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I don’t know the source of this, but from the visual style I’m going to call it an old (1960s or earlier) entertainment magazine doing a bit on showgirls getting spanked on stage:
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Have you every been stung by a wasp? To me it feels like a jab with a red-hot electrified needle. I wouldn’t be in a joking mood after that, and neither was Ronnie’s husband P:
Anyway walking back to the car, his arms weighed down with bags of greenery, a wasp stung him on the arm. P dropped the bags from his right hand and swatted it but it came back again and this time he crushed it against his sleeve, my husband hates wasps, he likes bees but hates wasps, doesn’t see a point to them. Anyway he was angry, then a bit embarrassed because people were watching and he retrieved the bags and made for the car.
I showed appropriate concern, never having had a sting I had no idea what they were like, he said it was nothing but kept looking down at it every few minutes. When we got home he left the plants in the car and went straight in the house to find some TCP or disinfectant, he asked me where it was and I told him I didn’t think either was appropriate, he needed to wash the sting area with some soap and water and apply some antihistamine. I found him some Anthisan which we use on mosquito bites and he rubbed loads of it onto the swelling which, he said, was hurting.
When I asked him if he was going to put our purchases into the soil he said “I’ve just been stung by a fucking wasp!” as if to say I shouldn’t even be asking.
I said “But you said in the car it was nothing and you’ve got some cream on it now.” I was smiling. Men are babies. “I’ll go and get them out the car then and bring some garden tools from the shed and you can join me when you’ve had a lie down.” I was joking only bloody joking!
Obviously my husband wasn’t as badly injured as he’d implied, because he got up and took me by the arm, propelled me upstairs to the bedroom and spanked me after yanking my jeans and knickers down. He did it hard too and I loved it and was trying to think of more things to say to provoke him but I wasn’t quick enough. It was over in two or three minutes and I was dumped on the bed with a throbbing backside. He told me he was going to go and sort the plants out and I was to pull my knickers and jeans up and come out and join him, with a mug of tea, and no more jokes about his sting.
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There’s a forced-lesbianism scene in the gritty old ZFX Productions movie Gangland III. Supposedly it’s an interrogation going on, but I don’t think hand and strap spankings are really going to make that girl on top do anything she didn’t already want to do:
And if that’s not enough for you, there are four more Gangland movies in the series.
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This is via Chross. According to his source:
“The photo was taken at a local college basketball game. In this particular instance one of the inexperienced freshman cheerleaders in her enthusiasm stepped backwards onto the court and interfered with a play on the court costing her team some points. The other cheerleaders, being very upset with her, surrounded her and spanked her right there in public. A newspaper photographer who was covering the game took the attached photo of her right after she was spanked and it was published in my local newspaper the next day.”
The spanking can’t have been all that spontaneous, however, or why was there a big paddle handy as seen under her left hand? Dr. Ken at Spanking Minnesota offers some cultural context:
There was a time, in those glorious days of yesteryear, when certain schools and certain rivalries had a tradition among their cheerleading squads–the cheerleaders for the losing team got spanked or, more accurately, got paddle swats. Sometimes it was the entire opposing squad, sometimes one girl would simply be designated to be the recipient. The swats might equal one swat from each member of the opposing squad, or the number of swats given might be based on the point differential–if your team lost by 20 points, the designated spankee got 20 swats.
That would explain why they had a paddle at the game!
I remain curious, however. 1961 was before my time. Was this really a thing? Was there really a time in America when local sports contents featured public spankings by rival cheerleaders for the entertainment of the crowd? If you have memories (or more newspaper clippings) to share, please post in the comments!
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It’s a nice gesture, but I don’t think an ice cube is really going to sooth those dramatic red spanking welts:
Another artwork by Gracy Gimp.
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