Naturism And Corporal Punishment

You don’t often find spanking and nudism combined. But every now and then… For instance, there was Februs 34, and a little tale called The Colonel, complete with two illustrations by Paula Meadows:

Avril straightened her back while the Colonel closed the file and took another puff on his cigar.

‘Right, let me tell you about us. Naturism and CP have always been my twin passions. It seems to me they are quite closely related. Both believe in truth, openness, being honest with ourselves, overcoming our inhibitions and being treated equally. It doesn’t matter if you’re a duchess or a dustman everyone is treated the same here.’

He leaned back expansively. ‘We are a community. We believe naturism and discipline are not just pastimes but a way of life.

‘Outside in textileland you are taught to conceal everything, keep yourself separate, distrust others. Every day brings a confusing debate on how much you should expose of yourself. Here, it’s different.

‘Here, because everyone is equal, everything is shared, nothing is hidden. When you break the rules you will be whipped in front of everybody with the beestinger.’

He swivelled round and directed Avril’s eyes toward the whip above the mantelpiece. ‘That’s the beestinger m’dear,’ he said proudly. ‘Let me introduce you.’

otk spanking from a naked man at naturist colony

whipped at the naturist camp

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Spanking Lavender: That Escalated Quickly!

smiling at a hand spanking over her panties

One minute cute-as-a-button Lavender is smiling through a hand spanking, and the next minute the leather strap is out and she’s blubbering. Honestly, that tends to happen at Paintoy shoots; they’re about pain, after all!

hard strap spanking

blubbering in pain

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Don’t Fucking Talk Or Text, Got It?

If I ran a movie theater I believe I would be tempted to keep this woman on staff and on the premises:

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Her Dom’s An Asshole (And So Are We All)

Miss Margo writes about her dom, the asshole, the belt spanking she almost got, and how she ended up kneeling on rice but outsmarted him on the whole going-to-bed-without-any-supper business:

I was supposed to go to hypnotherapy that day and I was a little angry about it.

“Frankly, I feel like a lot of what you’re asking me to do is drudge up bad memories I’ve forgotten about so that you can use them to manipulate me,” I said. “I think maybe I need a little time off. This is getting intense.”

“You can’t take time off until you’re an expert with it, like any other skill. You’ll lose momentum.”

“I don’t want to go today.”

He lowered his newspaper to look at me.

“You don’t pay for it. This is an investment that I make in you. Go stand in the corner and ruminate on your ungrateful attitude.”

Well, this is a new one, I thought to myself.

“I don’t want to go stand in the corner, either.”

“Fine. Go kneel in the corner and stay there for a while. You may use a cushion.”

“Collector, I’m not going to the corner! It’s humiliating!”

“Of course it is. That is the point,” he said, from behind his paper.

“You are a fucking asshole,” I whispered (and, for the record, he often is, by any objective standard. Doms often are. What can I say? That’s just the way the cookie crumbles in my life).

That finally got his attention. The New York Times was lowered again.

“Are you sure?”

“That’s the way you’re acting when I have a perfectly legitimate complaint, yes!” However, I was already starting to get nervous.

“I guess I need to prove it, then.” He folded the paper, put it down, and started to get up. “And I have not even finished my morning coffee.”

Uh-oh, I thought, as he started to nonchalantly remove his belt. In the right circumstances I find this simple masculine gesture very arousing, but this was not the right circumstance.

“Go bend over the table or your bed and don’t struggle. It affects my aim.

“Don’t hit me with that! I’m not ready!”

“Fine, go get ready for your hypnotherapy appointment like a good girl and you can stand in the corner while I eat dinner tonight so I can enjoy the view. You are lucky I don’t do it now and get out the rice.”

And that, my friends, is exactly the way it went down.

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Kestrel’s Corner Time

Punishments at Real Spankings Institute are thorough. Her bottom is not red enough to suit the dean; after some corner time, she has another spanking with a strap coming!

corner time with a red sore bottom

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A Stern French Caning

french caning

I haven’t tried to decipher the French-language speech bubbles in this caning panel from an unknown comic, but I’m pretty sure he’s calling her a whore.

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Lesbian Breast Caning

Two affectionate blondes and a cane, what’s not to like about where this scene is going?

blonde lesbians tit caning party

From Whipped Ass.

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