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.



Sunday, 30 June 2013

Out Of Bounds


An interesting phenomenon happens around this time every year. With the Wimbledon Tennis Championships in full flow, London's public parks - not to mention those across the rest of the country, and presumably the world - begin to echo with the rhythmic thwock thwock thwock of people at play. And that's not just couples taking advantage of the summer sun to indulge in a little outdoor discipline - it's friendly rivals swinging racquets on the municipal courts, too, inspired by the prowess of their televised idols.

Now, if I'm honest my interest in tennis is limited to the sexiness of it - the toned limbs, the athletic grace, and yes, alright, those wonderful panty-revealing little skirts and dresses. My interest in al fresco spanking, on the other hand, is a whole lot more hands-on. I've only spanked outside on a handful of occasions, but those of you 'in the club' will know what I mean when I say it's quite a unique experience - a heady mix of giggly pleasure, excitement and the fear of discovery by unwitting passers-by. My lovely naughty girl and I go to great lengths to avoid being stumbled upon - neither of us wants to subject other people to our kinky shenanigans - but I daresay there are situations where one or both of the participants is not so shy. I'm sure there's the odd strict lady who regularly warms up her boyfriend's bottom and doesn't care who sees it - especially when his humiliation will be at the hands of the lithe young woman she'd caught him ogling a few minutes earlier!

How about you lot? Are you into the tennis, and if so is it for more noble reasons than mine?

And does anyone have a true tale of denuded derrieres in the great outdoors?

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  1. Mr.X30 June 2013 at 20:19

    Into for the same reasons as you, Underling..) .I know this is the only time of the year when people play tennis in my local park too..)

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    1. Underling7 July 2013 at 18:00

      Cheers, Mr X. I think it's a little hot in London for tennis today, not least on Centre Court. But Andy Murray has just taken the Wimbledon title as I type. Yay for Britain! :)

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  2. Anonymous30 June 2013 at 21:57

    Brilliant... one of your best. One occasion sticks out in my mind regarding outdoor spanking. My spanker fashioned a switch to use from a fine branch of a tree. It was the most painful implement I have ever had the misfortune to encounter. To this day I still like to complain to him about how much it hurt me :}

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    1. Underling7 July 2013 at 17:57

      Thanks, Anon. That switch does sound rather harsh - but it's probably safe to say you'd done something to deserve it!

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  3. Anonymous1 July 2013 at 08:43

    I think his sister will make sure that the tennis player is engaged in conversation whilst the odd swipe lands across his bottom. Really like the touch of her sandaled foot resting on or pushing down further his underwear. Not that he would want to move away from the tree with his erect organ on display.

    Femsup

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    1. Underling7 July 2013 at 17:55

      Thanks, Femsup. I think of that as his girlfriend or wife rather than his sister, but as I always say half the fun of drawings is that they let the viewer add his or her own interpretations!

      Whoever she is, she won't be the least bit abashed once that tennis player comes into view - and she'll be highly amused at his embarrassment. I'm pretty sure she's aware of what's about to happen, which is why she's making sure he doesn't attempt to pull up his underwear!

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  4. Anonymous1 July 2013 at 15:11

    Great work underling!! Spanked for ogling, with what looks like a freshly cut switch, does it get any better than that? Aren't there rules about cutting the bushes in public parks? Looks like he's got some welts there.

    Thanks for the fantasy. JayJay

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    1. Underling7 July 2013 at 17:48

      Cheers, JayJay - that is indeed a freshly cut switch. It's one of the other wonderful things about spanking outdoors - wherever there's a tree or a bush, there's an implement. Not that I'm advocating cutting branches off plants, of course - there's often one lying around that's still green enough once you strip the bark off ;). And if someone is going to get caught cutting off branches, make sure it's the spankee :D.

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  5. Anonymous1 July 2013 at 23:09

    One of my favorite fantasies is to be spanked by an accomplished female tennis player. It's something about their assertiveness, their tanned toned bodies, the short skirt and bare legs, and their muscular, practiced arms.....that makes this scenario irresistible. I'd bare my butt for any amateur or professional player and let her swing away....even in public.

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    1. Underling7 July 2013 at 16:29

      Thanks, Anon. I think it's safe to say we're on the same page :). Of course the Williams sisters seem to top many people's lists of fantasy tennis dommes - but there have been plenty of other candidates over the years!

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  6. Servitor2 July 2013 at 22:26

    Underling, tennis just isn't my thing I'm afraid. I've always preferred the thwack of willow on leather, on the village green.

    But your brilliant illustration, and elegant prose, might persuade me otherwise.

    How does one become a ball boy, do you suppose? I have always fancied that... although I expect I'd make all sorts of mistakes at first. Goodness, I expect that would make the players cross! They get so keyed up, don't they?

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    1. Underling7 July 2013 at 16:15

      I really don't want to burst your bubble, Servitor, but I'm afraid you might be a little old to be a ball boy - except in one of those private tennis games that take place out of public view, and in which the players wear white PVC outfits, stockings and suspenders and highly impractical shoes. I think in that case the women won't be very skilled at tennis at all, and they'll be knocking your balls every which way.

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    2. Underling7 July 2013 at 16:21

      Servitor, I forgot to say - thank you for the kind words! :)

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  7. Anonymous4 July 2013 at 15:15

    Hello Underling!
    You have jogged my memory for sure. Indeed I have a tale of my denuded derriere in the great outdoors from about 20 years ago.

    The wife and I were hiking in the mountains and we were walking up an open ridge where there was a rough hewn bench for hikers to stop and enjoy the view of the lush green valley below. Since it was a hot day, I was carrying my shirt and she was following me up the mountain side. When we stopped at the bench and I commented on the beautiful view she agreed, and added that for her there was also the view of my bare back and cute little behind working hard at climbing up the hillside.

    She took off the belt from my jeans, told me to drop pants and shorts to my ankles and lie down on the bench for a "just because spanking". The strap cracked across my bare cheeks 30 times and I finished that hike with a sore and welted bottom. As the pain subsided my horniness increased.

    We were as randy as two teenagers by the time we reached the top, where we found a secluded picnic table. I spread my shirt across the table top, dropped the pants again and we did the wild thing with my sore behind down on the table and her on top doing me "cowgirl" with her gorgeous breasts bouncing up and down. We climaxed very quickly, and,as she "dismounted", she said I was in for more back at the motel room.

    There were four other cars at the car park by the trail head when we started out and we met two other couples on the hike. The second couple arriving just as I was pulling my pants back up after the licking. We exchanged cordial greetings and they moved on, but I'm certain they had the opportunity to see my welted bare behind and no doubt they heard me yelping between cracks of the strap. For all I know they could have been watching the entire event. I think that surprise meeting added fuel to the mountain top love making which followed.


    JayJay

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    1. Underling7 July 2013 at 16:03

      Hi there, JayJay my friend. What a wonderful anecdote!

      I take my hat off to you - you've more courage than me, in that I don't think I've ever done the other thing outdoors in a public place. When someone appears on the horizon it's enough of a scramble to get the spankee decent again - never mind both of you being in a state of undress!

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  8. QBuzz4 July 2013 at 18:09

    Great artwork Underling. Tennis based fantasies are always hot, and it's certainly the season for it! I'm sure a few public spankings on centre court would cure the grunting phenomenon that plagues the sport.
    I don't have any al fresco spanking tales myself but Strict Julie recently told a great story of spanking her husband on a nude beach over at her Strict Julie Spanks blog.

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    1. Underling7 July 2013 at 16:00

      Thanks, Q. There certainly is something about tennis, isn't there?

      I do pop over to Strict Julie's blog from time to time and I really enjoy it - but no al fresco spanking anecdotes of your own? Well, get out there and make some. man! ;) Just don't frighten the horses...

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  9. Anonymous7 July 2013 at 16:30

    I grew up playing tennis at a club. I was not a serious player but good enough to be on the edge of the tournament caliber folks. And I spent untold hours lusting over those toned legs in short skirts glistening with a bit of perspiration.

    My favorite seats were at the end of a couple of slightly elevated courts so I was actually a few feet below the players - in one out of four games my favorite player would be receiving serve - deliciously bent over bouncing from side to side to ensure readiness

    Certainly among my most powerful memories,

    Best

    Rosco

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    1. Underling7 July 2013 at 18:05

      Those sound like very good seats indeed, Rosco - seats with a view of seats, indeed.

      Personally I've never been coached in tennis - and it shows!

      Thanks for your comment.

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    2. Anonymous7 July 2013 at 19:18

      I should add that I still entertain certain fantasies from the Tennis Club scene in which my dominatrix wife plays one or more parts.

      In one, Susan and Theresa have just finished playing and have showered and have left Susan's bag on the shelf as they go to the canteen for a lemonade. I can't resist reaching in, pulling out her panties and rubbing them across my face. Of course I am caught by a certain different Susan and the three of them .... well you know the rest.

      Also my college girlfriend was a pretty good player and I loved to touch her all over after she played. She was usually pretty accommodating. But when her roommate Sue (sorry, but I guess I knew a few women with that name) came back from a semester abroad, she told Lisa that she should make me mind my manners. Sue even suggested she spank me. At first Lisa laughed it off. Then one time when I was particularly obnoxious, Sue offered to do it herself. Lisa said whatever and left the room to take a shower. Sue went to town with a hairbrush. Lisa saw me contritely standing in the corner afterward and decided that spanking me was a good ides after all.

      Finally there was Pamela who saw me watching her play and realized it was not because it was such a great tennis match - though she was a ranked player. She instructed me to meet her in the seldom used rec room in the upstairs of the clubhouse where she lectured my then spanked me with a ping pong paddle. When I started to yell out, she pushed her panties into my mouth to shut me up.

      Oh yeah, one more - when Susan (same as above) and the twins Beth and Louise and I were playing ping pong, I could not resist and playfully copped a feel of Louise's yellow ruffled panties. Susan took charge, led me behind some curtains, ordered me to drop my pants and the three of them spanked me. When the club manager heard the noise and came to investigate, I hurriedly pulled up my pants. Then they took me to Susan's house for more discipline.

      -Rosco

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    3. Underling16 July 2013 at 00:42

      Very nice fantasies/ anecdotes indeed, Rosco. :)

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    4. Anonymous16 July 2013 at 01:10

      Underling - thanks - I should take the time to write them up properly - I was thinking about the first all weekend and today when I was severely thrashed at lunchtime. BTW, the Grand Canyon post below was from me also.

      Best,

      Rosco

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  10. Anonymous7 July 2013 at 22:18

    On the outdoor spanking thing, my wife gave me two memorable spankings while on a whitewater rafting trip in the Grand Canyon. When everybody else was hiking up the waterfall at Deer Creek, we went to our campsite early. She paddled my bottom, with some echoing in the canyon, before we engaged in marital relations.

    The second time was in the evening. We were in camp with everyone else, but we walked reasonable far away (and the river was pretty noisy at that spot). But I think some of our friends know about our spanking activities but are usually too polite to say anything (with two memorable exceptions).

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    1. Underling16 July 2013 at 00:45

      Thanks for sharing those, Anon. It doesn't take a great deal of noise to cover up the sounds of a spanking, and I should imagine that the rushing water of a river would do a very nice job. The echoing walls of a canyon, on the other hand... not so much!

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  11. Mike12 July 2013 at 10:28

    J'aime beaucoup ce blog, les dessins son vraiment très bon.

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  12. Crimson Kid20 July 2013 at 07:13

    Well, in my younger days (12-24 years ago) I took group tennis lessons and played (usually at the lowest competitive level) in amateur tournaments on occasion, although with only moderate success.

    One of the major appeals of a female tennis player as a strict spanking disciplinarian would be her stinging forehand stroke, which presumably would be transferred to swinging a Spencer paddle or similar hard punitive implement. (In my fantasy stories, several regular feminine spankers are described as accomplished tennis players.)

    I've been walloped outdoors, on my naked buttcheeks, by my darling wife on numerous occasions--with a large paint stick, a wooden bath brush, several different paddles, even once with the thick rubber sole of a 'walking boot' for a cast on her foot, but never with a switch, probably because Honey isn't used to employing one and it's much harder to control than a stiff, solid instrument of correction.

    However, I do rather envy the boyfriend/husband in the drawing, who's obviously not being allowed to pull up his undershorts while doing his outdoor 'tree time.'

    If his chastiser is a polite lady, she should offer the approaching female tennis player, who'll be viewing the young man's bare, striped seat within a few seconds--likely having been attracted by his weeping and wailing--the use of that switch to paint some deep red lines of her own on the guy's behind.

    Sobbing, embarrassed and bare-assed, what a fun combination for him! --C.K.

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    1. Underling26 July 2013 at 01:39

      Thanks, CK. Sounds like you have plenty of al fresco experience, and with a range of implements! Switches can indeed be difficult to control, and the range of flexibility makes some much whippier than others.

      As for our approaching tennis player getting involved in the action, it's certainly possible. In this universe there are few women who'd shy away from such an opportunity!

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  13. Crimson Kid20 July 2013 at 07:28

    Well, now I've noticed that the pretty tennis player is purportedly approaching to retrieve an errantly-hit tennis ball--but I'm still suspicious that a ball landing that far off course might have been hit there deliberately, so that it's pursuer could investigate the yelping noises she'd overheard.

    Of course, ideally the two females are even in a conspiracy to have the the tennis player 'accidentally' stumble across the sniffling, well-switched penitent.

    "Sure, he could do with a few dozen more sharp swishes for 'mooning' you so rudely, be my guest, sweetie..."

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    1. Underling26 July 2013 at 01:41

      It's true that in my interpretation that is a genuinely mis-hit ball, and there's a surprise due at any moment - but your conspiracy theory is equally valid. :)

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  14. Anastasia Vitsky20 July 2013 at 09:39

    I know you say once a month is pretty good for your posting, but I wish you'd update! I keep checking back and hoping. :)

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    1. Underling26 July 2013 at 01:35

      Hiya Ana. But... this is an update, isn't it? ;)

      Thanks for your patience and loyalty - I wish I could promise it would be rewarded by more frequent posts, but I've broken such promises before! :) x

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  15. Alex20 July 2013 at 18:11

    I missed that great picture !!
    It's a very nice setting, I love how the 3 women kind of ignore him !

    I agree tennis is hot in some ways too. Also the last pic of Barb's I've put in my blog months ago was about a tennis cloakroom...

    Some people say Bartoli is not pretty, I disagree. She is genuine, athletic, and pretty in her way, maybe I should picture her spanking the journalist who has insulted her !

    Cheers

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    1. Underling26 July 2013 at 01:48

      Oh, and I did also see the wonderful Barb's picture on your blog. I hope she does get back into the swing of things - I'd love to see much more new work from her.

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  16. Underling26 July 2013 at 01:46

    Thanks, Alex - I'm glad you like it.

    I think two of these women are ignoring him right now because they haven't seen him yet. As for the seated lady, well she's seen it all before many times.

    What's intriguing to me is wondering what the approaching lady will do once she rounds that tree - will she go back and tell her opponent all about the encounter? Or will she call her over so that she can see the spectacle for herself?

    As for Bartoli, I'm not sure I know who she is - but I'm off to rectify that via Google. :)

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