A Public Caning With A View
And not just any old view … it’s one of Europe’s more scenic cityscapes!
From Public Disgrace.
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“Schoolgirls” And Their Skirts
Since we in the spanking fetish may often be found eroticising adult women play-acting as schoolgirls, I thought Maggie Mayhem’s long article on (among many other things) schoolgirl skirts was very interesting:
Why I Hated My School Girl Skirt Then And Why I’ll Fuck In It Now:
My school uniform was a hazard as far as my walk was concerned. It isn’t pornographic images of adult women wearing micro-school girl skirts and having sex in a roleplay that makes the uniform dangerous to the students who wear them authentically. What makes them dangerous are what they are in and of themselves: a clear marker for your age and how much control you have over your own life. People don’t attack children in school uniforms because they saw porn featuring adults or even adult women in pigtails. Between the ages of 9-15 I didn’t look at all like a grown women and there wasn’t anyone with a reasonable mind making an understandable mental switch.
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The times when joggers or dog walkers would impose themselves onto my walks as if they were entitled to stroll with me until I arrived at school. At first I was worried that they were doing this to figure out where I went to school until I realized that it didn’t matter if they followed me there or not: every school has their own set of colors clearly identifying “their” students. Everyone already knew where I was going at 6:30AM and they knew exactly what time the bell was going to ring. In order to be a young girl walking to school in a uniform, you have to start thinking like James Bond. You have to vary your routes, fuck with your schedule, avoid routine, and constantly scan the terrain and look for exits.
No one really talks to you clearly about this because no one wants to talk about why you really need to know any of it. When I got into early feminist reading, I did consider the notion that we “sexualize” the school girl uniform through porn but the truth is so much uglier than that. It isn’t porn that makes the uniform dangerous: it’s the fact that a child is a perfect victim in our society. It isn’t the adult sexual use of a uniform that puts these ideas into someone’s head, it’s the advertisement that you are so very young and have been well-trained to be polite and to comply with what adults say.
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The pope knows for a fact that the streets are not equally safe for everyone to walk around. He gets carted around in a cart with bulletproof glass, so I think he’s a fucking asshole for sending me off to my education wearing pleats in the streets. The dangers of being a girl on the streets don’t come from porn. You could evaporate every single last image of someone getting fucked in a school girl skirt and it won’t change one damn thing about the fact that I was still a girl and girls aren’t afforded voices or autonomy in our culture.
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Most people watching adults getting fucked in school girl skirts are doing so because they enjoy watching and knowing that the people involved are adults getting fucked in school girl skirts. What made my skirt different at 13 than 27 is decision making power. At 13 I had no choice regarding any detail of the skirt. Not the shape, model, size, or accessorizing. It advertised where I was going or coming from and the school would actually punish you for things you were spotted or reported to be doing in your uniform outside of school hours which was a known tool for all of the adults in the city. If you wanted to jack any of us up, you could have said that you saw us smoking cigarettes by the canyon in our skirts and be pretty confident we would be stuck after school in detention for it. Denying it wouldn’t get you anywhere unless you had a parent who would advocate for you in the office.
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Porn isn’t in the wrong for using the school girl uniform, schools are already forcing and establishing the dominance pecking order by establishing a school girl uniform. That’s some non-consensual D/s shit and it’s much more appropriate to do between two consenting adults.
Thanks to Zille Defeu for the link.
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Spanked By Her Bodyguard
Found this bit of old spanking fiction at The Spank Statement, from one of those 1930s magazines:
“Dad!” she yelled, “Dad!” The blood-curdling shriek echoed through the house. J. Travis Newcombe burst from his study into the living room, his eyes starting from his head. His first reaction on seeing his daughter sprawled in the embrace of her bodyguard was one of surprise.
“What in the name of thunder is happening here?” he asked.
Larry rose to his feet, running a hand through his tousled hair. In his eyes was a look of mingled determination and triumph.
“Nothing,” he said, “to what is going to happen, Excuse me sir.”
He turned to Sherry like a tiger. In one movement he swept her across his lap and sat down on the couch. With his left hand he imprisoned her head, and with his right leg he snared her kicking legs. Then he raised his right hand and brought it down firmly and squarely with a resounding smack. The result was a little squeal of rage and pain from Sherry. But Larry was in no mood for sympathy, and the relentless hand rose and fell. Flimsy chiffon was no protection, and for the first time in her life Sherry was receiving a good old-fashioned spanking.
J. Travis Newcombe made no move to halt proceedings; rather, into his eyes came a gleam of pure satisfaction. Larry’s square, hard hand continued to meet yielding flesh in a dreadful rhythm, and at each contact Sherry smarted and burned. It was a tearful and doleful little Sherry whom Larry finally set on her feet, and who backed away with brimming eyes and hands on tender hips.
“Now, young lady,” said Larry, a little breathlessly, “do you give up?”
“This is what should have happened years ago,” said J. Travis Newcombe sententiously.
Sherry looked to her father for sympathy, got none, and turned towards Larry. She looked again at his tousled red hair, his clear blue eyes, his tall manly figure, and suddenly through her tears she smiled.
“OK. I give up. I’m beaten – in more ways than one. You see,” she said, turning to her father, “like a d-d-arned fool I went and fell in love with him.
“Splendid!” said J. Travis Newcombe, and smiled his rare and splendid smile.
Spanked With Two Paddles
This girl has been spanked with not one, but two wooden paddles:
It’s a Real Spankings photo as seen at Kinky Delight.
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Switched, Over A Bolster
The maid is clearly amused.
The artist is Eugene Reunier (pseudonym of Carl Breuer-Courth) and comes from a book called Autor de l’Amour (All Around Love) published in Paris in 1925.
I’ve posted one other bit of Reunier art in the past; it’s here.
Spanking Piñata Girl
It’s like a fun new piñata game you can play with a girl and a paddle and a lot of rope:
From The Training Of O. There’s a very brief view of her being caned and whipped in the same bondage at the end of this movie clip, also.
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Brat-Taming His Wife
Here’s an old advice column Chross found. My favorite line: “If you simply can’t stand brat-taming treatment, then don’t invite it by trifling with a man whose patience is exhausted.”
It was another era, I tell you:
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Gagged With An Apple
This ain’t the Garden of Eden. Get caught eating the forbidden fruit here, and you’ll soon find yourself with a whole mouthful:
And your punishment? Hint: It’s not seven thousand years of vague opprobrium and oppression for your entire gender. Nope, it’s a direct and personal whipping of your direct and personal female parts. Brace for the leather, hungry Eve!
Image credit: Pain Gate.
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