Brand Spanking New Woody Toon – Bend Over and Touch Them

Earlier in the week I featured the pencil draft of this new toon as a tantalizing tease … in the top left of this post is the second draft comprised of the inked version, and at the foot of the post is the final toon fully colored and including the captions … this recent series of toons has a loose working theme of ‘Every Picture Tells a Story’ as they are designed to tell the same story several ways inside a single frame depending on the perspective of the various characters.

Whether it’s poor old Debs Morton, who is on the receiving end … Yvonne Godfrey who is delivering the whopping … or the various observers … they each have a unique view of the events transpiring upstairs in the infamous punishment room at the Woody Back to School Unit.

For anybody unfamiliar with the characters from the Woody Back to School Unit saga … Yvonne Godfrey was the evil Commandant of the heinous Secret Sorority of Serial Spankers during the dark era of Operation Scorched Arse … behind her the gal with the dark hair, slapping her cane against her hand and gleefully waiting to get some whops in was Yvonne’s first lieutenant Janet Mitchell, aka ‘Mitch the Bitch’, a revolting specimen of humanity who revels in the misfortune of others … and finally the two women watching are, of course, two luminaries of the Radical Right … seated to the bottom right is Ms Robin Wharton, better known as ‘The Wart’, an odious and rotten tequila-swilling individual … and to the left, showing off her crown jewels, is the cruel but somewhat beguiling Katie Beck, the Unit Matron … if you would like to read more about these fascinating creatures cut along sharpish to Library I where there are 38 Full Length Books featuring the full cast of the Woody Back to School Unit saga available for download in pdf format ABSOLUTELY FREE.

As usual I think Our Man in Phuket Dave Ell has done a wonderful job of interpreting the latest brief and depicting the many back-stories going on in the illustration … so well done to Dave … Enjoy … Bottoms Up! … RH

Bend Over and Touch Them – A Tantalizing Toon Tease

The vocabulary of spanking has always been an endless source of fascination for me and being a Brit of a certain age I was brought up immersed in the language of the last great cane culture … It would be unimaginable in today’s politically correct society to be spontaneously instructed to ‘bend over and touch them’ for the sole purpose of having your arse whapped with a thirty-six inch rattan cane … but it was only a few(ish) decades ago that I witnessed just such a spectacle when a rather unfortunate acquaintance was forced to bend over in the middle of a busy thoroughfare and given three strokes of the cane in front of a rather startled audience … unfortunately this was not a member of the fairer sex getting caned, which would have made it incredibly titillating, but nonetheless the pure authoritarian majesty of the phrase ‘bend over and touch them’ was instantly and indelibly ingrained into my spanko memory-bank.

What made that whole late 1960’s/early 1970’s caning era so amazing was that I attended a school populated by a fair percentage of yobos, yahoos, and thugs … the lad who was on the receiving end of the ignominious caning was no shrinking violet when it came to pitching up for scrap or engaging in a touch of anarchic arson … nonetheless, even though at the time the intoxicating scent of revolution and rebellion was in the air, I doubt it ever entered the fellow’s head to do anything other than bend over when so ordered … Strange Days in the words of the sainted Mr Mojo Rising.

Speaking of strange days … today’s totally original never seen before graphic is an early pencil draft of our upcoming brand spanking new Woody Toon … I have been trying to challenge Our Man in Phuket and Legend in his Own Lunch-hour Dave Ell , (he is a Scouser and loves accolades so I have to caress his sensibilities), with the one panel – ‘Every Picture Tells a Story’ theme … I think that once this has been inked, colored and ballooned we might have another classic on our hands … take a gander and if ya like what you see stay around and have a good old rummage about in the libraries and galleries, there’s plenty to read and see and best of all … it’s ABSOLUTELY FREE and even better it’s all Commercial Free … Enjoy …. Bottoms Up! … RH

Dave Ell – A Legend in his Own Lunchtime – Plus a New Sammy Toon

I first got in contact with the illustrator Dave Ell in September of 2009 after seeing the work he had performed for the now retired model and blogger, Emma Bishop … I was impressed and a quick Google revealed that he had produced a fairly extensive portfolio of spanking related toons including his own Sammy Simpkins series … I also learned that he was an artist for hire.

Over the years I had developed a pretty strong mental image of the characters from the Woody Back to School Unit saga and had often wished that my artistic tendencies extended to drawing but sadly those particular talents are right up there with my singing, which is abysmal … so I contacted Dave.

He responded quickly with his schedule of rates which I thought were quite reasonable … what was far more alarming was the information that he was a Scouser living in Phuket in Thailand … being a natural born Londoner this threw up two enormous red flags for me … firstly it is well known that dealing with Scouser’s can be a very dodgy proposition … I had personal experience when, some years ago (1971 to be exact … shows my age), I was leaving Wembley Stadium after the Arsenal versus Liverpool FA Cup final when I was surrounded by a group of disgruntled Scousers, Liverpool had lost 2-1 after extra-time … due to a recent piece of financial good fortune I had been able to acquire a pair of crepe soled shoes with ox-blood leather uppers and massive clown toes … these shoes were the bomb … anyway the lead Scouser informed me that he liked my shoes and after duly thanking him I attempted to hurry on my way … they rather rudely stopped me … “No,” said the leading Scouser, “you don’t understand I REALLY like your shoes!” … I have had an inherent distrust of Scouser’s ever since … the second alarm bell was his choice of residence … generally Scouser’s don’t travel well and the only time they like to be more than a mile from Anfield is when they have been forced to have it on their toes from Plod for dodgy dealings.

Nonetheless, I put these concerns to one side (even sending him an advance payment) and sat down and drafted out my first ever cartoon briefing … the first toon was not a story per se but an attempt to establish some of the central characters and set a bit of context … despite my reservations Dave delivered promptly and had followed the script … I decided to risk another punt and sent him second briefing … this time with a story-line … once again he delivered and we’ve been at it ever since.

The complete collection of our toons to date are hanging in Gallery I and some extracts and various odds and sods hang in Gallery II.

I think that it’s pretty obvious which are the earlier works when I was still learning how to write briefs (Rule Number One – limit the dialogue! It’s a toon stoopid!) and Dave was still learning the characters … once we both got confident in our own role in the relationship and I began to trust that he wasn’t about to steal my shoes it really began to come together and I think we are both pretty proud of the body of work and hopefully he has enjoyed the experience of collaborating with me as much as I have with him.

I am about to send Dave my latest briefing so we should have a new Woody toon out this week but in the meantime here is Dave’s latest Sammy toon … it’s Saturday so join me for Bloody Mary’s for brunch and have a good old rummage around in the libraries and galleries, there’s plenty to read and see and best of all … it’s ABSOLUTELY FREE and even better its all Commercial Free … Enjoy …. Bottoms Up! … RH

Holy Smoking Bumbags … Debs Gets Spanked by Ma!

While vacationing with My Beloved Jojo I am taking the opportunity to consider my strategy for finally completing the Woody Back to School Unit saga … I recently posted ‘Volume 38 –Mischief and Mayhem’, ABSOLUTELY FREE for download in Library I and had started to map out the skeleton of two further volumes that I thought might conclude the saga … unfortunately I am now coming to the conclusion that I will really have to finish up with at least three more books, so I have started drafting Volume 39 with the loose working title of ‘Holy Smoking Bumbags’ … that might change … whoever knows? … I can’t really predict how long this process will take but will keep you apprised of progress.

One of the chapters that I am currently finding a home for features poor old Debs Morton taking another trip across her mother’s knee and I thought that I would post it today until I can find a suitable spot in one of the upcoming volumes … I rather enjoy writing the Debs/Ma Morton relationship as it gives a slightly different spin on the tough-as-nails/blow-hard Debs who resides at the Back to School Unit … as I have explained many times the Debs character was originally based on a spanking I heard my best chums sister Debbie receiving, which at the time I assumed was a one off event … it was nearly thirty years later when I happened to be dining with the two protagonists in that original spanking and we were discussing the juvenile antics of Debbie’s far more (at least so I assumed) delinquent brother that I learned from her mother, in a wonderful vanilla nugget, “but it was always Debbie who needed to be spanked,” … far from being fazed or embarrassed by this comment Debbie merely giggled and told her mother that she hadn’t turned out too badly … the warm smile that they exchanged was quite wonderful and helped me in building the relationship in the books … On several occasions I have commissioned cartoons from our infamous Man in Phuket Dave Ell featuring Debs being spanked by Ma and I have included one of my favorites, ‘A Hot Homecoming’ at the top of the post … as usual kick back and enjoy the yarn … a nice cold glass of chardonnay would be my suggestion … Bottoms Up! … RH

Zinged!

Deborah supported her weight with her palms flattened to the floor of her bedroom. She tried to turn her head and look back over her shoulder.

“Please Ma, can’t we talk about this?” she groaned plaintively.

“I think that you have done more than enough talking for one afternoon Deborah,” Penny Morton said briskly as she busied herself turning back the hem of her daughter’s skirt.

“Ma I was just joking, I wasn’t being sassy,” wailed Debs.

“You have been my daughter for twenty-seven years,” retorted Penny, “I rather think I know when you are being sassy and when you’re not,” and she moved the tail of Deborah’s crisp white blouse out of the way exposing the downy fair hairs at the base of Debs spine. “Sometimes I blame myself for all your difficulties,” continued Ma. “I always thought that the home should be a spank-free zone and that school would beat some sense into you.”

Deborah did not consider it an opportune moment to remind her mother that school had certainly beaten her; in fact she had been beaten so frequently that she held the official national record for being caned more than any other pupil since files had begun to be maintained in the 1850’s.

Deborah felt her mother’s fingers in the elastic waistband of her navy blue gossamer bumbags. “We won’t be needing these for the moment,” remarked Penny.

Debs couldn’t keep herself from wailing, “Aw Ma,” as she felt the garments being rolled down her thighs, past her knees and calves until they were concertinaed around her ankles.

“Now stretch out properly and put your head right down so that we can get this over with,” said Ma as she picked up the long-handled, oval-headed, wood-backed hairbrush that she used in these situations. “We have a table booked for eight-thirty and I don’t want us to be late.” She began to circle the head of the brush across the bare flesh of Deborah’s rear end. “I told you to stretch out properly,” snapped Penny. “I’m not going to start until you do and if you do make us late this evening I shall spank you again when we get home.”

“Grrrrrrrr!!!” growled Deborah Morton as she finally slumped forward.

Penny cracked the brush down on the lower-third of Deborah’s right buttock.

“Ma!” wailed Debs. “That’s not funny! That hurt!”

“Of course it hurt darling, it was supposed to hurt,” responded Penny, “what would be the point of spanking you if it didn’t hurt? Now stop making such a fuss. You’re always boasting how tough you are on your blog, so stop acting like a muff!”

“That’s not the same!” squealed Deborah and her mother gave her a hearty crack on the crown of the same buttock, just above the first.

And so it went on, the pair of them bantering and bickering back and forth as the spanking proceeded. Debs shaking her head, punching the air and legs scissoring as Ma blistered her bum. For Debs being spanked by Ma Morton was unlike any other experience of having her bottom drubbed. It was nothing like it had been when she was being caned at school or being punished at the Unit, and it was most certainly not even remotely like the recent pleasures she had discovered in the world of recreational spanking. It was being spanked by Ma, which was entirely different, and Deborah felt perfectly at liberty to howl and scream and even blub – although she was careful not to cuss or swear while she was being spanked in case she got extra.

Slowly, methodically they worked through the cycle, Penny working her way up the right side of Deborah’s bottom and back down the left. Three cracks on either side to provide a salmon undercoat and then repeating the process until every centimeter of Deborah’s bottom was a bright and throbbing crimson.

“Now settle down and stay still, I’m going to zing you,” said Penny Morton.

“Nooo Ma! Pleeasse! My butt’s already as hot as Hades,” wailed Deborah but she knew it would do no good. Penny Morton was a disciple of Ma Brooks and subscribed to the philosophy that, “it’s not really over until you zing ‘em!”

Deborah lay across her mother’s lap, the butterflies building in her stomach. Ma was taking her time. Deborah knew what was about to happen, she just didn’t know when or where.

It was all over in a matter of seconds. Without any warning Penny Morton reached down and put her left hand on the back of Deborah’s neck, forcing her head downwards until her nose was barely inches from the floor. Deborah’s bright red and pulsating bare bottom was thrust upwards. Ma cracked the hairbrush down three times without a second’s interruption between each ear-splitting crack, and the head of the brush pounded exactly the same spot of Deborah’s swollen behind.

Deborah Morton threw back her head and howled at the top of her lungs.

“Go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head for fifteen minutes while you cool down,” Penny told Debs once they were finished, “and then get ready for dinner. The taxi will be here at eight-fifteen.”

“Yes Ma,” muttered Debs and shuffled across the room with her bumbags still concertinaed around her ankles.

Every Picture Tells a Story

This post is a little off the usual subject as it doesn’t feature the characters from the Woody Back to School Unit but I think that you will still enjoy … I don’t very often repost stuff that other bloggers have assiduously hunted and gathered but I’m sure that the brilliant D J Black who hosts the incredible ’The Voice in the Corner’ site won’t mind too much that I swagged the first picture from his site … Anybody that hasn’t previously visited the Voice should scamper over as quickly as your mouse will carry you and experience one of the truly great spanking experiences available within the blogosphere.

I have not been able to post much recently due to work commitments but am now going on a well-deserved vacation with My Beloved Jojo so I might find some time to tap out a few words … anyway … I think that the three pictures that I’ve featured today are all truly brilliant because they convey a whole story without a word being said … however, RH always feels the need to say something so here are my thoughts … in the first one you can almost hear the young lady saying something like “Hey Mister, let’s slow down here, there’s no need to be hasty!” … in the second the snarky looking Headgal saying “And you young lady are a complete disgrace!” and finally, as for the third I’m sure that it speaks for itself, “Oh shit!” … (btw I have no idea of the original provenance of any of the featured graphics so my apologies and if anybody would like a credit I will be pleased to post) … I have to run but as usual feel free to have a good old rummage through the libraries and galleries … there is a lot to read and peruse and best of all it is ABSOLUTELY FREE and commercial free … catch up with y’all soon when normal Woody service resumes … Bottoms Up! … RH