Spanking Tumble Of The Day #17

Some really HARD bondage flogging for Elise Graves. Originally from Device Bondage.

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Grasping The Nettle

Recently I came across a little ditty about stinging nettles:

Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.

Well, that’s kind of cute, but is it true? My own experience with nettles is that they sting rather intensely no matter how I grasp them. We do have the phrase “grasping the nettle” in the English language, but I’ve always understood that an idiom for “face an unpleasant task squarely and do it briskly so that the pain of it is soonest past.” It’s a concept that comes from Aesop’s fables, as indeed does the “soft as silk” imagery from the verse above:

THE BOY AND THE NETTLE

A boy, stung by a nettle, ran home crying, to get his mother to blow on the hurt and kiss it.

“Son,” said the boy’s mother, when she had comforted him, “the next time you come near a nettle, grasp it firmly, and it will be as soft as silk.”

Moral: Whatever you do, do with all your might.

But was Aesop correct? It turns out that a bit of research has been done on the matter, and it would appear that Aesop was full of bunkum. In Grasping The Nettle: An Empirical Enquiry an intrepid researcher looked into it:

My original theory of nettle grasping was that nettles have little sticky-up hairs that poke in to your skin and inject poison in to it if you brush against them, but if you squish the hairs before they can poke in to you, you stop that happening. Grasping a handful of nettles won’t work – no matter how boldly you grasp, there will be parts of the nettle not squashed (where your fingers and palms don’t press against each other when your fist is closed) and just close enough to your skin to give you a nasty sting. So the trick is to find a largish, flattish leaf, position your thumb and forefinger above and below it but overlapping an edge, and grasp firmly. I have vivid memories of doing this repeatedly as a teenager.

I tried that trick again today, and I can attest that it works perfectly. And I repeated it many times on lots of large, flat nettle leaves, without getting stung at all. Hooray!

Except, except, except. A thorough-going empiricist…would notice that this isn’t watertight proof. I had no direct evidence that what I’d grasped would have stung me had I been less assertive.

So I decided to pay the price of a slightly-loopy curiosity and sting myself on one of the nettle leaves I’d just grasped, just to prove my point. Except I failed. No matter how lightly I brushed against those leaves, I remained unstung.

I knew the nettles from this clump could sting – in fact, it was getting stung by them while starting to clear them away that had painfully reminded me to check. But the leaves I’d picked to grasp didn’t seem to sting me.

I guessed that the stingy hairs might lose potency with age, and spread out as the leaf grew. So, while large leaves didn’t sting no matter what, the tiniest, newest leaves at the top of the stem would probably do the trick. A quick brush with the back of my hand confirmed — very painfully — that the little tiny leaves at the top emphatically could sting.

So to the real test! I boldly squeezed a tiny known-stingy nettle leaf between thumb and forefinger. And oh, my, but it hurt. It’s still hurting now, about twelve hours later.

There’s more, but you get the idea.

There’s also more, it turns out, to the “tender-handed stroke a nettle” verse that opens this blog post. According to Bartlett’s, it’s the first of two related verses in a poem by Aaron Hill, a poem that labors under the name “Verses Written, on Windows In Several Parts Of The Kingdom, In A Journey To Scotland.” The second verse press-gangs the first into the service of drearily-authoritarian advice for getting obedience out of rogues and commoners:

Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.

’Tis the same with common natures:
Use ’em kindly, they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg-graters,
And the rogues obey you well.

And there you have it! Bad horticultural data from Aesop, recycled as unpleasant management advice.

But don’t let that stop you from quoting the nettles verse in a reassuring voice, right before you make your bare-assed naked submissive go to the bottom of the garden to pick the nettles for her own nettles spanking…

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Carpet Beater, Beaten

“Do a good job on those carpets. A very good job. If I find any dirt left in them, you’ll get another spanking with the carpet beater. And then I’ll make you pick a big bunch of stinging nettles…”

spanked girl using the implement of her punishment to clean some actual carpets

From Girls Boarding School.

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Taking Her Temperature

She claimed she was sick, and tried to get out of going to class. If she doesn’t have a fever, she’ll be punished for the deception. You can tell by the way she’s positioned over the pillows that the Girls Boarding School nurse isn’t expecting that rectal thermometer to show a fever:

taking her temp with an anal thermometer

Picture is from Girls Boarding School.

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Dr. Dre’s Bad Girl

I don’t listen to a lot of rap music, so perhaps I am to be forgiven for having been entirely ignorant until just now of the spanking lyric in Dr. Dre’s 2001 track Fuck You:

“You’s a bad girl, gotta spank ya!”

Indeed.

A Contract For Whippings

As we all know, some BDSM players derive great good fun from drafting and agreeing to contracts. You’d think that would be a game only lawyers could love, but no. Slave contracts, contracts of submission, ownership agreements: there are many different kinds, and lots of kinky people take great joy in them, even though such documents almost never have any actual and effective legal implications.

Nor is this a purely modern play practice! Here’s an excerpt from a “Contract of Conjugal Prostitution” that recently appeared in a Vanity Fair profile of a famous French dominatrix. Apparently a French writer named Alain Robbe-Grille proposed the contract in 1958 to his wife Catherine. Although she never signed, she is said to have “willingly submitted to its regimen of whippings and torments.” Here’s the part about the whippings, as recently translated into English:

On the appointed day, at precisely the designated time, his wife shall present herself at the rendezvous, dressed strictly according to instructions. Unless receiving orders to the contrary, she shall kneel immediately before her husband, eyes lowered, hands behind her back, and shall remain thus until summoned.

Torments inflicted upon her may either be varied or, if it so pleases the husband, repetitious; once more, it is not the place of the young woman to judge their value. Should she grow bored, become impatient, or weary of any treatment inflicted upon her, she may console herself with the notion that the man to whom she belongs is thus afforded pleasure and his pleasure is the sole purpose of the exercise.

Finally, she shall be beaten repeatedly during each session, on any part of the body chosen by the husband, with a leather whip acquired specifically for this purpose, for as long as he so desires; none of the blows, however, should be delivered with sufficient force to tear the flesh or produce conspicuous bruising. No visible marks resulting from these torments should remain beyond the period of a few hours. Moreover, the victim shall have the option, when she no longer believes herself able to bear the torment, of begging respite.

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Red Leather Roses Flogger

braided leather flogger with leather rose tails for Valentines day

I always love Valentine’s Day online sex toy sales: every year there’s new kinky stuff in glorious red leather! This year it took me less than 10 seconds to fall in lust with the Seven Rose Flogger:

Have you ever wanted to beat the person you love with a bouquet of roses? This seven-tail whip features blood red leather roses braided onto the ends of the tails. The handle and tails are black and made from smooth finished leather. The tails have been braided tightly and compactly for an elegant and sexy look, capped with red leather roses, each about 2 inches wide, 2 inches deep and 5.5 inches in circumference.

A braided flogger is unique in that each tail spreads out to make contact at the same time, making for more surface area impact. Each tail is braided from 4 belts of soft leather. The tails of the 7 Rose Flogger are heavy and made of plush leather, which absorb the impact, making for a more gentle pummeling.

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