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A Spanking Good Life


Urzdown, Nick



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Frequency of Spankings:
frown Just Right!


Quality of Scenes:
frown Just Right!


Noteworthy:

M/F: hand, belt.


Book Length:
2,419
* This is the size of the book according to the Kindle. I have no idea what unit this is.


Synopsis:

This is the work of a genuine dominant male and the reader comes away feeling strongly about both the writer's prose and his ideology. One male reviewer called it "a misogynistic hatefest," but a female twenty-something loved its "arrogance and bluntness." She went on to write that it pleased her to read "someone who is prepared to stand by the old fashioned ideology that men are the dominant gender. It's an unfashionable notion but it worked for many hundreds of years. I am far from stupid but I appreciate that men are really in charge; so it is also nice to know I am not alone in that belief." The controversy has been created not just by the author's take no prisoners writing style, but by the fact that this is not a work of fiction. The names have been changed and many identifying details have been altered, but this is a memoir and all the people within it are real. If you want to read the genuine account of a man who has spent a lifetime stripping naughty females of their dignity, knickers and ability to sit down in comfort for a few days, then this is the book for you.


Review:

Nick Urzdown has lived quite a spanking good life. This memoir chronicles a handful of encounters that he has had with women, specifically when they have ended up over his knee. Most of the scenes he describes do not involve women who are turned on by spanking or are submissive. Nick states clearly in the beginning of his book that he does not look for submissive girls to spank. He simply waits until a woman does “something particularly inane” and spanks them. This book is well written and its scenes are undeniably hot, but the author’s contempt and obvious disdain for the fairer sex left me (as a female reader) slightly off-kilter. In the very beginning of the book, Nick declares that his attitude toward women can be summarized in one phrase: “fuck or fuck off.” On more than one occasion, Nick compares his date’s IQ to her bra size. He also implies one girl is stupid prior to spanking her and another didn’t deserve an explanation because he “didn’t want to overtax her poor little mind.” When one of his mistresses slaps him after he offends her with one of his zingers, he spanks her ferociously and then calls her a “nasty bitch” and tells her to “fuck off.” The book is littered with comments such as these, which makes me think that Nick Urzdown isn’t trying to be a sexist prick – he just is one. He all but admits this fact at one point in his memoir. BUT – was I so offended by Nick’s arrogance that I stopped reading the book? No. Although each spanking scene in “A Spanking Good Life” is appalling in one way or another – they are all pretty hot. For example, the following is an excerpt depicting a scene in which Nick’s date is spanked for being a tease. Specifically, a midnight stroll turned into a fairly promising petting session, but was cut short when his girl became frightened and was no longer as willing to get down and dirty in public. **************************************************************** “I insist that you walk me home,” she said, in that attempt at an authoritative tone of voice that women use at times like this: and they wonder why men laugh at them. “Insist all you like, darling. I leave when I am ready – so sit down and wait,” I told her. At that point all Pippa had to do was hang around for a minute until the last of my cigarette had been smoked and then I would have walked her back to the main road and dumped her there. Of course that was too much to ask so she took a deep breath and as soon as I saw that I realised that the remainder of the evening was about to take an interesting turn. I need to point out at this juncture that I wasn’t angry at Pippa, just irritated somewhat by her attitude. It was as if she seemed to think that I should jump to her tune, but since we hadn’t had sex at that point I didn’t feel any need to be overly enthusiastic about being answerable to her wishes. Not that I would feel all that enthusiastic after sex, either, but I would be more inclined to at least pay lip service to madam and her whims had my knob been nicely shined. “Now look,” she said, wagging her finger under my nose. “You must get me back to my college, safely.” “Sure, when I’ve finished my smoke, and after I have gone for a walk in the bushes.” “What? What are you talking about?” “I need to go into the bushes to have a pee,” I started to explain with all the patience that I could muster, but it was no good because madam was now waving her arms around and then turned her back on me. With a sigh I toddled off into the undergrowth to make some American beer with a view to then taking her home. “You are a thorough nuisance,” I told her after my bladder had emptied. “Am I? Says who?” I could see to my great pleasure that Pippa’s good humour had returned, so maybe the evening wasn’t going to be such a waste after all. “Says me,” I told her. “For bringing me down here under false pretences for instance.” “Oooer,” Pippa squealed deliciously. “What pretences were those, then?” “You are all nice and moist, as I discovered when I touched your panties. Got me all hard and ready it did, and then you scampered away. Do you know what we call girls like that in Manchester?” “No,” she said giggling, but of course she did. “We call ‘em prick teasers, and do you know what we do with prick teasers in Manchester?” Pippa now had a seriously bad fit of the giggles and like most girls in that situation she knew exactly what was coming next, but that didn’t stop her shaking her head emphatically. “We put them across our knees and smack their bare bottoms,” I told her. “If they can’t manage it on their own do they get their grannies to help out?” Pippa was almost in hysterics at her sally, but that didn’t stop her making a gallop for freedom to escape my grasp. I watched her scamper down the path but brought her to heel with a quick shout: “Mind the rats – there are some juicy ones on the riverbank!” Pippa halted dead in her tracks and holding her coat close to her body she began to look all around her on the ground. It really was that easy to reel her in and then all I had to do was walk over to her and grab an arm. Looking back I saw that we were only twenty feet or so away from the bench which would do nicely to sit upon for the matters disciplinary that were to come. I began to walk her back to that place of execution. “Can’t we talk about this?” Pippa enquired, a touch desperately I thought. “I can prove to you that I’m not a tease,” she said, brightly. Trust me when I say that Oxford women can think very fast indeed when their bottoms are at stake. “There is nothing to talk about,” I said, trying and failing to hide my grin. We had reached the bench and I quickly pushed Pippa’s overcoat off her shoulders and grabbed it as it began to fall to the ground. “Let’s put it there shall we? I said, draping the coat over the back of the bench. Then I sat down and without saying another word I flipped Pippa’s long corduroy skirt up and left it bunched at her waist. With my left hand firmly planted in the small of Pippa’s back I took a moment out to feast my eyes on the firm rounded delight that was her bottom. As I write these words the decades fall away and in my mind’s eye I can feel her weight on my thighs and the moon is shining down to illuminate her helpless buttocks, clad as they were in a black lace frothy confection that I am sure gave Pippa the illusion of total security. That was until I peeled the garment down to leave her bottom both bare and vulnerable in the chill of that March evening so very long ago. Pippa gasped as her knickers were lowered, and put her hand instinctively behind her, her legs moving slightly, but other than that she made no move to resist. Clearly this was a lady who had been across a man’s knee before, I decided, and who knew that the way to avoid a sound spanking was not to provoke the fellow who was now going to give her a light one. With that thought in mind I raised my right hand above my head and brought it down firmly across the moonlit target below. “I’m sorry,” Pippa whispered. She didn’t shout or scream or demand that I let her go. She behaved like an essentially good girl should when she is undergoing a correction and doesn’t want it to leave her with a roasted rump. She apologised for her behaviour and relied on me being a decent soul. Which, dear reader, I hope I am. Obviously I didn’t let her go immediately; instead I spanked her soundly giving her perhaps a dozen smacks all told that left Pippa moving sensuously across my lap. She gasped each time my palm smacked her naughty bottom and about half way through the chastisement she apologised again, but other than that she made no sound. To be honest that girl was not an ounce of trouble when undergoing discipline. With a final lingering look at the bottom that I had just spanked I let Pippa rise and she sat on my knee, brushing her long hair out of her eyes, with a look of complete embarrassment on her face. Then she looked down at the ground, so I lifted her face up to look into her eyes. “You can rub your bottom if you want to,” I told her with a smile. “Thank you,” she said quietly, taking the opportunity to do just that. “And are you going to be a good girl now?” Pippa nodded. Good, I thought, as I stood her up and prepared to walk her back into the trees. I wasn’t expecting a struggle and Pippa didn’t disappoint me on that score. She leaned against me as we walked into the trees, still with her knickers just below her buttocks. I had my right arm around her waist and her overcoat in my left hand. Believe me; I had plans for that coat… As we got to the fence where the trouble had started earlier I placed the coat over the top of it and then gently pushed Pippa against the rail so that she would bend over it and be in position for me. I felt her body stiffen as she realised that I planned to have her there and she looked at me pleadingly. “Do we have to do it here? Can’t we go back to my set?” “Do you want another spanking?” Pippa shook her head by way of reply and when I pushed her again she bent over the rail, her stomach cushioned by her own overcoat. I lifted up her skirt for the second time that evening and then without ceremony I pulled her panties right down to her ankles and left them there. Have you ever had a woman that way? There is something incredibly erotic about having her bent over, fully clothed, but with her skirt up and panties down to her ankles. She is ready to receive whatever her man chooses to give her. I licked my right middle finger and began to stroke her pussy with it, all the while undoing my trousers with my other hand. Once they were down and my cock was free I rubbed the head against her moist, gaping pussy and when I was fully hard I mounted her from the rear and began to get a good, steady rhythm going. She did not shriek or scream, but contenting herself with low heavy moans that seemed to come from deep within her. She reached behind her like a good girl should and took hold of my balls in one of her hands. Cupping them she stroked them with her fingers as I built up the velocity to the killing speed. It had been quite a night and Pippa was quite a lady. I walked her home afterwards like a good fellow should and as I made my way wearily back to my own college I remember pausing at Carfax, the crossroads that stand in the middle of the city, to light a cigarette. As I stood there quietly smoking I reflected that life really didn’t get that much sweeter. **************************************************************** I found myself unable to put the book down because I was anxious to read about Nick’s various escapades while wondering if it was possible to get any more irritated by the way he treats all of his female companions. In the end, I concluded that more irritation is always possible; that many men would probably enjoy this book as they would be able to read it for what it is and not get offended in the process; and that most women will hate Nick Urzdown before the end of the first chapter. If they are like me, however, they will complete the book even if they are seething the whole time. If you are easily offended, I would not recommend this book for you. Otherwise, read it – and let others know what you think here on www.bottomsupbookreview.com.



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Lady MacBeth
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Looking at A Spanking Good Life only as a text my first reaction as a woman was how harsh the writing style is. The author writes in a way that makes a girl feel nervous just reading his words, which given that he is a man who believes that men should be in charge is probably what he intended. Again, from the feminine perspective, this book allows us to see the world through a man's eyes, as Nick Urzdown makes no attempt to empathise with either the females that he meets, nor the ones who may read his book. What he does is give us a little series of sketches at the start of several chapters in which he tells us about his appearance at that time. So a girly reader can picture how he looked when he was doing all those horrible things to other girls! Give the man credit because he can write well. We are carried along on a roller coaster ride that begins when he was just 15 and ends when he hits 55. I turned the pages of this book and kept wanting to know more, even though each episode is pretty much the same. He met a girl, had her as his lover, they argued and so he smacked her bottom to teach her a lesson. It all sounds so simple but because the book reads so well, I was often left to wonder if one of these girls would manage to turn the tables on him. One managed it! He calls her Paloma in the book and she managed to take Nick Urzdown for a ride indeed, but by and large this is an account of a dominant man keeping women in line. LM. **Review from amazon.com



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Sue Lyndon
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I found these memoirs downright erotic and I didn't feel as if each spanking scenario presented was the same thing over and over again with a different name. I also loved the author's blunt style of writing. It was just so honest and raw. There were also many fabulous quotes in this book that had me laughing out loud. If you enjoy reading about real life adult spanking accounts, I highly recommend Urzdown's A Spanking Good Life. Easily 5 stars! **Review from amazon.com



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Belinda Roth
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I was very reluctant at first to read what seems to be yet another spanking book with the same story retold in a slightly different fashion, chapter after chapter BUT what an absolute pleasure reading this book turned out to be! The author tells his story without the constricting boundaries of pc jargon, leaving you with a true sense of his experiences. His journey from teenage and young adult life in England, to the exotic shores of Mexico, whilst leaving many sore bottoms in his wake, is relayed in a brutal honest fashion. I found myself unable to put the book down - wondering where Nick Urzdown will take me next, and he never disappointed me! I found the honest and gritty manner in which he tells his story about the women in his life, the spankings and the sex extremely erotic, but even more importantly, I met a dominant male that is not ashamed to let you share in his life during the good and the bad times. I sincerely hope that Nick will soon put pen to paper again, it is abundantly clear that he is still continuing to enjoy his Good Spanking Life, but in the mean time, I will definitely be reading his book again! If you are looking for an adult spanking book with substance - look no further. **Review from amazon.com



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Name:
Mike Hunt
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I have been reading spanking stories for many years, and like many readers of the genre I am always on the lookout for real life accounts. Sadly far too much stuff is churned out by middle aged men pretending to be teenage girls. You can spot their offerings a mile away, but unfortunately that usually happens after the reader has parted with his money. A Spanking Good Life was recommended to me by a friend as being a genuine account of spankings given, and I bought it on that basis. Let me say straight away that I was not disappointed. I am satisfied that this is a genuine account by a real disciplinarian of actual events in his life. What makes me say that? He could have ignored the events that clearly hurt him and presented himself as a Don Juan, but he does not do that; his is a warts and all account, and that is what makes it credible for me. For instance, in chapter three he takes us through a blow by blow series of vignettes with women who left him feeling tired and humiliated, and then at the end of the chapter we see through his eyes as he decided to take control of his disastrous life and turn it around. A writer of fiction would not have included those accounts, or he would have presented himself as the victor and not the vanquished. Neither would the story of Paloma, who clearly took Nick for a ride have been included, nor the accounts of the times that he has been with prostitutes. Viewed overall this book carries about it the ring of veracity and for this reader that makes it a gem of a read. **Review from amazon.com



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Name:
Nick Urzdown
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Thanks for the review, which I thought was great by the way. In many ways a critique is more important to a writer than simple praise, so thank you again for yours. Just one point, you said that I have "obvious disdain" for women. Hmm, Paloma? Pippa? Blue? Marina? The first put one over on me very nicely and the others all more than held their own. So it is not all women, just the stupid ones... My next book will be out later on this year. If you think that A Spanking Good Life was offensive, wait until Good Times With Girls sees the light of day.



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