crankyspanker

Spankings in mainstream media have lately been somewhat lacking. It is not PC to show any type of spanking at all. This topic used to be OK even by Uncle Walt’s standard. I have commented on the various implements and manner of dress appropriate to this adult activity. I can think of a few though, a nice one in Weeds including the soreness afterwards and an obligatory peek at the bruised buttock in the mirror.

http://youtu.be/jmCnT0qffjY

In the series Bored to Death, Jonathan helps Nina with a teacher spanking student fantasy. They are also caught at it.

http://youtu.be/JrAOjWuBN2o

I am not a big sports fan, I would rather settle in with a good book than watch sports. There was a trend I found out that included paddling and paddle matches in wrestling. Watching two women struggling to get a paddle from a high pole, the winner getting to use that paddle on the loser, now that’s entertainment. I found this short segment on my hard drive, it is not a paddle match but a male wrestler punishing a female one. The spanking is very brief, but I really admire the smooth transition from dip to over the knee that this male wrestler achieves. I don’t know either athlete and the clip is pretty old.

http://youtu.be/6HjI6HNUJjI

Now if you look at spanking content in advertising it used to be suitable material to sell products. From coffee to Shirts, or even girdles, somebody thought that would sell products. I think the girdle add was best something about a tight corset felt so good especially pulled up over a freshly smacked bum. I have also seen links claiming these ads to be sexist. I seem to remember a brief ad campaign for jeans which featured a young woman bent over showing her butt about to be smacked.

Equal Opportunity!

I like this print ad from Italy, I just don’t know what they are selling. You can find a whole collection of provocative ads here http://designerscouch.org/view-collection/95-Provocative-Sisley-Print-Ads-449 but I think I like this one best.

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Here are a few assorted drawings from the archives.

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I hate exercise, hate it, hate it, and hate it. Did you know I really hate to exercise? That being said over the years I have relented and signed up for various aerobics classes. Oddly enough these classes were always all female, not that I had any idea when I signed up. Okay some idea but it was enough incentive to get me to go and work out three times every week for the length of the courses. We all must find the motivation that works best.

I was able to behave myself with my classmates; most of them were as much in need of working out as I was. All I had to do was not step on anyone and try not to trip over my two left feet and fall down. Unfortunately the instructors were always in way better condition than I could aspire to, very fit and way out of my league, and I did tend to aspire to them. Something about women in excellent physical condition getting all sweaty got to me.

I went to this one class regularly for a couple of years and I did ask the instructor what she did for fun. She told me she liked to take bicycle rides, very long bicycle rides, 50 plus mile trips by bicycle. Well I did not have a death wish so I did not try to get along. I still wonder maybe I should have brought her an apple.

In hindsight I was under the impression that chasing these women was a pointless endeavor. Like the chihuahua chasing a Corvette, just what would the poor dog do if he caught it. Recently a photograph resurfaced. It was taken with one of those Polaroid cameras and though dating is difficult I can state with reasonable confidence it is definitely from the late 20th century. In it there is a fellow with a California tan in my kitchen and you can see the muscles in his abdomen. I suppose that the right motivation and all those sweaty hours of crunches paid off after all. I don’t think those muscles have been visible for some time.

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She is also completely brilliant by the way. I have been a devoted fan of her writing since I first stumbled across her blog. Her tag line “I’m barely pink. You know what to do.” is perfect. After I read some of the current posts I read through her archives. I only read a few posts each day, trying to extend my experience as long as possible.

A couple of weeks ago one of her posts “A Letter of Reference” left me completely speechless. I have been mulling over it since then and am still quite stumped. I wanted desperately to comment on it but dammitall my usual wise guy persona had completely deserted me. I had absolutely nothing to add.

Since then I have been trying to amuse myself in my spare time. Wondering what would be required if in some Twinkie zone reality I was allowed into her presence. This may have been triggered by something I read on her blog or something that just surfaced in my conscious mind, a lot like a mental burp. I imagine that if you cannot crack yourself up, how in any reality someone else could find you funny. So here goes.

Would it be prudent to bow over an extended leg like Roland Deschain of Gilead, or more appropriately bend the knee as in King’s Landing? A quiet your grace and just maybe lightly brushing lips over proffered knuckles. There would most likely be rules.

Do not stare at her breasts, don’t speak unless spoken to, keep your eyes downward and do not look directly into hers, bow or curtsy when approached and definitely do not stare at her breasts.

Perhaps it would be best to borrow from the church and Tom Leher on proper etiquette.

First you get down on your knees,
Fiddle with your rosaries,
Bow your head with great respect,
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect!

But all kidding aside Pink has helped me with my blog, supported me when kicked off blogger and in a passing reference actually remembered my first post. I hope to be a friend to her.

CS