Between 11..11. and February especially in the more catholic parts of the country people do take part in Karneval. IT is called the fith season. It's my favorite season. At the end of ot there are the crazy days. Weiberfastnacht (ladysday) and Rosenmontag (rosy monday) to be the top events. Three days ago was Weiberfastnacht. At 11.11. o.clock in the streets, the offices, the shops women in crazy costumes take over. They are in power for that day. The sing and dance, the kiss whomever they like to. That is my favorite day. Tomorrow is Rosenmontag. Millions will come and visit the karneval parades in the big cities and smaller towns and communities. Tenthousands of girls in short dresses and cute costumes dance around, showing their bottoms cladded in lacy panties. They are called Funkenmariechen.
Nothing to do with spanking?
Wrong...Totally wrong. Ever thought how many girls miss their curfewduring Karneval, how many of them had alittle bit to much alcohol, how many dads, boyfriends and husbands get angry because daughter, girlfriend or wife have behaved badly during the crazy days.
Ever thought of how many of these cute girls in their sexy costumes find themselves skirt raised, over the knee, bottom bare for a sound spanking when they come home? How many of them have to stand in the corner, rubbing their sore behind after they did a little bit to much of karneval.
Love that thought.
Love that time.
My favorite season!
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6 comments:
Sounds heavenly!!
I never saw the intimate connection between carnival and girls and wives having their naughty bottoms spanked... that idea might turn me into a carnival lover at last
Nie habe ich eine Gruppe Funkenmariechen in einem Karnevals-Umzug ausmachen können, ohne dass mir einschlägige Phantasien im Kopf herumgespukt wären. Ich danke Ihnen, "cornertime55", für diesen Beitrag aus einer dahinschwindenden Poversohl-Zeit. Ähnliche Verbundenheit empfinde ich auch angesichts der Landszenen mit Lederhosen... Bitte verzögern Sie noch ein wenig das Entgleiten unserer gemeinsamen Kindertage!
I never managed to recognize a group of Funkenmariechen in a Karnevals parade without being lost to spanking phantasies. Thank you, "cornertime55", for this contribution of a sinking time of bottom-up pleasures. Similarly, I feel related with you when watching the rural scenery with Lederhosen... Please: slow down the dusk of our common childhood!
NICE BUTT,J HAVE SOMETHING I WOULD LIKE TO PUT UP IT.
WOULD SURE ENJOY TO CUM UP THAT PRETTY BUTT,
Lovely post and words!
I adore the old traditions and sense of nostalgia here. Oh my!
I was born in the late 1950s & raised in the 1960s. Life was happy, simple and strict. And corporal punishment, AKA a well-smacked bottom, was nothing but normal for my sister & me (& for our friends too), as the last two photos remind me.
From a young age, if we were naughty, mother fetched the cane for a "baker's dozen"...always on a bare botty too! That was how it gotten done. That was simply the punishment. No wishy-washy nonsense in those days.
Knickers pulled down to our knees and our bottoms completely bare made perfect, logical sense for punishment to my mind. And we girls never questioned it back then, albeit we dreaded it, of course, bending over the sofa in the living room! In fairness to our kind but strict mom: the cane stung like Hell on our bare bots, but was totally harmless.
So it was jammies down in the evening (last photo) or white knickers down in the day (penultimate photo) for a good tanning with the whippy rattan cane. It was normal & necessary & just par for the course. Sure whipped sister & me into shape.
Brenda xx
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