Alebeard’s Emma In The Snow
In a recent snow storm, Alebeard and Emma from Pain Toy had a little play time:
Snow has always been the sadist’s friend!
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In a recent snow storm, Alebeard and Emma from Pain Toy had a little play time:
Snow has always been the sadist’s friend!
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From Down The Rabbit Hole:
Lying on the bed with an upturned arse one quietly pursued the art of eyebrow grooming. He slid in the room and stood there quietly for a moment before he started to fossick around.
“What are you looking for?”
“I’m trying to decide which of these implements to use on your arse” He replied.
Turning slightly one saw Him perusing and fondling the contents of the whack rack in a rather alarming manner.
“For gods sake why?”
“Well I don’t have a shirt and I thought that it was a cry for help” He replied, as though it was the most logical conclusion.
“Whack rack” — I love it. We’ve got one, I just didn’t know what to call it!
I can understand that maybe this man needs to remonstrate with his wife for wearing that itsy bitsy teeny weenie sexy polka dot bikini… to teach Sunday school. A wee belt spanking might indeed be in order. It might even be appropriate to place a few admonitory welts on her magnificently-displayed breasts. But using the buckle end? That’s going too far, says me:
Artwork is from the cover of an old pulp novel called Psycho Sin (cover art by Doug Weaver).
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These two inexperienced streetwalkers hadn’t been in Moscow for three weeks when they got caught on the wrong block by somebody with the power to make their lives miserable:
From Russian Discipline.
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Implacable steel bondage keeps Becky Jane in position for “the first of 100 strokes of agony.”
Originally from Device Bondage.
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You can see the double layers of the big slapper strap in this anime spanking image. I bet that strap makes a mighty noise when it lands!
From Kinky Delight.
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A post on spanking from the sub’s point of view, that has escaped from the walled garden of Fetlife onto the open internet:
It’s not about the pain.
It’s about the feeling.
It’s about the surrender.
It’s about the bending over for you.
It’s about the anticipation.
It’s about the screaming.
It’s about the crying.
It’s about the sobs.
It’s about the tears.
It’s about the giggles.
It’s about the stinging I know you feel in your hands.
It’s about the sweat beading on your forehead.
It’s about the heat coming from my backside.
It’s about the effort it takes to not turn and hit you back.
It’s about the time you spend with just me.
It’s about the energy you give that’s all mine.
It’s about the emotion I give that’s all yours.
It’s about the overflow of thoughts.
It’s about the emptying of my mind each time your hand connects.
It’s about the hug when we are finished.
It’s about the release.
It’s about the freedom.
It’s about the control I give up to you.
It’s about the “thank you” I manage to breathe out.Its not about the pain.
It’s about the experience.