Coloring Book

The idea for a kinky/spanking coloring book raised its bright, shiny eyes to me one day (while I was desperately trying to find an outlet for said kinky inspirations) when I stumbled across this lovely illustration: (if you are the originator or know of the originator please let me know so I can credit you)

Now, I know that coloring books are rarely looked upon in today's society as appropriate adult entertainment. But, then again, neither is spanking, really, by a majority of the world! :-P Besides, the above, like many of the other black-and-white, color-in-able drawings of spankings that I've found, could hardly be deemed as child-appropriate, either...

Wouldn't it be nice to decide just the shade of red the center of our attention should be in an illustration like this? I know I would take up coloring again every once in a while if the subject matter were as compelling. :D It's a movement for the arts! Get out your markers/crayons/colored pencils/paint brushes/wooden spoons/leather straps/paddles and get to it! :D

If I had the means and production materials necessary for the making of said coloring book (one can dream), a few other choice drawings would probably find their way in, too -- please feel free to print and color at your own leisure (as long as you don't try to sell anything!):

A theme variation from Alice in Wonderland, as well as something that could have come out of Jurassic Park...

And a delightful olden-day camping trip in the woods... All with plenty of detail to kick off the start of your coloring pleasure... :D

Faerie Tails :)

If you have read more than a few entries here (god bless you :D), you will probably have noticed that I tend to exhibit a certain affinity for the involvement of faeries in my spanking day-dreams. I only began to notice this myself as I began to write, and realized just how many faeries seem to inhabit my thoughts...!



One reader noticed this, and kindly sent me some lovely pictures with a fairy/spanking/pixie theme about them... This one is an illustration which I had never seen before -- an artist's rendition of Tinkerbell :D I will here quote his own words: "Positively begging for a spanking, wouldn't you say?" Why, yes, I would! :D



Now, once I came to terms with the admittedly high volume of spanked faeries I seem to find, I started thinking about what factors may be contributing to my interest in this particular area.

If you are a spanko, or know any, you will know what I mean when I say that I've been this way since childhood. Looking up the word "spank" in the dictionary (which actually for me took a few years of building up my courage -- it was a while before I could even keep myself from purposely avoiding the entire "sp" section of the dictionary just to stay away from the word and the reaction it would cause in me)... Becoming peculiarly and embarrassingly interested whenever other children or adults told stories that involved spanking...

Well, one day, during the ripe young age of pre-adolescence, I was flipping through a lovely book in the store -- even then I knew that if I had food and water, I could live my whole life in Barnes and Noble. This particular book on this particular day happened to be Lady Cottington's Pressed Fairy Book.

Firstly, I was already interested in faeries and dragons and magic and fantastical exploits by then. The idea of a young woman sent out to press flowers in her book, like any young lady of her day and age was expected to do, but finding instead, fairies to press where there should have been flowers... intrigued me. Not only that, but the illustrations in the book, and it's artistic structure, appealed very much to my young and fanciful eye. It wasn't until I came across a very specific illustration, however, that the book fused itself into my memory and elicited from me the same physical and emotional, quite unexpected reaction described above.

I remembered this book when pondering my interest in the two seemingly unrelated subjects of faeries and spanking, and my pre-teen experience standing there in the bookstore came rushing back to me. I searched, and here, dear readers, I have for you the alleged picture in question, which may or may not have had an impact on the early developmental years of my kink:



Although this beautifully illustrated pressed fairy seems to have undergone an unfortunate splattering effect (as have many of Lady Cottington's distressed pressed faeries), one cannot mistake the element of charm captured in her posture and urgent facial expression. My breath stopped when I saw this picture as a young, impressionable child (who, if you remember back to your own days of innocent childhood, had very rarely been privy to the sight of any pictured form of the naked human body, even if it was the slightest hint of the softest of soft porn like the above). If anyone had seen me at that moment I'm sure I would have been blushing, and soon thereafter I felt compelled to put the book back on the shelf and steer clear of it for a while lest the same embarrassing sensation overtook me unawares a second time.

Clearly, no spanking is happening in this picture, but the implication and exposure is very much there -- I think at the time I first saw her, it was more just the idea that this poor fairy would now have to live an eternity of innumerable people flipping through the pages of the book and finding her and staring at her embarrassing predicament, she unable to move or do anything to prevent it... :D Goodness... what avenues of fantasy this post has taken! : )

Thus, I hope my affinity for faeries has been more thoroughly explained, not only to you but also to myself, and I'm sure many more entries featuring these lovely (mostly female) little creatures will find their way through the door into fruition and discussion. :)

Backseat Spanking

Back after a two-month hiatus! I should be spanked for such lackadaisical blog up-keep... :D just a suggestion...

Speaking of which, I had a fun time driving a friend to the airport recently... A spanko friend, of course :D Unfortunately we didn't get any time to play while he was in town this time, but I was able to drive him to his flight home...

Once we got to the 'picking up and dropping off' area right outside the airport (you know, the place where you can only stay for like 30 seconds before a stampede of guards comes rampaging over to you like you're going to set off a bomb...) -- Once we got there, I got out of the car, naturally, to help him get his bags out of the backseat. Alright, I suppose maybe that wasn't the only reason I got out... :D

After he'd revved me up, so to speak, during the drive over with hot and steamy talk of spanking, I suppose he just couldn't resist... Right there in front of the airport, people and all, he took the opportunity to bend me over the backseat of my own car from the outside. "Just pretend you're looking for something, that's it..."

He then proceeded to land three, HARD, swats over my jeans... Seriously, I had forgotten that he could swing that hard, I felt all three through my entire body... He then helped me stand back up straight, my face bright red, saying, "Did you find it?" :P!!

Needless to say, I was INCREDIBLY distracted on the way home... Good thing I could concentrate, just barely, on not crashing my car, or I might have had to deal with some burly young police-man, too...! :D

Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season and Happy New Year!