Spanking Revenge On Four Blackmailing Lesbians

In this final excerpt from The Metamorphosis of Lisette Joyaux, our heroine and her husband Jacque (with help from their stalwart housekeeper) have outmaneuvered and overpowered the four sadistic women who were blackmailing Lisette into painful lesbian spanking liaisons. Jacque declares that Lisette must now punish them severely, and she’s delighted to undertake the task:

Lisette gasped in childlike delight to find herself at last in charge of these women. Going to the panoply on the wall, she selected a broad thick black leather strap, and decided to begin with Janine. The brunette, with a cry of alarm, writhed painfully on the sawhorse, her tenderest parts chafed by the infernal ridge.

“Ohh no!” she moaned, “Oh, have mercy on me – not with that horrid strap, you will hurt me too much!”

“Not so much as you would have hurt me just now,” said Lisette honestly, “and it’s going to be nothing compared to the worst hurt of all: your trying to make me give up my adored Jacques!”

Lisette, eyes glowing, round young breasts swelling gloriously against the clinging negligee, raised the strap and brought it down with a sinister Crack! across the broadest curves of Janine’s writhing naked bottom. “Eouuuwww! Ohh, mignonne, pity, I can’t bear it! Oh, have mercy!” Janine cried frantically. Now Madame Sancercy selected a birch, and stepping towards the whipping bench, began Paulette Renaud’s atonement with a slashing, dextrous cut over the tops of her hips. At once a wild cry of pain arose and Paulette’s naked, lithe body jerked convulsively against her bonds.

Jacques watched, his eyes glittering at the lubricious, impassioned scene before him. Lisette, panting with exertion, flailed Janine’s behind till the brunette lesbian nearly fainted in agony. Her spasmodic twisting over the horse irritated the soft nook of her cunt, and she constantly implored Lisette for mercy. ‘Oh, Dieu, it’s too much! Ahrr-ohh, whip me if you must, but please, take me down from this infernal horse! You’re tearing me raw- But Lisette ignored her pleas.

Paulette received her fair share, too. Madame Sancercy cast aside the frayed birch after some thirty cuts. Now the redhead’s writhing buttocks welted redly.

Then the housekeeper seized a riding crop and approached the St. Andrew’s cross, at which Suzanne, pressing her trembling naked body against the harsh wood, feverishly and tearfully begged for mercy. But thirty more lashes left her bottom blazing with weals. She sagged, half-swooning, from her shackles.

Lisette, who had came to Jacques for encouragement and a tender kiss, now regained her second wind. Taking one of the birch rods soaking in the bucket of brine, she strode towards the whipping stool over which Madeleine was bound. She began with a swishing cut as the withers leaped round the naked victim’s hips and drew a shriek of torment accompanied by the most lascivious wrigglings. Jacques observed that his young bride was deriving erotic pleasure from this active participation. He smiled knowingly to himself. When at last Lisette stopped, out of breath, the birch was frayed and Madeleine’s naked behind and upper thighs were vividly striated.

Finally it was Lucette’s turn. By now, the chauffeur, horrified at the sounds of the preceding four punishments, was struggling to free herself. But Lisette lowered the boyish lesbian’s breeches, nevertheless, exposing her taut bottom and legs. Madame Sancercy then took a long-handled bath brush and began to spank those trim naked globes with vehement, sonorous smacks that soon had Lucette humbly and tearfully begging for mercy like the others.

But Madame Sancercy merely reversed the brush and gave another twenty spanks with the harsh, bristled side. Hysterically, Lucette disregarded her Sapphic penchant and shamelessly offered herself to Jacques if only he would halt the thrashing. His reply was annihilating.

“Madame Sancercy,” he commanded, “show that shameless bitch how little I think of her charms by rubbing the bristles against the very place she wished to invite me!”

And the housekeeper, despite Lucette’s wild cries and supplications, vindictively scraped the stiff bristles of the brush back and forth over Lucette’s agonised cunt.

“Now that justice has been served, I leave you all,” Jacques said as he lit a final cigarette. “My wife, Madame Sancercy and I will say nothing of what has just happened – unless, of course, any of you should be foolish enough to attempt communication with us again.”

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A Vigorous Manga Caning

manga caning bent over her desk

That’s gotta hurt!

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Four Punished Inmates

I love it when they line the women in the detention center up for a group punishment:

female prisoners judicial punishment

From Northern Spanking.

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Bath Brush With Utterly False Label

Cruelty-free? Not in my hands, I can promise you!

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Spanking Both Of Her Nipples

In this first photograph, model Sybil Hawthorne from Internal Restraints seems at least cautiously open to the idea that having two people spanking her breasts with little leather slappers might be a sensual pleasure:

double teaming sybil hawthorne breast spanking

However once they get their act together and start spanking both of her nipples, simultaneously, she seems to reach a firm negative conclusion. Such a pity the bondage prevents her from doing much about that conclusion:

sarah hawthorne gets both nipples spanked hard at the same time and she does not like it so much

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She Loves The Riding Crop

How much does Girl On The Net love a riding crop? This much:

I love the sound of it, of course, and the sensation. The short, precise, tiny dot of pain when you’re whacked neatly with it. The ‘crop’ – a deliciously onomatopoeic instrument, as each stroke falls with a quick, cursive… crop.

But while all that’s delightful, I think it’s the general aesthetic I like. The idea of h0rsey young women sitting primly atop a saddle. Keeping a poker face to disguise the sensations in their tight jodhpurs when their filly breaks into a trot. Seriously, each and every one of these specifically horsey words is getting me wet as I write them.

I can practically smell the leather tack, mingled with musky sweat of a stable lad, topped off with a slight tang coming from my crotch after rubbing it on the saddle during a long forest hack.

I can almost feel the rhythm – UP-down UP-down UP-down – the slight pause at the top of each stroke, hanging poised in the air for a split second, before falling back and feeling the satisfying thud of the leather saddle between my legs.

And of course I can picture the crop – wielded by someone tall and older and authoritarian. Clipped tones, possibly ex-military – so British he sweats Earl Grey. Barking instructions to me as I trot around and around…

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Women’s Bathroom: The Hand Spanking

A month ago I posted stills from a lesbian paddling scene in a women’s bathroom. The hand-spanking part of the scene (from Whipped Ass) didn’t make it into the post, but I saved those images, oh yes I did! And now, here they are:




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Spankings, Power, And The Sexual Imagination

While addressing the somewhat tired accusation that porn demeans women, Dr. Marty Klein writes some smart paragraphs on the role of power in sexual imagination, with specific reference to spanking games:

When some people criticize that “porn demeans women” I wonder if they’re objecting to men’s and women’s sexual imaginations, or men’s and women’s sexual behavior, or to some hypothesized interaction between the two.

A small amount of porn depicts male characters committing violent acts against female characters who seem to be suffering. Watching this appears to be erotic for some men (and more than a few women). Some people don’t like this fact—a fact that shouldn’t be blamed on porn. Do these depictions “demean women?” No. They are fictional portrayals that many people find distasteful, which is a quite different thing. They show situations, emotions, behaviors—and yes, sometimes cruelty—drawn from the human sexual imagination.

This material represents a very small amount of pornography, precisely because most consumers do not find such things erotically engaging—which is the whole point of watching porn.

On the other hand, some amount of porn depicts characters engaged in erotic power play: teasing, spanking, constraining, controlling, pretend coercion. Men and women have found stories, music, or pictures of such things exciting throughout history. And many lovers do these or related activities in real life. In the world of human sexuality, power is a primary currency, so our sexual imagination is rich with it.

To say that porn demeans women is to deny the reality of some women’s passion, lust, and desire. It’s to say that women never enjoy what men enjoy. It’s to say that women don’t enjoy playing games with their sexuality, including power games.