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See the Isle of Man Logo on the uniform. this is the famous Manx Birch and the man who would wield it on your bare bottom with little mercy.
Two inmates in a French Prison being checked by the doctor before receiving a twenty four stroke caning each.
A girl gets the paddle at a rodeo….not seriously I think.
A girl at an English College in the 1970’s getting put in her place by her friends who caught her stealing from their purses.
A Spanish maid getting punished for dropping the food..
I was told by the German Lady who sent me this, that her Grandma took in in a Frankfurt Park just before the war.
1950’s America, and a girl being spanked all the way home from school, and hearing the famous words… “Just wait ’til I get you home!”
1930’s Holiday fun…for some anyway! She is smiling, so probably it is…just a fun holiday snap.
We have all seen the bratty, rude girl at the bus stop. it is a mock up from a shoot. I was told who by, but have since lost it!
Girls who fraternised with the enemy were paraded naked and then spanked, after the war in many Euripean countries. Better than hair cutting and tar and feathering I think
This is a mock up, but very well done. By Italian Spanking Art I think.
What a great idea, a game show that not just rewards the winners, but spanks the losers!
Happy Birthday to you…SMACK! Happy Birthday to you….SMACK! birthday spankings seem fun, until you reach 35 and Mummy has a score to settle!
This is a real school caning, the family who sent the photo in asked that faces and names were not to be given.
Film Star or not, a naughty young woman got spanked by her Daddy!
Old School Discipline – 1905 up on the rostrum before the class. open back knickers added to the humiliation.
London, 1960’s and a protester is hauled away by the police for a very public spanking….because the photo went around the world!
The house leader in a 1930’s finishing school for young ladies has the privilidge of being able to spank her house members when needed and voted for.
A bratty teenager is spanked by Grandad at a family party for not respecting her elders!
Miss Mildred Richards, Justice Witkower1922, Chicago
Grandma and younger brother watching a stroppy teenage big sister get a spanking in the local park
Outside the Moulin Rouge, a dancer who let the can can show down gets a public spanking in the street outside, next to the artistes entrance. I bet she has a Moulin ROUGE bottom!
A young girl in a Middle Eastern country has brought the family name into disrepute. They drive to a car park, and tie her in her lifted burka to thrash her bare bottom.
Girls being made to carry their own punishment implements into the town square. Puritanical England 1668
One of the most common fantasies of you spankees. I have even been asked to set this up for some of my customers! I did too, see ‘public punishments 1 and 2. A spanking in class before others.
A naughty maid caught stealing gets a bare bottom thrashing before dismissal.
Another schoolgirl gets her bottom bared before the others!
Up on stage for this public thrashing.
A sloppy waitress gets a spanking before the customers.
I wonder what she did to deserve being dragged out before a baying crowd for a bare bottom spanking?
Special occurrences sometimes recorded for us…
Before we start, judicial canes were long and thick. As shown here…
A lot of judicial birches were long with the birch twigs untied at the end, (a little like the Manx Birch, but that had thicker twigs, see below)…Those used in the home or school were usually, but not always shorter as this photo of public school birches show…
Although not public, witnesses were present at birchings and some police officers trained in their use..
Note the judicial cane as shown above resting on the table here…
This waitress is rather forgetful and has had a very bad day, finally she tries the patience of the cafe manager too much, by taking the wrong drinks to the wrong table, just as she is de-corking a bottle! She turns her around, bottle between her legs and spanks the girl! See how the passing girl customer is laughing at her predicament, and everyone turning around to see! “Can you not get anything tight you stupid girl? Bend over!”
“Next time it will be on your bare bottom, so you had better Buck your ideas up young lady!”
‘Owwww, ooooh stop stop, everyone is looking at me, stop owwwww, yes , I will, just …owwwww!….stop pleeeease!”
Here is some nice artwork depicting public punishments/spankings…
Here are a few newspaper clippings of spankings, I have put them all in here, but not all are public. My favourite one to start is though…
I am greatly enjoying your website. I personally enjoy seeing photographs and illustrations of girls and women being publicly punished. I have seen any number of girls of different ages being punished publicly in the past at school, church, in the market, in the park, in car parks, and right on the sidewalk, but not for a long time. Nowadays, most of the girls punished publicly, mostly by their frazzled mothers, are little girls, and if older, are more than likely being given traditional birthday spankings, or boyfriend spanks on their girlfriends jeans clad or skirted bottom. I grew up in the 1950’s and 1960’s in The South, when spanking girls at school and home was very common. I often saw the stripes of a recent switching on the calves of young and older girls, alike. I really do miss those days, but the memories still linger.
I do believe that if public strapping, or paddling of delinquent youth, pilloried as in one of your drawings, was to be reintroduced into law here in America, we would have far less juvenile crime. The offenders buttocks would not even need to be exposed to the crowds that would gather. Only their head, hands, and thighs and calves need be exposed. A “modesty shield” such as those on the front of many secretary desks, would effectively hide the privates of either sex. The area where the public whippings would be administered would only need to have a wooden or metal barrier installed directly behind the raised punishment platform, to deter onlookers from behind. The citizens who would gather to see the sentences carried out would hear the loud piercing cracks of thick, oiled leather or aged solid oak striking bare flesh, over and over, and over. They would personally witness the pleas, begging, loud cries, yelling and screaming from the mouths of those being soundly paddled or strapped the requisite number of strokes. The crowd would see the suffering grimaces of judicially prescribed pain on the delinquents faces, their faces turn red, their noses drip involuntarily, the tears stream down their cheeks and drip onto the platform, their hair become matted and brows sweat, and likely they would see knees buckle and the young offender’s legs having to be strapped to stanchions to support them till their whipping has been completed. Both young males and females would be eligible for a sentence of public corporal punishment. Vandalism is vandalism, and girls bottoms are no less suited for strong medicine than are boys.
This return to an older form of justice, seen by men and women, and particularly by children at the impressionable ages when lessons in the consequences of bad behaviour can be inculcated in them, would serve to keep neighborhoods safer, parents jobs easier, and with less teenage rebellion, and would help to encourage young offenders to resolve to walk the straight and narrow path. After all, soundly applied corporal punishment would be an experience few teens would likely want to have revisited on their bared behinds.
That is a very well written comment. Thank you very much for taking the time out to post it.
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I grew up in the 1980s and 1990s, and while spanking was, I think, still in common practice in my neighborhood, it had already gotten a certain stigma attached to it, mainly from well-intentioned liberals who could not differentiate between abuse and discipline that came from a loving place. My folks were, and are, progressive liberals with strong social consciences, but they also are very old-fashioned in their beliefs on raising kids.
All of us, I am the oldest of four, with a younger sister and two younger brothers, were spanked into our mid-teens. To be clear, our parents were heavily involved in our lives and provided, sometimes at great sacrifice from them, all that we could ask, both materially and emotionally. We were always cared for and knew that we were loved. Equally, they were clear on expectations and consequences, and there was no ambiguity or inconsistency in either.
As I said, the stigma attached to parental spanking meant that it was not discussed in the open and never outside the family. I often felt like I was the only teen in the world who was still getting her bare bottom spanked, and that often felt very lonely and isolating. It was comforting, at least, that I had a set of cousins, the children of my mom’s sister, who also grew up in a spanking household and whose parents shared the same views on it as my parents did.

There were six kids in that house: My cousin, Judith, known as Judi, was a couple months older than me. We were, and are, extremely close and often shared our experiences and feelings on being spanked and were frequent consolers, each of the other. I got my last spanking at 16 1/2, but Judi was still getting them as a high school senior. Judi is actually my uncle’s niece. My aunt and uncle took her in when she was 8 or 9 and formally adopted her when she was 10 (long story). She grew up in that house and thinks of my aunt and uncle as her parents. The oldest of my aunt and uncle’s biological kids are twins, Jackson and Jordan, two years younger than Judi, followed closely by Julia, a year younger, and Jason, a year younger than Julia. My aunt and uncle later added another boy, Jeremiah, who is about 5 years younger than Jason.
Like my mom, my aunt was a first-response spanker. Though she tended to let more things slide than my mom did, probably because of the sheer number of kids there, spankings were not rare there, and, unlike my house, were always done in the open in front of whatever family happened to be there. With the exception of the youngest boy, I’d seen each of my cousins on the receiving end at least once, bent over getting the paddle applied to their bare bottoms. My aunt also believed in ‘while you are a guest here, I expect you to follow the rules’ and I had found myself in that bent-over position a handful of times when I stayed there over the years.
When this recollection took place, I was 18, already married, and living with my husband in a studio apartment over my in-laws’ garage. My mom called me on a Friday and asked if I wanted to spend the weekend at her house. My husband was in the Reserves and was away on some training exercise. At first, I thought she wanted to offer me some company so I wouldn’t be all by myself, and while that may have been in true in part, I came to find out she was watching three of my cousins that weekend, in addition to my youngest brother, so perhaps she may also have been looking for reinforcements.
The twins, who were around 15, were on a travel hockey team and my aunt and uncle were chaperones at some tournament taking place over the border in Canada. My dad was there too, because the older of my younger brothers was on a team in a different age division. My sister was on a sleepover, so that left my brother Patrick, who was 10, Julia, who was 14, Jason, who was 13, and Jeremiah, who was 8, for my mother to corral.
The evening started out well. Though I was not of legal age, mom let me drink while I was there, and I was enjoying some sparkling wine. Mom was making pasta with meatballs, a favourite of the kids. My little brother seemed to be enjoying having Jeremiah around, maybe because it meant he was not the youngest for a change.
That left Julia and Jason. Julia was in the midst of her young teen girl ennui and everything in her body language, tone and expression said she wanted to be anywhere else but where she was. I tried to engage her, but the monosyllabic responses I was getting caused me to throw in the towel. Jason was always moody and sullen, even on a good day, and his mood that night was apparently compounded because he was missing out on some outing with his school buddies. His face was planted into the screen of the Gameboy he brought with him and he barely acknowledged anyone else’s existence.
My mom called everyone down for dinner around 5. And while Patrick and Jeremiah were eager eaters and answered the bell the first time, it took some additional cajoling to get Julia and Jason to the kitchen table. Julia was playing the ‘I’m not hungry’ card and asked to be excused. Mom was being unusually patient, but shot down the request with a terse: “No. If you don’t want to eat, fine, but you can stay here until we have.” That engendered a huff and some mumbles that, again, mom let pass, although I could sense her growing agitation.
Perhaps as a passive aggressive way to get herself away from the table, Julia started fussing with Jason, whom she was seated next to. First, she said she wanted the Gameboy after dinner. That started an argument over what their mom had said about sharing it. My mom refereed that one, and the table fell silent for a few moments.
Then Julia piped up that Jason was kicking her under the table. Jason said he wasn’t. Then Julia told Jason to move over and stop crowding her, punctuating the request with an elbow to Jason’s ribs. Mom intervened again, telling them both to knock it off and settle down.
The snipping and sniping kept up in muted tones for a few more minutes before erupting again when Julia shrieked: “STOP KICKING ME!” and thrust another elbow into Jason. He, in turn, slapped her forearm and she made the move to slap him back. Their voices were raised and there were several words used by both that definitely were not table appropriate.
I can’t say for sure exactly what happened next, but in the scrum that ensued, someone’s hand made contact with the glass milk pitcher on the table, tipping it over onto a porcelain salad bowl. The collision broke the handle of the pitcher, put a significant chip in the bowl, sent salad flying and sent a gusher of milk spilling across the table. Mom jumped up and shooed everyone away from the table in case there was any broken glass. Then, very calmly, she took command of the clean-up, dispatching me for paper towels, clearing away broken dishes and inspecting floor and table for any stray shards. Satisfied, she turned her attention to Julia and Jason, who were standing a few feet away against a wall.
To say their demeanors had changed would be mass understatement. The petulance and sullenness had been replaced by shock and fear. Julia, especially, was trembling and there were tears in her eyes. Mom pointed at her.
“I want you to go upstairs to the closet in the hall and bring down the paddle that’s in there,” she said.
Julia dissolved into sobs and began begging forgiveness.
“It’s too late for that, young lady. I warned you both and now there are going to be consequences.”
She turned to Jason and told him to take one of the kitchen chairs and place it in the middle of the room. Julia returned moments with the paddle, a firm plywood ping-pong paddle that had the rubber removed from one side which had then been sanded and varnished. Julia shakily handed over the paddle to mom.
Mom sat in the chair and had Julia and Jason stand side by side. By this time, the other boys and I had returned to the table and were about 6 feet from where Julia and Jason stood. My mother waved the paddle at both.
“I warned you both. Get those down,” she said, pointing at the sweatpants both were wearing. Now, just as in my house, every spanking at my aunt’s house was given on a bare bottom. Being told to take down pants meant both pants and underwear. It was implicit.
Jason made a sour look, but knew protest was futile
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