Born to be Spanked

Have you ever come across a gal in your everyday life that it occurs to you that she would probably benefit from a damn good spanking? Not for any particular reason or for anything they have done but they just have an aura about them that gives the impression a trip over the knee would benefit them considerably.

There are numerous wonderful blogs that pay homage to the region of the female anatomy that is of most interest to punters of my persuasion. There is no question that many (or all) of these posteriors are perfectly designed for six crisp thwacks with a whippy, rattan cane, but these are not the women I am speaking about.

For instance, many years ago, back in the UK, I had a particularly grueling commute to the office that involved several underground and over-ground trains. Travelling on British Rail commuter trains is a peculiar business; although there is no assigned seating arrangements travelers become very territorial, always using the same carriage and whenever possible the same seat every day.

The 7:40 Waterloo to Guildford was no exception and for two years I shared a compartment with the same few commuters. One of my fellow travelers was a young businesswoman. We became nodding acquaintances but in keeping with commuter convention we rarely spoke.

She was an attractive creature, with a slightly rounded face, large eyes, a button-nose and a full pouty mouth. She was always meticulously dressed in dark skirted business suits and read the Guardian newspaper. For no particular reason from the moment I first set eyes on her I became convinced that she needed to be spanked apropos of nothing in particular.

For a writer trains are a great source of inspiration. I used to select a person and compile their life’s history to while away the boredom of travelling. I spent many hours piecing together this unsuspecting young lady’s back-story. She appeared educated and from the rare occasions I heard her speak she had that slightly plummy accent that is generally only learned at English boarding schools. She had a certain air of self-confidence so I imagined she might have fulfilled the lofty role of Headgirl.

She smoked and occasionally on Friday evenings I would see her with a friend/colleague in the buffet car drinking white wine so I assumed that under the veneer of respectability lurked an inner-Ladette. I imagined that she had probably made the occasional excursion to the principal’s office for a dose of the cane to set her back on the straight and narrow.

I have no idea why, out of thousands of commuters I encountered every day this particular young woman struck me as being born to be spanked.

Back in the late seventies and early eighties, during the glorious heyday of Janus and Kane there was one model who I always thought had gone into the spanking-trade by vocation. She featured in a number of photo-shoots and several films produced by Gatisle Ltd. I have no idea of her real name but she featured variously as Lindy, Penelope and other popular spankette pseudonyms. She seemed to emanate a mystical aura that she really needed to get the spankings and canings for her own good.

Now in these pictures she is at admittedly something of a disadvantage as she already knows that she is about to take a trip over the knee. However, I am convinced that even if you encountered her walking down the street in civilian clothes it would immediately occur to any warm-blooded spanko that this was a gal who would always benefit from a damn good spanking. Draw your own conclusions. 

By the way I noticed that several of the links to older posts didn’t work properly due to a vagary of HTML coding so I have fixed all the links and now everything works as advertised. Bottoms Up! Thanks for stopping by … RH

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