Topless spanking?

I’ve been browsing through my saved galleries, and happened on this shot, which represents a spanking style I don’t understand no matter how I try to wrap my mind around it.

Here we have Kaylee bent over for a paddling: topless, but with her trousers still on.

Do you see the appeal in making her go topless, but leaving the trousers? Would you mind explaining it, perhaps?

(The image comes from this free spanking gallery)

Northern caning night on 15 March

Some nice people have written to me about an event they’re organising in Wakefield on the 15 March. Although I can’t be there myself, I thought I’d let you folks know about it in case you fancied it.

For full details of what’s on, what it costs and how to get there please download this handy flyer that the organiser supplied me with.

The event is supported by Northern Mistresses at Westgate Old School, Northern Spanking, Central Spanking, Lady Pandora, Jan at ITC & Lucifers daughter. There will be CP/Fetish stalls including Coventry Canes, who will be donating prizes to the Caning Contest winners. Disco & Buffet are included for £25.

Stockings, heels, and a bit of spanking

As far as deviant music videos go, “Like a Bad Girl Should” by The Cramps is pretty funny. It’s like they’re trying to see how much supposedly kinky, supposedly sexy things they can cram into one vid:

I can’t say that any part of it turns me on – dude, that is not much of a spanking – but it’s amusing. In a “look at the vanillas portray kink as they understand it” sort of way.

(Thanks to Simon Jenkins for the link.)

Answer to the puzzle

The various replies you munchkins gave to the puzzle I set you last week not only were quite impressive, but they also told me things I didn’t think I wanted to know about your psyche. (A bunch of scorpions, Ramsey? Come to think of it, you didn’t really surprise me.)

Anyway… Tigetbutt wins the challenge: it was a paddle with holes.

I’ve got a bunch more pictures in this series, but I’ll have to post them later: my broadband at home is dead, and I can only cope with some much staring from other people in the pub as I load up the photos…

The Big Bottom Craze

This news story has amused and bewildered me:

A national dance craze in Ivory Coast has spawned a black market in treatments claiming to increase one’s bottom size.

The dance in question has been inspired by DJ Mix and DJ Eloh’s hit song Bobaraba, which means “big bottom” in the local Djoula language. When it plays you can be guaranteed that the dance floor will be packed with people shaking their derrieres. Even Ivorian footballers have adopted the moves and could be seen wiggling their bottoms in a curious on-pitch dance after each goal scored during the just-ended Africa Nations Cup.

However, doctors have warned of the possible dangers of some of the concoctions on sale.

You can’t please some people can you? “Oh, my bottom’s too big. Stop eating! Forever!” “Oh, my bottom’s too small! Inject random substances into it!”

Gold star to the doctors for stating the bloody obvious. Bizarre remedies off the street might poison you. Hmm.