A Moralist Abroad

In the erotic novel Augustus and Lady Maude, the titular Lady Maude is the social guest of a Turkish pasha. At one of the pasha’s entertainments, Lady Maude meets an unwilling English dancing girl named Sarah:

That night I found a message from Sarah on my pillow. She urged me to inform the world of her unwilling captivity and to aid her escape. Knowing me as you do, dear friend, you are aware that I have an inflexible morality in social matters. I stop at nothing to uphold moral order. Yet, in the country where I was a guest, that moral order made this young wriggler the slave of Ahmed Pasha. To steal her from him, by the laws of the land, was no better than stealing his finest horse or his most costly silver plate.

You will see at once that there was but one course which conscience allowed me to follow. I inquired of the vizier what punishment would be visited upon a girl guilty of such domestic treason. He smiled and spoke of bare-bottom whipping followed by the placing of a certain mark of ownership on the inward slopes of her bottom-cheeks. When Sarah stood upright, it would be concealed. When she was made to bend over, there would be no doubt to whom she belonged.

Delighted to hear that they knew how to deal with her, I at once took the traitorous note to Ahmed Pasha. I confess, however, that my own delight was somewhat exceeded by that of the vizier himself. Can you not guess why? He it was who would have the enjoyable task of commanding the penalties and the thought of doing such things to the young blonde made him hardly able to keep his hands out of his trousers.

As a supporter of justice and the need to punish delinquency however it may arise, I had hoped to be a spectator when Sarah was strapped down astride the bench on all fours. Alas, this was not to be. Such things are done very privately, in order to prevent scandal and tales being told. It is the custom for the vizier to be alone with the girl and to partake of certain preliminary enjoyments as his reward.

I was permitted, as a student of such jurisprudence, to view the scene before the door was closed upon Sarah and her passionate disciplinarian. To see this lithe and agile girl of eighteen or nineteen strapped down on all fours astride the bench was a story in itself. The shock of blond hair and the painted young face made such a self-pitying ensemble. She wore her breast-halter, but from the strap round her waist to the strap which pinioned her bare legs just above the knees, she was quite naked. From the back of her waist to the back of her knees, she was at the disposal of the sadistic vizier.

I was not able to witness the sequel, not indeed to hold any conversation of the normal kind with Sarah. The gag was already in place and so there was wildness in her blue eyes with their mascara’d lashes. Yet there lay upon the floor a trailing whip which would have brought the most disobedient filly to correction after half a dozen strokes. And in the glow of the brazier coals two little marking discs were heating, each the size of a small coin. I returned Sarah’s frenzy with a smile and advised her to learn obedience and gratitude to her master. With that I nodded to the vizier and urged him to chastise the little whore soundly. I observe respect for social morality — in whichever society I happen to be.

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Kiki In Tears

There’s no doubt in my mind that Kiki’s spanking really got her full attention and that she’s a very sorry girl who will not be doing that again:

kiki punished

From a recent update at Real Spankings.

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Sad Slavic Slavegirl, Punished

Via Kinky Delight:

squalid whipping punishment of a slavic slave girl

It’s not credited, but I’m pretty sure it’s from the defunct site Russian Discipline.

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She Just Saw The Cane

That half-appalled, half-horrified look on her face? That’s the look of a woman who didn’t have any idea that this bondage session was going to involve a vigorous breast caning. That’s the look of a woman who just saw one or more canes coming out of a toybag. That’s the look of a woman who just realized why her breasts are tied the way they are tied:

tied for breast caning

Photo credit: Hard Tied.

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A Revolutionary Whipping

birched by the jacobins

The caption reads (machine translation):

Théroigne de Méricourt is whipped by the women
Colored copper engraving from 1800

Per Wikipedia, this scene would appear to depict a sort of rough political argument from the French revolutionary period. It is said that Théroigne de Méricourt was delivering a speech in May of 1793 when she was attacked by a group of women allied with the Jacobins. The women, objecting to her pro-Girondin sentiments, stripped her naked and beat her severely.

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The Algebra Lesson

This young lady got summoned to account to her tutor for her profound lack of comprehension in the field of algebra. Truth to tell, her lack of comprehension follows directly upon her lack of effort and study. Today, she thought she might profitably distract her tutor from these lacks. But I do not think it is going to work out that way for her. Do y’all see the cane hanging from his coat rack at the right edge of the frame?

the algebra lesson

Photo is from Cum Perfection.

Stockroom Valentines Sale 2016

valentine sale spanking toys

There are a few nicely-discounted spanking toys in this year’s Valentines Sale from The Stockroom that I just couldn’t resist bringing to your attention.

If you’re tired of “red red red” as a Valentines signifier, you might prefer the more-subtle BSM symbolism of the Purple Heart slapper crop:

purple heart spanking crop

For those who aren’t tired of Valentines red, the “Love Hurts” aluminum cutout-heart paddle (previously seen here) offers the opportunity of sternly delivering your holiday tough love:

red paddle with heart-shaped cutout

Finally and even more sternly, the aluminum Extreme Red Heart Crop (previously seen here) is your perfect tool for leaving behind red and purple (and puffy!) hearts everywhere you go:

heart-shaped aluminum spanking crop

You might also find some use from these red drip candles. And if you ever use a cock ring, why not this “Heart Throb heart-shaped cock ring?

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Two Kinds Of Spankings

What follows is an excerpt from a conversation Girl On The Net had with her fellow (and with her blog readers) as she was attempting to more carefully specify the parameters of her spanking kink. She identifies two different kinds of spankings, each of which I know to be popular with sometimes-but-not-always-different factions of my Spanking Blog readership:

At that moment what I’m hoping for isn’t one sharp stroke. I’m not anticipating a measured, precise stripe across my backside. But usually that’s what I get. One stripe – carefully applied – then the inevitable order:

“Count them.”

And I count. One, two, three, four… I count the strokes and I thank him for each one. This controlled, dominant guy, who will dish out exactly as much pain as I deserve and no more.

That’s nice – it is. But it’s not the best.

The best – what I’m hoping for – is a loss of control. I’m looking for him not to deal out punishment like it’s medicine, and he’s the careful pharmacist weighing the exact number of pills. I want punishment that comes only because it pleases him to do it. A beating powered not by his judgment but by his rage.

“Get the fuck over and pull down those knickers.” Voice cracking slightly because he’s so angry, then later trembling more because the sight of my exposed cunt makes him want to do more than beat me. He slips the belt out through the loops of his trousers and folds it quickly in half, then half again – a short, thick, leather strap with which to smack me.

One, two, three, four, five, six… they fall in a blur. There’s no time to count, and I can’t get a word in because with each stroke he’s telling me more about how I’m a dirty girl, and why I deserve this. Why he loves this.

In the latter scenario, he’s not ‘done’ when I’m suitably punished, he’s only ‘done’ when he’s satisfied. When he’s beaten me hard enough to make his prick throb, and fucked me good and hard while I grip on tight to my calves and focus on the dual pleasures of staying upright and coming round his dick.

I explain this to him – this difference. The difference between pain as punishment – the way it might be meted out if I were a naughty schoolgirl and he a headmaster giving me six of the best – and pain as sexual brutality. In the latter I’m not being punished because I deserve it but because he needs it – he can’t get hard unless he sees my arse glowing red from the stripes, hears the thwack of leather on taut skin. Hears me squeal. Watches my cunt get wet from it.

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