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Darcy has produced a colour version of one of the Roué back cover drawings which I have added to the original post here .

In the heyday of spanking magazines there were often standalone pieces of spanking artwork in addition to the story illustrations. The most obvious example being the Contents page of Janus but there were plenty of other examples. These drawings often told a whole story in themselves. First up here are some small cartoons that were featured in the corner of the back cover of the first four Roué issues, so may well have been overlooked by many readers. They have a great cheeky sense of humour to them. From Roué 1, an eskimo family warm themselves around the recently toasted bottom of the daughter of the family. From Roué 2, granny finds a use for her granddaughter’s sprawling legs, while grandpa teaches her an old-fashioned lesson. From Roué 3, a schoolmaster is shocked by how many pairs of pants this miscreant has tried to get away with wearing. Finally, from Roué 4, a father is interrupted whilst using a dog lead to punish his...

The card read: ‘Darling Annabelle. Because it’s your birthday you get to choose which order I use the canes in. And now you are sixteen I have an extra little something for you. Well, maybe not that little.’

 

The spanking had gone on for nearly 20 minutes now. Tilly was sobbing and howling, tears streaming from her eyes, hands frantically grabbing at anything within reach. She bucked and squirmed and wriggled on Eric’s lap, her desperate movements adding to the considerable pleasure he was feeling already. ‘Come along girl,’ he said between hard smacks on her deliciously red bottom. ‘Let’s be having the truth shall we? I can keep doing this all evening if need be.’ Part of him hoped she would continue protesting her innocence. He had found Tilly and Violet behind the church, whispering and giggling to each other. When confronted they said they had been told to wait there after choir practice because the Reverend wanted to speak to them in his office. They were in an excitable state because during the practice session they had been told that the choir had been accepted into the Inter-Parish Choir Challenge and it seemed more than likely they would be travelling to London for the finals. Th...

‘I found the cane old boy, Silly little thing had tried to hide it in with her hockey stick! That deserves another 12 at least I think.’

‘Come along now Vicky. On your knees and hold Mr Jones’ hands. It was his window you smashed so it’s only fair he gets a good look at you while I cane that naughty little bottom of yours. And if you ask him nicely he might agree to let you off a few strokes…’

A story with an illustration from Darcy The weekends were always Cyril's favourite time of the weekend. Unsurprisingly, Violet, his young niece, felt differently. Since she’d come to stay with her uncle while her mother ‘got better’, which was how the family referred to her occasional visits to the rehab clinic, she had grown to dread the end of the week. On school nights she would receive the occasional spanking. But, on Friday, Cyril cleared the evening so that he might properly administer the corrective discipline a wayward young girl like Violet needed. After dinner at 6.30 she would be sent to shower and make herself presentable, before meeting in the lounge at 7.30, hair neatly brushed, a modicum of makeup permitted and in her school uniform. Cyril would lecture her as to the dangers of drink and drugs. The lecherous desires of young men. The temptations that a girl’s own physical cravings created. All this while she squirmed and wriggled over his lap as he spanked her te...

‘Come on. Show us how you do it you little slut.’

The club members ensure that the new waitress’s first night is a memorable one

Reverend White gives generously of his time to make sure the girls in the choir stay focused

Back by popular demand... The Reverend White could never be accused of sparing the rod

The Reverend White takes a keen interest in the development of the girls of the Parish

‘We’re not finished yet young lady…’ The spanking was awful. Then he caned her and she cried like a little girl. But this is the part she hates the most. ‘Let’s have a little check shall we? I know what you young sluts get up to. I’m sure you’ve let the boys have a good feel of this already, haven’t you.’ ‘No! I haven’t! I really haven’t.’ ‘Well you say that. But it feels to me like you’ve already had a finger or two up here. I’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping wet already. You dirty little thing. Come on, open those legs. Let’s see if you’re still intact shall we.’

My latest young houseguest is a terrible wriggler. During each of the daily caning sessions she has earned, she cries and pleads and wriggles and, seemingly unable to muster even the slightest degree of self control, tries to avoid discipline by placing her hands in front of the delightfully plump target area. I have recently tried to help her maintain a little dignity — and to keep her sensitive hands from receiving too many hard blows — by tucking her wrists inside the tight waistband of her lowered knickers. They are of course several sizes too small, so I find they hold her hands quite firmly in place. It’s all for her own good of course, and I find the ritual of preparing her just so helps me to focus. Even if it does start her crying even sooner.