Pussy Caning In Slave Training

spanked during slave training

Looking at this list of Kink.com sites reminded me that I hadn’t checked The Training Of O for spanking pictures in more than a year. Which is a pity, because it means I had missed the very nice pussy caning photos from this photoshoot, whence also comes the photo at the top of this post.

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Positioning For A Sex Spanking

This is not going to be one of those spankings that has “nothing to do with sex”, you can already tell. His leg is positioned to force hers apart, and she’s hugging his leg possessively. They are here to have some fun:


The photo is probably from one of the spanking magazines, but I could not find a credit.

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Slave Whipping From An Abolitionist Tract

According to Bondage Blog, this slave whipping scene is from the 1864 abolitionist publication The Gospel of Slavery: a Primer of Freedom.

abolitionist view of a slave whipping

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Dreams Of Spanking: Enjoy It While You Can

Pandora Blake has made no secret of the fact that her Dreams Of Spanking website (which we have greatly enjoyed here at Spanking Blog) has been under serious regulatory threat since that ridiculous-but-terrifying censorious regulatory regime went into effect last year in Great Britain. (From this great distance, my murky impression is that a fading agency primarily responsible for regulating the adult content of DVDs — which have long been heavily censored in Britain — has made a successful grab for power, relevance, and funding, by the expedient of saying “adult websites are like old-fashioned video-on-demand services, which we also regulate because they used to just play DVDs over the cable TV network, so we ought to be able to regulate websites too!”)

Regulatory officialdom in Great Britain turns out to be impossibly hostile to BDSM and kinky stuff, the more so if it involves women in any role other than the traditionally-submissive. Thus it has been clear from the start that this is an existential threat to sites like Dreams Of Spanking. Pandora has legal representation and the courage to speak out, be activist, and keep doing what she’s doing, but there’s a lot of legal and financial peril involved. As an outspoken activist, it was probably inevitable that she would clash with regulatory authorities sooner rather than later, and indeed that day has come:

If you like Dreams Of Spanking, go read her post. Many people are rooting for her, and we can wish for a triumphant outcome, but that’s by no means a sure thing. As Pandora says (and I do not think she’s being either melodramatic or self-serving here):

If you haven’t yet joined the site, do it now, while you still can – time is running out, and legal fees are expensive.

Verbum sapienti satis.

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A Dispute Among Mistresses

The mistress in black latex already has one slash on her cheek. Will she submit, or is she about to take that whalebone crop away from the lady in red and chain her helplessly with the others?


Art by Carlo.

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A Justified Bastinado

a justified bastinado

An example of the caning of feet as punishment (variously called bastinado or falaka) is recounted by the deserving recipient in The Adventures of Hajji Baba of Ispahan (1895), which is the account of a traveler in Persia in the early part of the 1800s. Taking up the trade of selling tobacco adulterated with dung turns out to have been a risky enterprise:

As I was myself devotedly fond of smoking, I determined to become an itinerant seller of smoke. Accordingly, I bought pipes of various sizes, a wooden tray, containing the pipe-heads, which
was strapped round my waist, an iron pot for fire, which I carried in my hand, a pair of iron pincers, a copper jug for water, that was suspended by a hook behind my back, and some long bags for my tobacco. All these commodities were fastened about my body, and when I was fully equipped, I might be said to look like a porcupine with all its quills erect.

My tobacco was of various sorts — Tabas, Shiraz, Susa, and Damascus. It is true that I was not very scrupulous about giving it pure; for with a very small quantity of the genuine leaf I managed to make a large store, with the assistance of different sorts of dungs. I had a great tact in discovering
amongst my customers the real connoisseur, and to him I gave it almost genuine. My whole profits, in fact, depended upon my discrimination of characters. To those of the middling ranks, I gave it half mixed; to the lower sort, three-quarters; and to the lowest, almost without any tobacco at all.

I continued to sell my tobacco and my pipes ; but owing to my intimacy with the dervishes, who smoked away all my profits, I was obliged to adulterate the tobacco of my other customers considerably more than usual; so that, in fact, they enjoyed little less than the fumes of dung, straw, and decayed leaves.

One evening, when it was dusk, and about the time of closing the bazars, an old woman in rags, apparently bent double with age, stopped me, and requested me to dress a pipe for her to smoke. She was closely veiled, and scarcely uttered a word beyond her want. I filled her one of my very worst mixture: she put it to her mouth; and at her spitting, coughing, and exclamations, half-a-dozen stout fellows, with long twigs in their hands, immediately came up, seized me, and threw me on my back. The supposed old woman then cast off her veil, and I beheld the Motesib in person. (The Motesib is an officer who perambulates the city, and examines weights and measures, and qualities of provisions.)

“At length, wretch of an Ispahani,” said he, “I have caught you — you, that have so long been poisoning the people of Meshed with your abominable mixtures. You shall receive as many strokes on your feet as you have received shakies for your pipes. Bring the felek,” said he to his officers, “and lay on till his nails drop off.”

The felek is long pole, with a noose in the middle, through which the feet of him who is to be bastinadoed are passed, whilst its extremities are held up by two men for the two others who strike. My feet were instantly inserted into the dreaded noose, and the blows fell upon them so thick, that I soon saw the images of ten thousand Mohtesibs, intermixed with ten thousand old women, dancing before my eyes, apparently enjoying my torture, and laughing at my writhing and contortions. I implored the mercy of my tormentor by the souls of his father, mother, and grandfather — by his own head — by that of his child — and by that of his prince; by the Prophet — by Ali — and by all the Imams. I cursed tobacco. I renounced smoking. I appealed to the feelings of the surrounding spectators, to my friends the three dervishes, who stood there stirring neither limb nor muscle for me; in short, I bawled, cried, entreated, until I entirely lost all sensation and all recollection.

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Samantha Woodley Spanked

Samantha looks like her feelings might be as hurt as her bottom, here:

samantha woodley's feelings were hurt by her spanking

Which is to say, “very slightly”.

Via Firm Hand Spanking.

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Prepared For Punishment

She knows the consequences of failure. She also knows that 2+2=4. From this we can conclude that she plans to enjoy the naked caning. Her tutor, you see, is so dashing and distinguished! And she’s a charter member of the “no such thing as bad attention” club:


This is via Kinky Delight, but I believe it’s originally from the now-defunct Spanking University website.

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