Spankers Gallery – Domestic Discipline

From Roué 14

DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE

When you think about it, the three things you need if you’re going to do a spot of bottom-smacking are: (a) a bottom to smack; (b) a place to do it; and (c) enough ‘clout’, in the metaphorical sense, to get away with it. Thinking about it again, one place you are most likely to find what you need is home — either yours or someone else’s.

Certainly there oughtn’t to be any shortage of bottoms. Your daughter, your step-daughter, the au-pair, the maid (if you have that kind of house), a niece, your wife — houses are full of these, and other potentially smackable bottoms.

A place to do it? Well, isn’t an Englishman’s home his castle, or something? Who’s to know, and what business is it of theirs anyway?

The requisite ‘clout’? Of course. It’s built-in to every domestic situation. Someone’s always the boss — it’s just up to you to see that it’s you who is the boss.

No wonder then that the domestic scene is a perfect setting for the spanking artist’s imagination to run riot and supply him with endless situations in which, all in the cause of maintaining discipline in the home environment, knickers slip inevitably to the floor, pretty bottoms are bared, and the house rings with the squeals of some unfortunate young thing or other as she struggles helplessly over dad’s, step-dad’s, uncles or employer’s knees. Little country cottages don’t have to be content with roses round the door, they can have rosy bottoms inside the door too! Acacia Grove may be suburban obscurity to you and me, but to someone, and it may be your next-door neighbour, it is the Court of Kubla Khan.

We don’t need three guesses to work out that this young lady has had her bottom smacked before! All that panic-stricken clutching of trouser legs and contorting of the body, the sheer desperation in her face! Oh yes, she knows she’s going to get it alright — and she knows what she’s going to get! One wonders to what heights of agonised protest she’ll ascend when Daddy gets round to actually planting a few hefty spanks on those cringing buttocks.

Here is a charming little scene depicted, no doubt, in the parlour of Uncle Henry’s house at about half-past four, just after school. Late home, was she? Got a bad report? Who cares — least of all Uncle Henry! Any excuse will do. Just get her over the knees, have those school knickers down — Auntie won’t be home for hours yet.

And isn’t the little cherub delightfully plump in the target area? With a bottom like that, this young lady’s fate has been sealed for a long time — Uncle Henry only had to find the excuse, and now, apparently, he’s got it. And she’s going to get it!

She’s been asking for it, of course. I mean, who in their right mind would go and be a live-in maid in this day and age and not expect a bit of the old upstairs-downstairs — upstairs to her room, and a good smacking in the basement area.

Which leaves us wondering whose that cane-striped bottom might be in the upper left-hand corner. The daughter of the house? The mistress of the house? Either way, there’s no doubt who he is, the one with the pipe. He’s very definitely the master of the house!

This page of drawings is nicely uncomplicated. She’s his daughter — she must be, he hasn’t even treated himself to the pleasure of taking her pants down — and by the look on his face this is meant to be a proper punishment. This young lady will be going to bed with a very sore bottom indeed!

This one is the enigma. She’s a schoolgirl — but is she at school? Well, she’s had eight nice ones with the cane. Would have been six, at school — wouldn’t it? Perhaps it’s nicer to think that this is Miss Truant of the Year, and her step-daddy has just found out. She’s had her bottom caned and is going to wriggle all through tea — because of course she won’t be allowed to pull those knickers up — she’ll have to hang them on the hook behind the kitchen door and make quite certain that her stripey bottom comes into full and naked contact with the wickerwork seat of her chair at tea-time, gymslip tucked neatly up into her lap. And after tea — perhaps a nod from step-daddy and little Miss Stripey Bottom will scamper nervously up to her room to wait for — what? Something painful no doubt, and perhaps a trifle embarrassing too. We hope!