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Here’s a detail from another of the old adventure covers, this one starring a kneeling blonde in a fur-trimmed bikini and an evil whip-wielding villain:
Here’s the whole cover:
Tyrant and Slave-Girl On Planet Venus, baby!
I found this one on Usenet.
No, you did not hear that right. It’s not a bundt pan. It’s not even a bun pan, although that’s closer. No, ladies and gentlemen, it’s a butt pan, which this enterprising spanko girl has brought along to serve her as armor:
From Spank Roomies via Le journal de la fessée.
Sing it with me: “Romans came across The Channel, all wrapped up in tin and flannel…”
(Update: edited to better credit the pic.)
Hi, I’d like to comb the assembled expertise of my readers to help me identify this unique sort of whip or cane:
I’ve seen it in movies from Lupus Pictures (in stills like this) and in a few other places. It looks like a little bit like a cane and a little bit like a whip:
The distinguishing feature is that unique twist, but it appears also to be more flexible than a cane, welting along the entire length of its landing zone. Perhaps a twisted piece of leather or rawhide, but dried and varnished? Maybe even that item of exotica, the bull pizzle cane? I just don’t know.
Surely one of my readers has some knowledge to share?
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It’s been a while since I gave you your dose of naked schoolgirls in tears from getting tawsed on their hands. So now it’s time:
See? She looks sorry already.
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Yes, it’s true. This is a screen shot of Gene Simmons (of KISS fame) spanking a reporter:
From Chicago Spanking Review (link via Chross.)
From the cover of an old War Horrors title (Nurse Prisoners of the Kong I believe) we have this brutal artwork. The bamboo caning is well begun, the bondage is sufficient, and unless I miss my guess the raping and ravaging is about to commence!
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This bit of erotic art from Vintage Lust wins the week’s prize for understated kink. Just a couple going at it, yes?
Until you notice the short whip, discarded in the heat of the moment, but handy to be picked back up…
The pursed lips and bemused look on the face of this librarian-in-red-latex bondage model as the riding crop strikes her breasts made me laugh:
From Whipped Ass.
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From Swan at The Heron Clan:
He began to talk about what He wanted to do with me and to me. He spoke low about wanting to take me over His knee and blister me, while I squirmed and cried and begged. He talked of sending me to the corner with the rubber punishment strap to contemplate how much it would hurt landing over and over on my already bruised and burning bottom, until I was ready to come to Him and ask for the strapping that He would give me. He mused about how rainy our weather has been, and wondered if the spring wouldn’t bring a particularly plentiful crop of switches; saying that it would be good to keep me switched on a regular basis.
At first, I wanted to contradict the images He was creating. After all, I had not done anything to warrant such harsh beatings… I’d been “good…” But somehow, the words caught me, and I didn’t fuss at Him. I simply let myself fall into the stories He was telling me — stories like I might have told myself in the dark, lonely, silence of the night. I relaxed into His embrace, followed His words and His voice, let His strong hands work their magic, and began to rise to the heat that He was creating.
This time, when we came together to make love, I was more than ready to follow the trail on which He had set me travelling.
Here’s from Whipped Women is an unusual sort of method for keeping a whipped girl in position:
Just make her stand on something so tall, she doesn’t dare break position for fear of falling!
To risky in actual play for my taste, but it makes for a nice photoset.
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This looks like a good old fashioned wife spanking, as practiced in the upper classes:
Here’s a funny account of a switching, posted by Gwen at Devlin O’Neill’s Weblog:
Several years ago I experienced my first switching. The lead-up was fantastic, the lecture I received beforehand made my knees literally weak. My anxiety level was sky high as I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and lift me over a wide lap.
The action began, we were into it for about 1/2 minute and … besides the intense stinging on my upturned posterior, with each stroke I could feel little thumping sensations on my back, my head, my arms … and I could hear my date saying, ‘Ow. Ow. Ow.’ … (Hey, that’s *my* line … )
It took me a second to realize that, each time he took a swipe at me with the switch, little bits and pieces of the branches were snapping off and the air-born missiles were flying *every where* in every direction, hitting me, hitting him, littering the bed and carpet … and it was a RIOT because behind me I was hearing, ‘Ow. Ow. Ow.’ I’m sure they were getting him directly in the face. I was trying hard not to laugh, trying to be a *good* naughty girl, but Gawd, if you can’t laugh, what’s the point, right? After almost taking one in the eye, he grumbled, ‘Forget this!’, tossed the unwieldy switch to the floor and finished the job with his faithful hand. That would be when I stopped laughing.
This cheerful little panel from an unknown comic book shows what looks to me like a domestic discipline sort of belt spanking scene:
From Usenet.
It’s so much fun (thanks, Adele!) to be able to link to a tabloid-style spanking story involving a public figure, that isn’t unutterably squalid. It helps that in this story, the girls were old enough to be legal (if still awfully young), willing (heck, they are the ones who proposed the spanking!), and treated with as much respect as a pair of young groupies could ever hope for:
Russ’ real-life St Trinian’s night
As Flash Harry in the new St Trinian’s movie, he loves to surround himself with gorgeous, pouting schoolgirls.
And as a real-life self-confessed sex-addict, Russell Brand has never been over-fussy about who climbs into his bed.
So when two beautiful teenage fans turned up at a book-signing session in sexy Santa outfits, Brand wasted no time inviting them back to his luxury hotel for a night of fun.
As soon as they got back to his £800- a-night suite, he lured them into the bedroom, lifted their skirts – and spanked them.
But Randy Russell was in for a shock when Polly Elcoat and Emma Cain confessed that they were only 16 years old. In fact he was so alarmed he asked for ID to make sure they weren’t even younger.
And although he went on to share his bed and a few naughty cuddles with the star-struck girls, he stopped short of having his usual wicked way.
Brunette Emma recalls the moment Russell found out they were real-life St Trinian’s types.
“We were all lying in bed watching a movie. Russell had his boxer shorts on and we were having a chat,” she says. “He asked us how old we were and when we told him we were 16, he shot bolt upright in bed.
“He said, ‘Oh my God’, and then asked if we could prove it.
“We showed him our student cards. A big grin spread across his face and he said, ‘That’ll do nicely’.”
Best friends Polly and Emma had met Brand at a signing session for his autobiography My Booky Wook at Manchester’s Zavvi music store on December 1. Keen to impress their hero, they turned up in Christmassy red satin lingerie, fishnet stockings and high heels .
“We thought it would be a laugh to dress as sexy Santas,” says blonde Polly. “We wanted to catch Russell’s eye.” It certainly worked.
“A security guard came over and asked us to write our numbers down, saying Russell had noticed us. When we got to the front of the queue, he said, ‘Well, well, well, what have we here then?’ He stood up and did an extravagant bow and shouted out, ‘I say, Christmas, it seems, has cometh early’.”
Russell was so excited by the girls’ outfits he asked them to pose while he took a snap of them on his mobile Emma said: “Then he kissed us and I joked that he could give us a good spanking if he wanted. He pulled a funny face and said, ‘Ooh, you naughty little thing.’ A staff member said Russell was performing at the Apollo Theatre that night and wanted to give us free tickets.” An hour later, Russell called Polly.
“I couldn’t believe it,” says Polly. “I was so excited, I hung up.”
“A few seconds later, my phone rang,” says Emma. “It was Russell. He asked if we were still wearing our Santa suits. I told him we were and he said, ‘Great, come over to my hotel.’
The girls took a taxi to Manchester’s swanky Hilton Hotel – and headed straight for the Presidential Suite. True to form, Randy Russell stripped to his underwear and said: “Come into the bedroom.”
Polly says: “He told us to lie face down across the bed so he could spank us. We laughed and he said, ‘Go on, I mean it. You said you wanted spanking and now I will spank you’.
“He lifted our coats one by one and tapped our bottoms with the palm of his hand. It didn’t hurt.
We stood up and slipped our coats off in front of him to reveal our Santa suits. He lay on the bed with a huge smile on his face.
“Then we kissed him. He made a little ‘mmm’ noise and closed his eyes. We got comfortable. That was when he asked how old we were. He thought we were more like 20.” When Russell left to do his show the girls were taken to the venue by a guard and treated as VIPs all night. Emma says: “Russell made a real fuss of us and told all the staff that we were to be looked after.”
And after his performance, he whisked them back to the hotel.
Polly says: “He told us to to make ourselves at home and order room service while he went to the bar with his staff. He was gone for almost two hours.
“We ordered chips and Haagen Dazs ice-cream. Then we took a dip in the massive granite bath and got in to bed to wait for him.
“When he finally came back, we were lying in the spoons position to keep warm and had almost dropped off to sleep. He stood at the end of the bed, looked down at us and said, ‘Aah, look at you two darlings’.”
Then wild-haired Brand stripped to his boxers and dived beneath the sheets with the two giggling schoolgirls.
“His chest was so hairy,” says Polly. “We began running our fingers through it and tickling him gently. He put an arm round each of us and we started kissing him.
“He felt our boobs through our bras and kept telling us we were his little darlings and how naughty we were.
“It was hard to resist letting things go any further, but it was getting too intense for us so we snuggled into his chest and told him we were feeling tired.”
So Russell respected their wishes – and rolled over and fell fast asleep.
“He was a real gentleman. It was obvious that he wanted us to go all the way but he said he thought it was a good idea to stop before things went too far.”
The next morning, the trio had breakfast in bed while he read out excerpts from his book. Then he called them a taxi.
“He thanked us for a great time and we told him we’d really enjoyed ourselves,” says Polly.
“We’ve told our mums and they weren’t too pleased. But to us, he will always be Russell, the true gentleman. Who knows…we might even make it into his next book.”
Asked about the two girls this week, Russell proudly showed off their picture on his mobile, and told us: “Them two madams turned up to my book signing wearing sexy Christmas-themed lingerie.
“I bet Barbara Cartland didn’t have to put up with this rhubarb…”
I’m not entirely sure these grinning college ladies are doing the standard sorority spanking thing, but whatever they are doing, they sure do look pleased with themselves!
This is one of those nice “dilemma” photographs, if you’ve got any empathy in you at all. The leather flogger coming down in that sensitive region has got to make the poor girl want to jump and wiggle. But, that heavy and implacable tightly stretched chain presumably discourages undue wiggling:
From Device Bondage.
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Continuing on the theme of boobs in jeopardy, here’s a sample from a vintage set of breasts in bondage and getting a spanking with a used paint stirring stick:
From Breast Spanking via Spank Slaves, The Blog.
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A nice lurid breast whipping for your entertainment:
I can just imagine Lisa saying in that flat earnest nasal voice “Relax, Mom, it’s for a science project!”
From Bondage Blog.
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Smoking, I don’t mind saying, has always struck me as a filthy habit. Forget health considerations, since my youngest days the deliberate inhalation of smoke (don’t care what kind) has always just struck me as unutterably gross and disgusting. Just… eww. Ick, even. {shudder}
So, it stands to reason that I’m a sucker for a good “caned for smoking” story line. Like this one:
It’s a cold shower first for this indolent inhaler:
And now, she can has canings pleez:
And there was justice and righteousness in the world once again.
From Girls Boarding School.
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This spanking art is from the cover of an Eros Goldstripe stroke book called Captives Of The Leather Lashers:
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When your boyfriend is a cop who fixes your traffic tickets, and your father is the chief of police, it’s really not smart to misbehave with either one of them:
By 9 pm, Mary hadn’t returned, or called with an explanation.
His anger fueled by her lack of consideration, Jim called all over
town, trying to find his girlfriend. At 10 pm he located her in at the
gym, in the jacuzzi. He asked the manager not to tell her he’d
called, and to stall her, if she tried to leave before he arrived.“There you are! I want an explanation why you broke our date,
and I want it right now!” he demanded.“What right do you have BARGING here on Women’s night?” she
countered, trying to throw him off guard.“I have the right to search for a missing person – actually a
selfish brat who cancels a date without an explanation, then hides in
a jacuzzi. The owner let me in since she knew we were lovers, and no
one else was here.”Mary felt somewhat secure in the pool with him kneeling at the
edge.“Get out so we can talk properly!” he said, reaching for her.
Mary countered his grip and almost pulled him into the water.
“You want to play rough, do you?” he asked as he hauled her
out of the jacuzzi.“Let me go,” she cried.
Jim sat down on a bench and pulled her over his knees. “You
deserve this!” he told her as he got her into the traditional spanking
position. “I don’t care if you’re dripping wet, I’ll dry you out
fast!”As he looked at her cute bottom in the bikini suit, he noticed
the marks from the hairbrush. “Well, what do we have here? Don’t tell
me you got spanked recently!”“Let me up, you brute!” Mary cried, struggling. “I don’t want
a spanking!”“You are not getting up until I decide,” Jim replied sternly.
“Your wants are not important now. I demand some answers. Why didn’t
you go to work today? Where did these marks come from, and why did you
break our date?”“Let me go!” she repeated, struggling wildly across his lap.
“Since you persist in acting like a spoiled brat, I’ll just
have to `add’ to the job someone else started.” With that he started
to pull her bikini bottom down.“NO! Someone will come in and see us!” she pleaded, trying to
keep it in place.“They won’t see any `skin’ they haven’t seen before. As for
watching your spanking, that will add to your punishment.”Mary wiggled, but couldn’t get up. By now Jim had removed her
bikini bottom completely, and she was quite conscious of her bare
bottom sticking up for anyone entering to see.“Not ready to tell me the truth yet?” he queried. “Then
prepare to accept the consequences,” with that he brought his right
hand down sharply on her left cheek.“OW! That hurts! Stop!”
“I’ll stop when you’ve given me some honest answers and you’ve
been properly punished for your treatment of me.” With that Jim gave
her an matching spank on the right cheek.They were only two spanks, but on her wet bare skin, Mary’s
bottom started to turn bright red almost immediately. On top of the
sound hairbrushing she’d received from her father, she was already
experiencing a lot of pain.“NO! No more. Please!”
“I don’t hear any answers,” Jim countered, applying two
stinging spanks across the lower part of her bottom.“OUCH! OW! Please, I’ll tell you. Just give me time.”
“You have ten seconds. Make it fast, or I’ll start again,” he
replied, keeping his hand poised over her quivering pink bottom.
“Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three…
two… one! Sorry, time’s up!” with that Jim gave her another hard
swat on her left cheek.“NO! I’ll tell you. Please stop! she sobbed. “It was my
father. He found out about the tickets, and used a hairbrush – the
first spanking I had in ten years.”
From Mary’s Brush With The Law, by Charlie.
It all started, as many kinky stories do, with what was supposed to be just a routine visit to the gynecologist.
However, our girl Riley Shy began to realize that something unusual was going on when she saw the black latex gloves and the very functional medical-grade humane restraints. By the time the ball gag came out, she was helpless:
All this bondage gave the exam itself a most unusual character. But she was a good girl throughout, and earned a reward. No, not a lollipop you sillies! A spanking!
From Whipped Ass.
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I love this animated .gif of Bill Clinton spanking Hillary in the oval office:
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Sounds like a fun spanking evening at Bonnie’s house:
While I was changing, he had placed a blanket over the wooden bench and a bath towel in the center on top of the blanket. After several minutes of delicious kissing and fondling, Randy whispered in my ear.
“Straddle the bench and sit on the towel.” I complied. I had expected to be told to either bend over the bench or lie upon it. Randy’s plan wasn’t anything quite so conventional.
“Lean forward” was my next whispered command. When I did so, I felt something slide beneath me from back to front. It was a very odd sensation. Only later did I learn that he shoved an inactive bullet-shaped vibrator inside the towel. The vibrator sat partially in a crevice between the slats in the bench such that it didn’t quite feel as though I was sitting on something.
Until he turned it on, that is! Wow. I practically stood up when the buzzing startled me. It felt great, but I just didn’t expect it at that moment. Before I could recover from that first shock, the tip of the riding crop made abrupt contact with the skin of my left cheek. Ow!
“Sit down and lean forward.”
Again I took my place atop the undulating towel. Again my bottom felt the fierce kiss of the whip.
These twin sensations were so amazing that I barely had a chance to reflect upon how available and vulnerable my bottom was in this position. Randy took full advantage by striking all over my quickly reddening globes. It hurt to be sure, but it was a hurt I craved.
I found myself gently rocking my hips to maximize the effect of the vibrations. The cumulative effects of snap, sting, rub, and buzz quickly overtook me and I began to pant with passion. Sensing my approaching climax, Randy applied the crop swiftly and sharply. My entire being quaked with orgasmic release. I squeezed my eyes shut as waves of pleasure and pain and pleasure swept me away.
Here’s an account of a butt plug used to help a young lady maintain focus, so she won’t enjoy her punishment spanking too much:
After twenty spanks at a moderate pace, my buttocks were feeling prickly. Rick
has a strong hand and it doesn’t take much to get my bottom burning when he’s
on the job! By the time I requested spank number twenty, I was panting and my
counts were more or less shouted out. I knew I was squirming and could feel
his hardness pressing against my hips, but he held me firmly in place.Then what I feared most happened. He told me to stop counting. I knew what
that meant.Rick would usually stop part way through my spankings to “check his little girl
for naughty thoughts,” as he put it. I felt him bend over as his right hand
parted my ass cheeks and thighs. I could feel his breath on my whispy tuft of
hair covering my pussy lips as his fingers wiggled their way to my little slit.
I heard him chuckle as his finger probed my womanhood and then withdrew…very
wet indeed!“I see my little girl is taking perverse delight in her punishment again,
hmmm??”I tried to bury my head and not answer, but a sharp spank on my bottom brought
me back to the present.…
“Well, young lady, seeing as how you’re enjoying your spanking so much, I’m
going to make sure you keep your mind focused where it’s supposed to be!” he
lectured.I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I knew it would certainly get
my attention, no matter what. Rick was quite creative when it came to my
spankings….and I knew this time would be no different.I felt him stretching as if he were reaching for something. I felt him spread
my butt cheeks wide apart with his fingers, and immediately sensed the tip of
his other finger with something slippery and cool on it touch the center of my
little brown button. I clenched up. Just as my anus relaxed, I felt his
finger tip slide gently into my anus….then push steadily up into my rectum.“Relax and remain still, my pet. I’m just lubricating you so my butt plug will
slip in nice and easy,” he explained.‘BUTT PLUG?!’ I thought incredulously. My God, he can’t be doing this!
“Oh please, Sir, puleeeze…not the butt plug. I’ll never be able to face you
again. Please don’t embarrass me like this. I promise I’ll be good and take
the rest of my spanking well for you!” I pleaded. It obviously had no effect,
as Rick ignored my begging and continued twisting and flexing his finger inside
me, making sure that I was thoroughly slicked up for what was to come.His finger finally slid out and my anus closed around it, returning to its
normal diameter. I relaxed for just a second before I felt my cheeks being
spread once again. This time, the sensation against my brown crinkle was
colder…and I knew that this was the butt plug I had been promised. I hung my
head low and scrunched up my face as I waited in anticipation for my asshole to
be violated.“Relax, honey. It will go in much easier if you don’t resist it,” Rick
thoughtfully explained.I tried to relax my bottom cheeks as the tapered end of the soft rubber plug
began dilating my tight little anus on its way inside. I felt it get wider and
wider, until it reached the end where my anus gripped down around the narrower
detent at the end. I felt him tug it slightly to make sure it was seated
properly.“Now we’re ready to finish your punishment for today, Miss Naughty. I trust
you will be concentrating on what brought you here today for the rest of our
session, won’t you?” Rick inquired.“Y…yes, Sir,” I said simply, being at a complete loss for words at this
point.“You may continue the count, then.”
I clenched my ass down around the butt plug as I prepared for the new onslaught
of spanks.‘Twenty-one!” I almost shouted.
SMAACKKK!!!
From Gabrielle’s Spanking — author unknown.
Fans of the motivational power of high-velocity leather will appreciate the “slavercising” going on in this shoot from The Training Of O. You’ve got your basic stretching:
And running in place:
And then you’ve got your advanced class, which would be nearly-impossible bondage duck-walking:
Yeah, she’s feeling the burn:
Even under the blindfold, in this picture you can hear her thinking “Just how much further do I have to go?”
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