Art - Pool Party Paradise

"Pool Party Paradise"

It's been a long time, but I'm hoping this might mark the start of renewed posting. Since this is a "double celebration" of sorts (my first new art post in years and also that this weekend is my birthday) I decided that showing a literal celebration would be fun. So, I present... a spanking pool party where the ladies are very definitely "in charge"!

Flashback - Swimwear Struggle

"Swimwear Struggle"

For us Aussies, the nice weather has left us, but here's a flashback to keep everyone warm... in more ways than one!

Mixed swimming spots are always both fun and troublesome places for most guys; whether at a beach or public pool like the one depicted here, being surrounded by women in swimsuits that often conceal little, a male's own bathers make it very hard to hide any embarrassing "expressions of interest" in the female forms on display. And for ladies so inclined, on show are many equally enticing pert male posteriors in skimpy Speedos just asking to be given a firm smack or fifty!

Is it any wonder that a guy could get himself soundly spanked in such a situation, then?

Another Year Older

"Happy Birthday Banjo", by Jean-Phillipe Cors (aka JPC, circa 2003)

It was my birthday the other week (October 2nd, to be precise), a fairly uneventful one by even my standards, but birthdays always make me think of spanking (though really, what doesn't?).

I'm sure many a 'vanilla' got their first adult spanking as a birthday tradition/rite of passage/party game, while being naughty at any age on your birthday (complaining about gifts, food, guests, generally acting like an entitled "It's my party!" brat) surely doesn't exempt the birthday boy/girl from a hot red bottom, does it? I still remember (a long time ago now!) turning 21 and receiving a silly over-sized wooden 'birthday card' in the shape of a giant key, which my family and friends all passed around and signed; being a hopeless lifelong spanko, my first thought even then was "I wonder what a birthday spanking with that thing would be like?"

Due to a more busy "real life" these days, this year I didn't get to run a contest or anything fancy this year as I'd considered (since the 2011 one was such fun!), nor have I done a new birthday-themed art piece.

Instead, I wanted to share something very special to me. It was first posted at my old Yahoo group way back in the early 2000's, but I felt it deserved a proud place here on my new blog, where it can be seen and enjoyed by all.

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!

Flashback - Caught With His Girlfriend

"Caught With His Girlfriend"

What's more embarrassing than being spanked by your teenage girlfriend? How about being spanked by your teenage girlfriend's mom for "fooling around" in her daughter's bedroom!

This is an old piece of mine, and one of the ones I wish I still had the master files to re-render at a larger size; IMO, it turned out pretty well especially given the old technical issues I faced (slow old computer that frequently crashed trying to render "complex" scenes like this). The scattered clothing was something I really wanted to do, even though "cloth" is hard to pull off in 3D, especially back then)... I really wanted to capture the idea of the guy and his girlfriend shedding their clothes all over the floor as they "heavy petted" (or even more!) on her bed upstairs.

Did they know her mom was home? Maybe, and they were trying to keep as quiet as possible (perhaps an uncontrolled moan or cry is what led to their "discovery"?). Or maybe mom was "out", and they thought they had the house to themselves for a while! Oops, looks like she came home early!

I wanted to leave several "clues" as to the relationship setup here:

Firstly, the daughter - while half-naked and obviously a bit embarrassed at having her mom walk in on her and her boyfriend in such a situation - is actually giggling behind her hand here (it's a bit hard to see at this size, sadly). Almost in spite of herself, she finds the sight of her mother spanking the daylights out of her kicking, pleading, apologizing and totally naked boyfriend rather funny!

Secondly, note the photo on the dresser besides the sports trophy; it's of mom and daughter. They're a close pair with a deep bond; she's "mommy's little princess", and that means that mom is always going to take her side in a situation where her boyfriend might argue that "she asked me to!" or (worse) "she led me on!". Her darling daughter would never "lead a boy on" like that. He must be lying to save his own tail, right?

Of course, the truth may be different. In fact, when I made this I'm pretty sure that was my thinking. She did lead him on. She invited him up to her room that afternoon, despite his concerns of "what if your mom catches us?". She pushed for him to take their relationship further, to undress, to "touch her there" and... well, he's a guy, right? So despite his better judgement, how could he refuse his cute, half-naked, horny (and very persuasive) girlfriend?

The fact that his girlfriend didn't leap to his defense when mommy burst in and dragged him over her lap to show him what happens to boys who mess around with her "innocent little angel" might make him less trusting in the future, true. Still, if she doesn't decide to dump him after this, I suspect she'll be able to continue twisting him around her little finger.

Not that she was ever in any real danger, of course, outside of the embarrassment of her mom walking in on them like that! Her adoring mother doesn't believe in ever spanking "her precious girl" (who is always well behaved and a perfect angel in her eyes). Why would she ever spank her well-behaved darling?

Or perhaps her daughter actually is going to get punished for this too. After all, she was half naked in the arms of a boy in her own bedroom! Yes, that would call for a severe punishment for the girl... like losing her mobile phone for a few days, no internet for the rest of the week, or even (gasp) not being allowed to go to that big party on the weekend. OMG! Even loving mothers can be "totally unfair" like that! The fact that he'd gladly trade his humiliation and red-hot bottom (that will hurt to sit on for even longer than she'll be without her phone!) for his girlfriend's "awful" punishments is not open to debate.

Regardless of whether she'll be punished or get off scott-free, I suspect that the daughter knowing that she doesn't have to worry about a spanking from mom herself is not only cause for her sexual brazenness compared to his, but also part of why she finds this all rather amusing. Maybe she has a brother who gets spanked, or maybe she's never actually seen a spanking before? In either case, having it happen to her cute boyfriend is certainly something else to witness! Who knows, she might enjoy it so much that she'll end up persuading him to let her spank him too if their relationship continues?

Whether mom will tolerate her keeping him around as a boyfriend, however, is another matter. Even if she does, any social situation which brings the three of them together (such as having him over for dinner or even just picking her up for or bringing her home from a date), will have a very different tone now that he's spent time over her lap. At the very least, the slightest hint of "inappropriate behavior" could see him swiftly turned bare-bottomed over her mom's knee once again!

Is she worth the risk? What do you think? I suspect that with just a sweet smile, a suggestive hip-wiggle or a coy little kiss from her, he'll be back risking his butt upstairs in that same bedroom again soon!

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!)

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...

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: 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?

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: 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?