Best Picture of the Week

I love this drawing from Au Fil des Jours...Au Gre du Temps--look at the marks and her facial expression.

Ben's Temptation

So, we spent the 4-day weekend at a music festival surrounded by scenic mountains and fun-loving hippies--a thrilling experience of peace, love, happiness and incredibly great music. But, for the spanko in us, there were temptations everywhere. There were men with whips. And girls in swirly skirts, tutus, or short shorts, who loved bending, stretching, dancing, hooping, and twirling right before our eyes.

We were in the sort-of second row of a tight tent show, when this cutie barged up right in front of us, wearing this, with her bum right at Ben's hand level. What on earth should he have done about her rude behavior?

If you can find a way to get to one of these festivals this summer, I highly recommend it.

Best Picture of the Week

This actually the header for a new-to-me blog: BottomsRed

With Her Tail Tucked Between Her Legs

Leather Flyswatter--oh my!

Who would think of such an evil/delicious combination? I don't think I should I tell you where to buy one. Oh, you really want one. Are you sure? really, really, sure? It's going to hurt--you know that right? OK, go here, but DO NOT tell them that I sent you.

Best Photo of the Week

I couldn't resist this cutie from MarQe's Study again:

Forgetful and Flogged

"What is your whip doing out here!?" Ben calls to me as he comes through the back door.

Oh, my god, my heart stops, why was I such an idiot to leave it there?

"Well?" he strides into my study, eyeing me suspiciously.

I, caught without an answer, look down and try to avoid his gaze. After I had taken the photo for Monday's blog on Le Martinet, I had run off to upload it in the computer, leaving the whip out on the dining table, abandoned.

I try to explain all of that to Ben, but he was having none of it (of course, he hasn't read the blog yet either). We have employees who come and go from our home constantly. "What if one of them saw it?" he asked.

I know that I am caught out. It is entirely possible that someone could walk through the door at any time and I had absolutely forgotten that it was there. While you might suspect that I did it on purpose, it is simply not true.

Needless to say, it wasn't long before I was feeling its bite on my own ass.

What is Your Favorite Color?

Do you have a color that is always on your mind, at work, at play, late at night when your alone?

Is it scarlet?





Is it rose?

Is it crimson?

Could it be ruby?

Perhaps maroon?

Or is it just plain red?

Le Martinet

For a good startle last week, my Word-of-the-Day was martinet. I have been reading spanking blogs for over a year now, including French blogs, and I had never come across this.

DEFINITION:
noun: A strict disciplinarian.

ETYMOLOGY:

After Jean Martinet, an army officer during the reign of Louis XIV in France. He was a tough drill master known for his strict adherence to rules and discipline. He was killed by friendly fire during the siege of Duisburg in 1672.

USAGE:

"Many people believe the agency acts like a martinet. They say the agency is hard-headed and hard-hearted. They say it is dictatorial and unyielding."


COMMENTS FROM READERS:
"Born and educated in France, I remember the martinet, the French word for an object like a baton with leather ribbons gathered at one end. The martinet was the ultimate threat when a child misbehaved, object of fear, it was hooked in homes at arm's length of parents, generally in the kitchen. Believe it or not, I recently noticed some for sale in a French hardware store in Paris!"

"Just the word "martinet" still sends chills up my spine even though I never felt its wrath, nor witnessed its use. You see, "le martinet" was the much feared leather strap -- capable of delivering one heck of a wallop -- that hung on the wall in our French Catholic school classrooms. Just the sight of one was enough to keep the unruliest students in line. "Barbare" to say the least!"

"In French-Canadian grade schools, over fifty years ago, unruly students would go to the principal's office to receive a form of punishment we called "le martinet", essentially a leather strap blow to the hands. I know I worked pretty darn hard not to make such a visit."

"In French-Canadian circles (particularly in Northern Ontario), the term "martinet" was used to refer to a large wooden paddle (or other wooden stick) that school principals used for discipline, correction, and coercion.

I myself never fell victim to "Le Martinet", but I was aware of those who were "disciplined" using this holdover from the inquisition. Nevertheless, the word itself was enough to cause a child to tremble in their "souliers"."

So I looked it up on Wikipedia and they had the photo above as an illustration. That's when it dawned on me, we own one of those!!

Best Photo of the Week

All Things Spanking has given me the opportunity to publish my all time favorite photo by Alexandre Dupouy. Isn't it glorious?