Caned Over Pillows
The caner is in shadows, but the light on his work is plenty bright:
From Girls Boarding School.
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Keeping A Secret — With A Stick
In The Crimson Fairy Book (1908) there is a tale illustrated by H. J. Ford called The Boy Who Could Keep A Secret. When he was only a little boy, the king’s prettiest daughter tried to wheedle this boy’s secret out of him. Because he could keep a secret, he refused to tell, saying “I will beat anybody who asks me again.”
Fast forward until he is seventeen. The king’s prettiest daughter comes to him again:
“Tell me your secret and I will marry you,” she said to him; but the boy only gave her the beating he had promised her long ago, when she asked him the same question.
And that’s how you keep a secret:
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Hippie Spanking
I see chicken wire and empty flower pots in this dreamily-lit spanking photo. All I can assume is that somewhere, there’s a commune that got it right when it comes to maintaining interpersonal harmony. “Like, dude, we passed the pipe around, and did some consensus building, and we all agree: your wife is bumming everybody out. Would you, ah, take her out by the garden, sit on stump, commune with nature for awhile, and then take down her panties and adjust her aura a little bit?”
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Painting Her Ass
Her bottom is a study in alternative media:
This is a panel from Art Slaves, a Dofantasy comic drawn by Dejan.
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Spanked And Mouthsoaped By The Ivory Soap Heroes
From an Ivory Soap advertisement (styled as “Ad” Ventures of the Ivory Soap Heroes) in the 1873 St. Nicholas serial:
You should have seen the angry flames spurt from old dragon’s nose!
You should have seen him lash his tail and spread his fearsome toes!He pounced upon the robber men and captured almost twenty,
then promptly burned their coat-tails off and spanked them good and plenty.…
Then, while the robbers cowered low, as scared as anything
young Bob and Bet and Gnif, the Gnome, just tied them up with string.
They lashed each robber to a pole and stood them in a row;
the muddy tear-tracks down their cheeks made them a sorry show.With brushes, mops, and IVORY SOAP, and sudsy, scratchy scrubs,
our heroes cleansed those robber men with energetic rubs…
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Uniformed Flight Attendants Spank
The Spank Statement explains these spanking stewardesses thusly:
Back in November 2005, the Sydney-based advertising agency Lowe Hunt launched a new campaign for the men’s deodorant Lynx. The concept: a fantasy airline with its own distinctive brand of service. Lynx Jet didn’t have air hostesses, but air mostesses, with the kind of uniform that launched a thousand fantasies…
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A Delivery Service For Stinging Nettles
There’s a scene in The Discipline Of Odette in which one matron is advising another about a way in which she can punish her daughters more frequently and severely:
“But why don’t you use nettles?” Madame Lacaille asked.
“Nettles?”
“Why, yes, the governess of my daughters came up with that idea. Nettles prick and produce a cooking heat that lasts a long time, without causing any wound or cut.”
“But where can you buy nettles? I wouldn’t know where to look.”
“Why, in all the shops that carry whipping articles, of course; where do you buy your birch rods and your martinets?”
“I rarely use the birch, but when I do, I go to a novelty shop, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen nettles there.”
“Haven’t you ever gone to the Rod and Martine, on the Rue Saint−Honore?”
“I confess my ignorance.”
“Well, go there, then. Besides, it’s quite a curious shop. They sell all kinds of material you’d find in a house of correction: whipping horses, special benches, paddles, birches, martinets… and nettles too. They’re sold in carefully tissue−wrapped packages so the stems won’t prick the fingers of the buyer. Only, I’ll admit there’s just one inconvenience: nettles must be fresh; after 24 hours, even if you keep them in water, the leaves fade and have no effect. But the shop has a very good delivery service. So I’ve subscribed to it, which means that every other day they deliver four bouquets, enough for four punishments. With the two girls I have, I often need that much.”
“Why, I was absolutely unaware of such a thing,” Madame Delage delightedly exclaimed.
The Discipline of Odette is an erotic classic of variable attribution, like many such. But I found this excerpt at Rollin Hand’s Disciplinary Tales, via Chross.
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