Every Picture Tells A Story

For as long as I can remember I have been inexplicably drawn to spanking pictures. I can even remember the first spanking image that fascinated me. It was in kindergarten (this would have been 1965 for those of you old enough to remember that year lol). We were looking at our "Sally, Dick and Jane" books and one page completely captivated me. I completely forget the story, of course, but I will never forget the picture. It was a picture of the littlest kid, Sally, spanking her doll for some infraction. Every time my teacher, Mrs. Grimm (whose name fit her I assure you) would make us turn to another page, I would flip back to that one the minute it was safe to do so. Remember, it was 1965 and little girls still spanked their dolls because in 1965 you could still spank little girls and not have DCFS called on you.
Even now, 43 years later, I still remember that. While I don't recall the exact picture, I remember my preoccupation with that picture vividly. Since that time, other spanking pictures have caught my eye and my fascination.
A few years later, when I had discovered the wonders of the school library, I came across a book (I forget the title) that was actually a book of poems. I don't remember any other part of the poem except (of course) the part that talks about a spanking. I believe it was about the color red and mentioned some things that were red. It was beautifully illustrated. This certain picture featured a chubby-faced little girl (who looked suspiciously like Shirley Temple, no doubt the epitome of the perfect child at the time this book was written) with her little panties down and her bottom showing. The picture was a drawing and it was in black and white. As you might expect, the only color in the picture was this little girl's red bottom cheeks. A caption under the picture mentioned her "little spanking place" being red. Big, fat tears were emanating from her eyes. Another picture I was drawn to. I took that book out of the library again and again just to see that picture.
I remember in my high school yearbook from sophomore year (that would have been 1976 for those of you keeping score at home) there is a two-page pictorial called "Life At Central" (which was the high school I attended). We had a Christmas dance in the gym and, of course, we had to have mistletoe. However, some of the boys decided that, instead of kisses, any girl who got caught under the mistletoe would get spanks instead. There, on the second page, is an absolutely gorgeous picture of a typically dressed 1970's boy (T-shirt bearing the logo of the high school sports team and bell bottom blue jeans) with a typically dressed 1970's girl under his arm, his other arm in mid-air. Both boy and girl were smiling. I was at the party but stayed completely away from the mistletoe, as I was not yet ready for a spanking from the star pitcher of the high school baseball team, who, by the way, I had a huge crush on. This picture is one I go back to again and again. In fact, whenever I open that yearbook it falls right to that page that's how much I have stared at that picture. I knew both kids but the picture was still captivating. I am pretty sure the boy is a spanko. Only a spanko could come up with spanks instead of kisses for getting caught under the mistletoe. I'm also pretty sure he's the same boy who threw my sister, Cheryl, into the swimming pool our freshman year and called it her "initiation" into high school. Ahhhh memories!
I recently saw a picture on Devlin's blog of an old picture that has really captivated me. It is in black and white. As near as I can guess it is from the late 20's or maybe early 30's. It shows a woman with her dress up, bent over a love seat or something, being held down by a rather stern-faced man bearing a birch bundle. His sleeves are rolled up. Now, I think that picture is probably posed or something, at any rate there isn't a mark on the lady's bottom. Maybe the marks came later, but that picture captures my attention again for some odd reason. You can't see the lady's mouth but I have to believe she is smiling. I even use this particular picture for my screen saver. It is just a beautiful picture. And though there is nothing sexual going on, to me it is highly erotic. I think that's because I tend to think of birchings as very erotic. Anyway all the birchings I have ever gotten were wonderfully pleasurable experiences.
I tend to scan websites for nice spanking pictures and I also have some very nice ones that are actually of me. Some people seem to be drawn to the sounds of spanking. I am drawn more to the visual aspects of spanking. I sometimes wish I had eyes in the back of my head, so I could see the look on the face of the person who is spanking me.
I love to see spanking pictures though now, of course, my taste runs to men and women spanking each other and not little girls spanking their dolls. I guess I have grown up... a little!

That's all for tonight...have a great one everybody!