Art - The Lady And Her Maids

"The Lady And Her Maids"

It's the end of Mean Maid Month here at Banjo's BBS, and I hope you've enjoyed this little special I drummed up as much as I have. It's been a lot of fun reading and responding to comments here; a huge thanks to everyone who's taken the time to write their thoughts or feedback. It means so much to me and is what keeps me going! I will be responding to the latest ones tomorrow, but since this was the last day of the month, I wanted to get the final themed art piece posted...

As a finale, this is a brand new piece that puts the maids of the month's theme in unison with their Mistress herself... a truly devastating combination for the young man here who has found himself the target of their painful attentions!

Art - Thrashed By The Maids

"Thrashed By The Maids"

Few spankings are more painful than a caning... except perhaps a double caning!

As Mean Maid Month continues, I bring you a piece that depicts what I see as a truly "nightmarish" ordeal for this young man, as he finds himself on the receiving end of a very sound and severe thrashing at the hands (or rather, canes) of two decidedly cruel (but sexy!) uniformed maids.

Art - The Maid Lends A Hand

"The Maid Lends A Hand"

Continuing Mean Maid Month in March 2017...

This piece is my attempt to depict the more "playful" side of maid spankings... at least, from the maid's point of view! Hopefully it's clear that the maid dishing out this spanking is enjoying herself, though whether it's because she's delighting in a new authority to punish, a long-held dream of spanking this particular boy coming true, or simply having fun smacking a cute bare bottom bright stingy pink, is open for interpretation.

Mean Maid Month

"Excuse me? What do you mean 'Maids
should be the ones GETTING spanked'?!"

There's something about maids and spankings that go together so perfectly.

Spankings and "schoolgirls/schoolboys" (adults in school uniforms) are a natural pairing due to the real-life history of corporal punishment in schools, but maids and spanking is a bit of a less obvious match that is nonetheless probably the second biggest "costumed spanking" sub-genres I can think of.

Why is it? Maybe the fact that maids (or indeed any domestic employee) were historically "servants", as well as the way society treats domestic chores as "menial" compared to, say, working 18 hours a day in an office (!)? Does this mean that maids and other such domestic staff are thus often seen as "submissive" by their very job nature, and thus ripe for exploring spanking fantasies in a context that is somewhat more believable than many other employer-employee relationships, even in today's modern age? It IS true that servants in the past were indeed subject to corporal punishment by their "masters" and "mistresses" in days gone by...

Of course, this is Banjo's BBS, so I'm always going to see a lot of traditional spanking cliches a bit differently (read: more "femdommy"!). As a straight male, I've always found the "maid fantasy" (attractive young ladies - often stereotypically "French" - dressed in frilly, lacy, black and white uniforms that seem rather impractical for actual maid work) sexy, though as you might expect, usually from a "uniformed ladies are authoritarian... even when said uniforms are skimpy and their roles are as servants"!

Thus, in celebrating Mean Maid Month here at Banjo's BBS, I want to look at the DOMINANT side of female maids.

Flashback - Look, Don't Touch

"Look, Don't Touch"

Now this is an old piece! One of the first I ever did, in fact.

I was never really 100% happy with it (yeah, but when am I?) and looking now, it's the lighting (too much shadow) that bothers me most. However, given it's supposed to be set at night in a bar, I suppose it works.

The concept, obviously, is based on the old "look but don't touch" rule any respectable bar, nightclub or even strip club has towards its scantily-clad staff... a rule it seems one of the patrons either forgot or chose to disregard!

Well, clearly the waitresses in this cocktail bar has taken exception to the guy who got a bit "handsy" with her. She's visibly angry, letting out her rage on his rapidly-reddening backside here as he gasps and yelps and sobs like a naughty boy. I don't think she thought twice about shoving him forward over the bar and yanking his trousers and underpants down for a very hard, very public, very humiliating lesson in how not to treat the bar staff!

If he refuses or tries to resist, well, she can always call the manager. Or the police. She can certainly have him banned from the bar (his favourite hang-out) for life. She could even call his wife/significant other for him to explain why he was in a bar groping waitresses at this hour of the night?. Or he can shut up and take his spanking. Yeah, that's what she thought.

Looking at it again now, I especially like the other waitress/bartender and her expression as she watches; she looks rather amused at what's happening. I wonder if this sort of thing occurs often here? Does she 'know' the guy getting spanked, perhaps? Is he a regular customer who often flirts with her and the other girls, and now she's smiling at seeing him finally get what he deserves? Or alternatively (more evily!) she's enjoying the show just because she always thought he had a nice butt and is enjoying seeing it get bared and smacked by her colleague? Either way, from the look on her face, I can almost hear her smugly commenting "Yes, that's really teaching you a lesson, isn't it?"

As to exactly what the events leading up to the blonde waitress' ire and the nature of that certain inappropriate touch were? Well, I see several possibilities...

Perhaps (as I likely originally intended) he's indeed the sort of chauvinistic prick who feels "look, don't touch" doesn't really apply to him, that "those girls are asking for it, dressed like that" and even "what harm is there in a playful pat or pinch on the bottom as they pass? It's all in good fun, right?" In which case, he's finding out exactly what an unwanted "pat on the bottom" feels like... though a lot more (and harder) than just one "playful" slap!

Or perhaps he's not such a villain as he might appear? Perhaps it was actually an accident... brushing against a passing waitress while reaching for a drink? Maybe he just forgot himself in a somewhat tipsy state and gave her an "affectionate" touch without thinking? But is that any excuse? Not for this no-nonsense waitress, it seems! She's had enough of drunk, lecherous customers pawing at her all night, and doesn't want to hear his damn excuses... he's just the final straw tonight! She's going to make an example of this guy! He's going to learn to be more careful with his hands in future! He may say he's sorry now, but she'll make sure he's sobbing out very sincere apologies soon.

Or perhaps, just perhaps, he's actually totally innocent? What if the guy on the other stool is in fact the cad who groped/pinched/smacked the blonde waitress as she leaned over the bar between them? What if she spun around and immediately decided it was the poor fellow on the right who did it, and didn't care to listen to or believe his protests of innocence? If that's the case, no wonder the unspanked guy on the other stool looks shocked - that could have (should have) been him! Meanwhile, some poor random guy who just happened to sit on the wrong stool that night is getting an unwarranted, humiliating, pants-down spanking in front of the whole bar for nothing at all!

Whoever he is and whatever he did or didn't do, when his brisk-but-very-sound public spanking is over, will he sheepishly pull his pants up and sit painfully back on his stool, scurry to the bathroom to cry and cool his poor hot bottom in the sink, or run home with his tail between his legs in utter shame?

It was fun revisiting this piece again, not the sort of scenario I often do, but interesting because I can guess that a lot of other spankos would likely think "sexy costumed waitress" = waitress gets spanked^*! Me? I guess my mind went in a different direction without hesitation! While there's certainly a large degree of sexism (and arguably, objectification) inherent in many business that dresses their female employees in skimpy, revealing, intentionally-provocative outfits, I've always felt that - since patrons can do nothing but look (and dream) - these ladies actually maintain a certain degree of power over their male customers. Or maybe that's just my own "anything can be twisted to a F/M dynamic" perspective and how such ladies make me personally feel around them?

Hmm... now I'm thinking that maybe I need to do a follow-up 'restaurant girls' fantasy post?

*Heresy warning! Heresy warning! Awooga! Awooga!

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 - 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!)

And... I'm back!

"Okay, brat... which one do you want first?"

Thank you for your patience and kind words, folks! It took a little longer to get myself 100% than I thought, but as of today I'm back in the saddle and ready to start this blog going again, and will be catching up on your comments as soon as I can!

As a gift to all who wished me well, here's a quick new artwork I did of the kind of medical "encouragement" that might have prompted me towards an even faster recovery... though anyone who (like me) ever feared a "shot" from a nurse might be a little nervous when presented with the following sight!

Meet Nurse Sophie... she doesn't tolerate any nonsense at her clinic, and she isn't known for being kind, sympathetic or gentle with her patients, either! So what do you think she might be saying here?

A) "Either you take your shots or you get spanked... your choice!"

B) "Since you're being such a baby about taking your shots, you're going to get a spanking as well!"

C) Something else?

Either way, you just know where she plans to administer those dreaded injections... either laying over her knee or bent forward over the exam bed, that needle is going right into in your poor butt!

Which means, if it is after her awful paddle has blistered that same fleshy part of your anatomy... DOUBLE OUCH!

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...

Flashback: Hall Monitor Meanies

"Hall Monitor Meanies"

This week's "school theme" begun with my new piece continues with this very old artwork of mine, called "Hall Monitor Meanies".

Here, I imagined a boy assigned the chore of scrubbing the school hallway floor with a bucket and sponge (no mop, so he has to do it on his hands and knees). His short pants make this hard on his knees, of course!

The girls "supervising" his work are either all Hall Monitors or Prefects... or at least, one of them (probably the ponytailed girl on the right?) is one, and the rest are her friends who've come to watch the hapless boy scrub the floor in his lunch hour.

I tend to see what happened as follows: he was ordered by the girl(s) to scrub the floor, but when they saw he wasn't doing a good enough job, he was given a bare bottom spanking (perhaps tucked under the angry hall monitor's arm?) then and there! However, during that spanking, he knocked over his bucket, so now he's *really* in trouble! What do others think? Maybe he knocked the bucket over afterwards, since his vision is blurred with tears and he's not paying close attention due to his stinging backside? Or maybe one of the girls walking by *kicked* it over, just to get him in more trouble? What do others think?

With her hands on her hips, the dark haired girl certainly looks annoyed at his "clumsiness"! The blonde on the left is "helpfully" pointing out the mess he's made, while the pigtailed girl behind him is likely explaining either why or what should be done about it! The redhead looks quite amused by the whole "show" (perhaps she's another "new girl" like I suggested in "In Front of the Class"?)

Flashback: In Front of the Class

"In Front of the Class"

It's a "School Special" this week, to celebrate my never-before-posted "A Tattletale Earns Him Seconds" artwork's release!

In this old artwork, I wanted to capture the "ultimate nightmare" of a male student... a pants-down walloping by an attractive but strict teacher in front of his cute female classmates!

Here, he looks (I hope!) suitably "cowed" after a painful encounter with his teacher's heavy wooden school paddle, and is nursing his poor bare bottom with tears running down his face, as Miss points the way back to his (uncomfortably hard) seat.

Meanwhile, the two girls sat in the front row of the class are snickering and giggling to each other. The brunette on the left is a little in awe of having just seen their male classmate get paddled... or maybe she's just surprised at how hard he was paddled, or at what a big baby he's being about it? Or maybe this is her first day at this school, and her previous one didn't allow bare bottom paddlings? What do others think?

Whatever the reason for her amused surprise (she seem to be gasping "Wow!" here to me), her friend on the right (the blonde girl) is much less shocked and more smug: she's probably seen boys get spanked before (leading credence to the "girl on the left is new" theory?) and enjoys the show! Maybe she's pointing out to her female classmate that his reaction isn't unusual, nor is their teacher's severity with him? Maybe she's telling her not to worry, because only boys get paddled like that at this school? Or maybe she's just agreeing smugly "Yeah, that's what he deserved!"

Whatever the whispered discussion in the front row (a good place to sit in this classroom if one wants a "nice view" when a boy gets called up to be paddled by teacher!), do you think that this sobbing spankee is going to *ever* live this incident down with his classmates?

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?