#harsh

[downfalldestiny]

Once the harsh winter is gone, when come the good and easier days, we often encounter bears swimming by the ice edge. Polar bears are extremely capable of having fun alone with whatever they find 🐻‍❄️ !.

#Polar bear #Bear #Swim #Sea life #Ocean life #Life #Ocean #Art #Magic #beautiful places #beautiful scenery #epic scenery #scenery #Harsh #downfalldestiny #downfall #swimming #Winter #Ice #Snow #Happy #Happy bear

[dynamoe]

The Washington Post, June 23, 1912

via @yesterdaysprint

This single post is the most popular thing I've ever posted on tumblr (except a medieval illustration of a cat carrying a penis in its mouth that Tumblr deleted)

I never have to post anything new, this is all the people want now.

#ya burnt! #dinosaur #stegosaurus #freak of nature #1912 #harsh #paleontology #old newspaper #washington post

[giffenprep]

#captions #my own captions #harsh

[correctopinionhaver]

#harsh

[fishmonkeycow]

Contrasts in Hong Kong | by fishmonkeycow

#film #analog #daylight #shadow #harsh #sunny #day #city #urban #street #street photography #hong kong #landscape #photo #original photographers #photographers on tumblr #photography #photos

[odinsblog]

that’s kinda fucked up tho

#yikes #😳 #owls #death from above #nature #birds #circle of life #harsh #bro lookin around dont even know what happened to his partna

[femdom-universe871]

#vidya balan #faceslap #cruel #harsh #maneater #bollywood #desi #indian

[wiirocku]

Proverbs 15:1 (NKJV) - A soft answer turns away wrath, But a harsh word stirs up anger.

#Proverbs 15:1 #soft #answer #turns #away #wrath #harsh #word #stirs #up #anger #wisdom

[tunderilona]

#harsh

[michaeldamico]

Geez Louie... You didn't need to be that harsh...

#springfield mafia #springflied mob #louie walters #lisa simpson #the simpsons #bart simpson #basketball #Harsh #geez Louie

[nmnomad]

Angel Peak Badlands | Ten thousand acres of pastel-colored badlands, cliffs and dry washes surround Angel Peak. At 6,988 feet, the peak is considered a minor summit. The barrenness of the surrounding landscape is due to high soil alkalinity and poor drainage, which inhibits almost all vegetation. Erosion created the bizarre landscape of the badlands. Wind and water continue to sculpt the mudstone, siltstone and sandstone layers at Angel Peak, occasionally yielding new fossils.

#NewMexico #landscape #roadtrip #travel #New Mexico #new mexico landscape #nature #badlands #stark #harsh

[giffenprep]

An Invitation

“Oh, yes, young man. Your imagination is right on point. I absolutely am a strict disciplinarian. I am surprised that my nephew Andrew has not shared any of his bare bottom experiences across my knees. Go ahead and talk to him about it. From there you can make your decision as to whether you would like to visit, misbehave and then have your own tales to share with the other young boys around here. Interested?”

(My apologies to someone - I've lost track of the author of this initial passage)

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Why on earth, I should have asked myself, would I be ‘interested’?  But for some reason I was more than interested, I was fascinated, and then obsessed.  I didn’t really want to ask Andy about it but I did.  When I mentioned his aunt, he only said, “That bitch?  Believe me, I wish she’d never been born.”  I pressed a little but he’d only add, “She’s the meanest lady I’ve ever known, probably who’s ever lived.  And I have to be related to her!”

But visit I did.  Not that I wanted to share tales any more than Andy did.  I was deeply ashamed of my interest but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

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“I don’t really want to misbehave,” I told ‘Aunt’ Edwina.  “I don’t know, it seems…”

“Contrived?” she asked when I couldn’t find the word.

“I was going to say ‘silly’, but yes, that’s even better.”

“Perhaps you’ve already misbehaved,” she suggested.  “Is that why you’re here?”

My knees went weak.  I’d ‘misbehaved’ plenty over the years.  I wouldn’t survive being disciplined for all of it!

“Let’s start with rudeness,” this stern woman decided.  “Have you been rude to someone?  Your mother, perhaps?”

I felt like crying.  Yes, I’d been rude to her plenty of times.  “Yes, ma’am,” I mumbled.

“I don’t abide rudeness.  You have manners, clearly, and you should use them.  With your mother in particular.”  When I didn’t respond (I was too afraid to) she continued, “Has she punished you appropriately for it?”

“Sometimes she speaks to me about it,” I admitted.  “Usually she just lets it slide.”

“That doesn’t sound effective,” I was told, “Which is most likely why you’ve done it repeatedly.”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m sure you’re right.”

“Let’s deal with that, then.  I suspect that will be enough progress for one day,” she intoned ominously.

With that she confiscated my trousers and led me to a desk.  While I bent over it, terrified, she produced a hairbrush.

“We’ll start with where you sit.  That will be the easiest to remember,” she explained.  The next time you think of being rude to your mother, you can think of this and realize how little you want to have to tell me of your backsliding.”

Then she began a ferocious attack on my bare thighs, scalding them with her hairbrush.  My tears of fear and self-pity became sobs of pain. 

“Please!  Please!  I’ll be good!” I promised desperately.

“I don’t doubt you will be,” she agreed calmly.  But the assault went on.  The pain was insane, beyond belief!  Sobs exploded from me with every new stroke.

At last it was over and she stopped, but only for a moment.  “Now you’re ready for a proper spanking,” she announced before resuming the battering, on my ass this time.  Again I pleaded, again I promised, again she expressed confidence in my future behavior, all the while continuing those terrible smacks.  I couldn’t even form words, only sounds that begged for mercy.

After she stopped (at long, long last!) she kept her hand on my back, holding me in place as I shook and worried that there was more to come.  I lay there like that for a while, shaking and sobbing.  Finally, she said I could stand and move to the corner to compose myself.  She positioned me with my hands on my head.  I was waving my blistered backside around but she took no heed.

When I calmed down sufficiently, she offered me a cup of tea.  I had to kneel to drink it, since she was sitting (which I couldn’t) and didn’t want me ‘looming over her’.  “I trust you’ll be more careful about your rudeness?” she asked and I assured her that I would be.

As I prepared to leave, she asked, “Is this a good time for you?”  I didn’t have to pretend not to know what she meant.  “You will be back here in two weeks, is that understood?  I take it that 10 AM is a convenient time?”

“Yes, Ms. Edwina,” I said without even thinking.  Or maybe I was too scared to.

“Good.  I expect that you have other behaviors that need discouraging.  Misbehaviors, that is.”

My tears began to leak a bit and I felt the need to pee, though I’d done so when I’d arrived.

“Am I right?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, knowing the consequences.

“I shall see you then, then,” she said, leading me to the door.  Once there, she turned me to her.  “You’re a brave boy, and we shall have you acting properly.”  With that she pulled my face down and kissed my forehead.

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I wish I could say that that was my worst-ever spanking from her or at least typical but several of my visits (yes, I kept going back) started out that way and then, after a long period of ‘thinking time’ facing the corner, I’d be put back in position for a long leathering to ‘spank the lesson home’.  Of course by then my underpants would routinely come down, costing me whatever scant protection they had first offered.  Still, I had learned to sit on the train for the ride home without actually crying.

One trip my confession was having looked too long at a woman who was showing more cleavage and thigh than she intended.  Before meeting Ms. Edwina I would have considered myself lucky but now I knew that I’d have to pay for not looking away.

“Is it fair to say that you stared?” my disciplinarian asked, and all I could do is nod.  “And what is it that you stared at?”

“Her, um, leg, I could see.  She was squatting down and her dress, well, I could see her, her thigh,” I confessed.  “And her,” I paused, searching for a genteel word, “Her bosom, as she bent forward, her brassiere and…”

“Her cleavage?” I was asked.

“Yes, Ms. Edwina, it was exposed.”

“And you didn’t look away.  Even though you knew you should.”

“No, ma’am, I, um, didn’t.  I’m very sorry about the whole thing.”

“I should think you would be.  Tell me, was this what I would call a ‘trashy’ dress, that she was wearing, that showed so much of her?”

I blushed deeply.  “No, ma’am.  It was a church dress, I guess you’d call it.”

“And,” I said.

“Oh?  There’s more?” Ms. Edwina growled, causing my butt to tighten.

“It was all because she was fiddling with her baby, she had one of baby carriers, she’d set it on the floor…”

Ms. Edwina looked at me, her temper rising.  She said nothing.

“Pants down,” she said at last, breaking the merciless silence.  She left the room only to return with a cane, something she’d only threatened me with before.

“Let’s just be sure that you’re as sorry as you say,” she suggested.

“You are unfamiliar with the cane, are you not?” she asked with exaggerated formality.  “I, on the other hand, am particularly familiar with it and you will feel that you are, as well, before I’ve finished.  Long before I’ve finished, in fact!”  She seemed to be looking forward with great excitement and enthusiasm to demonstrating her expertise and defending this anonymous woman’s honor.

I could not have taken my position with any more trepidation than I was feeling and she proceeded to justify my every fear.

“When I think of that poor woman, a new mother, just wanting to look nice one morning a week, stopping for a cup of tea,” she intoned (this had happened in a tea shop), “Only to find herself ogled, stared at, quite rudely, as she struggled…”

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2 captions just above from @spanked2realtears

last photo from @carabonnysblog

#what was I thinking #harsh #asking for it #post

[eisenkrahe]

#harsh #christopher lee #I still can't reach

[nero-draco]

#sousou no frieren #frieren: beyond journey's end #frieren at the funeral #screencaps #Harsh

[godflesh]

what must it be to feel the blood drain. the loss of sensation. the eyes close. a door opens and you walk through it.

#the handle​/​the blade #i've seen all i need to see #the body #the body band #noise #harsh #doom #metal #music #Bandcamp

[beardedmrbean]

#harsh