Flashback - The Lady Awaits

"The Lady Awaits"

Following on from the 'lady of the manor' and 'dominant maid' themes of this previous piece and post, I am revisiting this old artwork of mine from long ago; one of my earliest, in fact.

Despite the obvious limitations of the software and models I had to work with, I really like how the two ladies - particularly the maid in the foreground - turned out. The maid's uniform is - IMO - very sexy, and her cleavage just as enticing as that of the more detailed models I've used in more recent years!

My thoughts behind this one, as I recall, were simple: 'you' (the viewer) have been summoned to the Lady of the Manor's study for "correction". The smug maid leads the way, clearly enjoying your nervous expression as she opens the study door to reveal Her Ladyship and her hairbrush!

While the maid his clearly pleased with the whole situation, her fiery-haired Mistress in the study looks decidedly unamused and ready to meter out some serious punishment!

Something in the maid's expression reminds me of comments made on my birching piece earlier: that the maid has some sort of 'relationship' with the spankee (here, the viewer) either explicitly as lovers or rivals... or simply that one may have secret feelings (a 'crush' or perhaps disdain?) for the other.

But what about 'you' here, in this point-of-view piece?

Are you a servant at the Manor; a houseboy, a maid, a stable hand or kitchen scullion? Are you about to receive firm chastisement for a job poorly done... an unmade bed, a dusty mantle, an unswept stable... tsk, tsk! Or perhaps it's a simple case of "behavior unacceptable to your position" ("You were doing what with the stable girl?!").

Or maybe you don't 'work' here... maybe you're a visitor to the manor house? Perhaps a relative of the Mistress - a nephew/niece, perhaps? -  staying there for the week, and now finding yourself in trouble with your imperious, wealthy Aunt and about to get a taste of hard, noisy hairbrush discipline across her skirted lap?

Whoever 'you' are, here, I suspect that the maid seen here will be secretly remaining just outside that closed study door, smiling as she listens to the sounds of sharp, stinging reports of the wooden-backed brush against tender bare skin, her Mistress' scolding voice, and the pleading, tearful sobs of someone being very soundly spanked indeed.

That is unless, of course, Mistress requests the maid's presence in the study, to help hold you down for your spanking...

Art: Not THAT Kind Of Paddle!

"Not THAT Kind Of Paddle!"

Just a quick piece of art I did, inspired by my recent woes... because it's nice to be able to laugh about it, at least for now... and because inspiration comes from the strangest places.

Incidentally, no matter how this had all turned out in the end, I had already planned to make this image, for either this or a new website/blog/home. After all, when things turn grim, sometimes all you can do is laugh.

Thanks again to everyone for your support, concern, and kind words... I can't put into words how much it means to me to know you folks out there genuinely care and enjoy what I do.

Art: Knowing He's Next

"Knowing He's Next"

To me, one of the most exciting and terrifying part of spanking is "the wait": knowing with utter certainty that you are going to be spanked, and that it's only a matter of time before your hot-bottomed doom occurs!

It could be standing in a corner, pants down with the cool air reminding you how bare and exposed you are, waiting for those footsteps and the voice that announces "turn around and come out of that corner!". It could be after having been sent to your room, sitting on your bed with your pulse racing, eyes glued to the door handle as you wait for it to turn and open, decreeing at last that "it's time". It could be sitting outside the head mistress' office with other doomed miscreants, listening to the crack of a cane or paddle and howls for mercy from behind the door, as the queue thins out until it's your turn at last!

Taking that concept one step further is the idea of actually being right there in the same room as a spanking-in-progress, and knowing you're next for exactly the same! Having to watch and listen as your fellow spankee is smacked to a tearful mess, with full knowledge that "that will be you" any minute... well, that's just scary! Especially since you're getting to see just how hard your soon-to-be-spanker can hit, how strong her arm is, and how merciless she is no doubt going to be with you!

With this artwork, I wanted to capture that "oh god, I'm going to get that too!" vibe for a spankee in such a position. Here, our naughty boys have no doubt be ordered to strip naked and lay face down on their beds, a pillow under their hips to raise their bottoms up to present a more inviting target. Whether they've been waiting in that position for their punishment for a few minutes or several hours, I'm not sure (what do you think?).

Was their wait in tearful misery, both openly acknowledging that they were really "for it" now? Or perhaps they were both angry and sulky, making a "manly" pact between them to "not cry" and maybe even "don't show those girls that it hurts"? If the latter was the case, it's clear now that the one currently under the belt isn't honoring that pact at all, and that the young man in the foreground already knows he won't be able to either!

Indeed, while it's quite expected and natural for the young man being leathered by an angry young woman's belt to be howling and sobbing his lungs out, the boy in the foreground is already crying (tears of fear and anticipation, it seems?) too. Scrunching a pillow over his head and screwing his eyes shut tight, he tries to block out the sounds of his fellow (friend? cousin? brother?) spankee's childish screams and frantic pleas for mercy, but those braying wails and loud cracking of the belt - sounds that fills that small upstairs bedroom - are far too loud to muffle. Besides, nothing can distract his thoughts from the inevitability of his belt-spanking... he's next, he knows it, and it's really going to hurt!

Which raises an interesting question, I think: when you and another person are going to be spanked, who is (comparatively) better off? The one being spanked first, or the one being spanked last? Thoughts?

I'm not sure, incidentally, what the actual reason/scenario for this clearly severe belt-thrashing is, here. I am tempted to say the two girls are sisters, with tough 'big sis' dishing out a leathering for teasing/annoying/displeasing 'little sis'. The younger girl certainly seems quite smugly amused by the two boys' predicament here. Perhaps they 'earned' this strapping for something they did or said to her? Or perhaps she just made something up and told 'big sis', knowing she'd believe her over them? Is this a 'family' (brothers and sisters)? Perhaps one of the boys is a hapless friend, just there for a sleepover? Perhaps the strapper is actually the babysitter for all three of the others? All those ideas work for me... but what do you think?

Art: Preparing To Pounce

"Preparing To Pounce"

A belated happy Halloween to everyone! Though I missed the actual date, I wanted to celebrate the thrills and chills of the night with this new artwork.

It's a little different from both content and theme of much of my art; an attempt to create something with more of a "dark" atmosphere.

This night, you'll find no ghosts or goblins... just two evil-minded "tough gal" bullies, out on the prowl amid the dimly lit city streets in the worst part of town.

They've been drinking, but not to excess. They prefer to keep their senses sharp for what they have planned. And indeed they have made plans for tonight!

Across the street, their intended victim is spotted leaving a grocery store; a young man with very cute buns in tight blue jeans... a college student, perhaps? The pair exchange smiles. That's him. He's the one, they agree.

They follow him home, keeping in the shadows and avoiding his gaze whenever he peers back over his shoulder anxiously. Does he know he's being followed? Probably not; just naturally timid, they decide. Good. More fun for them. They like the shy and timid ones the best.

As he reaches his apartment building, one readies the handcuffs they brought with them. The other produces the wicked wooden paddle; a mean, home-made affair, drilled through with holes to increase the sting. A sudden realization: they forgot the gag! Ah, no matter... one can soon be improvised from an item of their victim's clothing. They've done it before, after all.

The pair watch the nervous young man fish out his keys and fumble for the lock. He clearly doesn't like being out alone at this time of night. The two women smile, both thinking the same thing: he should be worried. After all, anybody could be lurking out here!

Anybody... such as two sadistic street chicks, hiding in the shadows, just around the corner of his building. A pair of cruel bullies waiting to rush him the moment he gets the door open, to clamp a strong hand over his mouth and bundle him inside, to snap icy-cold handcuffs around his wrists and drag him into his own apartment for a long, painful night of cruel spanking fun.

Fun for them, anyway. Very likely not for him... not that they care. They intend to enjoy themselves at his expense. He can plead, beg and cry all he wants (muffled through his makeshift gag, of course)... that just increases their amusement, anyway.

Oh, they'll let him go when the sun comes up. Probably. But he won't tell anybody what happened. He won't dare, because they'll tell him: if he does, they'll be back!

There's a sharp clink. He has the door open. Time for them to make their move...

Happy (belated) Halloween, folks! Pleasant dreams.

Oh, and if the above fantasy is too dark for you, here's an alternative... it's Halloween - "trick or treat" time - and the foolhardy young man depicted is returning home after egging these girls' apartment window (hence the shopping bag)... boy, did he he mess with the wrong girls in the wrong neighborhood!

Flashback: Bedtime Series

This series of artworks is actually the oldest of all my work. It was one of - if not the - first works I ever did, and so is a bit "rough around the edges", especially compared to my newest pieces! I was still learning the ropes of how to do this when I made this set.

However, for some reason I know it happens to be one of my most popular works, and I've got several nice emails about it since I opened this blog, even though I wasn't even planning on re-posting it here. So, by popular demand... I present one of my first-ever attempts at spanking art: The 'Bedtime' series!

I don't know why, but I've always had a 'thing' for "bedtime spankings". Maybe it's the childhood urban legends/folklore of "crying yourself to sleep" after a good sound bedtime spanking, something I personally never experienced? Maybe it's the intimacy of a sleepwear-clad spanker and spankee? Maybe it's the idea of anticipation (a bedtime spanking is - at least in my mind - not really a "spontaneous" spanking, but a premeditated and preordained one). I really don't know, and would love to hear others' thoughts on the whole "bedtime spanking" concept, routines and effectiveness, from both the point of view of spankers and spankees.

But first, to the artworks... all nine of them!

"Bedtime #1" (1 of 9)

Story: The Wait

By Banjo
(with thanks to Colin, for the original inspiration)

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Robert pulled back the curtains of his second-story bedroom window and peered out for what seemed like the hundredth time that hour.

It was a beautiful summer’s day outside in the grounds of the palatial manor house at which he lived, yet it felt to Robert like a single dark storm cloud was hovering directly over his bedroom: a harbinger of his impending doom.

Any moment now, Miss Anushka was coming to soundly smack his bare bottom.