Tuesday, June 19, 2018


"Shooting Stars Never Stop; Even When They Reach The Top"
-Frankie Goes to Hollywood-

 Since you are considered to be a star, by now you have guessed that there is no such thing as reaching the top. The top does not exist.  No matter how high you rise,  there is higher to go. You understand life is motion and goals are either closer or farther from reach than on the day before. Yet I believe that even stars must be galvanized at times, and a strict, no-nonsense authority will see to it you maintain focus, push past limits and exceed all expectations.

Remember. Pride in achievement is one thing, but complacency will have you fade. Then you'll be merely an imprint of the person you once were.

To ensure this never happens, I suggest that a mature Disciplinarian take a wooden hairbrush to your bare bottom, and smack it repeatedly while you struggle on her lap pleading through tears for mercy; then direct your raw, welted cheeks to sit squarely on a wicker chair and recite; "I will not rest upon my laurels" as the bamboo burns this deep into your brain.

Finally,  spurring you to excellence, you're bent over said chair for thirty of the best of her heavy leather belt on your flamed and smarting behind.

For the next three days, your behind is tender to the touch and warm.  You have been cleansed,  energized, and focused. You shine and for you, there are no limitations, only new horizons to explore.   And if ever you should hear the words  "Shooting stars never stop, even when they reach the top" you will know for certain that's you.

Warm Bottoms,
Georgia Cane

Georgia Cane Spanking Disciplinarian

Saturday, February 10, 2018


If any Ladies still believe that spanking your husbands is untoward, peculiar or new, let me correct that misconception.  Wives have been spanking their husbands for more than six hundred years and likely from the time of Lilith; so if they find anything new under the sun, this will not be it.  Men, like boys, are willful.  They will always require a strict and strong woman who'll keep them in line and even, if necessary,  smack their bottoms black and blue.  Such is the case since time began.  

As a Disciplinarian, I believe it's important to know how and when to pull in his reigns or else catastrophe is close behind.  I suggest that when your husband is too big for his britches, take them down and burn his bare backside well.  Remind him that, where ever he goes, his actions have consequences and that home is no exception.  

Make sure to position him over your knee, and to find the plumpest spot on his upturned behind. Then take your favorite wood hairbrush, and crack his cheeks repeatedly until tears streak his face and he understands that you mean business.  And since skin to skin sends the message best,  deliver another twenty barehanded blows to his throbbing backside for good measure. Let him struggle, plead and beg your forgiveness.  It's to no avail.  The only sound you hear is the smack of your hand on his sore, bare bottom echoing throughout the room.  

 All through history, men have relied on a strong, no-nonsense woman to spank him hard and keep him in line.  She knows his tears are the catharsis that relieves his guilt, renews his spirit and wipes his conscience clean.  And she makes sure his cheeks are on fire for days afterward. 
Because, after all, he enjoys a warm and tingling bottom too. 


Warm Bottoms,
Georgia Cane



Friday, November 17, 2017


 I believe, as a Disciplinarian, there are four purposes to spanking correction: Chastisement,   Discipline, Punishment, and Catharsis.

Chastisement sees that you realize the nature of your behavior, and that you understand life's penalties often are more draconian than a Disciplinarian may impose. Every lash of the strap she wields on your bare bottom is serving as a painful reminder to you that better is always expected.

Discipline is to break you of bad habits and train you in good ones. Do exactly as she instructs.   Her standards are high.  A good Disciplinarian accepts no less than excellence. You will strive in all things for maximum performance, in part because you're now aware of consequences.

 Punishment, there are few words. "You know why we're here". "Bend!" "Kneel"!  "Grab your ankles and spread your legs" will generally suffice.  Position yourself on the kneeling bench. Receive the counted, measured blows on your bare and tender bottom,  immediately followed with, perhaps,  a spray of rubbing alcohol directly on the welts, and the burning wet spanking resumes. Or lying prone on a couch, bare bottom faced meeting the repeated smacks of a thick rawhide, leather tawse until she feels the price is paid.

But all roads lead to catharsis.  Tears clean you inside, guilt melts away and your spirit renewed. You're now calm, reinvigorated and at peace.  What you've experienced is for your own good.  Each word is carefully selected and every stroke purposefully applied.

A spanking is, after all, not only to hold you in good stead but to enjoy your very nicely burning bottom as well.

Warm Bottoms,
Georgia Cane


An Interview:
Do it Or Else

Monday, September 18, 2017


 I believe that, by most people, you're considered to be successful.  You're often described as principled, thoughtful and fair, and a decisive yet diplomatic leader.   Yet, as I'm sure you'll remember, this was not always the case; in fact, quite the opposite.  As an eleven-year-old boy in Catholic School, you were a rascally mischief-maker, a big personality with crafty little ways and an angelic, baby face.  But of course, looks are deceiving. You were a wisenheimer talking out of turn; coming late to class, rolling your eyes at the lay teachers, and making snide remarks.  You used profanity in the hallways and turned in your homework late (those times you turned it in at all). If not for the concern of a very strict nun with a paddle that spanked your behind; your reputation would be different from the one you enjoy today.

As it happened,  you were invited for an afternoon of detention with Mother Superior; towering, no-nonsense School Principle, and strict, big-handed Disciplinarian.  She had observed your wisenheimer antics for some time decided to intervene.

Upon entering her office, without greeting or fanfare, your pants come down and underwear off.  Then over her desk you're thrown -  positioned just so -  as a brass ruler smacks your skin, blistering your bottom while rivulets of tears stain your cheeks.  You're then pulled up by the ear, turned to the blackboard and ordered to read the School Rules aloud.  Each rule is followed by a sound of her enormous bare hand slapping a small bare bottom.

I will be polite at all times or I will be spanked.
I will do homework on time or I will be spanked.
I will pay attention in class or I will be spanked.
I will not roll my eyes or I will be spanked.
I will not use profanity or I will be spanked.
I will never be late or be spanked...

Now hold your ankles and be roundly lashed with a long leather strap;  five times for each infraction.
And still, in your shirt, jacket, tie, and vest, you're once more marched bottomless by the ear, into the corner.  She places a Dunce Cap on your head and you are to stand motionless. She pays no mind that you're flushed with shame.  Instead, she sits at her desk, does paperwork and takes calls. But whenever you move an inch, she slams you again, this time with her leather paddle and blocking your bottom earns five more withering blows

After an hour or so of corner time and occasional paddling, you are permitted to dress.
You're subdued and humbled; not quite the smart aleck of three hours ago; and although your bottom is raw and stings at the touch, the lessons you have learned about manners, responsibility,  and self-control serve you well in life.

So keep a good thought for Mother Superior, the Disciplinarian behind things you enjoy today; your success, your stature, and fondness for a nicely burning bottom.

Warm Bottoms,
Georgia Cane


Do it - Or Else!

Monday, September 4, 2017


 Labor Day is here to signal the end of summer.  It's the last day for primary colors, anything white, straw hats, seer sucker suits and for packing the gauzy skirts and halter tops away. But by no means was Labor Day created to mark the change of season.  It is to commemorate American workers who help make our business and country thrive and a reminder to treat them with respect. Where would you be without a personal assistant to anticipate your needs; or a Word Processor following faithfully your illegible scrawl or your driver waiting patiently to bring you to and from the office? But too often, you take their services for granted.  That's when a bottom - blistering spanking from a strong Disciplinarian is needed to remind you of proper protocol.

For your own good, you are put in the subordinate position; this means in your office and fully bare. Then you're lead by the ear to the corner with your nose touching the wall and hands behind your back. There you will stand, flush with fear and anticipation as she recites the litany of reasons it is wise to respect your staff; and that your zingers and tirade inhibit creativity costing the company potential earnings.  For that alone, I feel you should be publicly thrashed.

From the desk, you're bent over a chair and positioned just so.  Then, on behalf of all terrified personnel, your bottom is generously sprayed with water and a flat leather strap roundly slaps your bare behind. And since a sound spanking should be -  full of sound -  the snap of leather on your wet skin will ring in your ears.

Then after sixty or so lashes of the strap (or before her arm gets tired) sterner measures will take place and you feel for the crack of the hairbrush on your bruised and sore behind.  Scream 'til your face is blue.  She's heard it all before. And please, spare her the Three P's: Protests, Pleading, and Promises. By now they are music to her ears (and that water bottle can be replaced with rubbing alcohol; so quit while you're ahead).

And then she's done.  Congratulations! This valuable reminder will hold you in good stead the coming fiscal year.  You won't soon forget a happy worker is a productive one and the key to success is an appreciative boss with a nicely burning bottom.

And that is the purpose of  Labor Day.

Warm Bottoms,
Georgia Cane


Do it- Or Else!


Tuesday, July 4, 2017




This is a reminder from Miss Cane.

Your Alpha male is driven by generous servings of energy, confidence,  curiosity and drive;
and at least,  once upon a time  you found these traits attractive.
They can be again.

The problem is drive turns into overdrive making him nervous, barking and controlling. You may be climbing the walls but he's careening out of control,  praying for someone to hit the brakes and shut off the engine.  That someone is you.  So Ladies as a Disciplinarian,  I strongly suggest for the benefit of his equilibrium - and your own - that you enforce authority.

For example; when least expected, you may order your partner to strip bare and to don an apron. Leather strap in hand, march him to the kitchen and tell him to do some task of your choosing.
Then warn him of the  consequences should he fail to properly complete that task; which, of course,  he won't.

Now you may express your displeasure by bending him over the block; lashing his exposed, bare bottom with a hard, thin belt until pain and tears line his face and raised welts mark his bruised and tender skin.
And always remember Ladies,  it's enough only when you say it is; and not a second before.

But when the spanking ends and you soothe his burn and wipe his tears away,  he's rebalanced relieved and grateful.  That means you've established your authority and that all your headaches are at an end  (until thedoit-orelse.blogspot.com next time anyway).

                                    HAPPY INDEPENDENCE LADIES

Warm Bottoms,
Georgia Cane



Do It...Or Else!

Friday, May 26, 2017


As a Disciplinarian, I believe the reasons  you indulge in bad behavior are of less importance than making them stop; and that seeking root causes for bad habits do very little to change them.

Now some of you like processes more than solutions and prefer to ponder, ruminate, agonize, validate, co-sign, riff  - and repeat.  But after much sturm und drang,  here you are again, terrorizing business partners, letting loose at home, paying yet another speeding ticket, and sneaking back from places where you can't be seen and have no business going.  But for those of you who crave results, the solution is simple:  An Over-the-knee, no nonsense, domestic spanking discipline  - with strong verbal correction - curbs bad behavior, adjusts attitude and sets your conduct straight.

Regardless of your age, your sex, your status or gender; this method is time honored, tried and true. Nothing  stops you dead in your tracks faster than a strict disciplinarian bending your bare behind over her knee, and burning your bottom 'til it's red, stinging and sore to the touch. And like a good mother,  she won't stop because tears are streaming your face while you kick and thrash in misery. She stops when she feels you've learned your lesson -  and not a minute before.

But between the blistering bottom and verbal re-enforcement the message is received. In short order, your taste for dangerous mischief is done.

And now that this is settled  - with all the rules in place -  you'll be alive and healthy to examine the past with a cleared head, renewed energy, a clean conscious and a well spanked and nicely burning bottom.

Warm Bottoms,
Georgia Cane


Do It...Or Else!