Men, huh? Can't live with 'em. Can't strip 'em and spank 'em. Well actually, you CAN, in this little corner of cyberspace. Around here, fully grown males are at constant risk of humiliating bare bottomed correction - hence the 'humblings' of the title.

Saturday 30 April 2011

Step Right In

To: Underling
Subject: FoF! OMG!

How's it going, little bro? Nobody spanked at your office today? What a shame. A bit more encouragement for those guys on your development team - and maybe a hot bottom for you - and you might not have missed that deadline you were worried about. No such problems here at OSIRIS, of course. Funny how all of our projects come in on time, LOL!

Anyway, I know you're super keen to hear about how Frillies on Friday went. And it was a blast! Honestly, I've never seen so much pretty underwear on show, and all of it modelled by beautifully blushing men. We raised a ton of money and popped plenty of egos, so what's not to like?

There are some new nicknames floating around since the event too - you know I told you about Richard, the guy who'd been talking like he's God's gift to women? He's now answering to 'Dick Little'. Let's just say that pink stretch fabric fitted him much too well in front!

We actually had quite a bit of resistance this year - the girls tell me that there are always one or two of the men who think they can get out of it, but this time there were at least six or seven who turned up in their regular work wear. God knows what they thought was gonna happen - 'um, I've been told for weeks that I'm supposed to spend today in lingerie, but I thought it'd be ok if I just wore my suit as usual.' Think again, little man.

One of the recent recruits even tried shutting himself in the toilets - you can imagine how well that went down. I guess we did get a bit carried away, but my manager Sheila said he can pay to get the lock fixed out of his own salary since he shouldn't have been such a spoilsport in the first place. Anyway, needless to say none of these mini-rebellions lasted very long. There was some none-too-gentle help with stripping, some very enthusiastic penalty paddlings, and then of course the dressing up. For those who 'forgot' to bring their own, Sheila has a big box full of all kinds of gorgeous lingerie, and I think every bit of it got used at some point. Who'd have thought it'd be so much fun? Like having a living, life-size 'Sissy Barbie'. With realistic squirming action!

As for the toilet hideaway, we had to make an example of him of course - for his sins he's going to get pride of place on the cover of the OSIRISissies calendar, showing off his well-paddled behind in the little lace thong we finally put him in - that is, after we'd had him model a dozen other outfits. I'm not actually sure what made him blush more - parading for us in panties, or desperately trying to cover his cock during costume changes! I do know that he didn't take too well to having his bottom blistered, hence his new nickname - 'Sobbin' Robin'. Honestly, if he hadn't wanted us to give him such a hiding then he should have shown a bit more fundraising spirit from the outset. Some people are so uncharitable.

Anyway, that's all I have time for - just on my way out for a long lunch, and before I go I have to give William on my team a motivational spanking to make sure some paperwork is done by the time I get back. What can I say? It's tough work maintaining discipline, but somebody has to do it!



Tuesday 5 April 2011

Now We Are One

On 5th April 2010, I fired up Underling's Humblings by pressing the big orange 'PUBLISH' button for the very first time.

Twelve months on from that first post, here we all are, if not quite hurtling through cyberspace then at least still trundling along and enjoying the view and the conversation.

So far the journey has been pretty leisurely - I've posted around twenty drawings and a handful of stories and animations, and picked up a quarter of a million page views and a hundred or so fellow travellers.

I've also struck up online friendships with regular readers, fellow bloggers and even a few spanking artists and writers whom I view with the kind of awe that other people bestow on rock stars.

It's been fun, and I hope it always will be. And since the people who make any blog are its visitors, then I wish all of you
many happy returns!

Now, clearly a spanking blog's birthday merits a birthday spanking for the blogger. Much as I'd love to receive one, sadly current internet technology doesn't allow them to be delivered online - maybe someone will fix that in time for next year.

Meanwhile, here's my virtual whipping boy waiting to be hairbrushed on my behalf (you'll need to go and get Flash Player if you can't see him).

Obviously this young man is super keen for his spanking to get under way, but before that can happen I need to figure out how many swats a year-old blog ought to invite. I think tradition says one swat per year plus one to grow on. But two swats isn't any kind of a spanking, is it?

Anyone have any suggestions?