pub who turned out to be 15 years my senior. He was absolutely the centre of my attention and something made me go for him like I never had before. Sadly he wasn’t interested and was quite rude.

Undeterred I bought him a drink and sat down with him when his mate went to the toilets.

He leaned over to me and whispered, “If you don’t piss off I am going to paddle your prissy behind purple.”

My heart went two to the dozen and inside I went wow.

Bravely I said, “Oh yes and then what?”

I don’t remember his exact words, but he said something like ‘there are more things to do with a girl’s arse than just spank it.’

Having no idea what I was getting myself into I just dared him.

Less than an hour and two more beers later I was bare-bottomed over his lap while he sat on a grubby settee in a two-up mid terrace three streets away. I was yelling like a kid as he spanked me and I tell you my bum wasn’t far off purple.

“You can go home anytime you like,” he told me.

Tearfully I told him I’d stay. He just shrugged and went on spanking me with relish.

He took my remaining two virginities that day.

He was such a bastard and I had to call him twice just for the privilege of being bent over the back of the same settee for a taste of belt across my bare bum and my third round of buggery. He didn’t use me conventionally until our fourth date and every single time I could feel it every time I sat and not just because he had spanked me. But I stuck with it and we were together for seven years.

Jenni79 emailed to say:

Love your post on the Five O’clock Hero. I got my first spanking from an older boyfriend for being clumsy at oral. It was a total surprise to me. I think it turned us both on though.

Punishment became quite a thing between us; always on my bare bottom over his knee with his hand or something small and flat. One time he ended a row with a sound spanking while we were visiting my parents and my mum walked into the bedroom.

All she said was ‘don’t mind me,’ I could have died.

Still Here


spankUsing dial-up, which has an inverse relationship to the speed of my life at the moment. Here is another picture.

Vintage Sunday


spanking for the mess

The place is a shambles

Due to some restructuring here at the castle the Temporal Monster has eaten all my time and now my Internet connectivity is down or at best poor. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. Meanwhile here is a picture.



sorority spankingNo idea what is going on here. Markie sent it in as a sorority picture. It certainly looks harsh for a birthday bash.

spanking 1950sOur story began here.

It felt strange to be bent over the older woman’s knee. Katherine could feel the pressure of Alice’s thighs under her, the rasp of silk stocking on silk, and the smell of her perfume. It was unsettling to be in such intimate proximity to another girl. No, unsettling was the least of it, now it came to it she was embarrassed. As she squirmed and hugged into the governess’s lap, the bedroom rug came up to meet her nose and she could smell old wool and dust. Never had she had such a good view of floorboards and side skirting. This suddenly upside down perspective took her to whole new and very strange world.

Katherine already felt vulnerable enough in just her blouse and underwear, but then she felt a gentle hand on the waistband of her panties and a gentle tug. A small gasp escaped her full lips as the silk dainties were drawn slickly over naked thigh-tops and down her legs to expose her full curved bottom cheeks to the chill of the room and Alice’s gaze.

The governess felt Katherine tense under her and she took a firmer hold.

“Steady now,” she said to Katherine, “We have a long way to go and as I warned you this is going to hurt.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Katherine murmured and reached out to stead herself with her palms flat on the floor.

For a long moment it was oddly prosaic. Sure the room was upside down, but it was still only a room. Katherine was just the same. It was just that two states of being didn’t quite join up, like a painting by Dali. Amid this the blasting sting and the whip crack sound of wood on flesh rolled around one another and arrived out of sequence as Katherine’s brain processed the new sensation. The spanking had begun.

Katherine had barely drawn a breath as the third spank landed and Alice observed that the girl kicked her legs like a woman in a melodrama. The bottom too was still white, shocked that way as the skin retreated from the impact of the brush. Then all at once the two gooseflesh ovals that defined her cheeks coloured up just as Katherine yelped.

Then it was all heat and sound as Katherine rocked on Alice’s lap and began yelping like a kid.

Alice didn’t slow the spanks, but let her arm rise and fall in a steady rapid motion, delivering maybe 40 swats in a minute flat with no intention of slowing.

By now it was all too much for Katherine, who made howling honking sounds and pumped her thighs like a demon. But the latter only served to elevate each buttock in turn and push her bottom up to meet the spanking.

“Such a fuss,” Alice said gently, “This is only the start, have you never been spanked before?”

“No Ma’am,” Katherine said miserably, her voice dripping with supressed tears.

“Brave aren’t you?” Alice replied in a neutral voice.

Mocking perhaps or an honest observation, either would be lost on Katherine whose entire world was now limited to the point where hairbrush met bottom. Here the deep red ovals had expanded to encompass her whole bottom and where it was stained it was on fire. In response a hissing groan escaped Katherine’s throat and she choked to a sob.

“That’s it, let it all out, there’s a good girl,” Alice soothed.

Katherine gave another honking suck of breath and bawled it out in great gouts of sobbing.

To bring it home Alice stretched up and slammed the spanks to a point beyond Katherine’s bottom, enjoying the satisfying resistance of her firm curves and the thwack-splats that echoed off the walls.

Katherine greeted this redoubled effort with angry grunts that told Alice that she had not quite surrendered.

“You mind that attitude my girl,” Alice scolded and spanked all the harder.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Katherine sobbed every bit as girlishly as Jenny or Janet.

“I know,” Alice told her, but still the spanking continued, albeit somewhat slower as the governess squeezed every bit of resistance out of her girl.


Katherine stood tucked into the corner with her hands gripped behind her back as she let go with hard soulful sobs that ended in a hiccough. Her exposed bottom was a dark russet where the pads of welted flesh stood proud of the residual white. She had been thoroughly spanked Sinclair style and knew it.

Alice had told her if she moved, turned her head or made any compliant before she was released then the spanking would begin over. It was a threat that Katherine took so seriously she might have burned up in a fire should there be one rather than cross Alice.

“That’s the way, have a good cry,” Alice suggested as she sat back on her bed watching the sobbing girl and comparing Katherine’s bottom with others she had seen spanked, not least her own. “Do you feel better?”

Katherine hiccoughed another sob and realised that she did.

“Yes Ma’am,” she admitted and it felt good to admit it.

“It is only a spanking but it will do you good,” Alice told her.

“Only… only a spanking Ma’am?” Katherine began to rein in her tears some now.

“Before long we will regard such things as a mere reprimand between us,” Alice told her, “True punishments are more instructive and well within your capabilities. You know that this is true don’t you Katherine?”

Katherine realised that it was and said, “Yes Ma’am.” The admission was liberation.

“You wait until you feel a peeled switch on a behind twice as sore as that,” Alice chuckled, “You will see God.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Katherine sniffed; her thoughts awhirl with the revelation.

Then after a few moments she swallowed and ventured the impertinence, “H-have you ever felt it?”

Alice laughed, “Oh yes and much, much more, as you will in time. It is all experience you see and necessary. But I will be just. I have big plans for you, I hope you will appreciate that.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Katherine was suddenly excited and sounded almost eager and why not? The spanking had left her clean and already the intense part of the pain was abating leaving a strangely satisfying throb.

To be continued.

Vintage Sunday



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