Spank The Police!

I am blaming Pandora Blake for destroying the productivity of my morning. Only, not really; because I got a blog post out of it.

So there I was, lying in my bed with my phone at my face, catching up on the night’s Twittering (as one does) as an alternative to actually getting out of the bed and commencing serious work like a grown-up. And I saw that Pandora had tweeted this rather awesome image sequence of two biker women spanking a female traffic cop with her own leather belt (don’t forget to click to make larger):

scans of \"I Am A Fascist Pig\" nos. 1-3 from the book G.B. Jones

On my tiny little phone screen, it looked an awful lot like the work of famous gay artist Tom Of Finland. I’ve seen spanking art by Tom of Finland, but I’d never seen any that didn’t feature exclusively male subjects. Could this possibly be?

Of course it was not. But the web searching and blogging to sort it all out consumed my entire morning. {Shakes fist at Pandora}

Technically speaking, we are looking at a Tom of Finland homage by queer post-punk Canadian artist G.B. Jones, who has been called (it turns out) “the female Tom Of Finland” for her Tom Girls series of drawings. Originally appearing in various editions of her zine, J.D.s, the Tom Girls drawings were also printed in a book (title: G.B. Jones); it’s a scan of the book pages from here (I believe) that Pandora tweeted this morning.

According to the artist, the G.B. Jones book got banned in Canada because of this bondage cop imagery:

WB: Why exactly was your book G.B. Jones banned in Canada?

GB: You can see on the Customs form that they’ve typed in “Bondage” as the reason they seized the books. There are only two drawings of people who are in bondage in the book; one is of a police officer, who gets tied up and spanked for giving two girls a ticket for parking their motorcycle in the wrong place, and the other is of a prison guard, who is trying to make it with one of the prisoners, but gets tricked and tied up instead. I wouldn’t want to speculate too much about their thinking at the border, but I suspect it may have something to do with the occupations of the women in bondage, more than the fact that these two women are bound. After all, lots of mainstream pornography gets into the country that’s a lot worse than my drawings.

So, that’s the history. But I was finding myself frustrated by the reduced size of the first two images on Pandora’s tweeted scan. Surely I could find bigger, better, scans on the web?

You’d think. And, eventually, I did. Sort of. But only sort of.

The images in question have titles; they are called “I Am A Fascist Pig” and numbered 1 through 3. Unfortunately, the scans of I Am A Fascist Pig #1 and #2 are just 230 pixels wide. Not good enough! The scan we have (via Pandora) of I Am A Fascist Pig #3 is fine:

I Am A Fascist Pig #3

The click-through image on that is to a much larger and more satisfactory version found here.

At the same place we find a highly satisfactory (although somewhat dithered) version of I Am A Fascist Pig #2:

I Am A Fascist Pig #2

Unfortunately, all the versions of I Am A Fascist Pig #1 that I could find on the web were as tiny and/or muddled as the one at the top of this post. More futile curses! Plus, what to do?

Well, when in doubt, one never goes wrong by following the advice found in classic movies. Inigo Montoya knew how to solve a problem like this even when he was staggeringly blind drunk:

“You told me to go back to the beginning. So I have. When the job went wrong you went back to the beginning. Well, this is where we got the job, so this is the beginning.”

OK, so it’s back to the beginning we go! This artwork first saw the light of day in the J.D.s zine, right? So maybe I can find the zine somewhere on the web?

Sure enough! There’s a downloadable .pdf here of J.D.s #1, and though the textures are much washed-out due to too much photocopying, the size and detail is better than anything else we have for #1:

I Am A Fascist Pig #1

For completeness, here are #2 and #3 in the same style:

zine version of I Am A Fascist Pig #2

zine version of I Am A Fascist Pig #3

So there you have it. Was this triptych of manic pixie lesbian bicker-chick spanking dream girls really worth obsessively blowing an entire morning of web searching and blogging time on? As to that, my dear reader, only you can say…

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What A Hand Strapping Feels Like

I know from more than a decadeof spanking blogging that while some of you are active spankos, a crucial part of the Spanking Blog audience is exploratory. These people (welcome!) are on the internet exploring for info about kinks that are of interest, but haven’t been experienced yet. For that reason, I’m always alert for excellent “what does it feel like?” descriptions of the various spanking and BDSM games we play. In that spirit, here are three very nice descriptive paragraphs about the sensation of getting your hands strapped and caned, courtesy of MinxGrrl:

The strap would come down and land in my palm and cause immediate pain. The strap was like a blanket of pain for my entire palm. It reminded me of a sunburn. It is an intense radiating heat that goes deeper when it is touched, but as a masochist I couldn’t help but touch it. I was in awe at the amount of pain that this strap had managed to cause with just one hit. Now that I knew how much it hurt, I was in no rush to switch palms and present the next for the same torment. That said, I needed my already burning palm to get a breather before it was to be strapped again so I obediently swapped palms.

That whole “let me hit some other part so you forget about the first pain” thing? Yeah, that doesn’t work with ones hands being strapped. Then both palms hurt and nothing can distract from that. They continue to burn even in-between the times the strap will bite down into tender palms. Letting the pain sink in is far worse too. It gives ones brain and body time to process how much it really fucking hurts.

After having each hand strapped about 3 times, the cane tapped my hand. Sore palms already, now presented for more punishment. The cane was a different sensation entirely. The cane being thinner and rigid, doesn’t cover as much territory as the strap, nor does it form to ones palm like that evil strap. The cane delivers direct and precise stripes in white hot flashes. Its less of an all over the palm pain and much more localized. What makes the cane a bit worse is if you have someone that knows how to wield a cane, they can hit the SDS (same damn spot) and that is hellish. The cane also has a delayed pain effect for me. It connects and there is a moment of “huh, thats not so ba…OH FUCK THAT HURTS!” and I can vouch that neither implement allows the pain to ebb quickly.

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Whipping Them With Willow Switches

If I’m reading this story properly, what we’ve got going on here is a mixed group of absurdist naked religious anarchists being whipped with willow switches on a cold winter day in 1903 Saskatchewan, by villagers of nominally-similar but less-extreme beliefs:

The Freedomites decided to demonstrate their beliefs to the other Doukhobors and stripped naked, as free from possessions as Adam and Eve, and marched through the villages. They ate leaves and grass like their animal brothers and begged others to follow them.

There were fifty-two of the marchers when they ran into Peter Verigin who was driving his carriage. The Freedomites demanded that Verigin free his horse. Peter the Lordly refused. The Freedomites, of course, thought he meant the opposite so they unharnessed the animal and set it loose. They marched on down the road while Verigin sent word to the next village to stop them. There the naked marchers were whipped with willow switches until their legs bled. Women and children were removed from the march but the men continued on.

There are pictures of the march at Naked Protesters, but not of the willow whipping.

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Straitjacket Spanking

As a bondage solution to keep her hands from coming back during a spanking, the sexy leather Bolero straitjacket is probably overkill. But you have to admit, it gets the job done!

lesbian spanking in a leather bolero strait jacket

sexy F/f otk spanking in a leather straightjacket

That’s Elle Alexandra spanking Mia Gold over her knee at Whipped Ass.

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The Sting Of The Mercurochrome

Disinfectants have gotten less painful over time, but you may be old enough (or, younger but less fortunate in the compassion of those who have tended your injuries) to have experienced having genuine iodine or hydrogen peroxide swabbed over your abrasions as “first aid” at some point in your life. You might say it stings a bit.

This picture comes (judging by various hints around the web) from one of those old “nudist lifestyle” magazines. And when one is enjoying an outdoor life of sunshine and exercise sans protective clothing, abrasions do happen:

The sting of the iodine

Judging by facial expressions, this particular bit of first aid stings more than just a bit.

Woodshed Spankings For Men

Whatever I might prefer, it’s not always the women who get sent to the woodshed for a spot of discipline:

three young men in a washroom with their pants around their ankles

Although judging by the enameled basin hanging on the wall, this might be some sort of barracks or camp washroom rather than a woodshed. I imagine the source of this is a vintage gay porn magazine, but I don’t know for sure.

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Disarming The American Wife

I’ve got a couple of ideas on how to handle this problem:

wife holds the whip hand