Archive for September, 2018

All Change

18Sep18

I was swimming through a few culled snippets – dozens of them, but all too brief to justify a post by themselves. Then I saw a common theme for a few of them. Most are from the past, which is a good job as today they would probably result in a court case. But all […]


Vintage Monday

17Sep18

A Quick Word

15Sep18

It has been a busy week and next week looks no less so. I have dozens of blog related tasks to chase up and more than a few more important pressing life matters. I know I owe several people emails. Thanks to Vlad for information about JPC and where to find his art. Here is […]


Part I here Adam sank back against the door and took in the sight of the humbled woman facing the corner. Her pants and panties bound her at the ankles and it had been a while since he had seen such a well-spanked bottom.  Alice’s exposed bare behind gloried in a heavy sheen of raw red […]


The images above are by Belgium artist, Jean Phillipe Cars, better known just as JPC. sadly the artist’s website appears to have disappeared. Most of the work dates from around the millennium and this is just a selection of at least 200 illustrations by him. Most of JPCs work is themed around spanking, embarrassment and […]


Part I here Adam Stone’s gaze missed nothing. Just then he leant on the second upright post supporting the porch and studied the bustle in the compound. Every now and then he sniffed the air as if to catch a scent of something. Maybe I should release the beast tonight and see what I can turn […]


Abraham Heights is the small American town that time forgot. It scarce lets the 21st century trouble its 1950s sensibilities and old fashioned family values matter and sororities are right off the pages of a Will Henry novella. No young woman’s bottom is safe from a spanking and even out of town English Professor Donna […]


Vintage Sunday

09Sep18

Part I here Sitting in her usual corner of the diner Stacy was about to order another coffee when the door opened and she froze. “Shit,” she muttered to herself. Inside she felt sick, the man who had just entered had hit town for just one reason and she had a hunch it had been her […]


During my absence I had several emails asking about my historical articles and was there a book. Now there is a good idea. The answer is not at the moment, but I have picked up a few titbits here and there. In this vein I had several requests for more about the caning WRNS during […]