Bound For A Strict Tawse Punishment
This photo is from somewhere deep in the archives of the Real Spankings network:
It’s rare to see bondage in their spanking videos, so I must imagine the scenario is that this punishment was so severe, our naughty brunette simply couldn’t keep her hands out of the strike zone and was bound for her own protection. Either that or she’s a defiant brat, which might also explain why she’s naked for her tawsing…
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That was a model who went by Ivy. Did a good bit of work for the Real Spankings team. She didn’t have the prettiest face or the sweetest body, but she had that special something that made me want to watch. One of my all time favorite models at RS. If I remember correctly in this scene she was beaten with a number of implements and then they talked about which one was the worst.
Oldhoo, that flashed me back to my college days, when I had a moderate and completely unrequited crush for a time on a young lady named Ivy. I got over it readily enough, but I never got over the odd circumstance that she had a soundtrack after that. Whenever I’d see her around campus, the song For The Love Of Ivy by The Mamas And The Papas would play in my head. Silly, huh?
That was 1968, so we were in college around the same time. Hey, it’s good to remember when we were young and silly, and yet survived all the crazy stuff we did.
Speaking of songs, my first experience with the noble weed was also my first hearing of “Are You Experienced”, in a dorm room with an exhaust fan going out the window and wet towels stuffed under the door. The hookah was filed with Seagram’s 7 because we were too nervous to go back to the communal bathroom to get water. How times have changed.
Naw, I’m a generation younger; the 60s music was “oldies” when I was in college in the 80s. CDs were new and expensive but I was poor, so I bought beat-up old vinyl albums for a buck in used bookstores. I remember one pretty girl sticking her head through my open dorm room door to give me shit about the “weird old folk music” I was playing; we ended up friends and she ultimately married my best friend (then cheated on him and broke his heart, but that’s ten years of stories in a sentence.)
Oh well, I hope you enjoyed college in the 80s as much as I enjoyed it in the 60s.
And I’ve really enjoyed your blog over the last 20 years or so. Keep it up as long as it interests you.