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Amazing what Google turns up sometimes. This photo comes from here and makes it look like Fantasm 2001 (whatever that was) was a barrel of fun:
I need to get me one of those pillories.
OK, Bethie found this in a thread over on Spanking Classics. If you go to this page (Southern Fried Records) and click the link in the lower left that says “Click here if you want to see the ARMAND VAN HELDEN ‘Hear My Name’ video” you’ll be treated to a music video that features nothing but a bunch of sexy otk spankings. The tune is a catchy neo-80s pop sort of thing but the spankings are quite entertaining.
Got a very lame email this morning. Golfdude1955@[xxx].com wrote, and this is the full and complete email:
i am very interested in videos, books, magazines and any articles on spanking if you could send them to me please…………. my e-mail address is; lady[xxxxxxxxx]@[xxxxx].com….. i thank you for your help and support………… i get very hot and wet thinkinking about how arousing it is and would be considering my boyfriend has spanked me numerous times….. it gets my naked pussy very wet and horny……… sitting here thinking about it, i am wet and dripping now………….. again thank you and please hurry with some free material ! ! ! … i like seeing and watching other girls getting spanked and loving it…….. thier naked bodies getting very aroused over it and i also………….
I’ve obscured the email addresses, given the possibility that this is some sort of mean-spirited prank. If it’s “just” begging for free porn, it’s worth reproducing for the humor value. It puts me in mind of a man standing in the middle of a fresh tomato patch while begging for canned tomato paste.
If you need a kneeling slave girl for your Windows wallpaper, Invidia has got you covered today:
While doing the artwork for my new quiz, I rendered a beautiful picture of a slavegirl that TheBoss and I both agreed would make excellent desktop wallpaper. I hope you enjoy this picture!
Wallpapers: ( 1280×1024 1024×768 800×600 )
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Pardon my dust; I’m working on a new template. Right now it seems to work in a modern version of Windows Explorer, but is otherwise untested. Please leave a comment with your browser type if it’s obviously broken in your browser. Thanks!
This cute young lady is Rosaleen Young, who seems to get in an awful lot of trouble. This wet-bottomed bathtub spanking is typical for her:
“Splat! Splat! Splat!”
The folks from Red Hot Video have been talking for awhile about sending along one of their “Red Assed Lap Dancing” spanking DVDs for me to review. Last week, I finally got one.
They sent me Red Assed Lap Dancing 19: Bottoms Up! which Bethie and I watched a few days ago.
The movie breaks no new ground in plotting, but it’s a very nice spanking movie nonetheless. There are three formulaic scenes: in each, a pretty model (and all three models are quite young and attractive) shows up at the same crappy motel room for a photo shoot, and quickly gets snotty with the photographer. He immediately throws each girl over his lap and begins to spank her.
And spank her. And spank her. And spank her. Folks, this guy has hands of cast iron and the timing of a metronome. The bottoms turn bright red in an alarming hurry, and he keeps going…and going…and going. His hand never seems to get sore, but the girls sure do! They cuss and bitch and moan and yell and (in one case, near the end) cry – and it’s clear a couple of times that they’ve gone beyond acting into genuine “oh my god ouch!” mode.
There’s not a lot of dialogue beyond the complaints of the girls and some limited lecturing from the spanker. There are some bizarre sound effects (like an electronic version of one of those plastic fairground wolf whistles) that are on the soundtrack at unpredictable and inexplicable intervals. But mostly, there’s pretty red bottoms getting spanked hard.
Filming is a little dull (most shots appear to be from one of two fixed cameras, and the spanking stays very carefully in one place so as to stay centered in those fixed fields of view) but the content more than makes up for that. Pretty models whose bottoms actually get spanked and who are obviously feeling it make a spanking movie worth its price. And that’s just what this movie delivered.
I won’t lie to you; Bethie and I were laughing in spots at the cheesy lecturing and the somewhat overwrought complaints of the models. And we kept going “WTF?” at the electronic wolf whistle sound effect. But Bethie was kissing up to me in sympathy for the red bottoms, and we both marveled at the stamina of the man doing the hand spanking. All in all, it was quite entertaining.
Update: Greg writes “we actually shoot with FOUR camcorders. That
would be one hand-held and three (front, back and side) stationary.”
Here’s an ancient illustration of a young lady kneeling on a table being menaced with a martinet:
From the dish in front of her, I can’t escape the sense that she has just been forced to eat her broccoli.
If you’ve got a spanking or BDSM website that needs more traffic (and who doesn’t like more traffic?) you might be interested to learn that I’ve started a little toplist for all kinds of spanking, bondage, and BDSM sites: Spanking You Spanking Toplist.
Right now traffic is still fairly small (coming mostly from here and from some spanking TGPs, toplists, and freesites that have traded links and traffic with me in the past) but anybody can sign up and (unless your site is bigger than this one) probably get more traffic back than you send. Plus I hope the thing will grow, so get in early why don’t you? Kinky blogs and journals are very welcome, if you don’t mind rubbing shoulders with spanking porn sites. Besides, toplists are one of the last places where it’s easy to show off your spiffy banner! (You do have a spiffy banner, right?)
If you are new to toplists, the idea is that the more traffic you send, the higher on the list your link and banner appears, and so the more traffic you get in return. In practice, however, if you send three clicks and are sitting down near the bottom of the list, you still get some traffic back, generally quite a lot more than the three clicks you sent. Since people tend to click more than one banner on a toplist, it works like a traffic multiplier; ideally, everybody gets more traffic than they send. And even on a bad toplist where you send more than you get, the folks you send have already seen your site and the folks you get haven’t seen it yet, so it’s still a good trade.
Bethie and I watched a couple of TV shows last night while lounging on the bed. Now, I never watched a lot of television before she came along, because the internet has destroyed my willingness to sit quietly for three minutes waiting for my show to come back from commercial break. When alone, I will typically be at my computer and engrossed in email or blogging after the first commercial break, and I never seem to get back to it.
But now, there’s her to play with.
Last night I started spanking her during the commercial breaks, just for fun. A different implement every time; I used my hand, a big wooden spoon, my mini-cane, a little leather slapper we have, the leather lace loop that’s for hanging the slapper (for some reason she absolutely hates that, even though it’s just a dumb little 4″ loop of knotted boot lace that looks completely harmless) and my new favorite, a long wooden rod about the size of my little finger that had her squealing and clutching her bottom. She swears she doesn’t like the rod, but she brought it a considerable distance in her luggage when she arrived, so I have my doubts.
Definitely a fun way to watch television. Especially because, as her bottom became sorer, she began to pounce on me and smother me with kisses every time a commercial would start. A cynic would say she was trying to make me forget to spank her. Me, I just like to tease her about how friendly she gets when she’s spanked.
Funny thing, though: I don’t remember exactly how Law and Order ended.
The subconscious mind works in strange and wondrous ways.
Weeks ago when I linked to Dan and Amber, I sort of casually noticed that my old name for that part of my blogroll was getting a little out of date. “BDSM and Slave Blogs” was an accurate catch-all for the few blogs I used to link in that section, but as the section grew, the phrase became more and more stretched. At the time, I toyed with new labels, but nothing came to mind so I said “screw it” and got on with life.
Until this morning, when I awoke from a dream about which I remember nothing except a voice (which I “knew” was Amber, even though I’ve never so much as exchanged an email with her) saying:
“Slave blog, my ass!”
Fair point. It’s fixed now.
So Quiver was talking about that all-too-common issue in vanilla marriages:
Ken and Nicki are having trouble, she is in the stereotypical wife mode of not wanting sex and it is breaking his heart and affecting his feeling of self worth.
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One of the reasons some women behave this way is because they can. They know you are there for them no matter what. You are good men who take your family responsibilities seriously. They know you won’t stray and if you do they have the ultimate power. They can divorce you and take your kids, money, and house. Sucks badly, but that’s the way it is. They put you in the position that you have to beg for sex, it’s demeaning and unhealthy. Unfortunately, there is no cure.
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What can you do? Trying to please her in every way does not guarantee she will suddenly want to fuck you on a regular basis, usually it just means she won�t bitch at you as often. Good luck guys, you might try a firm spanking and a good fistful of hair too but that may lead to different problems.
Oh my, indeed it may! Problems like sirens and handcuffs. On the other hand, faint heart never won fair lady. In Quiver’s comments, someone by the handle of “Observer” expanded on this strategy:
If all else fails (or if you prefer, before trying anything else) put her over your knee and with one arm firmly around her waist to hold her in place, yank her knickers down and spank her bare bottom very hard until she howls. Then spank her vigorously again until she begs at the top of her voice to be allowed to spread her legs and offers her pussy (which will probably be glistening wet by now). Then allow her to service your cock in whichever way you please. A woman who has just been spanked often sucks exquisitely well, and on her knees doing it she can look deliciously beautiful, so that may be a good starting place.
Later Observer expanded on this advice in a fashion which proves that, if nothing else, he’s given the matter a lot of thought:
Perhaps the easy way to end up with her over your knee is to wait until she is sexually receptive (and by that I mean get your woman with with a wet little pussy, having been worked up with your fingers until she making the little squealy, gaspy sounds that she makes when she is hoping to come soon), and then when she involuntarily spreads her legs wider tell her what a naughty girl she is and how she deserves to be put across your knee and spanked before she is allowed to come. Then just do it. Ignore mild resistance. Get your arm round her waist to hold her down and prevent excessive wriggling.
Unless you are totally confident in her and you know she has been spanked before, don’t ignore strenuous resistance. In my experience very few girls refuse. Then spank her, but don’t go mad. After every dozen or so light spanks, keep her wet by stroking your fingers along her pussy lips, dipping into her at will. Gently stroke the insides of her thighs to keep her legs spread. Ease your thumb inside her wet cunt and seek out her g-spot, and make her come like that or with your fingers fluidly circling her clit. As she starts to come down from her orgasm, spank her again – a little harder until she has developed a lovely red blush and is beginning to be a little vocal. Then fuck her thoroughly – or have her kneel and suck you first. Make her come again. Prolong her orgasms to build her desire. Your cock will be extra hard so you can easily have her two or three times, especially if you hold back from pumping all of your hot , creamy sperm into her in one exquisite go (training guys!)
Once you have spanked her like this once, she will soon find herself over your knee again. And she will take it harder next time. Before long, if you have not scared her in your early sexual domination of your conquest, she will have a red hot arse, to be direct about it, on a regular basis. And yelling her pretty head off.
Great advice, if you’re lucky enough to be dealing with one of those ladies who wants a little more dominance, excitement, danger, or challenge in her life.
Brutally bad advice if you have the misfortune of dealing with one of those few who genuinely wants a well-trained male-shaped pet and provider. Silver lining: If you are so unlucky to have married one of these women of the latter sort, after you make bail you’ll know for sure what you are dealing with and can make appropriate changes in your personal life.
Yeah, we all know that never seems to happen.
Except that these days, it does, if you know where to look. Which is why I’ve recently started linking to Far East Media. At Far East Media they take spankings a little further (some of their scenes are “spanked to tears” intense) and a lot sexier (a lot of their movies include after-the-spanking sex) than most producers of spanking porn. The girls are pretty:
And the bottoms get red:
And then they have sex, just like a lot of real spankos do.
(The screen capture is from the movie Jesmi: Spanked And Ass-Fucked. The promotional still above that features Gianna, star of Gianna: Spanked.)
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Yesterday morning was pretty close to unbeatable. It went down sorta like this.
I woke up early, and snuggled for a bit with Bethie, who was still sound asleep. Got up, made a pot of coffee, and puttered around on the computer, posting the blog post below and doing this and that.
Doorbell rings. Huh? Ah, postman. What’s this? A box from Eros Boutique, and it clanks and jingles most promisingly. They had sent me an email inquiring whether I wanted some review goodies, and I had allowed as to how my girlfriend wanted a leather paddle.
Rip tear shred rip rustle tear shred. Box open. Sure enough! The Gentle Persuasion Paddle. Thick, supple black leather, smells good, nice fleece on the back side for surprise tactile rewards. Surprisingly large, surprisingly heavy, very promising. Yum. This is going to be fun.
On cue (no Hollywood director could have timed it better!) comes a sleepy voice from the bed:
“What you got there, dear?” (There is a ripple in the water.)
“Oh, nothing, just a box from Eros Boutique.” (I waft the fly gently over the ripple.)
“Bring it here, I want to see too….” (Splash! Fish on!)
So I dutifully repaired to the bed with my box, demanded one of the three pillows she was hogging so I could sit upright in comfort, waited for her to clear the sleep from her eyes, and produced the paddle. I could see in her eyes, she liked the sight of it. Since she was on her side with a hip and part of a buttock conveniently in range, I gave her a few quick light slaps. That produced an immediate faint rosy glow and a pleased smile on her face. I brought the paddle back toward my face to inspect it, when “Hey! Don’t I get to feel the other side, too?” (Remember, this thing has a fleece side.)
Ladies and gentlemen, I can now report that the fleece side of a heavy paddle makes an interesting muffled “thwock” sound when it strikes human flesh.
That earned me a dirty look. So I shook the box. Clank clonk jingle rattle. Sounded like a hardware store in a box. She had to ask, she’s a girl and they are curious like kittens. “What else is in there?”
“What else” turned out to be the Wrist – Ankle Spreader. I was stunned; this is high quality bondage gear of the sort you used to see a lot of in the bondage magazines. No “broomstick painted black with screw-eyes in the ends” here! This thing is telescoping steel tubing of decent weight with a steel hinge on each end that rotates in two dimensions to protect the attached ankles or wrists from getting torqued at funny angles. The hinge attaches to lockable leather cuffs made of thick high quality leather – the sort of cuffs having a lot of narrow slots in the leather, one of which settles over a metal loop through which you can put a padlock (not included). The cuffs are riveted to the curved endplates attached to the hinges, so any sideways pressure against the ends of the spreader is well distributed. Very nice.
So I flopped Bethie onto her front and attached the spreader to her ankles. That spread her legs far enough that I could reach a bit of inner thigh as I played with my new paddle, and it also kept her a little less mobile during her wiggling. After she was nice and red (Q: “How does it feel?” A: “Stingy….” Q: “Do you like it?” A: “Yeah….”) I helped her roll over, which was tricky but possible with care and assistance. Then I lifted the middle of the spreader bar, which gave me a whole new angle on her bottom and inner thighs. She doesn’t like having her thighs spanked so much, but that novel display was too good to pass up, so she was out of luck … although I did rub with the fleece side between swats, which she seemed to appreciate.
So I did that for awhile, and began to regret having left her panties on before attaching the spreader. And she began to cast about for ways to distract me, and hit upon the suggestion that I let her loose so she could cook us breakfast. I wavered (there were forces in play more important than my stomach, if you can believe it) but she claimed hunger, and I relented. I took the spreader bar off, and let her stand up.
But once she was standing up, I pulled down her panties, bent her over the bed, and said “I want to see what this thing will do if I really swing it. This will only take a few minutes.”
With my full arm behind that paddle, the big surface area of leather turns out to make a noise like Thor’s own thunder. It also produces a great deal of wriggling and squealing and “please oh please ouch” noises, which I generally prefer to interpret as requests to continue. (The paddle could stand to be just a smidge stiffer in the handle when used this way, but that’s a very minor quibble.)
So then I stopped and let her straighten up, and she kisses me. And kisses me. And grabs me in a most friendly fashion. (Never let anybody tell you that boxer shorts don’t have certain advantages over briefs.) And pushes me over on the bed. “I thought you were hungry and wanted to make us breakfast?” “Shush, this will only take a few minutes.”
Mmmmmmm. Unluckily for you, this ain’t a sex blog.
And then she did make me French Toast.
I ask you, how could a morning go better than that? I do believe I should put the fine folks at Eros Boutique on my Christmas card list.
Although I’m flattered by the idea that someone thought it would work, the comments here at Spanking Blog are not an appropriate place to post spanking personals. Accordingly, I’ve deleted one that said, in its entirety:
iwant to make relation with one
women who like be spanking
I trust my female readers will not be unduly distressed that I have failed to reproduce the accompanying email address?
My advice to spanking lovelorn guys: there are a startling number of women out there who want to be spanked and say they can’t find a man to do the job. The thing is, most of them aren’t going to want to meet you right away — that’s just too dangerous and freaky. So go and find yourself an online spanking community based around a bulletin board system (Spanking Classics is a good one) and participate on the boards. Be yourself, be fun and funny if you can pull it off, and above all, be honest about who you are. Keep at it (we are talking months, here) and before you know it, women who now know you and like you will start sending you friendly emails and IMs on totally innocuous subjects. What you do then is left as an exercise for the student. Trust me, you’ll be harvested.
I speak from (happy) experience here.
This is in the nature of one of those old hand-tinted postcards, which were made by watercolor painting on black-and-white photographs. However, something about the colors suggests to me that it’s a recent Photoshop “improvement” on an uncolored image. Does anybody have the unaltered image?
Amber has written an interesting essay on the different kinds of spankings in her marriage — disciplinary, authoritative, reassurance, playful, and erotic. But what I liked best was her summation, because it’s a refreshing counterpart to all the blogs and journals and articles out there by people who have found the One True Spanking Answer For Everyone:
Now, there are all kinds of theories regarding the spankings themselves and when it should or should not be used and many people feel very strongly about their own particular theory.
Some people believe that spanking should never be done before sex because we moronic women might start “acting out” like Pavlov’s dogs in order to receive the sex that we really want but are apparently unable to ask for. Other people believe it’s wrong to ever use spanking erotically in any way whatsoever (so help you God). And even more people who believe disciplinary spankings are completely outrageous and spankings should ONLY be used erotically in an official BDSM “scene” and those of us who use spanking as actual discipline in a relationship have completely lost our minds.
Dan and I started out with our own very rigid ideas about spanking too, mostly because we didn’t know much about it and the unknown can be a scary thing. It’s funny to read some of the early entries and how determined we were on keeping erotic apart from discipline and how discipline spankings were only to be used as a last resort. As time has gone on and the discipline spankings have become less awkward, we’ve relaxed about all that.
When it happens, it happens. Does it really matter why if it works for whatever we’re using it for?
No indeed, it does not!
There’s a nice new look at the top of The Collar Purple today. What’s more, Invidia has done a yummy portrait of Blonde rubbing her bottom.
Uh, that last “her” refers to Blonde, not Invidia. Although the other way around makes for an interesting mental image.
Go take a look, and then send Invidia nice emails. She likes her some nice emails!
Here’s a slightly-vintage (or possibly faux-vintage) spanking picture from the “Oh, his hand is made of terrible burning fire, I must scream in the most exquisite agony if he rests it on my buttocks!” school of bogus spanking pictures. Somehow I don’t believe this model ever actually got a spanking worthy of that agonized face:
But it’s still a most fetching tableaux, as I’m sure you will agree.
A reader wrote in with a request that I’m utterly unqualified to help with, but perhaps someone else here can help:
“I came across one of the links you had for July- it was the “Continuing Saga of Jules” at the Grandpa’s Reading Room link, when I saw the pictures that accompanied the part two story of her night out on the town. “Jules” had on a pair of those seamless see-through undies that I have been trying in vain to locate. I
have been searching for a pair of that same type of lingerie undies in a
size seven and have been unsuccessful. Please help. If you know where I can
get a pair those, please email me- I find them rather cute and appealing and
my husband wants to try our own spanking stories with me in them.”
If anybody knows, please feel free to leave the answer in the comments.
Danor has an interesting post up about the dilemma of wanting to be spanked, but not wanting to ask. It starts with her usual exuberant paean to the joys inherent:
I do want to be spanked– vigorously and often. I like the feelings of submissiveness and floatiness that spanking produces in me, and I like showing Kam how thoroughly I yield myself to him, and– at least with the cane– I like the physical sensation itself. It is a fact I’ve had to come to grips with, that my bottom actually physically craves spanking, in the same way my cunt physically craves to be fucked and my clit to be licked. It gets this itchy, untouched feeling, and I just want someone to beat it bright red.
But of course there’s much much more.
Paul from Northern Spanking writes in to alert me that he’s started a new spanking site called Spanking BBW. [Update: Spanking BBW link removed after site closed.] He writes:
While none of our girls, on either site, are professional models, all are genuine spankees and I think people appreciated the images of “real” girls like their own wives & girlfriends. Hence Spanking BBW which is, I believe, unique in featuring the somewhat larger bottom – there’s just so much more bottom to spank!
He sent along a picture of Tara:
Thanks, Paul!
I’ve long thought that porn is infinitely hotter when the models have genuine smiles on their faces and appear to be having fun. These two young ladies sure do seem to be enjoying themselves:
And just look at those finger marks!
Happy blogday to me,
Happy blogday to me,
Happy blogday dear Spanking Blog,
Happy blogday to me.
On this day one year ago, I posted the first post on this spanking blog and (as near as I can tell) thereby invented spanking blogs. (Although BDSM and master/slave journals and blogs have been around since forever.)
This blog has been a lot of fun, and I’m looking forward to many more years of doing it. I’ve made some excellent online friends and (indirectly via a site I only discovered while mining for links) found Bethie to love and to spank. So I can honestly say that right now starting this blog strikes me as one of my better moves. {grin}
I do however have a confession to make. When I started this blog, my primary motivation was to see if I could get the number one Google result for the word “spanking”. A year later, I’m sitting at number three (it varies, I was briefly down at seven or so yesterday), and I’ve been as high as number two on a good day. Spanking.com is going to be a tough nut to crack — but I’m not giving up yet!
Well, not quite. But except for the OTK spanking action, this photograph looks exactly like all those old 1960s black-and-white family pictures in our old photo album:
Gleaned as usual from the endless flood of vintage erotic pictures going by on Usenet.
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Same girl, different pose. I think I like this one even better, what do y’all think?
Thanks, Invidia!
The lovely and talented Invidia from The Collar Purple has graciously stepped in to fill the graphical void left by the generally unlamented departure of bag-over-her-head girl”. I very much like the new artwork, and I hope y’all will too. Thanks ever so much, Invidia!
Lately I’ve much enjoyed playing with Bethie and a broad leather belt I bought at the thrift store. The belt makes a good snapping noise when it lands, it sets up a most fetching impact ripple, and it contributes readily to bottom redness (although not so readily as my other new favorite toy, the Monster Rubber Spatula). More importantly, the belt never fails to make her squirm. And this exchange still makes me laugh when I think of it days later:
Me: “You like the belt, don’t you?”
Her (voice muffled by pillow): “Yeah. {pause} I mean, NO!”
I dearly love the old black-and-white “wallet photo” porn from the first half of the twentieth century. The good examples have a sort of lusty American honesty that’s a refreshing change from the more artistic “French Postcard” salon photography that made up the first big wave of photographic pornography. And this is a good example:
Nothing like a girl-girl picnic spanking to brighten a summer afternoon!
So, as promised, the guys from Mood Pictures sent along two free caning DVDs: Ancient Regime Part 1 and Rival Girls. I am pleased to report that both of these movies would strike me as a good value if I had purchased them.
The movies came from Hungary via air mail. They are in a foreign language (presumably Hungarian) with literate English subtitles. The plots are no more and no less cliched than your typical caning movie, the girls are pretty, and the caning real.
Ancient Regime Part 1 starts with a very convincing East European thug-type fellow supposedly reminiscing about the communist days, when he was a secret policeman who could do whatever he wanted to the pretty girls he interrogated, as long as he kept them less than 24 hours. The movie then segues to an interrogation room, where a young lady is brought in, told to strip, and (very lightly) tied to a table.
Unlike some of the East European spanking models you sometimes see these days, it was obvious from her facial expressions that this girl was a willing participant in the production. Anxious? Sure. And in pain, toward the end? Obviously. But at the beginning, she was trying not to laugh at the corny “take off your clothes” instructions. Very reassuring to those of us for whom this kink is supposed to be fun and lighthearted.
So she’s tied to the table and gets fifty strokes with the cane, interspersed with very lame exhortations to tell her tormenter everything she knows. He obviously doesn’t expect her to talk, and she never pleads or tries very hard to convince him she’s innocent.
About half the cane strokes seem light or “pulled”, but others seem quite vigorous, and she’s got a very welted bottom by the end. Fifty strokes, that’s your movie.
Rival Girls was quite a bit more fun, and by far the better movie. Three girls, two of whom get caned fifty strokes each. They are roommates at a school, and there’s a plot, but who cares? Girl 1 gets Girl 2 in trouble, Girl 2 gets caned, hard, then the school guy figures out what Girl 1 did and tells Girl 2 to cane Girl 1. (Girl 3 helps with the light bondage and provides a foil for some of the dialogue.)
What makes this special is that the girls are pretty and the caning is very severe. Not quite “Rigid-East” severe, but the marks are bright red and evil-looking. No faked strokes here, although Girl 2 takes awhile to get into her role and goes easy on Girl 1 at the beginning.
Also special is the behind-the-scenes extra on the DVD, taken after the shoot. All the cast members are drinking some brown spirit from a plastic water bottle (the subtitle said “tequila” but I don’t believe it) and clowning around. Everybody on the set gets a cane whack or two and they are all laughing and smiling and obviously fond of each other. Again, it’s a pleasant contrast to some of those anonymous Czech productions where the girls look young and scared and tearful and unwilling.
Thanks to the folks at Mood Pictures for the review copies!
Naked Protesters links to photos of homeless people having sex. One image in particular caught my eye: As a woman rides her man, another woman leans in and appears to be slapping or spanking her bottom.
I am delighted to report signs of life over at The Collar Purple. The Boss and Invidia are back!
Hmm, is that Hillary Clinton getting spanked?
The review copies of the caning DVDs arrived yesterday from Mood Pictures. Fun stuff. No time to write a review tonight, but soon.
It was fun to say “Doesn’t that look like fun, Bethie?” and have her immediately start squealing, hide her eyes from the TV, and start kissing me, all simultaneously.
Review to follow. I promise. However, it might be the weekend before I can get to it.
Irona’s latest post begins: “The cane is an efficient instrument of punishment, correction and pleasure. Highly efficient.”
Later she writes: “I love the precision of the cane, the sharply defined pain it delivers and the way it concentrates my mind and takes exclusive possession of me. I love the deceptive silence preceding the elegant “swish” before the impact.”
It’s not a long post, so you had better just go read it. The executive summary? She likes the cane almost as much as Danor does. Heh.
Here’s a quaint old-fashioned photo of an apprehensive maid presenting a quite serious-looking birch bundle for approval:
One can only wonder what she fears her punishment will be if the birch is not considered adequate.
Here’s a long story from the point of view of a young man somewhat implausibly invited to wield the paddle at a sorority initiation. Lots of humiliation and fairly ugly torture-ish hazing stuff happens later in the story, but there’s some good paddling fairly early on:
I looked at the paddle. It felt hefty in my hands. It was at least two and a half feet long, four inches wide and three quarters of an inch thick. Shit, I thought to myself, these girls don’t play around. On one side there was a big painted red heart and across it, the words, “To Audrey, My Big Sister. Love, Kim.”
Audrey snapped me out of my reverie. “You thank him for each one and ask him for another, Kimmy. Give her three hard swats. And I DO mean hard!” she snarled.
I grasped the paddle’s handle with both hands, stood to Kim’s left, and measured the distance. The girl’s short white skirt was drawn tight against her very vulnerable ass cheeks and I noticed the faint outline of some kind of underwear. I held the paddle an inch away from her ass and got set. Then I swung it back and up and brought it swiftly forward.
The room seemed to explode with sound as the hard, flat wood made contact with Kim’s firm, rounded butt. It was like hitting an inflated rubber inner tube: bouncy, but with a solid feeling of weight to it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Paula jump, apparently startled by the loud “POP!” the paddle made on the girl’s ass. Kim lifted her head and emitted a breathy “Ohhhh…” She bent her left leg and her ass canted to the side a little.
“Thank you, sir, may I have another?” came Kim’s voice, low and breathy.
From Sorority Guest by Solstice.
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