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Arguably there are no truly bad teens, but by the time they’re pushing 20, some of them definitely need a trip over the knee:
From Bad Teens Get Punished, a brand new 2017 Hustler movie.
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I like how she’s blindfolded (so she can’t see the strokes coming) and gagged (so she doesn’t make too much noise) but she’s still cooperating in her ass and pussy spanking by holding her legs up and keeping her hands well away:
Art is called Elli Roll! and is by Digihazard.
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Of course it hurts, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t loving every second:
Model is CoxxAnn Cream from Paintoy.
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It’s that moment in the relationship when she realizes her dominant lover is not going to settle for a simple apology. No, there will be crying and tears before the makeup sex this time:
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In a women’s prison, there are two kinds of people: those who wield the leather strap of authority, and those who don’t. In this shower scene from the 1980 sexploitation flick Bare Behind Bars, one of the latter is quite prudently sucking up to one of the former:
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In the latest lesbian BDSM shenanigans from Whipped Ass, intrepid private eye Charie Deville gets very personal with her new client Veruca James. The carnal festivities start with a good spanking, of course:
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This almost-poetic pussy whipping is from Beloved Bonds by F.E. Campbell:
Nikola had become stoic. She lay on her back and brought her legs up and back. The warrant officer looped her ankles and pulled to each side until she rested on her shoulders, her bottom reared and her thighs spread to expose the well-thatched labia presumed to be the source of her delinquency. In this obscene posture she was privileged to have a close-up view of her own punishment.
The warrant officer tossed a coin. “Tails!” He nodded at Nikola. “That’s you.” He produced a short whip of many delicate thongs. “This will warm you up nicely, love.”
To watch was awful. It was also fascinating. The young loins took the striations of the whip with shuddering jerks at implacable bonds, the pale dusky skin scoring and welting across the puffed vulva, the flat belly, the creases of the groins, and the tender junction of thighs. Trudy watched, wincingly, in the knowledge her own skin would soon be similarly responding. She was wedded to the post by cords. She could not move away. Her nakedness waited in enforced patience.
“That’s right, m’dear, scream all you want,” Ringbolt magnanimously conceded. “I could gag you if you want. But, actually, we’d prefer you to make a noise so the other little fillies can hear. We want ’em to understand it doesn’t pay to be silly.” He took a deep breath. “Now, let’s see if I can’t get in the crease a bit harder.”
Nikola screamed lustily, her Venus mound aflame. Trudy cringed with every blow, longing for it to end. She could picture the girls outside, exchanging nervous glances, shrugging diffidently, wondering… Nikola’s vocals would be a stern deterrent to any maiden nonsense in any maiden mind.
“I think we’ll call that enough.” Ringbolt made it sound as though he had bestowed great riches. “Twenty’s a good number. A girl remembers twenty, and you’re a nice colour down there. Never seen a cunt swell any better or take the marks.”
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