Marxist Spanking

In one of the Yahoo groups we read there was a discussion about public spanking. A guy called Jonc101 talked about spanking a girl in front of a statue on Karl Marx’s tomb.

A typically cold, wintry London afternoon, we were wandering through the cemetery after a few beers at a Hampstead pub. We were already into a spanking relationship so it came as no surprise when I took her OTK, whipped up her long woolen skirt, slipped down her panties and started spanking her. Two elderly ladies walking a dog heard the sounds and had a glance before moving quickly on. We didn’t stay too long in case the bobbies might arrive, but the thrill was apparent in her cheeks for the rest of the day…all four cheeks, that is.

And, would you believe, old Karl Marx’s face never moved a muscle. Bloody humourless Commies!!!!

I’m afraid, this gave me some wholly inappropriate ideas. When I was a kid in Kiev, sometimes on holidays there would be a parade in what is now Independence square. The identical towers facing the square would each be decorated with an enormous portrait of Marx, Engels or Lenin, white faces on revolutionary-crimson background. These were truly gigantic sheets of fabric, covering the entire facades from the roof down. They came up a few days before the holiday – it was fun to watch them unroll, the faces uncrumpling, becoming human, becoming familiar.

If there was any smacking going on in the square, I’m sure the portraits would have seen it really well. They had pretty big eyes, and all. However, it would have been pretty inappropriate for them to start expressing their opinions on the subject of people being spanked in front of them, so just as well they didn’t start winking, or poking out their tongues, or laughing their fabric heads off.

I’m sure the statue of Marx on his tomb would have loved to have a giggle about what it saw, but it was simply too dignified for things like that.