Art - Hung Out To Dry

"Hung Out To Dry"

Here in Australia, the nice weather seems to have finally left us, but in my time "away" I have polished up a couple of "summer-themed" artworks that I'll be sharing along with other stuff.

This one is *hopefully* a nice warm day, and the two ladies' attire suggests it might be (and they're not just being extra mean to the poor guy here!).

Many spankees (and spankers) know that being smacked on a wet bottom is particularly stingy and painful. The two women in this artwork know this too, as they've not only stripped and strung up the guy here, but have sprayed and soaked him dripping wet with the garden hose as well!

Art - The Gaijin Exchange Student

So, after the last post (which apparently cost me one Follower!), I decided that today I'd post an artwork I'd done of cute Japanese schoolgirls getting their bottoms smacked.

HA! OF COURSE NOT!!!

"The Gaijin Exchange Student"

True, this is indeed inspired by the 'eighteen-but-only-just Japanese schoolgirl' cliche, and of my love of cute Japanese young ladies in general... but me being me, that's going to manifest itself a little differently in my mind compared to what many other spankos might immediately imagine!

This artwork is actually the result of a fantasy I first had when I was in college, when I - like a lot of western twenty-somethings at that age in that time - suddenly discovered the origin of those badly-dubbed morning cartoons I loved as a kid, and with it the weird wonders of Japanese television, comics, food and culture. And, of course, the girls.

In my fantasy, I would be a 'foreign exchange student' in Japan, which back then my brain told me was like every high school anime ever made (only not so many martial arts duels, demons, aliens or mystical goddess harem girls).

Being a "gaijin" (a non-Japanese "outsider" in Japan), it's hard for me to fit in. The language is hard, the culture is different, and all those pretty girls in sailor suits make concentrating in class pretty tough (not to mention having some insane military nut fighting a panda in the next classroom over!).

Pretty soon, I find myself in trouble, and subject to the strict discipline of my (hot female, of course!) Japanese teacher. Maybe because I suck at Japanese? Maybe because I keep screwing up and making cultural faux pas? Maybe I just keep looking at my female classmates' legs in those short pleated skirts?

Whatever the reason, Sensei is angry, and I'm to be punished. You can guess how, right?

Yes, it's a pants-down, bare bottom spanking over strict Sensei's crisply-skirted lap for the poor exchange student.

Hard, hot and very humiliating, in front of a class of giggling Japanese girls (hey, I'm past trying to explain why they're mostly girls; is there any logic in this?). Maybe with her hand, maybe with a ruler or 'stick' (that seems a rather Japanese thing to spank with, for some reason). Whatever she uses, boy does it hurt! Those Japanese women may be petite, but they can really pack a wallop!

As Sensei spanks, I'm sobbing "I'm sorry! Gomennasai! I'm sorry!". Knowing a few more words of Japanese might come in handy when you're over an angry teacher's knee being spanked to tears in front of the class... too bad I wasn't studying harder, eh?

Finally, she lets me up off her lap and scolds me for being such a crybaby as well as a lousy inattentive student and a naughty little ecchi boy. The class hide smiles and laughter behind their hands, as I nod and agree and apologize contritely, ashamed but not wanting to give Sensei reason to spank me any more.

Then comes the 'Japanese twist': instead of corner time, after the spanking I have to stand outside of the classroom in the hallway, pants around my ankles, holding a bucket of water in each hand, until the lesson is over and Sensei comes to fetch me.

Tears still running down my blushing face, I stand alone in the hall, feeling miserable and humiliated, with my bottom on fire and my arms aching from the heavy, water-filled buckets I'm holding. I just want class to end so I can go and lock myself in a toilet stall and rub my poor, throbbing backside!

Except... when class ends and Sensei comes out, she decides that I haven't learned my lesson yet. Maybe I was unable to hold the buckets up the whole time and had to put them down to rest my arms (a "weak boy" as well as a crybaby!)? Maybe she's a sadist who enjoys tormenting foreign students? Maybe she's still in a bad mood because some ridiculous bimbo just got hired as the school nurse?

Whatever her reason, she tells me I'm to stand there until the bell sounds after lunch (kyushoku)... that's thirty minutes!

And so we finally get to the moment seen in my artwork here, where the girls from class saunter over to tease, torment and laugh at the silly "gaijin" from overseas with his sore red bottom - and everything else - on display in the school hallway.

And then, amid all the giggling and bullying and teasing and prodding and poking, just when I thought this day couldn't possibly get any worse...*sproing!*



I am never going to live this down as long as I'm a student here.

. . .

But... they are really kawaii, aren't they?

. . .

I just hope Sensei doesn't come back and see me like this!



(attributed photos copyright Cutie Spankee; if you're an unreformed heretic and like Japanese girls, please pay them a visit!)

Flashback - I'm Not Your Girlfriend

"I'm Not Your Girlfriend!"

This oldie is reposted here by popular demand; I've had several long-time fans tell me in comments or privately that this was one of their favourites, so I felt it only fair to republish it here.

The idea behind it was that he's got a spanking from his attractive young babysitter, and she's pointing out to him that despite his signs of 'excitement' that she's not interested in him in that way at all! To her, he's just a "little boy" (regardless of their relatively close age, in my mind) and she's "not your girlfriend!" but his babysitter, who can spank his bare backside like she was his mommy or teacher whenever she wants!

This old artwork actually went under several names until I settled on this one. Originally I was going to call it something like "Just a Little Boy", which on reflection suits the piece more (and I think I like it more, too), but I felt that some might mistake the title for meaning he WAS a little boy, rather than that just being how she saw him here. I also entertained the title "Not So Big Now", as a clear sign of her feelings about him AND how he's feeling now, physically and emotionally, after her sound hairbrush spanking.

In the end, though "I'm Not Your Girlfriend!" hopefully says what I wanted it to say: she's not only given him a very sound, very humbling, bare bottom hairbrush spanking over her knee, but she's just shattered any illusions he may have had that this attractive older girl might have been 'interested' in him; that his crush on her since she started babysitting him might be returned someday.

No, she's quite clear: she's "grown up and mature", and he's just some little brat who needs a babysitter!

Perhaps she's been sitting him for a long time, and this is the 'showdown' that's been building for a long time with her increasingly annoyed by his obvious fantasizing about her and fawning over her like a lost puppy?

Or maybe she had no idea, and caught him staring at her legs or boobs with a bulge in his pants, and decided to nip the problem in the bud here and now?

Maybe she's reacting to second-hand information? His parents or her girlfriends might have somehow found out/overheard that he had a crush on her, and the next time she babysat him, she confronted him on it... with her hairbrush providing her closing argument?

Or just maybe she came upstairs when he was supposed to be doing his homework or sleeping, only to find him in a very compromising position, 'enjoying himself' with a yearbook or family picnic photo of her (stolen from somewhere, probably!) in his free hand? I think that would definitely warrant a hard on-the-spot spanking and a need for a lecture on the reality of their relationship!

I kinda imagine him as a rather shy, awkward boy, who usually falls apart around pretty girls. As for her, maybe she's not as "mature" as she thinks (a 'cheerleader' type who boys and parties when she's with her friends), or maybe she really is (a top-of-her-class potential honors student, respected by all for her academic excellence and wisdom), but either way he's waaaay out of his league with her!

I also feel this is his first spanking from her, maybe his first spanking ever? Is it telling that he's only wearing his (pulled down) underpants here? From the looks of it, do you think she has "spanked him soft" or is lifting up his stubborn erection with the back of her brush?

What do you readers think about this situation, and how it might have played out? And how will things move on from here?

How does he feel now that his beloved babysitter crush has blistered his bottom and belittled him? When she leaves him alone tonight, will he collapse on his bed for a heartbroken cry... or a furious bout of masturbation?

How about her? Will she continue to sit for him after this? Will she tell anyone what happened (laughing with all her friends about the "overgrown brat she had to spank" or just informing his mother what happened?) or keep it their private little secret? And if she does sit him again... will she spank him again, too? Does she enjoy spanking him or see it as discipline only?

Maybe she will come to enjoy it, and maybe - just maybe - through that enjoyment she'll come to see him as more than just a naughty brat and as a potential naughty 'boyfriend'; one that can't answer her back or disobey her without fear of a sore red bottom; one that - unlike the other boys she knows - has to do anything she says... or else!

It's certainly possible that his submissiveness to her (born from both her babysitting authority and his desire to please his 'crush') might well give her a rather stimulating sense of power over him... maybe she spoke too soon with that "not your girlfriend" comment after all?

Art - Fleeing The Farm Girls

"Fleeing The Farm Girls"

I started on this one a long time ago, but could never get the lighting right. I wanted it to be a bright sunny day on a big open farm property, but it always came out too dark or too 'shadowy'.

A recent email correspondence with the talented RedRump prompted me to return to this piece and try to finally finish it to a point I was happy enough to post it publicly. While the shadows aren't perfect, I hope it meets with approval, and conveys the situation and emotions I was aiming for.

I actually first began this one over a year ago, after a chat with a friend named Strnggyrl. Her F/M fantasies occasionally involved overpowering and sometimes even "chasing down" a man who was trying to escape his punishment, which struck a chord with me and some very old (teenage!) "chased, caught and spanked" fantasies of my own.

Thus, with this artwork, I wanted to capture the sense of desperate fear (him) and relentless determination (her). The idea that he's trying to outrun a woman (or in this case, two women) who are clearly physically superior and fitter than he is, was the basis for the work. For some reason, big strong farm girls were the first thing I thought of as suitable 'pursuers'!

Although here he's already been given something of a 'whipping' with those switches already (and has already lost his pants in the process!), his tears are as much born of frustrated terror as of the pain of those weals; he knows he's not going to get away from this. Every time he glances in wide-eyed terror over his shoulder, they're gaining on him. He's running as fast as he can, heart pounding and legs burning with effort... but it's only a matter of time before he's caught and given the rest of the switching he has in store.

Perhaps, in his desperation to escape he'll stumble and fall to the dusty ground, much to the amusement of his pursuers? If not, one (or both) will likely tackle him roughly into the grass, easily pinning and restraining his frantic struggles.

No matter how it happens, though, he will be caught. Then it will be time for the switch. Again.

Held wriggling face down in the dirt, perhaps sat astride by one girl while the other switches his squirming bare backside? Maybe held firmly across their bare-legged laps, as they sit on a nearby tree stump; switched by one while the other watches in amusement. Or perhaps they'll drag him to his feet and over to the fence, where one can hold him bent over the rough wooden railing while the other mercilessly switches his buttocks and thighs?

Of course, they'll both take a turn - perhaps several turns - each with their switches. That is, unless they decide to fetch some rope from the barn and tie him to the fence or over a hay bale, so they can both switch him simultaneously (ouch)!

If you hadn't noticed by my stream-of-consciousness rambling here, I've got a bit of a 'thing' for 'farm girl fantasies' (the partial subject of my chat with RedRump that made me remember and finally finish this piece). I'm also a big fan of 'Daisy Dukes' (that is, denim cutoff short-shorts) in fashion for women. Of course, the two go together perfectly, in my mind.

Even the youngest rural/farm girls I've know have been fairly 'old fashioned' in their values, so I can totally believe in a scenario where a trespasser, 'scrumper', peeping tom (spying on them while they took an outdoor shower behind the farmhouse?) or lazy farmhand gets himself taken out to the barn or woodshed for a spanking, paddling or belt-whipping by these no-nonsense country women!

But what could be more 'outdoorsy' and 'country-style' for discipline than the dreaded switch?

I'll confess that I've never actually been switched in my life and that the thought actually kind of scares me from what I've heard, seen and read! Still, I've often fantasized about what a "go cut a switch" type spanking scenario would be like... and nine times out of ten, my imagined scenario somehow involves big, strong, healthy, 'old fashioned' country gals, too.

I somehow doubt these girls would show much pity or mercy on a spoiled city-slicker who's not used to 'country style discipline', either! Especially if he was to try and run away from his fate...

EDIT: I took to heart some of the comments here and changed his footwear to something less appropriate to running. Also, it made more sense to me on reflection that if they'd removed his pants completely, they'd have likely had to remove his shoes too (and a hasty attempt to flee would give no time for him to stop and put them back on).

Flashback: On The Naughty List

"On The Naughty List"

I did this one a long time ago, for a Christmas long past. Makes me feel rather nostalgic just looking at it again here!

This artwork came about from a fantasy I'm sure a lot of spankos have, and perhaps had when they were younger, too: a spanking for being on Santa's 'naughty list'. The idea that 'good boys and girls' got rewarded at Christmas while 'naughty boys and girls' got rubbish presents or - worse - some kind of punishment is of course something not often suggested or encouraged in today's politically correct world, but for myself growing up, the idea that come Christmas Eve, it wouldn't be a stocking full of presents awaiting me at midnight, but a red hot bottom as 'reward' for past naughtiness (the ultimate concept in 'postponed punishment'?) was a rather common thought around the end of December.

The idea of waiting nervously under the covers, unable to sleep as the clock ticked down, imagining a 'special visitor' was coming to pull me out of bed and spank me when midnight struck... surely I'm not the only one who thought about that?

Of course, me being me, a spanking from a fat old guy with a beard wasn't exactly something I liked to imagine, not even as a kid. No, in my mind, Santa would be too busy at Christmas delivering presents to the nice boys and girls, so either Mrs. Claus (an inexplicably hot 'MILF', at least in my daydreams), his strict-but-sexy daughter or attractive female 'helpers' (in my mind, like the kind of young ladies often seen in malls, dressed in cute 'Santa-ette' outfits and helping take photos of whining kids for tired parents) and would be the ones assigned the task of dealing with those on 'the naughty list'. Yes, I was a pervy F/m fan even back then!

Also, since I was (in all modesty) pretty much a 'good boy' as a child and teenager, the fantasy of being one of the 'naughty ones' seemed somehow all the more exciting. Perhaps Santa and his 'naughty list monitor' saw past what my parents counted as good behavior? With their Santa-powers, they likely knew even the small fibs, the secret naughtiness I got away with, and so on. There could be no escaping their exacting and strict standards come Christmas Eve!

While this artwork is not specifically intended as that personal long-ago fantasy (notably the spankee is at least too old to believe in Santa Claus!), it is certainly based on that concept. The single bed to me suggests this is not a married young man, but someone still living at home, who is being paid a visit this night by an unexpected mysterious woman dressed in a provocative manor, carrying a wooden paddle! Her outfit only causes further visible naughtiness once the young man is ordered (or forcibly) undressed, and that paddle is there for the express purpose of executing his long, over-the-knee, bare-bottom spanking sentence for a year's worth of disrespect, disobedience, bad language, irresponsible behavior, back-talk, lying and all manor of other things he thought he'd gotten away with!

On the other hand... there is a totally different, non-fantastical alternative for this picture: this is his girlfriend or wife, and they've been to (or are maybe even still at) a 'fancy dress' Christmas party. She's taken him upstairs for a paddling after an out-of-line remark or act. Or maybe, she's just a girl he met at the party, who's playfully led him upstairs to a spare bedroom at midnight since his familiar (though not entirely unwelcome) groping has earned him a spot on her personal 'naughty boy list'.

100,000+ Hits!

"100,000 hits? That was just one hundred,
young man! Don't be such a big baby!"

Wow! I just noticed that this blog has passed the 100,000 hits mark! I don't know what that means in terms of other "big" blogs, but I'm thrilled and honored. Thanks to all who've visited and taken the time to leave a comment, vote in a poll or drop me an email. As I've said before, I read every single one of them!

I have noticed a bit of a drop-off in comments lately (not counting my few wonderful "regulars" - Colin, Smuccatelli, Emily, RobertC, Aunty Andrea, etc. - whom I can always count on to add fun and fascinating insights). I do hope folks aren't getting bored with my art, feeling let down by my absence in October, or were put off by my Halloween posts. I've genuinely missed some of the great people who commented a lot when the blog came online, and haven't done so on recent posts. Still, I know all too well what it's like to get overtaken by "real life", so hopefully it's just the Christmas season keeping us all extra busy!

I mainly bring this up, though, because I want to feature some of my favourite comments in a new "Quote of the Day" sidebar gadget, showcasing a few of the most amusing or interesting little snippets of what you - my awesome readers - have contributed here.

As much as I love to read the comments left, I know not everyone takes the time to dig through them, and there are some great gems of observations people have left that I feel adds to my art and stories - or just spanking concepts and conversation - tremendously (sometimes more than my own words and art!) and I'd like them to be seen more prominently. I'm assuming anyone who leaves a comment publicly (rather than emailing me) is happy for this, but do let me know if you've said something you'd rather I not call attention to!

So do please keep the comments coming, especially those of you who were here when the blog started but have since either drifted away or become 'lurkers' (something I'm guilty of on many a blog/site, I'll admit).

Maybe I should have a special "Love Our Lurkers" event in the new year, eh?

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: 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.

Art: A Tattletale Earns Him Seconds

"A Tattletale Earns Him Seconds"

This picture (which was the basis for my new blog site's "banner" and logo decorations) came about after wanting to do a new "school" scenario artwork. I wanted to feature both a teacher and a "schoolgirl", and decided to make the latter the "class tattletale".

The tattletale's uniform is admittedly more "adult store" than "real school", but it kinda fits my imagination of this as an exclusive college or private senior high, where the girls are allowed (and encouraged!) to dress as teasingly as they wish!

It also fits with my idea that his erection was likely caused by the mean little tattletale sneakily teasing him (crossing her legs so her skirt rides up, playing with her tied blouse, sucking on a pencil) every time he risked a glance over his shoulder from the corner... and then calling the teacher over in mock-shock when he was visibly aroused!

The boy in the corner, already soundly paddled for some unknown offense (perhaps related to his tendency towards "excitement", though I tend to think it was a more mundane and typical school offense, like forgotten homework or tardiness) is desperately trying to persuade the girl not to draw attention to his involuntary excitement... but of course, it's too late and she's not listening to his frantic "shushes" anyway!

The teacher, for her part, isn't impressed. She probably thinks he's aroused as a result of his sore bottom, the perverted little brat! Well, she'll give him something to be excited about this time... it's back in front of the class and over her desk for a second - and *much* harder and longer - paddling for him now!

And it's all that bratty little tattletale's fault...