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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.
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.
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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.
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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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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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By my calculation this picture was snapped just 1/8th of a second before things were about to start getting noisy in that dungeon playroom:
Photo is from a recent update at Device Bondage.
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My word! I believe they intend to whip her pretty yellow dress clean off her body:
This is a detail from the cover of a 1937 Horror Stories magazine that included a story called “The Pain People”. Cover artist was John Drew.
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In this sequence from Sexually Broken, a fresh-faced and innocent-looking Mattie Borders gets the spanking of her life, after she’s handcuffed and her shorts are cut off her bottom with a pair of scissors:
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I wonder, do all those fake therapists who claim they can “cure” people of gayness know about this alleged method?
Across his lap, he laid stinging slaps to her butt until her passion was to such a fever pitch she forgot her lust for women.”
I know it wouldn’t work at all, and anywhere there’s no good reason to make the attempt — but it might nonetheless be fun!
This is the cover art from Which Lesbians Prefer Males? by Jack Vast (Sabre Book, 1968).
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