We’ve seen this vicious oldster once before in a different Bill Ward spanking artwork, with another victim and a lot less bondage. I thought he was swinging a ludicrously large cane (perhaps bamboo?) but this art makes me think it might be the proverbial rubber hose:
He ordered (perhaps accidentally) his wife a rump roast off the spanking menu. And those waiters in the snooty French restaurants will do almost anything if they think the tip will be large enough:
Cartoon is by Bill Wenzel; it appeared in the October 1973 issue of Cartoon Parade.
One of the truisms in college dormitories and elite boarding schools is that nobody gets to know how any two roommates choose to order their personal affairs or their sexual shenanigans. Thus it’s hardly unprecedented for the normal frictions of close living to be resolved by the dominant girl with her long and heavy leather spanking strap:
Photos are said to be from a 1960s porn movie called Come Play With Me.
This is one of the more imaginatively-severe electric spanking machines I’ve come across. Six implements, a nice anally-intruding bottom positioner/stabilizer, and a simple counter to document how many spanks the machine has delivered:
You know this fool done screwed up! A man doesn’t end up over his wife’s knee while she gleefully spanks him and have his momma help hold him down unless he’s made some poor choices somewhere along the way:
People used to go to great lengths to pose in comical tableaux in the early days of photography. I love all the funny vintage spankings that have come down to us as a result!
The sensual pleasures of giving a good spanking are many. Tactile — that satisfying “Smack!” of hand against warm firm bottom. Auditory — the sound of that same smack. Olfactory — yes! Don’t deny it: nothing’s better than when the lady you’re spanking starts leaking in her arousal, and the room fills with that warm smell of sex before you even touch her pussy.
But the most exquisite sensual pleasures at the top of many people’s lists are visual. The rapidly-reddening bottom, her pussy gleaming with arousal, the lurid glimpses of everything you get when she gets so frantic with pain that she forgets her usual shy modesties — it’s all quite wonderful. Is it any wonder, then, that many an avid spanker has felt the temptation to grab a camera and preserve the spanking moment for future perusal and enjoyment?
We are visual creatures. If doing a sex thing is fun, looking at pictures of the sex thing are almost as much fun. At least, it is way better than nothing, when distance or lack of privacy or similar difficult circumstances make actually doing the thing impractical!
Whether you use an ancient Polaroid snap-shotter or an obsolete camcorder or a cell phone cam or a professional’s digital camera, the erotic benefits of visually preserving your fun are indisputable. (Be aware, though, that in this fallen world there’s always a risk of any digital record getting loose and going viral. Absolute trust in your partner and good computer security are vital.)
Beyond just preserving your spanking fun, though, I’ve heard rumors of people who stream their spanking sessions live over the internet via webcam, the way camgirls do via sites like CamDude. Sharing the fun with to a select group of friends, or to interested virtual acquaintances and strangers, brings into play notions of voyeurism, exhibitionism, and perhaps humiliation. Not everybody can go to a spanking party, after all!
Acknowledging for a moment that not everybody treats spanking as foreplay to be followed (most often) by sex, it’s surely a common pattern. One of my not-quite-spanking fetishes is spotting non-spanking porn (pro or amateur, it doesn’t matter) where somebody is sporting spanking handprints, welts, or a blushed-red bottom. Apparently this isn’t such an uncommon little sub-fetish, considering that in the world of hentai/anime porn, there are an awful lot of such scenes. In an amateur sex video, the spanking evidence might appear by accident, but when it’s carefully drawn in by the porn artist, you know it’s something lots of other people also enjoy seeing!
This is one of those moments when you can just tell that Ana Foxxx’s deeply-set ball gag is preventing a considerable outburst of screaming and utterly unwise cursing at Helena Locke, the blonde woman swinging that vicious implement of pain: