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I think this is another image saved from punished-wife Tumblr many years ago. Rather than worry about canine members of this household I’m going to assume that the lipstick body-writing is for purest humiliation purposes only. At least the lady has been reasonably well-caned in anticipation of her requested screwing:
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Everybody in the erotic spanking community knows that the humiliation of a good spanking (or a bad one, for that matter) is a significant element of the punishment. Perhaps that’s only minimally true of a private spanking between a long-established couple who are deeply comfortable with each other’s bodies, but even then, spanking positions tend to be exposed and vulnerable. The humiliation factor only goes up from there!
There could never be a comprehensive list of humiliating punishments. There are so many variables, including the extent of helplessness, the degree of exposure, the likelihood of witnesses or extra participants, extra sexual components added to the punishment, and so on. But a good list (of anything) is satisfying to those of us who are taxonomically inclined. That’s why link lists were so popular on the early web, and why many of them (such as Myfavsexcams.xxx) are still enjoyed by web surfers today. And it’s why I’ve decided to start a list (in the form of periodic blog posts) of creative and humiliating punishments.
One of the reasons I post so much kinky art in the hentai / doujinshi / “fan art” styles is that it’s less constrained. These are the fertile fields in which Rule 34 blooms and flourishes. In these fields, I’m always learning things, especially about obscure fantasies and micro-fetishes that aren’t necessarily part of the internet’s broader consensus sexual zeitgeist. Thus, the “spanked in a wall” punishments in today’s post. This kind of art heaps together humiliating elements of helplessness, objectification, exposure, and sometimes free public use.
The result is a horny stew of super-specific BDSM humiliation that’s only rarely seen in live-action filmed porn starring real people. Hentai art in general does a great job of heaping and compiling unusual fetish elements into implausible tableaus that are like sexual catnip to the seventeen specific individuals who enjoy a critical mass of the presented fetish elements. However, such micro-targeting, if you will, does have a downside.
Perhaps the artist, the patron who commissions a hyper-specific image, and a small group of fetish fellow travelers will take enormous pleasure in one of these images. But it’s almost guaranteed that richly-stacked micro-fetish elements only rarely combine into mass-market commercial products, even by the unambitious definitions of “mass market” that prevail in porn. But truly, isn’t the boutique nature of this stuff a huge part of its charm?
Image credits, top to bottom: The exposed sex slave with a tiny loincloth and glowing handprints on her bottom is an artwork by やまたちばな. The woman under video surveillance in the anal sex vending machine is from the game Heroes Rise: Prison Break by Skeep. The gagged and humiliated woman being paddled so hard her pants have burst away from her bottom is by Skelebomb. The anthro/furry deer-woman with a sore bottom is by FurPlay90. The “glory wall” spanking and gangbang in progress is by an artist known as Amateur Chris. The ball-gagged wall-spanking punishee is by BicheFoot.
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I don’t think it’s a secret to anyone that the same kinky play often becomes twice as hot when somebody pulls out a camera. Sure, it has to be safe in context; nobody gets off on non-consensual recording or outright breaches of privacy and trust. But with that warning, a camera in the scene can facilitate an exhibitionist’s pleasure, reinforce the shame or humilation of a punishment scene, or encourage a service submissive to work twice as hard to please not only her top who is there in the moment, but the whole audience (real or imagined) behind the lens and down the wires. Even something as simple as a few moments of masturbation becomes charged with additional erotic freight if a camera is there to transform it from private pleasure into lewd display and public performance for an audience.
I don’t know how far the effect holds true on a professional soundstage when serious pornographers are shooting proper porn movies to whatever cinematic standards the production budget will allow. When everything is structured around the cameras and the lights and the microphones and there’s people standing around wearing shirts that say “CREW” across the chest, I’m guessing the kinky fun is only as hot as the performers make it. But in the gap between bedroom and porn set, there’s a whole world these days of camming and intimate performance. Indeed, there’s a good argument that cams and camgirls are where you’ll find most of the vitality in the modern production of pornographic entertainment.
A live sex cam show such as the ones you’ll find at a site like Rabbitscams.sex might have an audience of just one, or a whole chatroom full of generous and encouraging onlookers. It’s less private than two people in a bedroom, but a whole lot more intimate than a porn shoot. Since I’m neither a cams performer nor one of their regular patrons and customers, I can’t say for sure, but I do think the camera enhancement effect, when leveraged at the scale of a single performer using their own bedroom as porn production studio, is one of the reasons why so many people have become sex cam enthusiasts.
Image credits, top to bottom: The spanking and humiliation sex scene is by Merryweather. The doggystyle BDSM sex art with spanking and camcorder is by Iryda. The kinky lesbian camshow is by Toten. And the BDSM breast torment performance is by Taka.
We’ve seen this artwork before, back in 2015, but this time around I have it slightly larger and with the complete cover of the magazine it came from:
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Ouch! It looks like Nadia shouldn’t have slacked off on her group presentation. When you let people down, sometimes there are painful consequences:
Artwork is by AltCor.
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This is a humiliating punishment exposure, but he’s making it very clear to the young lady: if she moves, her spanking will be much worse!
Photo is from Peter Birch.
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Amongst the dubious advertisements in the back pages of the July 1937 issue of Spicy Mystery Stories, we find the following curious notice:
It reads:
HUMILIATING EXPERIENCES OF A YOUNG LADY
“Humiliations of Hattie” contains 60 very unusual pages of reading and 5 full page illustrations, offered only to adult readers at $1.00, express prepaid. Money back if not surprised and delighted. State age.
Readers, I’m sure you understand why my spanko radar went off. They don’t even directly hint that poor Hattie’s humiliating ordeals involve spanking, and yet I think that’s where all of our dirty minds immediately went.
For proof, I betook myself to the internet, and I believe we are vindicated. There’s only one internet reference I can find, and no hint at all that this rare item of literature has ever been digitized anywhere. But I’m happy to report that Humiliations of Hattie is to be bound in Box 2, Folder 5 of the Flagellation Collection in the Special Collections at California State University, Northridge. The Flagellation Collection, sadly, is not online. But if any of you are local to Cal State Northridge, they do allow students, faculty, and “researchers” to access the special collections and take digital photos. I’m just saying.
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In Janet’s Hard Lessons by James Dawson, we meet a lady whose embezzlement has put her in a very vulnerable position:
I want you to go around to the end of the table,” he motioned to his right and then behind him, “and I want you to walk right up to the window.
She looked to the spot apprehensively. Nude, except for her panties and shoes, the tall willowy blonde with the big breasts followed his instruction. The men watched as she walked around the long table, right up to the window. She looked out over the tremendous view.
“Put your hands on top of your head and move up.”
She did.
“Put your tits against the glass.”
Janet did as instructed. She leaned forward touching the cold glass with her nipples. The contact made her suck in her breath.
Jamison reached for the phone and pushed a speed dial button. He lifted the handset out of the battery charger stand and walked over to where Janet was standing. Listening for an answer, he sat at the edge of the table a few feet from her. She felt his eyes go up and down her exposed body.
“Bill?” he said into it. “Yeah, fine…Say got a minute?…Great, well have a look in my window, and tell me what you think.”
Janet felt a flock of butterflies take off in her stomach. She was on lewd display. She looked out at the buildings, wondering which one he was talking to. She closed her eyes in humiliation.
A moment passed.
“Nice, eh?” He chuckled, and then listened.
“Oh that’s right, I forgot. You’re an ass man…” He looked over at Janet.
“Turn around,” he told her.
Keeping her hands on her head, she stepped back and turned herself around facing the room. She noticed the two other men had walked up to stand in front of her.
“Pull your panties about halfway down your thighs.”
Janet bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame. Her hands went to her panties. She slowly eased them down her thighs. The blonde hair of her sex came into view.
“What do you think?” Jamison said into the phone.
He listened.
“Bend over,” he said to her.
Slowly, she bent over at the waist.
“Press your ass against the glass.”
She leaned backward until the cheeks of her bottom made contact with the cool glass.
He listened for a moment, and then laughed out loud.
“You’re right,” he laughed again, “Goddamned right she deserves it.”
He listened again.
Janet’s heart began to pound with anxiety.
“Sure, I’ll set the phone down so you can hear…Better yet, why don’t you talk to her.”
He walked over to the middle of the conference table. He set the phone down.
“Come on over here,” he said.
Janet straightened up. She reached down for her panties.
“Leave them.”
She began to walk, shuffling uncomfortably towards him.
“My friend reminded me that naughty little thieving bitches deserve spankings.”
“Please…” she said as she watched him walk over to his desk.
Standing against the conference room table with her panties down was the most embarrassing thing she could imagine. And now, he was going to give her a spanking in front of these other two executives. He rummaged around his desk before coming up with a long ruler. He swished it in the air.
“Now, bend over the table,” he said, ignoring her.
She looked to the two other men in the hopes that one would intervene.
They just looked impassively. One of them smiled at her.
She turned around in front of the conference table, once again looking out of the enormous windows. She leaned herself forward until her elbows were on the table top.
“All the way down, and straighten your legs,” said Jamison.
Janet bent farther, mashing her big breasts against the table top. With her long legs straight, her round, naked ass came up.
“Now I want you to take the phone.”
Janet reached out and took the phone. She looked at the lighted numbers and tried not to think about who was on the other end.
“Go on, say hello.” Jamison laughed. The other men did as well.
She was dying of shame and humiliation.
Turning her head upright and moving her chin onto the table top, she put the phone to her ear.
“H…hello,” she said into it.
“Hello, young lady,” said a male voice. “It is nice to SEE you.” He laughed. “What’s your name?”
She clenched her eyes closed in shame.
“J…Janet.” She almost lied, but thought better of it.
“Well Janet, I look forward to meeting you in person.”
A shudder went through her body. She realized that she was totally trapped, that she had to do whatever these men asked.
She was also totally speechless.
“You’ve got a nice ass, Janet,” said the voice. “I liked looking at it.”
“Thank — AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” She suddenly screamed as the ruler splatted down against her naked bottom. Her hand gripped the phone.
“Say thank you, Janet,” said the voice.
“Th..th..thank you…” she replied.
“You know what I like about your ass, Janet?” said the voice.
Her mind was spinning.
“Wha..what.”
“It’s nice and full and meaty without being too big.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH” she cried out again as a second stroke slapped her bottom. The pain started to heat up.
“What do you say?” asked the voice.
“Ah…ah…Tha..thank you.”
“That’s right. Now don’t forget again.”
Tears brimmed over her eyes and began to run down her cheeks. She was so helpless.
“I look forward to putting my hands on your ass, Janet.”
She listened in horror, waiting for the next stroke.
“I’m looking forward to getting your meaty asscheeks in my hands.”
She shuttered.
“I’m going to enjoy squeezing them and pulling them apart and looking at your asshole.”
She wanted to be sick.
“Do you like it in the ass, Janet?” asked the voice.
“WHAT?” she asked with shock. Fear and revulsion spread over her. She was talking to a real pervert.
“AAAAHHHHHHHH,” she cried out, another stroke. She fought back the urge to reach back with her free hand and rub her burning bottom.
“Thank you,” she said quickly, remembering. Pain and fear mixed in her swirling mind.
“So you’ve never had it in the ass?” said the voice.
“No…please…my GOD…” She fought back the panic.
“I see.”
“AAAAHHHHHHH” stroke number four. “PLEASE…no more.”
The pain became searing.
Silence on the line.
“Thank you,” she said, remembering again.
“I look forward to meeting you, Janet,” said the voice. “Very forward indeed.” Click.
A dial tone filled her ear. She laid the phone down and began to weep. Her bottom was on fire.
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Did you see this really wierd and awesome vintage French humiliation-punishment postcard on ErosBlog? Of course her hands are tied behind her back, and those birch bundles behind her aren’t just for show!
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It was Her First Punishment. The humiliating posture, the raising of her skirts and lowering of her panties, the spanking itself… the whole punishment ordeal was just too much for her to bear.
They stopped spanking her, though, as soon as she cried that first tear.
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I found this lusty little spanking and anal sex story in a file from a spanking story site that doesn’t exist any more. It has some prose in common with stories you can find at ASSTR and similar sites called Sarah’s Anal Punishment and Joey’s Detention, but it’s been heavily edited by parties unknown (for the better, I’d say) and differs substantially from the existing versions of both of those. Our heroine is a reform-school girl who attracts the warden’s lustful ire:
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Joey’s Punishment
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Joey was marched in to the punishment room kicking and cursing. Fortunately the three assistants were a match for the hardened reform-school girl, but it was very obvious to me that she would need to be strapped down for her discipline.
The three matrons hoisted her over the sturdy leather sofa, and while two of them held Joey in position, the third drew her arms down and strapped her wrists firmly to the base of the heavy sofa legs. A stout belt was pinned around her waist over the sofa, and a third strap secured around her knees.
“In the mood for the cane, Joey? No? Lets see how you feel about it after we remove that skirt you’re wearing!”
My hands trembled slightly as I found the small side clasp and drew the skirt down her trim legs. The elastic tightness of her white knickers strained over the plump fullness of Joey’s rear cheeks, broadened and fattened by her bent posture. She had struggled hard when being strapped down, and her elastic-trimmed panties had ridden up the cheeks of her bottom, laying bare the fat lower curve of her ass cheeks.
I took the tail of Joey’s white blouse and tucked it up under her waist strap. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly lowered the material, watching as her ass flesh compressed and then rolled out from under the descending material. I sucked in my breath and felt my heart start to pound in my chest as Joey’s ass was now completely bare to my view.
I pulled my desk chair up behind Joey and sat down right behind her, inspecting this exciting rear view. Joey’s legs trembled slightly as she felt my hand fondle the slight heaviness of her chubby rear orbs. I bounced them up and down lewdly in the palm of my hands, each bottom cheek occupying one of my warm palms, watching as the fat of her rear mounds jiggled with the movement of my hands, smiling at Joey’s soft protest of this indignity as she felt my hands on her bottom cheeks.
“I am going to use a bamboo cane across these pretty bottom cheeks of yours, Joey. I am going to enjoy doing that very much!” I leaned forward and was confronted with the fattish swell of Joey’s broadened buttocks. I gave her a smarting smack on the near cheek of her backside, and then another, causing Joey’s bottom flesh to compress, and Joey to squirm and utter a curse under her breath.
Next I slowly parted Joey’s bottom cheeks, enjoying a long and close inspection of her tightly closed rear hole. Joey gasped and flinched as I touched the pad of my finger to her tight anal rosebud. I ignored her protests and leaned forward, pushing my my whole face into the warm space between her bottom halves.
Joey let out a loud gasp as she felt my warm breath raft across her anal dimple. I didn’t care. I had to have her. I was really quite mad now with desire, my dick rock hard, my mind aflame with lust, my desire to sodomize her overwhelming. Joey turned her head and watched over her shoulder as I unscrewed the lid to the jar of Vaseline.
She watched, wide-eyed, as I scooped the jelly out of the jar and slowly pushed my finger between her bottom cheeks, running my finger up and down between her clenching bottom. Joey’s bare rear cheeks clenched hard as I found her anus and lightly traced circles around the small ridges of her anal bud. She gasped as I started to slowly insert my greasy finger into her bottom ring.
I stood and nosed my hardened cockhead snugly up between Joey’s clenched bottom cheeks. I let it rest there for a moment, feeling the warmth of Joey’s bottom halves compressed against the side of my cockhead. Joey was clenching her legs slightly, pulling against the leather restraints, her rejection of what she knew was coming causing her bottom cheeks to compress against the hardened intruder and sending little tingles of sensation up my spine.
I felt her move, pulling against her restraints as I let my cockhead find the bullseye of her tight anus. Joey gave a small, unladylike grunt and tried to climb the sofa top as I shifted my weight forward and started pressed my rock hard cockhead into her clenching opening.
The tight anal ring finally expanded and I pushed my hard member forward, feeling her anal ring gripping my dickhead like a tight glove. I pushed a little further, feeding more of my cock past her anal ring, exhaling with the warmth and tightness of her bottom’s grip on my dick.
The sensation was to much for me. I had wanted to proceed slowly, to make this girl feel me master her inch-by-agonizing-inch, but the tightness of her bottom and my excitement at having her completely at my mercy proved to be too much.
With a resolute thrust I impaled Joey on my swelling manhood, and at once I pressed my cock to the hilt. I heard Joey’s muffled whinny, watched as her head shook back and forth rapidly, her hips dancing across the top of the sofa in an
effort to dislodge this rude intruder.
I looked in the mirror positioned by Joey’s head, and smiled at her. “Does that feel rather big in there, Joey?”
I pulled back a little and bound forward hard, impaling Joey once again with the full measure of my hard cock. “God, you have a lovely tight bottom, Joey.”
I kept up the prattle as I rocked my hips back and forth, letting a little of my cock withdraw from her, then sending it hard back up inside her.
I pulled back all the way, leaving just the head of my cock in her bottom, then started to rhythmically sodomize her, first an inch, then back out, then two inches, then back out… until I had fed her all seven inches.
“Ever let a boyfriend play with your bottom like this, Joey? No? I bet they wanted to!”
I rode her helpless bottom for almost 15 minutes, pausing from time to time in order to prolong the delightful sensation. I enjoyed the angry little sounds Joey made each time I would would let my cock slide fully up inside her, her hands clenching and pulling against the restraints, her toes extending, pushing those full hips up over the top of the sofa arm. There was no escape for Joey, her bottom fully stuffed with rock-hard cock, her legs and her wrists tied down, and all her struggles just increasing my already-considerable enjoyment.
Joey was squirming all over the sofa top, variously squeezing her anal ring or pushing her backside out hard in an attempt to dislodge the source of her rather-too-full feeling. The sensation was heavenly to me, her movements sending wonderful little electrical jolts of pleasure up and down the entire length of my cock, and making my balls tighten in their sack.
I was quite out of my senses, really, as I felt my cock on the verge of exploding. Then I could not hold back, and I started discharging, hard, my creamy sperm spurting into her warm
fleshy backside. I could feel Joey’s bottom contracting each time a small spurt of sperm was expelled, causing even more wonderful sensations to my cockhead, which in turn caused even more violent eruptions to be spurted up her ass.
After my discharge, I lay over Joey’s back, my head nestled against the side of her neck, my cock still in her, my breathing labored. Joey had grown rather quiet, and she lay still, her head turned to the side and a sweep of her shiny brown hair covering her eyes.
It was a rather curious feeling, I actually had a growing sense of affection for the girl, with her defiant attitude and robust full bottom. At the same time, I knew that I was going to greatly enjoy the whipping I was about to give her.
I was hardly done deflowering her bottom when my member began to rise again. “Are you ready for your discipline now, Joey? Did you think I had forgotten?”
“First you will get a good dozen with the cane all across that plump ass of yours, and then a bare-bottomed reminder to watch your behavior in the future, Joey, with my leather training lash. I am going to teach you manners this afternoon, Joey. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. I will have obedience from you!”
I picked up the bamboo cane and swished it through the air a few times. Joey turned her pretty round face back and mouthed a silent “please”, her eyes already reddened.
I smiled back at her, my cock now again fully erect and shiny from the lubricant, and clearly visible to the remorseful girl. “Oh, Joey, poor girl, did you think showing me those big brown eyes and a little pleading would be all you needed to do to get you out of your caning? I want to give you a lesson you will remember for quite awhile, dear girl!”
Holding the cane in my right hand, I stood behind and a little to the right of Joey’s upturned and quivering bottom cheeks. I brought the cane tip up even with my left shoulder, the body of the instrument crossing my chest.
I slowly raised my elbow till it was even with my shoulder, slightly cocking my wrist, and letting the small end of the cane extend up and behind me. Then I quickly rocked forward, shifting my weight to my front leg, snapping the cane forward. The cane whooshed as it traveled through the open air, and I brought it up sharply as it made contact with Joey’s bottom.
I had aimed low, and stung Joey not an inch above the flesh crease dividing her chubby white bottom cheeks from her upper thighs. The impact of the cane across joey’s bottom sounded like a pistol shot.
Joey didn’t move for a second, her body stunned, the impact of the cane too much to respond to all at once. Then her head snapped up, and she let out a low long gutteral moan, her pale skinned rear mounds compressing hard and then surging up as she attempted to defuse the smarting impact of the cane.
I let go with another strike, this time aimed across the middle of both her fleshy white bottom cheeks, pushed back high and in perfect position for the strike. A double red line appeared where the cane had struck, and Joey’s head swept from side to side as her hips danced across the top of the leather sofa.
“Tears already, Joey? We’re just getting started now!” I smiled at the now-sobbing girl, bringing the narrow end of the whippy rattan cane up even with my shoulder once again. “It will be a very long detention for you this afternoon, I’m afraid.” Joey’s bottom was now bounding up and down, her fat bottom cheeks thrusting into the air, her contortions pulling her ass cheeks hard apart.
She turned her head and gnawed her lower lip, her hands clenching into desperate fists, her hips shifting and tensing as she waited for the next strike.
I tapped the cane lightly across the crowns of her milky buttocks, enjoying the caning I was giving her, watching her fleshy rear orbs contorting and quivering. Already, I was thinking about pushing my dick again up her punished backside.
I gave her four more quick sharp strikes across the middle of her smooth white ass, watching as the red lines of the cane became visible. “Do you want to be a good girl now, Joey? Do you want to behave for me?”
“Yes! Yes, yes sir! Please… No more!”
I raised my arm and whipped the back of her bare thighs with two more severe strokes. There were wild protests, and Joey’s ass began to do an involuntary dance that would have made a bride blush on her honeymoon night. She squirmed over the leather sofa, her ass cheeks quivering and her hips raising and lowering, giving her a whorish, wanton look of sensual abandon.
I caned her again across the back of her legs, and then without pause gave her two more across the very bottom of her ass cheeks. I waited for a moment, letting the full impact of the cane strokes sink in. I loved the way she looked, her plump white flesh criss-crossed with angry red welts, her thick brown hair matted and shaken across her pretty face, the look of the black leather restraints across the back of her knees, her ass shaking and jiggling from the smarting effect of the punishment.
Then I raised the cane again, and gave poor Joey four or five fiery strokes right across the middle of her twitching squirming ass.
Joey was long past bouncing her rear up and down. She was weeping, low and deep within her chest, her ass doing slow rotations from side to side, one knee jamming behind the other, then releasing as she pushed her hips up over the sofa top again.
I put the cane aside, and sat down in my chair directly behind Joey. Her ass was a mass of fiery angry welts, some red, some starting to turn a deep purple. The back of her pretty thighs showed evidience of at least 6 or 8 cane stripes. To tell the truth, I had lost count, and wasn’t sure the number of strokes I had delivered. Joey’s head had fallen forward, and her body was convulsed with deep sobs, her ass slowly rotating in small circular motions as she wept.
I reached forward and ran my hand across her reddened ass, feeling her flinch at the lightest touch, and felt the heat radiating from her bottom. My cock again was standing straight out, its head purple and engorged, and it took all of my resolve not to sodomize her again right then.
For the first time, I realized that I was truely in the grip of an obssession. Everything about her had me spellbound. That plump, fleshy white ass, her soft brown eyes, those sturdy legs
soft and tanned from the sun, the way she sat at her desk, even that priceless guilty expression she had whenever she was called to my office.
I wanted to possess her, to discipline her further then I had ever gone with one of the girls before, to make her service me with that crass little mouth under my desk in my office. I wanted to lay her across a pillow on my bed at night and leisurely sodomize her before sleep, or to make her straddle me in the bed, her ass pushed back and spread for my touch. I wanted her wearing a collar and on a leash, black leather around her white neck. I wanted to see her crawl across my office carpet like a pet. I wanted to make her lay on my desk with her legs spread, to make her touch herself. I wanted to humble her, I wanted to possess her completely. And not least, I wanted her to resist me, to be stubborn and wild, so that I could master her, and tame her. I wanted to make her her mine, I wanted to own her. I wanted to make her call me Master and Sir, to make her look up at me with those big brown eyes and to plead with me not to discipline her bottom anymore.
I stood and walked around to the oak armoire, and swung open the door. The shelves revealed all that a disciplinarian could have hoped to find.
I reached in and took out the dispenser of liquid soap and a long pencil-shaped glass squirt with a large rubber ball attached to its end.
Filling the squirt with liquid soap, I again pulled up the chair and sat directly behind Joey’s red, upturned ass. I let my fingers trace up and down the inside of Joey’s cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off her welted ass. I watched as her legs tightened against the leather restraints.
“In the mood for some more fun, Joey?”
Joey turned her head and looked back at me, flipping her brown hair across her forehead. Her eyes were still red, but they grew larger with fright upon seeing the glass squirt.
I smiled back at her, and gently intruded the tip of the soapy squirt into Joey’s anus, giving the squirt a little twirl as the the tip first breached her anus.
Joey’s arms pulled against her restraints, protesting this new humiliation she was powerless to stop. I slowly pushed the six-inch length of the glass squirt into Joey’s bottom, continuing until only the rubber bulb remained visible. Her bottom cheeks tensed desperately at the cool depth of the
glass squirt, and she turned her head in dismay and disbelief.
I then began to squeeze the rubber bulb, and I smiled as I watched Joey’s body give an involuntary shiver at the feeling of the cool, soapy slipperiness so deep inside her behind.
I pumped the bulb two or three more times until I was sure all the liquid soap had been pumped up her ass. Her anus went quite small and tight as I withdrew the glass intruder, and she compressed her ass cheeks together in an attempt to avoid disgracing herself.
“Feeling a need to use the restroom, Joey? You’d better not be rude, I give extra stokes for girls who can’t seem to control themselves during their punishment sessions.” I walked around to the front of the sofa, and gently cupped Joey’s chin in the palm of my hand and raised her head. Her face was a mix of confusion and pain, her mouth held tight in an attempt to check the urges now starting to work inside her.
In my other hand I held the single-tailed leather training whip.
“Having trouble containing yourself, Joey?” I smiled at her. “Maybe I have something that will help.” I showed her the fine penis-shaped whip handle, its length about seven inches, its head shaped with an elongated fat sphere, about the size of a plum.
Joey’s face had turned red from the effort to hold her bowels in check. Her eyes were misty and her breath was ragged, coming in small gasps.
“Oh, please don’t, Sir!” Joey’s voice had turned very small, her request dripping with submissiveness, a signal of a new attitude.
“Not so defiant now, Joey? Where’s that aggressive delinquent the matrons brought down here earlier?”
I walked back to my chair and again sat directly behind the fleshy orbs. I coated the rounded plum-shaped end of the whip’s handle, and adjusted the knob against Joey’s vulnerable anus.
“Since I’ll be taking a half-hour break, you get a half-hour of this whip handle up your bottom, Joey. Perhaps it will be a little uncomfortable, but this is something you can remember, next time you wonder if you should be obedient or not.”
Joey flicked her hair back and twisted her face around. This time there was panic, and her large brown eyes were damp with tears.
“I must say, Joey, I feel a certain amount of pride in seeing your new attitude develop so quickly. Still, I also get a rather perverse thrill when I think about buggering your cute bottom with the same whip I am going to use in a little while across those plump ass cheeks of yours.”
I used my fingers to open Joey’s bottom cheeks wider, and with my other hand I steadily pushed against the whip handle I’d positioned against her exposed anus. She was still strapped down, her buttocks fully rounded, her tight anal cleavage pulled wide open. There was a loud shrill mewing from her as the plum-headed whip handle slowly pressed through her anal ring and plunged deeply into her ass.
I grinned, my eyes riveted to the handle of the whip as the full length slid into her ass. My erection was as hard as a steel rod, standing straight out from my lap as I sat not a foot behind her welted and buggered ass.
After inserting the handle all the way up Joey’s bottom, I then spent several minutes rhythmically buggering her with it. At first I used slow shallow strokes, twisting the plum-shaped head just inside her anus, working the tight anal ring and listening to joey’s soft urgent pleas. Then, I started working the whip handle deeper, very slowly thrusting, pushing the whip handle all the way into her bottom, holding it there for a minute, then slowly working it back out, inch by inch, as she clenched and moaned and whimpered.
Joey was stretched harder than she ever could have thought possible, her anal ring stretched wide against the thick whip handle, her insides by now giving off terrible cramping bursts of urgency as the liquid soap started working.
I watched her muscular cheeks writhing and contorting in such a sexually suggestive way, and I wondered if I would be able to wait the whole 30 minutes before I gave her a lesson with the leather pony switch, and before my aching cock could replace that lifeless whip in her hot tight ass. Then I pushed the whip handle all the way in, as quickly as I could, and let go of it. The natural contractions of her anal ring pushed the handle back out, until it got to the plum-shaped whip head, which was considerably larger then the body of the whip. That held fast.
I gave Joey three or four smarting hand spanks across her purple welted ass cheeks, watching her legs contact, and her ass cheeks bounding with each spank.
“I’ll be back in half an hour, Joey. Be ready for the rest of your punishment!”
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Election day in the United States seems like a particularly pertinent time to post this. Remember Queen Victoria’s views on the whipping of suffragettes? Well, apparently she was not alone. Here are several newspaper articles about suffragette activists suffering corporal punishment at the hands of an outraged public:
As seen at The Spank Statement.
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Dirty sock in her mouth or not, she certainly seems to be making the most of this erotic spanking with his belt:
From a sex comic called Kristy’s Cafe by Tulli and Morucci.
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Two naughty girls are made to stand, with their panties around their thighs and their bottoms exposed, while they wait for their punishment.
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In which the youngest female high school principal in the county discovers the downside to her new strict policies:
That first swat of the paddle stung more than Alex could have imagined. She shrieked, bobbed up, and grabbed her smarting backside.
Being bare from the waist down for a hand-spanking was one thing, but she now stood totally nude, hopping from foot to foot, heedless of the boys leering at her. Later on, she would blush hotly at any mention of this performance, but, for now, all she was concerned with was somehow surviving nineteen more swats without permanently losing either her wits or her ability to sit.
(Meanwhile, the word having spread, apparently by jungle telegraph, two more monitors drifted in to watch the show.)
O’Shea ordered her back into position. When she eventually complied, he immediately gave her another one. Again, she yowled and did the dance of pain. Angered by the delay, O’Shea bent her over again, and she got three more swats in quick succession. Once again, she lurched up, dancing and rubbing.
“This will certainly not do!” O’Shea exclaimed, “If you cannot take your punishment like a woman, then I am forced to make you take it like a child!”
That’s just the beginning of a long saga called Hickory Stick High, by C. Lakewood and Father Jim.
Romance novels have always tended to be a good source for published spankings, and this excerpt from Diana Ridley’s All My World, published in the 1940s, is a prime example:
She rose to her feet and threw the glass straight at this head. Luckily the glass itself missed him by a mere fraction of an inch, but his face received the full impact of the water, and he recoiled involuntarily, temporarily blinded, whilst the water made havoc of his dress shirt and trickled in cold, unpleasant rivulets down his neck. Betsy stared at him open-mouthed, half alarmed and half triumphant at the result of her action.
Her triumph vanished very quickly, however as, dashing his hand across his eyes, he came towards her. He no longer looked suave and amused: his face was set in lines of grim determination, and there was a look in his eyes that made Betsy feel as if an icy hand was clutching at her heart. She had achieved her original purpose of rousing him. but she was much too scared to feel any satisfaction.
“Very well,” he said, steely purpose in his tones ” you’ve asked for it often enough, and now you’re going to get it!”
Betsy realised his intention, and turned to escape, but he was too quick for her. His hand shot out and grasped her shoulder in a grip of iron, and before she had time to take in what was happening he had sunk on to the seat and she was lying face downwards across his knee.
“Max! Stop it!” she gasped, her voice shrill with fright and humiliation. “Please don’t! I will be good, really I will! Please, Max!”
But Max took no notice of her tearful pleas for mercy, nor of her frantic kicking and struggling, and screams of rage and terror. Holding her as in a vice with his left arm, he used his right hand with stinging effect – not viciously, and certainly not playfully, but as if she were a naughty child. Her frock was very thin, and his hand was very hard, and before long every shred of temper had deserted her, giving place to sobs of mingled pain and shame, whilst in her heart there dawned the beginning of a happiness that was as real as it was mysterious.
Found at The Spank Statement.
I’ve blogged once before about the Lupus Spankings movie where the girls to be punished were required to stand naked against the wall, clenching their buttocks around the canes which will soon be used to cane them with.
Well, now there’s a new sample gallery out with an even better photo of this delicious humiliation:
I wonder how many extra strokes they get if they drop their cane?
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I found this excellent drawing by Waldo at the blog of Leia-Ann Woods:
Use the martinet, stow the martinet, tell the girl you’re going for a beer and will be back in a few minutes after her welts have had time to rise. “Don’t go anywhere, and don’t you dare drop the whip!”
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“I’m going to cane you in front of these people and I’m going to do it with all your clothes off.”
From Janus #47.
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You’ve heard about the benefits of an exclusive education, right? Well, apparently these benefits include lots of swift and very public spankings in front of the whole class:
From Exclusive Education 5 at Clare Fonda Pass. If you love lots and lots of spanked bottoms all in a row, this is the production for you.
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She seems more worried by her lady friends who are pointing and laughing than she does by the ineffectual swats she’s getting:
This is from the cover of a pulp novel called “The Golden Dyke” as seen on vintage.
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La, la, la-la-la lah, see the happy schoolgirls go smurfing down the country road:
Uh-0h, what’s this? Papa Smurf, Papa Smurf, those shameles hussies are piddling on the side of the road, in front of God and everybody! The nerve of those tarts!
This can only end in tears. Sure enough, here’s Papa Smurf his own self. You girls are in for it!
And oh, are they ever in for it. Spanking, caning, and tears galore, plus big vivid welts in the grandest Lupus Pictures tradition. (For pictures of the spankings, go here — I don’t want any succulant-but-mortified flesh distracting you from my little pastoral morality play. At least, not yet.)
It’s the after the spanking treatment that catches our eye this time. No, not oral sex you loony! Rather, our miscreants are taken out to the garden and made to pick some nice fresh stinging nettles:
You know where this is going. Our wayward schoolgirls are made to stuff their panties full of fiery nettles, which they do with great reluctance and much shifting from foot to foot:
And off they are sent, traipsing (properly chastened) back to school.
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Here’s another threatened bastinado picture; the cute-but-awkward bondage posture invites lots of spankings, but the feet are right there handy too:
From this shoot at Hogtied.
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Here’s a “true” story from summer camp. It involves a pretty young counselor whose cabin girls get a little public spanking payback:
The girls had decided to use a ping pong paddle on their counselor’s blue-jean covered butt. Each of the girls in the cabin (there was twelve of them) would deliver two swats to Kathy’s waiting behind.
SMACK! SMACK! One after the other, the girls took their turn delivering the spanks. Kathy’s buns bounced with each slap of the unforgiving paddle. The girls wasted no time with maybe smacking one cheek and then the other — instead, each swat was landed firmly in the roundest, fullest part of her fanny — dead center, so that both cheeks felt it!
The young camp counselor shivered in anticipation as the paddle was handed from one girl to the next. Her full round bottom cheeks trembled as they awaited the next stinging spanks. She also shook in reaction to each firm smack from the paddle.
About half of the girls thought of the spanking as a playful joke and gave Kathy only light swats. However, the rest of the girls made full use of this opportunity to teach their counselor a lesson. Out of the twenty four total spanks, I’d say 12 of them were the firmest, stingingest, and loudest smacks anyone has ever been subjected to!
After the last swats, Kathy was allowed to stand straight up. Her face was BEET RED with embarassment (I imagine her buns were red too). She was teary-eyed, and totally humiliated. At the same time, however, she couldn’t hide her smile. Obviously, the humiliation of a public spanking had sparked a sexual reaction within her.
From A Memory by FemTeachr.
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