A friend, Asa, who publishes Spanking Emporium blog, recently posted a fetching photo of one of his models taken from above. It showed her sacral dimples, cheekiness, lovely divide as she bent over. Given WordPress’ restrictions on not showing any sexual orifices, regulations that I’ve chaffed under, I found this quite creative. Asa entitled this photo “A Bird’s Eye View.” I commented that if I was to have a bird’s eye view of a lovely lady, I’d want it to be a falcon’s eye. Can you imagine being able to see something as small as a mouse in the grass from hundreds of yards up in the sky? Researchers say that falcons see objects in slow motion, much like successful major league baseball hitters see a fast pitch. Fascinating!
Anyway, my loving Top says that when he see any haughtiness in my eye, that’s naughtiness in his opinion, a spankable offense. Let’s look at some photos of lovely ladies that I’ve run across on the Internet who had “a look about them.” Look, please, at the statuesque lovely pictured above. Her facial expression and body language combine to convey an attitude saying, “So what if I’ve misbehaved, whatcha gonna do about it?” She needs to be shown…
Similarly, this brunette cool customer is offering an unmistakable challenge in her demeanor.
This photo captures the first step in a change for the better; notice how she’s starting to see the light as she’s made to bend over, offer her bottom up for correction.
This blond’s expression seems to confidently be conveying the question, “Like what you see?” Hold that eye contact as you warm her cheekiness, redden her fair complected bum, to answer, “I like it better now!”
There seems to be a bit more of a ‘tude captured in the photo of this blond. Let her cradle her bosom if she prefers, you are concerned with that fanny, the one that’s screaming for a scorching.
These two culprits are the worst offenders. Look at the unspoken defiance in the blond’s lift of her chin, the tilt of her friend’s head. Change their minds by spanking them both, one right after the other, in the presence of the other. They’re wordlessly asking for it. Answer them both in a language they’ll understand. There’s a lyric to an age-old song, “School Days,” that says, “…taught to the tune of a hickory stick.” That’s what these two need, to be made to go outside and cut a switch each, a switch that would then be worn-out across their proffered posteriors.
Now for a couple of girls who are starting to get the idea that their actions have consequences. To be reprimanded with the command, “Now lower your britches, young lady!” is the first step on the long journey to reformation. This cutie is beginning to understand “exactly what you are going to do about her past misdeeds.” Turn that look of anticipation and distress to one of contrition with a thorough thrashing of her bared backside.
Finally, the master artist, Aslan, has captured in his sketch that magic moment just before the storm unleashes its fury across her well-upholstered tush, where it’ll do her the most good.
Every one of these photos contain pretty females with a certain look in their collective eyes. Sometimes the look is haughty, sometimes outright defiance. The ball is in your court; how are you going to serve it back? May I suggest an ace of a shot, a volley of arm-exercising wallops, perhaps with a pickleball racquet or ping-pong paddle?