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Riding that bamboo rail would probably hurt plenty, even without some sadistic bastard whaling away at your back with a long piece of rattan. And he doesn’t look like he’s doing it for love or joy, either:
Found in a vintage Kitan Club magazine.
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After coming home very late indeed, Kiki is discovering to her chagrin that jeans don’t provide all that much bottom protection, especially not when a heavy strap is deployed by a strong man from a standing position with a long arm:
From Real Spankings.
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Seaside high spirits are all very fine, but she splashed the other bathers in the face one too many times and ignored all warnings and admonishments:
Artwork is by Georges Topfer, and appeared as the frontispiece in the 1992 French book Père Adoptif.
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If a bondage caning (or, if it’s what it looks like and we want to be precise, a switching with something like a whalebone switch) is to be performed with maximum discomfort for the punished person, her crotch rope must be tightened before the festivities, yes?
The art is from the cover of Amanti Padrone #6.
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If you’re young, and dominant, and lonely, Jerusalem Mortimer has a message of hope from his own history. His first love thought BDSM was evil and could not be ethical or consensual, which meant exactly what you think it meant for the outcome of their relationship:
She left me the next year, because in the feminist circles she was moving in it was wrong to have a boyfriend at all: sleeping with the enemy, and withholding wimminlovingenergy from other women, that’s what loving me was. Eventually it got too much and she moved in with women from the sisterhood. I was collateral damage.
But things got better:
The second significant girlfriend I had wanted me to spank her. We explored further, and I found that I loved spanking her, and I loved what happened when we went further, too.
I moved to another city when I finished my degree, and found that my very next girlfriend wanted to be spanked and commanded too. So I’d met and bedded two women in a row who were submissive, when I hadn’t even included that in my selection criteria. I realised that my life wasn’t going to be as miserable as I’d expected. Instead life set about being fun and bringing me joy. I learned that a male dom is not short of women who want male doms, so long as those doms behave themselves like gentle men.
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There’s nothing wrong with being a dom, so long as you obey the same rules about consent and avoiding force or manipulation that people expect in other kinds of sex. A lot of people are submissive, and they are looking for you, or someone like you.
Indeed.
