Art - The New Babysitter

"The New Babysitter"

Following a brief hiatus (more on that soon; it's not for negative reasons but due to a combination of real life dullness and a more exciting ongoing project I will talk about soon) we leave the wonderful Mean Maid Month behind and move on to something a bit different...

Babysitters!

One of my all-time favorite spanking fantasies. Why? I don't know. Maybe because I never really *had* a babysitter as a kid (not the 'young highschool/college girl/au pair' stereotype, at least)? Maybe because back when I first discovered I was a spanko (rather than just having "funny feelings" about bossy girls as a kid) I was in highschool and thus the peers I had those first truly 'spanky' thoughts about were that perfect 'babysitter age'?

Regardless, it's a theme I love to revisit in any form (art, stories, ageplay videos/audios) so was fun to return to here. I've already done a few art pieces in the past that could be seen as babysitter scenes (such as here and here), but this one is the first I've posted here that was expressly intended to evoke that unique spanking relationship.

Art - A Heated Discussion

"A Heated Discussion"

I thought long and hard about what best way to announce "I'm Back!" and decided that the best way was with a new OTK artwork, since it's both my favourite position/situation and I know a favourite of many of my readers as well. I'm a particular fan of what I call "squirmy OTK" and I think you can say the term fits here too.

This piece could have easily been called "One-Sided Discussion" or "End Of Discussion" instead, at least as I imagine this scenario playing out.

Being how much I love 'Auntie' scenarios, it should come as no surprise that that's what was in my mind foremost when I made it, though she could easily be a younger 'Mommy' or even girlfriend or wife.

From his expression and body language, I'd say he's pretty much an "amateur" at being spanked, at least with a hairbrush. If not, well... he certainly doesn't take 'em well, does he?

Despite his obvious protests (and very likely pleas), this clearly is a very one-sided discussion taking place: Auntie and her hairbrush have all the negotiating power here, and the sooner he realizes that the better!

I wanted to make her look cross enough to convey that this is a "lecture spanking"... no silent swats here, she's laying down the law as she roasts his bare botty alive!

The title - and my initial idea - suggests that perhaps he's attempted to argue, backtalk or otherwise negotiate or reason with her regarding some disagreement on "adult terms". Not a wise move when Auntie still sees you as a "little boy" despite your age, and when her go-to response to disobedience, disagreement or even just daring to question her authority is to reach for her hard wooden hairbrush! Nothing says "you're not as grown-up as you thought, young man" like being cut off in mid-argument, turned over a firm female lap, and having your bare backside blistered until you're sobbing like a child!

The only thing that belies the concept of "discussion gone wrong" is his state of undress: he's totally nude! Did Auntie strip him of his clothes (as well as his dignity) too before hauling him over her lap? or is the reason for the discussion that she perhaps caught him - already naked - being a very naughty boy in the shower or in his bedroom with a dirty magazine? That would definitely be grounds for a spanking and scolding!

Or is there more formality to this situation than that? Did he backtalk her or push against her rules earlier in the day, and now she's had him strip nude and report for a long, hard, naked bedtime spanking across her knee with the hairbrush as she explains in no uncertain terms who's in charge in this house, and how dissent will be dealt with? Was it something "big", like arguing against her curfew or "no phones or video games after eight o'clock"? Was it something "innocent", like leaving his shoes in the kitchen or forgetting to put the toilet seat down in the bathroom?

Or maybe the poor young man didn't actually do anything wrong at all. Could Auntie have had this spanking planned for him even before he arrived? After he unpacks and takes a hot bath to wash away the dust of the long car ride over, he's summoned by his Auntie (either in his room or hers) and laid across her lap for a shockingly sound hairbrush spanking as she firmly explains the rules of the house to him, not letting up until she's laid out every rule and constraint, until he's sobbing and promising to be good and do as he's told. But while he may seem like a good boy, she wants to be sure from the start that there will be no illusions in his mind that Auntie's rules are not open to discussion.

Either way, from the look on his face, I'd say he's getting the message and agreeing wholeheartedly!

EDIT: A friend pointed out that the lady in the artwork is rather young looking for an "Auntie". I agree that she could definitely be a girlfriend instead, and the whole "not open to discussion" fits a (IMO) very sexy but strict relationship of that fit too. It would also fit with her outfit, too, which I'll admit is a little "inappropriate" for a responsible Auntie to wear around her nephew... right? On the other hand, maybe she's just a rather young aunt and that's part of the whole reason for the spanking: "Just because I'm closer to your age than your mother's doesn't mean you can disobey me or try to negotiate my rules!" :)

Art - Birched On Mistress's Orders

"Birched On Mistress's Orders"

A change of pace here, from the scholastic and rural locations of the previous artworks. Now we visit a luxurious manor house - perhaps in the past, perhaps in the present - to take a look at the life of a Mistress, her maid, and her indentured 'houseboy'.

This new piece is based on three main ideas:
1) Being a "houseboy to a wealthy, cruel woman" is a fantasy of mine.
2) I rather liked the idea of a rich spanker getting someone else to do their "dirty work" for them.
3) I love sexy maids, but obviously would rather be spanked by than spank them!

And so this artwork was born.

Yes, that's loosely "me" as the poor spankee here again. I try to resist putting myself in all my work, since it (IMO) lessens the audience's immersion when the character is clearly "not you" (it's why I love "POV" spanking videos and audios). But this time I couldn't help myself, given I was feeling particularly 'submissive' when I made it. Besides, my trademark ponytail kinda fits the slightly old-fashioned setting here (well, that's my defense!).

Anyway, the concept of the picture was that the unfortunate houseboy had done something to displease his Mistress (the raven-haired lady with the folded arms on the right). She's furious, but isn't about to work up a sweat punishing him herself... that's what having money and power means!

Instead, she has one of her maids (the red-haired cutie on the left) restrain the nervous young man across the special spanking bench she had built for just such occasions, and then orders him soundly birched until she is satisfied that he's learned his lesson. Or that she's satisfied he's suffered enough for her pleasure (there are advantages to money and power for a sadistic aristocratic lady like that).

I image the proceedings being very formal; he's ordered to carry the spanking bench into the parlor and set it up for use. He's either ordered to undress and fold his own clothes nearly while Mistress watches, glaring imperiously, or he's ordered to remain perfectly still while the maid undresses him in a very humiliating and childish fashion.

Of course, the maid enjoys all this immensely. Having this young man trembling, nude and pleading before her, combined with being given express permission by her Mistress to really thrash his bottom severely... perhaps she's got a bit of a "crush" on this particular houseboy? That might explain her smirking enthusiasm and unbridled delight as she obediently whips that stinging birch rod across his squirming bare buttocks?

Such squirming is kept to a minimum, though; Mistress knows the effect a birch can have on a young man, hence the spanking bench and the restraints. He can wriggle ever so slightly (and pleasingly, Mistress notes) but not enough to escape or make the maid's strokes miss their target; the birch bites hard with every blow!

He remains ungagged, however; Mistress wants to hear him plead and apologize, she wants to hear how contrite he is, after all (and how much that birch is hurting him!).

Perhaps this is his first time under the birch? Mistress may have administered (or had her maid administer) handspankings, slipperings and hairbrushings before, but this could be a new 'experience' for the poor young houseboy? An 'escalation' of sorts? Or a new purchase by Mistress?

Or perhaps this is actually his first day in her employment? Ignorance of the rules would be no excuse, and making a mistake on his first day would see no mercy or leniency given. Besides, it would make a good learning experience for him to know what to expect when he steps out of line in his new position.

Perhaps he didn't even do anything especially wrong? Could Mistress be so cruel as to have him birched as a "welcome" to her household? That would certainly make for a memorable introduction, and set his mind firmly on how his life had suddenly changed!

If he did do something to deserve this, what could it be? Did he answer her back? Not perform his domestic duties fast enough or to her satisfaction? Did the naughty boy stain his bedsheets thinking about his Mistress and/or her maid, or even (blush) "get caught in the act" by one of them?

Whatever the reason (or lack of it), and whatever his prior experience being punished, it's clear that the birch is making a real impression on him! It's also clear that the maid is enjoying her orders and won't show any hesitation in carrying them out (even when Mistress - to his horror - calls for "Harder!" and "His thighs, too!"). And it's clear that Mistress is not moved by his cries, and will not call an end to his birching until she alone is satisfied.

I can see Mistress occasionally calling for a pause in proceedings, so she can crouch or lean forward to look him in the eyes, to ask him if he's learning, if he's sorry, and to remind him who's the Mistress here and who's the naughty little subservient houseboy.

Though I can equally imagine her watching the whole thing coldly from a distance, arms folded, frowning and silent, just letting her maid carry out the harsh sentence without engaging the poor frantic, pleading houseboy in dialog at all until his thrashing is over.

Afterwards, will he be allowed to scurry to his room to cry and think about what has happened to him? Will he be put in the corner, on display, for the rest of the afternoon? Ordered back to his duties with time to recover from his ordeal (Mistress will want her bath prepared)?

Or will he simply be released and left naked on hands and knees to clean up the bits of twig from the birch all over the floor. If that's the case, whether Mistress will remain to supervise him, or leave the maid to do so while she retired to her chambers to "reflect" on recent proceedings herself amid the silky satin sheets of her huge soft bed, I'll leave for you to decide...

Flashback - New Teacher's First Day

"The New Teacher's First Day"

One of my "oldies" from long ago. Not one of the first pictures I made, but certainly among them. In those days, being a college student, I had more free time so was able to indulge in creating time-consuming artworks of multiple characters like this... even though my old slow computer took ages to render them!

My idea behind this piece was of a new strict teacher's first class at her new school. In my original concept it was likely an all-boys school (a rare thing for me, since it "ruins" witnessed and removes "peer" spankings), and one where female teachers were seen as a "bit of a pushover". But with this new teacher, well... they're in for a sharp shock!

When I was in high school, I had a lot of female teachers (who'd have guessed?) but I always remember one poor young lady who was new, and basically lasted three or four classes before being unable to cope with the rowdy, nasty, totally disruptive nature of a large majority of the boys in the class (not me, of course, I was a good boy!). She had absolutely zero control of the class, who would even throw pens at her and flip tables over, all without repercussion. It was the only class in my school life where things every got that out of control, and it was pretty freaky.

Anyway, even back then, I thought "that wouldn't have happened if they still allowed corporal punishment". I also occasionally daydreamed that her replacement should be a no-nonsense lady with total command and control of her students and zero tolerance for misbehavior and disrespect. Of course, in my horny adolescent daydreams, she would also be A) hot and B) a spanker, and nobody (expect perhaps my fellow students) would mind or see this as "wrong".

This artwork was born partly from this old experience and resulting "daydream". Here, we see this strict new female teacher's very first class. Perhaps because of the past reputation of this class, or perhaps for no other reason than to "set the tone" for her tenure as their new teacher, she introduces herself to the whole class by thrashing each and every one of them soundly and mercilessly!

Being a "good boy" myself, I imagined that she would be as unfair as she was strict... this "introduction" thrashing would be given to the entire class. Not just the known troublemakers, not just the students who were likely to show disrespect and "needed" to be snapped into line. Everyone. Every single student in the class would get caned in that first "introduction" session. And each and every one would get just as many strokes and as hard as the others. The good boys, the bad boys, the quiet boys, the rowdy boys; this new teacher - knowing none of them and not wishing to make distinctions or go on "past records" from their previous teachers or principal - would treat them all equally on her first day there.

For many, it would be the first experience of corporal punishment they'd ever received, but they too were treated the same as those accustomed to a parental palm, hairbrush or belt. And yes, bare bottom. This is hardest on the "shy boys" in the class, but no exceptions are made. This is to be an educational experience for them all, she ensures.

The "introduction" proceeds in an orderly manner. Shorts and underpants are taken down as each student is bent over her desk, each caning taking place with a minimum of discussion and fuss (at least, on the teacher's part!). Those already caned are lined up facing the blackboard/wall with hands on heads with their red, cane-wealed bottoms on display and their pants around knees and ankles as they whimper and sob. Those yet to be caned are made to form a nervous queue, watching in horror and mounting horror as their own turn under that fearsome, whippy cane draws near...

The new teacher intends that every one of her students know from day one that she was a force to be reckoned with. That she would brook no nonsense from any of them. That she expected academic excellence and respectful obedience. And of course, that she would cane without hesitation or mercy if given cause (or even if not!). By the time she's done caning her new class, not a single boy is left without painfully-striped buttocks and tear-streaked face... and not a single boy is in any doubt that their new teacher is the one is not to be messed with!

That day would usher in a "regime change" of dramatic proportions, with this rowdy classroom of flying paper airplanes and nobody paying attention quickly replaced by the quietest, most strictly-run class in the entire school, where nervous students feel butterflies in their tummies whenever called upon to answer a question by teacher or when raising a hand to ask something (and these are the only time they dare speak, now!). A class where homework is submitted on time without excuses accepted, and when low test scores are rewarded with "marks" of a different (and very painful) kind.

For some reason, it's the unfair equality of this scenario that stands out for me the most, as I imagine it now. I wanted to capture the shock of this unexpected day in my art piece, but also the sense of "everyone gets lined up and caned, regardless"; this isn't even a "punishment" as such, but a teacher (mis?)using her new authority to make a decisive and dramatic impression on every one of her students, good or bad!

Now I'm a little older and occasionally feeling even more "submissive" and masochistic than I did as a teenager, I wonder if this scenario would be even scarier if the class depicted had no prior record of rowdiness, but were all caned just the same by this harsh new teacher just to make sure they didn't have any ideas about causing problems for her?

(sorry for the long ramble... I guess that's what happens when you don't post for a while!)

Art: Where's My Steak, Bitch?

"Where's My Steak, Bitch?"

Did you know that March 14th was (un)officially 'Steak and a Blowjob Day'?

Even though I'm thus characteristically late, I felt inspired reading about it across the spanking blogverse, and decided to dedicate this art piece to that day.

The amusing, blatant chauvinism of the concept meant that I just couldn't resist 'reversing' the traditional roles; apologies to anyone who may be offended by my portraying the wife/girlfriend character here as a denim-clad, beer-drinking, boybeater-wearing construction worker!

Still, it's not like she asks for much.

After a hard day at work, getting sweaty and grimy, all she wants to do is relax at home with a beer and a cigarette, and a nice steak dinner.

But her pampered, lazy young 'house-hubby' has been slacking off again, it seems. Too busy cleaning the house to have her dinner ready the moment she arrives? Pah! More likely wasting time on the computer, watching tv, or jerking off to his secret stash of porn magazines!

What's worse, tonight he dared present to her - her, the hard-working bread-winner of the household! - a CHICKEN SALAD?!

What was he thinking? Maybe she'd like to try something different?! NO!!! She expects dinner on the table when she gets home! On time! No excuses! And MEAT! Not salad, not some small portion gourmet crap like a fancy restaurant... she wants a big, juicy steak!

Since words don't seem to get through to her silly little house-hubby, though, it seems like a lesson with the carpet slipper is called for... right then and there there in the living room!

Rest assured, he's howling and pleading and promising to make her anything she wants by the time she's done with his red little ass!

Then, stripped naked and his bottom burning, he's sent scurrying to the kitchen (with a parting, hefty SLAP! across his glowing caboose) to fix her dinner... the right dinner, this time! No, don't bother getting dressed again! And he'd better not drip tears on her food, either!

His eyes are still still glistening with tears when he finally brings her the steak she demanded in the first place (now twenty minutes late).

The tray rattles slightly - beer bottles clinking - as he trembles on approach, naked but for a skimpy apron. He knows it would only take her a second to reach out, rip the flimsy garment from him and haul him bodily back over her knee, if she so decided. Her strength - from her physically laborious job - and his comparative weakness - from his idle housebound lifestyle - means he could offer only token resistance at best.

Well, at least the beers are cold, she tells him, accepting the meal with a sneer. He got something right, so maybe he's not totally useless after all?

Still, that steak had better be cooked correctly, and properly seasoned too... or else she'll be taking her thick leather belt to his backside in the bedroom after dinner!

She cuts off a chunk and starts chewing, as he stands there nervously shifting from foot to foot, tears brimming once again as he awaits her verdict of his culinary efforts...

(okay, all decidedly non-PC, I know... but I really felt inspired!)

Well, that's the 'steak' part taken care of, anyway. Now... who wants 'Part 2'. where she shows him what ELSE he needs to do for her when she's had a hard day at work? "Instead of all those excuses and apologies, you might as well put that mouth to good use..."

Oh, and yes... that's my fictional 'Thrash Beer' making a return appearance here!

Art: Valentine's Heartburn (Alternate)

While my spank-obsessed mind rarely jumps straight to strap-on/"pegging" fantasies (though I suspect the right lady may be able to change my mind!), I was unable to get Emily's comment on my recent Valentine's Heartburn artwork out of my head after reading it. It just somehow seemed to "fit" (no pun intended!), so I made the alternate version of the picture below, just for her and like-minded fans.

"Valentine's Heartburn (Alternate Version)"

It's a fairly rushed job, and just a very minor difference, but I couldn't resist!

Apologies to those who prefer "100% Pure Spanking Only"... but there's always still the original version.

Art: Valentine's Heartburn

"Valentine's Heartburn"

Concluding the Valentine's Day theme (here and here) for this year, this new piece is dedicated to all the romantics out there like Emily and Aunty Andrea.

Unlike some of my artworks, this piece was more about the final image concept than any deeper 'backstory'. I wanted to do a picture of a scantily-clad couple in the aftermath of a Valentine's Day spanking... her relaxed, and him distressingly aflamed! The heart-pattern marks and paddle was my idea to add an extra 'playful' and romantic touch.

Looking at it now, I wonder if the spanking was for failing to please her with his Valentine's Day gift (chocolates and a teddybear instead of expensive clothes or jewelry!?) or as a "thank you" for those gifts and his kindness.

Perhaps she wanted to let him prove his devotion: "If you love me that much, sweetheart, you'll let me 'brand' your bottom for you!"?

Either way, that cute teddybear bearing the "I Love You" message is notably placed near to his tearful face for him to look up at. Whether this is her reminding him of how much she loves him despite how much his bottom is now burning (or because of it!), or just an ironic and rather mean co-incidence... I'm not decided.

And what is she thinking about here, as she regards that chocolate box and listens to him sobbing behind her? Is she just going to ignore him and eat those chocolates, or is she contemplating paying further attention to her red-bottomed Valentine, to lovingly help him forget his pain and tears?

Whatever the reasons behind this scenario, he'll be wearing her 'heart' on his bottom for a few days! A visible reminder of their Valentine's Day celebrations... and of their unique but devoted relationship.

Deep down, I'm a romantic at heart too.

Flashback: Unexpected Side-Effect

"Unexpected Side-Effect"

Another art post, another hairbrushed young man! This Flashback is by request from an anonymous poster... who remembers this piece from my old group, no doubt.

I like how this spanker turned out; she's young, somewhat "geeky" but cute. I seem to remember that I thought of her as his same-age girlfriend when I made this back in 2003 or so, which still works for me... but she could easily be his step-sister or babysitter (whom he might have a secret 'crush' on!) too. She actually looks a bit younger than him, but (like most girls!) is probably rather more mature for her age than he is!

He's of course in tears (how any spanking should leave a spankee, IMO!) and blushing furiously... though despite his embarrassment, his main concern is clearly still the burning heat that her hairbrush has ignited in his poor backside; throbbing hot cheeks that he continues to frantically rub with both hands... though to no avail, it seems!

As many know, I like playing with the often wildly differing emotions a spanker and spankee feel during the same 'event'. Though both are obviously focused on the poor spankee's unexpected and humiliating uncontrolled erection and cum-spurting, both are very likely thinking very different thoughts about the situation.

Here, our bespectacled, pigtailed young spanker doesn't seem to know whether to gasp in shock or laugh in amusement... she sure didn't expect to see that when she let him up off her lap! He made such an awful fuss about his spanking, too - all that crying and kicking and pleading - and she was sure she was walloping him hard, too! But now look at him, all stiff and naughty, and dripping messily... and all over the leg of her nice new jeans, too! If it wasn't so hilarious, she might be cross with him for that. Gosh, dd he actually like being spanked?! Or are boys really just that silly and lacking in self-control that their little penises get stiff whenever they are that close to a cute girl?

For his part, our hapless young man is in tears and likely very embarrassed about his "reaction". He's confused too: he didn't enjoy his spanking (it certainly wasn't a "playful" or "sexy" one!)... she spanked him hard, and that hairbrush really hurt! So why was he all stiff and drippy "down there"? Was it was all the friction from his wild squirming and wriggling against her denim-clad thighs, as her hard hairbrush was firmly and repeatedly applied to his bouncing bare bottom? Was it being so close to such an admittedly cute and attractive girl - no matter their relationship - that "set him off"? Or did he indeed - even if only on a subconscious level - find some degree of pleasure in his strict and stinging punishment?

For my part, all I can say is (from both memory and personal experience!) that us 'boys' (of all ages) are definitely prone funny physical reactions we just can't consciously control or explain!

Art: Birthday Suit Spanking

"Birthday Suit Spanking"

Birthday spankings! One of those things I often hear/read about as an adult, but experienced or even saw happen. I've often wondered if it was due to my age (i.e. it used to happen but didn't when I was growing up) or location (it was an American and/or UK tradition, but not an Australian one), but I've always been curious about the whole concept.

I can't help but love the idea of getting a sound spanking for no reason other than "it's your birthday"... that seems so playful yet so unfair! And of course, me being me, in my mind a birthday spanking isn't just a "patty-cake" play-spanking, but a bare-bottom full-on smacking with proper sting! Maybe not as bad as when you've really misbehaved, but certainly enough to make waking up on your birthday knowing a celebratory bun-warming is planned a nervous butterflies-in-the-tummy moment!

I'm not sure what the origin or purpose behind birthday spankings are, either. In my mind, though, I think the best 'reason' for a birthday spanking - especially for older teens and adults - is as a "you're never too old" reminded. Sure, you may be twenty-two today, but a spanking still hurts as much! And just because you're "grown up" doesn't mean you're safe from spankings, either! It's a nice reminder, whether for those in domestic discipline relationships, those still living under "mommy's" roof, or just those in need of remembering that you're never too old for a spanking!

Of course, for the spankers... a birthday spanking has the additional possible purpose of "just a good excuse to spank the birthday boy" (or girl!). And what better way to celebrate than to bare the guest of honor's trembling bottom and spank it rosy red in front of all the party guests?

That was my inspiration for the artwork here: a fun party held in his honor, but for their amusement. He's stripped naked - perhaps for his celebratory spanking, or perhaps kept in his "birthday suit" (hence the title) for the whole party? Apart from that silly birthday hat, of course! And the spanking is given in full view of all the guests, of course, as they all sing "happy birthday" over the yelps and smacks of the paddle, perhaps chanting out his age with every swat. Whether in good humour or not, he's definitely going to kick and howl by the time they're done, no matter what his age!

Which leads to the point: how many swats should a birthday spanking be? The spankee's age? In total, or "on each cheek"? Multiplied by a certain number? How many "to grow on"? Should implements be used and does that change the number of swats? Bare bottom, naked or over clothes/underwear if there are "guests"? And should it be done in a "party atmosphere" (after the cake, perhaps?) or privately in the bedroom in the morning or evening?

What are your thoughts on this artwork's specific scenario, and on birthday spankings in general?

Art: The Hairbrush Dance

"The Hairbrush Dance"

There's nothing like an impromptu "spankie dance" by a spankee shows that a spanking REALLY got through to them, I think.

To be in such hot-bottomed agony that you literally jump and prance about the room, frantically clutching and rubbing your stinging, burning buttocks, head thrown back back and howling to the heavens... that's the sign of a well-spanked young man (or young lady... shh!) and - so I'm told - a rather amusing sight for a spanker to watch.

Further, I believe there's few things better for producing a post-spanking "war-dance" than a properly-applied hard wooden hairbrush!

That's what I wanted to capture in this new artwork. Here, a satisfied lady watches as a young man performs what she affectionately terms "the hairbrush dance"; that is, hopping about while sobbing and rubbing his crimson buns like there's no tomorrow! For her, it's the clear sign that he'll remember this hairbrushing for a long time to come! For him, it's the point where he's oblivious to anything else in the whole world except the burning and stinging of his well-spanked buns. Two very different "emotional states"  in the same moment.

When I made it, I imagined that she was his "aunty" (possibly a "surrogate aunt" or even stepmother?) and had just given him a sound hairbrushing before going to bed (hence her somewhat "undressed" state and his nakedness)... this wasn't some totally on-the-spot spanking, but a measured approach to really setting his tender cheeks aflame! Her expression - or at least what I was going for - is one of something along the lines of "hurts, doesn't it?" or "you certainly felt that, didn't you?" or "I think that did the trick, eh?" etc.

What do others think of this scenario? How do you imagine their relationship, and their respective thoughts and mindsets now, post-spanking? And do you think this particular dance he's doing is unique to her hairbrush, or just an all-purpose "ouch-it-really-really-hurts" dance?

Oh, and yes... this art piece IS the origin of my seemingly much-loved "evil aunty" decorative image from this post! I liked how her character turned out so much, I wanted to use her to "illustrate" my blog too, but was saving this original pic to go with the approaching article series.

Flashback: Spanked and Soaped

"Spanked and Soaped"

This old artwork came about because someone asked me "why don't you ever do mouthsoaping pictures?". I'd never had it done to me growing up, but the thought (and occasional threat!) always made it seem awful... a punishment I could never imagine 'enjoying' on any level!

Though as someone who's admittedly got a bit of a 'potty mouth' at times, perhaps it was something I should have received?

Looking at this piece now, she looks dressed for a night out, while he's either just showered and still naked, or "staying home tonight!" for whatever he did wrong. Where is she off to, I wonder? Is she his wife? Girlfriend? Mommy? Auntie?

And just what did he do to earn a mouthful of foul-tasting soap suds? What do people consider 'mouthsoaping offenses'? Swearing? Backtalk? Lying? Lewd comments? Is mouthsoaping effective for dealing with 'mouthy' boys?

Oh, and note the hairbrush by the sink... ouch! But should a spanking be given before or after a mouthsoaping?

Flashback: Party Pooper

"Party Pooper"

One of the last pieces I did in my 'old days'... I can tell because it has so many characters in it, and when I started out my old computer couldn't handle more than three or four!

I wanted to do a 'party scene' for a while, so this was the payoff for me. My favourite characters here are actually not the spanker or spankee, but the lady in red sitting beside him, legs crossed and smirking as she "enjoys the show"... she just turned out really hot-looking, IMHO! With her thighs right in his face like that, I wonder if he'll get himself in more trouble against his spanker's lap? ;)

Speaking of which... what do you think he's getting spanked for? I'm pretty sure I was intending it was for ogling the other ladies besides his 'partner' (date? wife? girlfriend?). Maybe he was caught looking at the legs (or down the front!) of the dress of the lady in red, hence she's been afforded the prime seat to watch? Or maybe he was propositioning the serving girl/maid in the foreground? Heck, maybe he just made an off-colour joke at the party to the guy behind them, and the spanker took offense?

When the spanking is over, will she take him straight home... maybe for more spanking? Or maybe to 'apologize' on his knees? Or will they stay at the party, where he'll have to endure the sniggers and giggles and teasing of everyone who saw him getting his bottom soundly smacked?

Flashback: Taking His Medicine

"Taking His Medicine"

This old piece was partly inspired by my real-life childhood fears of getting injections.

At the clinic depicted, though, big boys who act so childishly get given something to really cry about... hard, bare bottom spankings until they are pleading and promising to co-operate and take their dreaded 'shots'. Which, of course, are then duly administered... directly to their very red, very sore bottoms!

What do you think? Is that a fair and reliable treatment for such 'problem patients'? Or would it just give them a NEW fear about trips to the doctor's office?