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This kinky medical spanking comes from Taboo Magazine, the March ‘04 edition. The photographer is Jo Hamar, and sadly, this reduced crop doesn’t do justice to the gaudy splendor of the fetish latex outfits and equipment in use:

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• Taboo Magazine

Oh, dear. Somebody’s bottom is in big trouble:

Alert reader JC was kind enough to send in this link, about a dance craze in the Ivory Coast that’s inspired a national appreciation of bigger-bottomed girls, so much so that there’s now a brisk trade in bogus bottom-enlarging creams:

A national dance craze in Ivory Coast has spawned a black market in treatments claiming to increase one’s bottom size.

The dance in question has been inspired by DJ Mix and DJ Eloh’s hit song Bobaraba, which means “big bottom” in the local Djoula language.

When it plays you can be guaranteed that the dance floor will be packed with people shaking their derrieres.

…

While the dance has been embraced by both sexes, DJ Mix says it was inspired by women.

“We made it as a tribute to women, because African women are defined by the shape of their bottoms,” he says.

“Move your bottom, jump, you see, it’s alive.”

Kady Meite, one of his dancers, says the song is a message for women.

“There are women today with large bottoms who are embarrassed, so it’s to say don’t be ashamed - be comfortable,” she says.

JC embellishes:

I couldn’t stop myself extrapolating the possibilities… I imagine a “spanking stall” down the street from the happening night clubs that promised a little sensuous swelling to passersby would do quite a lot of business.

The riding crop, the shiny boots, the abject kneeling — if it looks to you like something out of a bad WWII novel with Nazi villains, it’s because it is.

Or, at least, that was the marketing hook — apparently the book for which this was the cover (something called Blood on the Rhine) did not fully live up to the lurid character of the cover art.

Link via Erosblog: The Sex Blog.

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Teppycat, the switch who is not a myth, writes about a spanking she got with a paddle I’m betting was a Jokari paddle, and how much she enjoyed it:

I realized the other day that I was just tense as hell and wishing firey death on the other drivers on the highway (while I occasionally swear at the other drivers, I don’t wish that they would burn in hell, and that’s what I was doing the other day, when they weren’t doing anything other than trying to merge). When I’m tense and snappish like that, what often makes me feel much, MUCH better is getting my ass beaten well and thoroughly. When T. came home from work, I told him, “I think I need to be beaten…are you up for that?” He was, let me say, MORE than up for that.

He had me lie on my stomach across the bed, tied my wrists together over my head (but didn’t tie them TO anything, since I’m still dealing with some intermittent pins and needles from my wrist tendinitis), and beat my ass, legs, and upper back/shoulders with a variety of things, including a couple of different floggers (I love love LOVE the soft deerskin flogger, because I don’t like it when a flogging stings, but I do love hard, thuddy impact), a yardstick (ow ow OWIE), and a big huge paddle (the kind that’s intended for some sort of game — not ping-pong, because the paddle is even bigger than a ping-pong paddle, and all wood).

The last time that T. used that paddle on me was probably a year ago, and it hurt so badly that I almost stopped the scene (instead, I just asked him to not use the paddle, which he readily complied with). So when T. pulled out the paddle this time, I muttered about not liking it and it hurt too much (I’m so very NOT a pain slut), but I didn’t ask him not to use it.

He was kneeling on the bed next to me, and he swatted my ass with the paddle, not hard but not lightly (medium, I suppose), and I yelped, and so he kneeled up and whacked his own ass, HARD, with the paddle. He looked at me and said, “That’s not bad,” and swatted me again — but still only medium.

After a while, he told me to roll over onto my back, and then he tied my wrists to the bedframe so that I wouldn’t use them to protect my boobs. He flogged my boobs, belly, and my legs and whacked them lightly with the yardstick. I don’t remember him using the paddle on any part of my front, and I told him later that he could have used the paddle on my boobs (because they can take a lot of rough treatment).

Eventually we were finished, and I was all endorphin-addled and delightfully sore. There was sex (yay, sex!), and we fell asleep, waking up in a panic two hours later, because it was 10:30 p.m. and we hadn’t intended to sleep that long (or at all). Dinner was had, and I shuffled back to bed while T. stayed up later, doing his night-owl activities.

I slept SO well that night, and was in a great mood the next day. Ah, the wondrous powers of a good beating.

I thought the funny look on Delilah Strong’s face during her breast whipping in this gallery just cried out for the LOLcatz treatment:

Not very fair to Delilah, who presumably has better spelling and grammar than your average LOLcat, but consider it an artistic license taken while chasing the funny.

Picture credit is of course to The Training Of O.

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Although I still haven’t managed to get my hands on any nettles — much to Bethie’s relief — I continue to think that the combination of quite fearsome pain (to judge by various accounts I’ve read) and utter harmlessness make stinging nettles a promising sort of spanking toy. Here’s a comic book panel that features a nettle whipping:

Via Urtication.com.

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This is proof that economists and utilitarians have kinky fantasies also. Here is Jeremy Bentham’s justification and idea for mass public mechanized whippings, courtesy of the industrial revolution, as described in his The Rationale Of Punishment:

Of all these different modes of punishment, whipping is the most frequently in use; but in whipping not even the qualities of the instrument are ascertained by written law: while the quantity of force to be employed in its application is altogether intrusted to the caprice of the executioner. He may make the punishment as trifling or as severe as he pleases.

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The following contrivance would, in a measure, obviate this inconvenience:—A machine might be made, which should put in motion certain elastic rods of cane or whalebone, the number and size of which might be determined by the law: the body of the delinquent might be subjected to the strokes of these rods, and the force and rapidity with which they should be applied, might be prescribed by the Judge: thus everything which is arbitrary might be removed.

A public officer, of more responsible character than the common executioner, might preside over the infliction of the punishment; and when there were many delinquents to be punished, his time might be saved, and the terror of the scene heightened, without increasing the actual suffering, by increasing the number of the machines, and subjecting all the offenders to punishment at the same time .

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A cuter-than-usual “schoolgirl” gets one heck of a paddling in this gallery from Bi-Spanking:

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Dr. Ken writes about a spanking dream:

I was standing in a room with a lady I can only assume was my girlfriend. She looked young–real young, almost like she was barely legal age. She had long straight blond hair, a hint of freckles on her face, and she was wearing a red-and-white vertically striped nightgown. She stepped up to me and put her arms around my neck. I hugged her, and then we kissed. I started to use my fingers to slowly pull up her nightgown, bunching the material at her waist. She could feel what I was doing, and grinned at me.

Once I had the nightgown raised, I moved towards a bed that was nearby. I sat down and pulled her over my knee. She was naked from the waist down, and her bottom was in the well-known and perfect OTK position. She realized what was about to happen and started asking, “Why? Why?”

“It’s your birthday, silly, ” I replied. “How old are you again?”

“32,” she said. (Imagine my relief…..legal age and then some!)

I rubbed her bottom lightly, raised my hand….and then there was some sort of interruption, which I can’t recall…..and then I woke up.

Say it with me, fellows, in your best Homer Simpson voice: “Doh!”

Here’s a long and thoughtful article by The Disciplined Feminist on domestic discipline, a style of spanking relationship I don’t know a lot about, but which is of interest to many Spanking Blog readers. I’ll just let her set the scene, and then you can go read the rest:

The scene: I’m in the kitchen cooking dinner, banging pots and pans around. My ever-observant partner asks what’s the matter. I don’t actually know, mind you, but I decide that whatever it is, it’s his fault. So I let him have it — a long list of whiny, bitchy grievances that I have a bad feeling I’m half-making up as I go along.

My tirade has the, apparently, desired effect. My partner starts to get angry, then, to his credit, does what I’ve asked him to do. He stops and instead says, “Go get the paddle.”

Many women in DD (domestic discipline) relationships will recognize this moment as the single most challenging one in creating a DD lifestyle. I’m angry, I’m sure I’m right. I am Woman, hear me roar and there’s no way in hell I’m getting the paddle. I turn my back on him and walk out.

My partner, being either very foolish or very brave depending on one’s point of view, follows me. “It’s not an optional thing,” he reminds me. I say nothing. “That ring’s supposed to mean something,” he adds, pointing to the silver band that I wear as a symbol of my consent to a DD lifestyle.

It only takes a split second — I’m barely aware of my thought process or my actions. But before I realize what I’m doing, the ring that I’ve fought so hard for the right to wear, the ring that symbolizes the hard work, trust, tears and heartaches that have gone into creating this fragile thing called a DD relationship, is off my hand and tossed onto the counter.

There is a beat of stunned silence on both of our parts. Neither of us can quite believe I’ve done what I just did. Taking the ring off is something I’ve promised — sworn — never, ever to do in the heat of an argument. Only upon thoughtful reflection and discussion is that supposed to be on option.

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I heard that Ray Stevens song yesterday, about a visit to the proctologist:

“Doctor, Doctor, have mercy on me!
Doctor, Doctor, your cure is worse than my disease…”

Of course I immediately thought of it when I saw this Sex And Submission gallery featuring Charley Chase as a medical student caught cheating by a doctor who is entirely willing to take advantage of the situation (and of poor Charley).

Of course there is plenty of spanking:

And because Herr Doktor is a skilled professional, how about some tongue whipping?

There’s a lot more, it’s really a very eye-catching gallery.

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From a love letter sent to Ian Fleming by one Ann Charteris, in 1947, after a short visit:

It was so short and so full of happiness, and I am afraid I loved cooking for you and sleeping beside you and being whipped by you… I don’t think I have ever loved like this before.”
…
I long for you to whip me because I love being hurt by you and kissed afterwards. It’s very lonely not to be beaten and shouted at every five minutes.

Spank Statement has all the details.

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Brutal nuns seem to be popular around here, so I thought it was time to post these nun whippings sent to me a few months back by Bette. They are from a graphic novel by Milo Manara, called Borgia: Blood for the Pope:

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Ok, so I’m not a farmer. Maybe it’s not a stable. According to the filenames in the gallery where I found this picture, it’s a byre. Which is a barn for cows.

Whatever. It’s an old brick-and-stone-and-concrete place for keeping animals, complete with barred windows in thick soundproof walls. So it’s perfect for keeping and whipping girls in, right?

From Shadow Slaves.

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Has Cupid been naughty to you this year? Would you like to see the cheeky little bugger get his comeuppance for once?

Well, now you can:

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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I’m pretty sure this is an old movie still, but it’s an awfully sexy bondage whipping scene and I’m pretty sure abusing a lady in that fashion is not The Cowboy Way. So I’m quite curious what movie it might be from:

Another find from alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. spanking.

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This must be a birthday spanking scene. I think that’s a happy smile on the birthday girl’s face, but it looks like that (metal?) oar is being swung with vigor and spirit!

Naked posture training with a riding crop is always fun for everybody involved:

In the case of model Dana DeArmond, it seems to put her in the mood for carrying out her slave duties. But the real treasure in this photoset is a closeup shot of Madison Young’s cane-striped ass and pussy. Don’t miss it!

From The Training Of O.

This comic book spanking given by The Phantom has been floating around the web for awhile, but I just discovered two more spanking panels at Vintage Spank:

My favorite part, as always, is the complaint that the spanking hurt. “Oh, Phantom, I wanted you to grab me with those big strong hands, but it wasn’t the way I expected it would be!”

There’s a whole legion of brat girls out there (ladies, you know who you are!) who like to grouse about the broken-down grumpy old men who love them and keep them in line. So, when I saw this beleaguered old grump on a postcard on alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. spanking, I figured I’d better share him:

Girls, what have you been doing to this poor fellow?

In the old Victorian fetish novels, the cruel schoolmaster or sadistic monk was as likely to belabor some poor student or work-house girl across the shoulders with his cane as he was to bend them over for proper strokes. It’s not something you see much in the modern spanking fetish (floggers are so much more fun on bare backs!) but I thought this very stylish picture would be of interest:

It’s a photograph by Denys DeFrancesco in the January ‘04 issue of Taboo magazine, a hard-to-find-in-paper (but well worth searching for!) Flynt Publications title, now available online at Hustler’s Taboo.

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When you care enough to give the very best bruises, use a thick hardwood paddle like the folks at Bi-Spanking do:

More here.

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I laughed aloud (for you younger readers, that’s how people said “LOL” back in the bad old days) at this anecdote from Abel and Haron’s blissful domesticity:

I’m out in the kitchen making dinner. Abel is on the phone to his mother in the next room, and I can hear him through the door:

“I’d better go, Mum; Haron’s cooking, I need to give her a hand.”

I wonder briefly why he thinks I need help stirring curry that’s come out of a jar; surely I’m not that inept.

Everything is explained when he strides into the room, yanks down my slightly-too-large tracksuit bottoms along with my knickers, and gives me several firm, crisp smacks. I hold on to the stirring spoon to keep myself from ending up face-first in the bubbling curry.

“Is that your understanding of giving me a hand?” I ask, pulling my pants back up.

“Yeah. What, did you think I was going to help you?”

In our house, it’s a matter of having too many robust wooden spoons hanging about in the kitchen (where they don’t attract undue attention the way they would hanging about in the living room). I’ll wander in there when Bethie is cooking, and say “You need any help?”

She’ll look up at me from whatever task she has well in hand, and gaze at me with that facial expression that says in a friendly sort of way “Have you lost your freaking mind?”

“No, dear, I think I’ve got it. Anyway, what would you do?”

At which point I usually grab a handy spoon and smack away at a handy bottom. I get bonus points if it’s a spoon she’s using for food, because apparently butt oil can transmute itself right through two layers of clean cotton.

“Hey, what are you doing, I’m cooking here!”

“And I’m supervising.”

Bethie is starting to get caught up on blogging about the spanking goodies that were under our Christmas tree this year. I have particularly had fun with the two paddles made by John at Leather Thorn:

We have always enjoyed his work. Thanks, John!

The almost manic look of enthusiasm in the spanking girl’s eyes in these vintage photos is what caught my attention. Do you think she’s into it?

From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage.

Despite the fact that a flogging between two posts is about as traditional as these things get (meaning, has the potential to be boring) the whipping shots in this gallery from Sex And Submission seem more dynamic, and thus more interesting, than usual:

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A spanking excerpt from a bondage and sex story linked at Bondage Blog:

When the men had taken all the pictures they wanted, she was untied from the bed and frog-marched naked into the main part of the hut where the other women were.

She was bent over the back of a hard backed wooden chair in the centre of the room, in full view of the other girls. Her ankles were tied to the two rear legs of the chair, while her arms were stretched out and tied to the front legs. The girl’s shapely arse was displayed in its full glory in this position, and at the mercy of the men. Mind you fucking her from the rear at this point, was the last thing on our minds, we had a more just punishment lined up for this mouthy girl.

One of the men slipped his thick leather belt out of the loops of his trousers and approached the girl’s rear. With a loud crack, he brought the leather down across her shapely buttocks, crack, another blow and then another. Tears started to flow from the girl’s eyes at the three stinging blows across her rump. He then walked in front of her, and with a hand under her jaw, he raised her face up to look at him. He told her that they were about to release her gag, and that if she cried out at all, or if she struggled and refused their requests, she would be immediately re-gagged and that she would feel the belt until her buttocks and thighs were red raw.

Nodding her understanding and acknowledgement of the instructions, the man removed her gag. She started to ask why this was happening, only to receive a sharp blow across her shoulders from his belt, cutting off any further attempts to speak.

While the man stood menacingly at the side of her, where she could not fail to see the vicious belt poised in his hands, another man stood in front of her face and dropped his underpants to expose his semi swollen penis. She was forced to take it in her mouth and suck him off. As the penis expanded to its full size the man grabbed hold of the sides of her head and started to deep throat her with long hard strokes, as she gagged for breath. When the first guy had shot his load down the throat of that cutting mouth, I stepped forward for a turn.

Giving the Corporal a few moments to stop gagging from the first mouth fuck, I offered my swollen prick to her mouth. She was reluctant at first to put her lips around its swollen head, but another sharp crack of the belt across her buttocks by the man with the belt, soon got her moving again.

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So, I was Googling around looking for bull pizzle whips, and since there were no useful results in English, I got bored and started using the Google translator to give me synonyms for “whip” in various languages. I wound up searching for “плетки” in the Russian version of Google images. Did I expect to find pizzle whips this way? Hardly. But I figured I’d find something fun.

As indeed I did!

Allow me to present a group of what seem to be bachelor-party entertainers out of Krasnoyarsk. They’re very cute and easy on the eyes, they work under the name The Show Ballet, and here we have them doing a whip dance:

And that, my friends, is what I call search engine serendipity.