Spanking “Tart Cards” In ’93

As you’ve probably noticed I’ve been dip-netting in the Internet Archive’s collection of old magazines and newspapers for spanking references lately, and I do find some interesting tidbits. Today’s gem is a brief sociological discussion of the BDSM “tart cards” that decorated British phone booths in the 1990s, at least one example of which has been seen before here on Spanking Blog.

Anyway, back in 1993 a dude with a column in a horror magazine (Deathrealm #20) went to Birmingham for a convention and then to London, as one does. A conversation was had about the tart cards:

Back in London, Dave Carson has recovered from his night at the publishers’ launches. We continue our expeditions through phone boxes collecting naughty cards for a projected book. Cards have become extremely rude and most carry illustrations. “19 Year Old Blonde Just out of School Needs Strict Headmaster for a Spanking Good Time.” “Fantasy Fetish Specialist. Little Miss Madam Will Tie & Tease.” “The Magic Touch. Miss Demeanor. A Supreme Wardrobe Mistress.” These dudes really know how to party hearty. Carl Ford resurfaces and sez you phone up for an appointment and forty quid gets you a session. We didn’t ask how he knew, and anyway he sez he’s joined a coven. Proba-bly for forty quid. John Stewart, major British artist, believed dead but on the mend, resurfaced and sez you can make twenty-five quid a day stuffing these cards into phone boxes if you don’t get caught doing it. A long argument continues over various pints; is spanking or getting caned or being tied up or wearing knickers and a suspender belt to be considered a sexual act and therefore prostitution? Carl Ford sez nah, so long as there’s no penetration they can’t bust you. We sink pints and decline to ask how much more he knows.

Spanking And Caning Pepper Hart

Can you even have a kinky lesbian hookup without a proper spanking and caning session? I suppose that theoretically you can, but I’m glad that in this case, Mona Wales and Pepper Hart did not:

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pepper hart caned

Photos are from Whipped Ass, a Kink Unlimited channel.

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His Very Strict Tutor Gets Results

When you have a certain sort of spanking fetish, this kind of strictness in the young Frenchwoman who is supposed to be teaching you languages during your year abroad can be very appealing. She “makes you do it” five times in a row! And if you are too reluctant, no doubt she keeps a ruler handy, or perhaps a yardstick for the hardest cases. Or, this being France, perhaps a genuine martinet whip:

strict tutor teaches sex and French orthography

Obviously it would not be entirely precise to call this sort of sex education “painless” but the young man in the cartoon does not seem to mind overmuch.

All the artwork in this post, by the way, is by a cartoonist named Di Sano. He is not, I think, a spanking fetishist nor even a fetish artist. But I won’t hold that against him! He still knows how to draw a young lady who needs a spanking, and knows it. This pretty blonde thing is just daring us to put her over our knees, and she’s the kind of minx who thinks she can distract us (somehow) before her bottom ever gets hot enough to hurt. Half the fun, as every good spanko knows, is being getting those panties the rest of the way off her and then becoming her strict tutor while teaching her how very wrong she is:

blonde dropping her panties for a spanking

Which leads me to our next inappropriate blonde. She’s rinsing her panties in a babbling brook and giving Old Man Tree an eyeful in the process, not to mention giving him “spring wood” like he has not had in many long years! Obviously this setup was all a deliberate tease; just look at her shoes. You don’t wear those into the woods unless you have seduction in mind!

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I know my Spanking Blog audience and after all these years I feel I know it well. We may indeed have some sympathy for a girl so desperate that she’s willing to seduce and hump a tree, even one that’s admittedly a bit livelier than most. Some days the dating scene can be rough, we get it! But even so, there are standards of propriety to be observed in civilized society. One does not simply stick one’s bare fanny in the air and expect not to be rump-roasted. It is simply not done!

Thus, I can confidently predict, if we were to take a poll of the readership, the sentiment would be broadly in agreement: Old Man Tree should sprout one more lithe and supple limb. It should be a smooth, straight switch, to be applied briskly and serenely to her bottom until all visible surfaces are nicely reddened…

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Robert E. Howard Spanking Story

It turns out that previous Robert E. Howard spanking reference in his letters was not a fluke! Risque Stories #4 contains a short story (or something like it) in the form of a fictional letter from “Helen” about an observed spanking, along with an editorial note about Howard’s considerable interest in flagellation porn:

His fiction frequently featured what looked like lesbian flagellation scenes, e.g., in the Conan tales “Xuthal of the Dusk” (published as “The Slithering Shadow”), “Red Nails” and “A Witch Shall Be Born”. The first of these was the cover story for the September 1933 Weird Tales which, thanks to the Brundage whipping scenes, sold unusually well. Not too surprisingly, the recently published list of Howard’s personal library contained several flagellation titles like A History of the Rod, Experiences of Flagellation, and Curiosa of Flagellants and History of Flagellation.

Here’s the Robert E. Howard spanking story:

Miss High-Hat

by Robert E. Howard

Dear Editor:

At the college which I attended a few years ago, there was a girl who can only be described by the term “high hat.” She patronized the rest of us and always had some sneering or belittling remark to make. When anything came up, she always took her share of the pleasure, but always scornfully refused to do her share of the work.

This went on until one day one of the dormitory matrons took a bunch of us girls on an outing into the country a short distance. We all took along food, and when we stopped for lunch, we all helped build a fire and prepare the food. All except Miss High-hat.

The matron was a good woman, but she did insist on obedience. She didn’t like the way the girl was acting, but she didn’t say anything until after the lunch was over and we were all sitting around talking. Then she asked her to do some little task, very politely, and the girl merely curled her lip. The matron repeated the command, sharply, and the girl became extremely impudent. Then the matron broke loose.

“Miss Sauciness,” said she grimly, “what you need is a good bottom-warming and here’s where you get it!”

And she snatched that insolent flapper up, in spite of her protests and struggles, and turned her across her lap. And right there before us all, she jerked up the girl’s dress and took off her drawers. How that flapper screamed and wiggled and kicked! And the matron’s open hand going smack-smack-smack-smack! on her bare seat. And before she stopped Miss Sauciness was crying and begging for mercy and her behind was red at a rose. She apologized to the matron and you never saw such a change in a girl! One of the girls had brought a Kodak along and while the spanking was going on, she took a picture of the whole scene, unbeknownst to the matron.

After that, whenever the girl would start getting high hat, someone would bring out that picture and hold it up where she could see it.

Somehow there is nothing so humiliating and ridiculous as to be spanked before a crowd of the other girls and when she remembered how she looked lying across the matron’s lap exposed so immodestly, while her bare sitting place was being spanked, she realized that she wasn’t so much after all.

She got to be a real nice girl and a good chum, and everybody liked her. That wasn’t the only girl the matron spanked — she was a believer in old time discipline and she took down several pairs of bloomers before the year was over — but the spanking she gave to that girl did more real good than any of them.

Helen

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The Spanked Wives Club

Did you know there was a spanked wives club in Sioux City, Iowa, in 1936? So says a letter to an issue from that year of Liberty Magazine:

SPANKED WIVES FORM CLUB

Sioux City, Ia. — I am going to ask a favor for our club, and hope that you will grant it. I am a young married woman and I organized a club of twelve other married women between the ages of nineteen and forty. We call our club the W. O. S. H. Club — meaning wives of spanking husbands. Our husbands always spank us when we need it, and we admire them for it, and we know that clubs like ours will prevent many divorces.

Most all wives need to be spanked about every so often, and it really makes them like their husbands
more and brings couples closer together and also makes home life something to be proud of. We expect to have thirty members by a month from now.

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Robert E. Howard On Birthday Spankings

Here’s a fun literary spanking gem! It’s in a letter by the father of the sword-and-sorcery fantasy genre, the great Robert E. Howard, who created Conan the Barbarian. Writing to, apparently, a friend, in 1928, he says:

Today at town I saw the hang-over of some old and lascivious custom – a girl had a birthday and her girl and boy friends pounced upon her and indulged in a spanking debauch. I have never been able to find just how that custom originated, but have an idea its roots lie in the old superstition that spanking a woman or whipping her with a switch makes her bear children oftener and easier.

Three cheers for a good spanking debauch!

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The Smacked Wife Letters

These two letters appeared in 1910 in Photo Bits magazine. It’s hard to know entirely what to make of them, but the most likely interpretation I can put on this first letter is that it tells us about a spanko couple that didn’t have a vocabulary for the game they were playing:

I quite agree with your correspondent that it is hard that a girl should be called immodest because she happens to reveal her lingerie accidentally.

Unfortunately, however, my husband does not share my views, and if he detects the slightest glimpse of lace displayed, he administers a severe spanking. What makes it all the harder is that my husband is very particular about my lingerie, which he always selects himself, and insists that I wear knickers and petticoats trimmed with daintiest lace. As he also insists that I wear the shortest possible skirts, it is sometimes very difficult to avoid the forbidden display.

— “SMACKED WIFE” (Photo Bits, 10th November, 1910)

This next letter, I think, hints at a correspondent who has a much better understanding of the game that’s being played:

I was much interested in the husband who spanks his wife for any provocative display of her lingerie. This seems a highly approppiate punishment, yet I guarantee that his severity does not have much effect in preventing the lacy exhibition. Are these displays made in the husband’s absence, or are they made to provoke him?

Is this the only reason for which she is spanked, or is it her husband’s regular discipline? Are the short skirts to facilitate her spanking?

— J. B. (Photo Bits, 21st December, 1910).

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