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Now that she has her victim is chained upside down, our contemplative villainess plans to take her time and enjoy delivering a nice slow whipping:
And hey, as slow whippings go, it could always be worse…
Illustration via Kitan Club.
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Apparently there’s a description of an overheard spanking in one of the Outlander books. Specifically, it’s in A Breath of Snow and Ashes:
“Well, what did do? And why?”
“Well, he’d only take his belt to her now and then,” he said, “and only if she made him.”
I took a deep breath.
“If she made him? I asked calmly, under the circumstances.
“Well, ye ken Ian,” he said, shrugging. “He’s no the one to be doing that sort of thing unless Jenny deviled him into it.”
“I never saw anything of that sort going on,” I said, giving him a hard look.
“Well, she’d scarcely do it in front of ye, would she?”
“And she would, in front of you?”
“Well, not precisely, no,” he admitted, “But I was often in the house, after Culloden. Now and then, though, I’d come down for a visit, and I’d see that she was …. brewing for something.” ….
“She’d devil him,” he said at last, shrugging. “Pick at him over nothing, make wee sarcastic remarks. She’d —” His face cleared a bit as he came up with a suitable description “She’d act like a spoilt wee lassie in need of the tawse.”
I found this description completely incredible. Jenny Murray had a sharp tongue, and few inhibitions about using it on anyone, her husband included. Ian, the soul of good nature, merely laughed at her. But I simply couldn’t countenance the notion of her behaving in the manner described.
“Well, so. I’d seen that a time or two, as I say. And Ian would give her an eye, but held his peace. But then the once…
Thinking the house was empty, he had been startled by the noises in the bedchamber overhead….
“Well… shrieks,” he said, shrugging. “And giggling. A bit of shoving and banging, with a stool or some such falling over. If it weren’t for the yaffling, I should have thought there ere thieves in the house. But I kent it was Jenny’s voice, and Ian’s, — he broke off, his ears going pink…
“So then … there was a bit more — raised voices, like — and then the crack of a belt on a bum, and the sort of skelloch ye could hear across six fields.”
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That newfangled rule against corporal punishment in schools? It turns out that’s only for the students! It doesn’t mean we can’t see the teacher paddled when she disregards all the rules of modern pedagogy and good order:
A paddling cartoon by Dave Wolfe.
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I’m not clear on what Ambriel did to get in trouble with her coach and earn a locker room paddling, but I’m pretty sure those tiny little gym shorts aren’t going to protect her bottom enough to matter:
From Realspankings.com.
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Vintage OTK spanking photos aren’t so hard to find. But one where the lady administering the over-the-knee spanking is still wearing her hat? For that you have to look around a bit:
No extra charge for the silk stockings worn by all parties.
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I kept the link for Erica Scott’s blog after she stopped blogging in 2017 in hopes that she’d be back, but I hadn’t followed the link in a long time, and nobody told me the good news that she quietly started blogging again about six months ago. She’s been up to her usual on-again off-again spanking shenanigans; here we join a spanking in progress, as she talks herself into a strap spanking and then runs her mouth for extra strokes:
I had mentioned earlier that I loved strappings with a man’s belt over my ottoman, and while we were in the middle of hurts-so-good hell, I said “We can do that next time, maybe?”
“Hell, no!” was his answer. “Let’s do it now!”
Oy. Again, me and my big mouth.
I’m always a tad leery when I’m about to be strapped by a top for the first time. I love, love, love a leather belt. I love the feel, I love the sound, I love the imagery. However… a lot of people can’t do it right. They can’t control the strap — they’re too high, they’re too low, they wrap, they hit the right cheek over and over and not the left, etc. And it ends up being rather unpleasant. I get so tense, wondering when the misfires are going to hit, I can’t relax and sink into it.
Not so this time.
Holy crap. This man is magic with a belt. Spot on every single strike. Even knows the trick of switching sides so each cheek gets equal brunt. I forgot about bratting and blurted, “You’re so good at this!!” For a brief while, my whole world shut down and focused on his belt and nothing else. Gone was the stress, the work, the political quagmire, the losses I’ve endured lately, the money worries, all of it. Just the bliss of impact, of endorphins, of pleasureful pain. I seem to recall murmuring at some point, “You are making me so happy right now.” He has joined the ranks, in my mind, of the top strappers I know — Dr. Lectr, Paul Kennedy, InspectHerHide, and a few others.
But of course, my true colors never fully disappear. He had decided I was getting forty more, twenty on each side. When he was finished with the first twenty and switched sides, once again he teased, “How’s that tickling feel now?”
To which I replied, “Oh, fuck off.”
“Oooh, bad idea,” he said. “You just got ten more.” And he delivered; no breaks for an excited utterance. :-Þ First the original twenty more planned, and then an additional five on each side. Can I take a moment and admit how utterly fucking hot that was?? (sigh)
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The sales copy for the Kink Unlimited shoot where I found the spanked waitress picture (above) explains:
The gorgeous Penny Pax and Chanel Preston are looking for a naughty girls’ night out, but their adorably incompetent waitress, Kimber Woods, keeps fucking up their drink order. Kimber being obviously in need of a severe lesson in service, Penny and Chanel demand that she meet them at the end of her shift. Amazingly, Kimber actually shows up! Penny and Chanel immediately strip her down and give her the spanking she deserves.
If you’ll indulge me for a moment in thinking too hard about very light fiction, let’s get inside our soon-to-be spanked waitress Kimber’s head for a moment. These two angry beauties want to meet up, but they aren’t happy … why would she go?
Are you kidding me? Kimberly’s thinking they’re hot, she’s bored, she can take what they dish out, and they’ll be over their mad before they know it! Heck, maybe she even messed up all those drink orders on purpose!
The shoot is called Service Slut Training, from the Whipped Ass channel at Kink Unlimited.
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