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This is a screenshot from an unidentified figging and caning video:
If anybody recognizes it, I wouldn’t mind knowing the source.
Update: This is what I get for posting late at night while half asleep! Not only have we seen this video before on Spanking Blog, but I managed to include the link in the “see also” links below without noticing, and four of you let me know in the comments. Thanks!
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You don’t see a good old-fashioned whipping wheel as often as we’d like. Or maybe I just don’t belong to the ridght kind of fancy fetish clubs. (I definitely do not.)
This is a scene from the Whipped Women site.
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He left her panties up? I’m not normally a fan, but he seems to have her attention nonetheless:
I think this comes from the same uncertainly hard-to-credit AI source as this image.
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This illustration comes from a curious French volume published in 1909:
There are two frontispieces with two titles:
Nana=Sahib: épisodes sanglants de l’insurrection des cipayes en 1857
(Nana=Sahib: bloody episodes of the Sepoy Rebellion in 1857)and
Nana=Sahib: Martyrologe des femmes anglaises pendant l’Insurrection des Cipayes en 1857
Martyrology of English women during the Sepoy Mutiny of 1857
One of these is much more interesting, for our purposes, than the other!
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Sarah Button’s sub annoyed her, and earned a particularly tricky lines-writing punishment because of it. Although if you ask me, his huffy sigh when asked to repeat the lesson suggests that perhaps it didn’t quite take:
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If you get a chance to spank her in the bedroom she grew up in, surrounded by all of her favorite old stuffies? Don’t miss it! Pro tip: if she doesn’t take it well, you can threaten to cane her favorite teddy bear. She’ll get into position with no further guff, guaranteed.
Image seems to have been generated by some sort of commercial AI story-creation tool, so there’s no readily-available artist credit.
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It’s been awhile since I’ve gone to a Renaissance Fair, and you know what? They’ve changed. For the better, apparently. Not that I ever had anything against tickle stocks, but the chance to get publicly paddled or flogged by one pretty woman while another one crouches nearby and stares into your eyes to monitor your wellbeing, in a set of stocks marked “Through Pain, Redemption?”
That’s just not the sort of experience you got at the fair when I was a sprout.
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