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“Ladies, your masseur is ready for you now!” I know some of you would live at this spa, if you could only find it:
I found this on a Tumblr, but it’s actually the advertising photo for “The Strap”. In its original location, the photo has not been snipped. Nor, for that matter, has the man.
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Just a few frames of a good strap spanking from Bars And Stripes:
I suppose if I had the old spanking magazine this Hardcastle artwork probably first appeared in, I might have a better idea why the girl about to get a good cropping appears so delighted by the situation. The man is benignly amused, while the woman with the crop is the unhappiest person in the room:
She wore the proverbial chain-mail bikini (although if you like to be pedantic, it’s neither chain mail, nor precisely a bikini) to her whipping! How much good, do you suppose, it did her?
The answer, of course, is that it did her very little good. She still got well whipped.
Image credit: Pain Gate.
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She seems pretty interested in that one cane stripe she’s gotten:
I guess they are pretty lenient at St. Mackenzie’s school for (bad) girls.
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A reader sent me the following email, with permission to share. It made me laugh, too:
I had a tough day yesterday, and my husband spanked me into a better mood. Later he said, “I hit your bottom and the bad thoughts go flying out of your head.”
Pause.
“Like a salt shaker. Or ketchup.”
Pause.
“Uh-oh, I’m objectifying women.”
I laughed so hard.
Thanks!
In The Slave Girl And The Lash, by F.E. Campbell, our heroine is disgruntled that she’s been stolen from the woman who owned and loved her. She’s been sold off to some sort of high-end whipping brothel and she’s not happy about it:
“What’s your favourite whip?” he asked without humour. He seemed bored. “Actually I prefer to cane your bottom. It’s the English thing, y’know. D’you mind?”
“Would it make any difference?” I asked coldly. “I mean, if I did mind?”
“Oh yes.” He seemed faintly amused. “You’d kick up a fuss and get it twice as hard. Doing it your way I’ll feel a bastard and go easy.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s the nature of the male erection,” he confided in the same bored tone. “If the female fights, it’s potent. If she pleads and has to be gagged, it’s a turn on. If she’s beautiful and has a well curved behind she’ll get no mercy.”
“That last one’s me, isn’t it?”
He actually laughed. “I like that. Yes, it’s you. But I’m told you’re different. One of those who want it, eh?”
“I can’t convince them I’m only like that when I’m loved,” I told him unhappily. “These people probably know all about making money, but they don’t know a thing about girls.”
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