Brutal Whip Dominatrix
Ooh, this kinky domme doesn’t look nice at all!
From the cover of a Storie Blue fumetti magazine.
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“She Deserves To Have Her Bottom Tanned!”
Why, yes — I’m sure she does. Of course, as was common with mid-20th century comic-erotic postcards, there’s a double-entendre here that the publisher could deny in court. But just look at the vindictive jealousy on the face of the dumpy old bag voicing the idea! None of us are in any doubt what sort of bottom-tanning she wants to see:
Postcard art is signed “Carlos” — a fairly prolific artist who drew a lot of these risque British comic postcards with summer seaside themes.
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Their Spanking Date? Going Well, Actually…
The way I heard the story, it wasn’t originally supposed to be a spanking date. Their profiles matched on one of those meet and fuck websites, so they got together for drinks in the full expectation that they’d probably fall into bed after. Just one of those easy sex hookups — no strings, no muss, a fun evening and some sweaty orgasms to beat back the loneliness.
The fact that she’s the brattiest brat in the entire city? Somehow, she left that out of her hookup profile. And he mysteriously failed to mention all the well-oiled supple leather spanking straps in his sock drawer. Still, she recognized his relaxed dominant attitude the instant they sat down at the bar. He doesn’t quite have a tattoo on his forehead that says “I spank bratty women” or a bumper sticker on his car saying “I spank on the first date.” But she knows the type — it is, after all one, one of her very favorite types!
So of course she instantly started poking every button he had — and she’s a professional button-pusher from way back! He later said she insulted him eighteen times in the ninety minutes it took them to drink three drinks and eat one appetizer. If I know him, he never stopped smiling. And why should he? By the time they settled the bar bill and were heading for his house, it was clear to both of them that she’d be over his knee before they got two steps inside his front door. But I’m not sure either one of them predicted just how fast they’d wind up naked in his bed with her bottom in the air:
Dating chemistry doesn’t always happen. Heck, on some of the more casual sex hookup sites, nobody even particularly expects it. And as every spanko knows, unexpected spanking chemistry is both rare and delightful. Although she doesn’t look perfectly delighted, in this painful moment, as he is emphatically reminding her of all the bratty things she said to him in that quiet bar:
Even though by now it’s clear she’s wishing that she hadn’t ribbed him quite so hard about his hairstyle and wardrobe, the dismay on her face is already turning to pleasure. Her casual hookup guy is turning out to be a lot more fun that she ever expected he would be!
There is, however, a price for everything. And this night, her bottom paid the price for all the bratty things she said on that date:
Every spanko knows the look of contentment she’s manifesting in this next photo. She got the spanking she craves, and is now fully relaxed over his lap. The hand we cannot see — the one he’s not holding in his free hand — is probably exploring somewhere between them, to assess how much longer it’s going to be until he can be persuaded to put down the spanking strap and move on to even more intimate pursuits. There’s every sign that the spanking date is going to keep going very well!
Hand Spanking And Roses
These two seem to have found a pleasant way to pass a sunny outdoor evening. What’s better than a good hand spanking followed by some tit whipping with a rose flogger?
From Sting Of The Roses, via Kink Unlimited.
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Whipped By The Klan
Dunno what this pretty pulp-cover girl did to draw the attention of the bedsheet brigade, but it looks like they plan to make her suffer for it:
From the cover of a pulp novel called Campus Town.
A Strap Spanking In Pseudobondage
This is a classic example of “bondage” from the era of magazine publishing when especially-timorous publishers thought they might beat an obscenity rap by having all the bondage scenes show loose ropes that the bondage models could obviously shrug out of at any time:
On the other hand, be honest: if this blonde wanted to play with you, you’d probably be willing to pretend her terrible bondage was effective, too!
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Bondage Whipping By A Hooded Creep
Chained on her belly in a crumbling brick dungeon and whipped endlessly by a hooded creep: might it be fair to say that Our Heroine is not having an excellent day?
I don’t know the source of these photos but I’m guessing really hard at a source somewhere along the Cal-Star/HOM/Barbara Behr/Robert Blakemore axis. They just have that same sort of delightfully early-80s squalid feel to them.
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