A Gleaming Ass For Whipping
This bit of tropical convent discipline is by artist Hans Braun:
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Crying As She’s Spanked
The authentic look of punished misery on her face is what caught my eye in this hairbrush spanking photo:
Turns out this is a shot from the movie Miya’s Severe Hairbrushing, from a spanking video producer (Southeastern Woodshed) that seems to be no longer in business.
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Whip A Girl For Lupercalia
Have you flogged your sweetie with a strip of fresh goatskin, yet, today? If not, you’d better get after it! Today’s Lupercalia, and time’s a-wastin’!
I rely for my authority about proper Lupercalian rituals on no lesser historian than the great Plutarch, who wrote in Life of Caesar:
At this time many of the noble youths and of the magistrates run up and down through the city naked, for sport and laughter striking those they meet with shaggy thongs. And many women of rank also purposely get in their way, and like children at school present their hands to be struck, believing that the pregnant will thus be helped in delivery, and the barren to pregnancy.
As for the connection between Luperalia and the holiday we now celebrate at St. Valentine’s Day, it is somewhat loose, but it’s detailed by Maggie McNeill at The Honest Courtesan, who expands upon Plutarch by explaining:
The ceremonies were presided over by the Luperci, goatskin-wearing priests of Lupercus (also called Faunus), who sacrificed a dog and two billy goats and anointed younger priests with the blood. After the sacrificial feast the Luperci would cut rough strips from the skins of the sacrificed goats and then young men of the equestrian and senatorial classes would run around the Palatine Hill swinging these makeshift lashes; girls and young women would line up along the parade route because it was believed that being struck by the whips conferred a blessing which would ensure fertility and ease the pains of childbirth. This popular celebration was eventually abandoned by the upper classes around the time of Julius Caesar, but it remained popular with the lower classes into Christian times until its observance was banned by Pope Gelasius I in 496.
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Melisa Waits For Her Master
Every now and then Met-Art shows one of its models in a lovely submissive pose. Here, Melisa A kneels before her master’s chair and waits for him to come and punish her as she deserves:
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Spanking And Caning Allie Haze
Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you Allie Haze. Is she not the very picture of a girl who knows she’s soon to be spanked?
As, indeed, she is. But — this being a photoshoot for Sex And Submission — first she has to be tied up and have her panties removed by wild bears:
Well, maybe not bears. Actually, it was Mark Davis — who is at least as dangerous to a toothsome girl as bears would be. But he’s probably a lot more fun, right?
Anyway, according to the shoot information inside the Sex and Submission members area:
Allie Haze is as cute as a button and enjoys BDSM but doesn’t like to obey. She gives Mark Davis a hard time by not following orders and finds herself getting a lot of punishment.
And so the spanking begins:
Mark’s not the sort to content himself with a bit of hand spanking, though. It’s not long before he gets a cane and pauses to have a short conversation with our cute miscreant:
Then he puts a gag in her mouth and lets his cane do all the talking:
Of course it’s not long before she’s ready to thank him properly for the lesson in behavior.
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Spanked At The Scene Of A Crime
This little spanking fic from Spanking Resource has a nifty conceit. The whole “I’m friends with this young lady and so sometimes I help her stay in line by spanking her” conceit has never worked for me on plausibility grounds, but the “Hey, I know a manager at that store where you blew out your credit card, I’ll take you right there and spank you at the scene of the crime!” idea is really pretty entertaining. Yah, I know, plausibility again. But fun!
As my lecture began to sink in, Chelsea began to look more ashamed of herself. I asked her what store she did the bulk of her shopping in. She gave me the name. It happened to be a store located in this very mall.
I happen to know a floor manager in this location. I called the store to see if she was working. Chelsea began to look very nervous. She was looking down at her napkin from the pretzel shop and fidgeting with her hands. I find out that Bridget is in fact working. I get her on the phone and ask if her I can bring Chelsea in for a talk. Bridget informed me that she had a private area which would be ideal because part of the store’s women’s department is being remodeled and the workers are only in at night. They have not started to work on the dressing rooms so that portion was still fully intact.
After ending my call, Chelsea and I took a walk to the department store. We were greeted by Bridget who had a very knowing look in her eye. She escorted Chelsea and I to the dressing rooms slightly away from the hustle and bustle of her customers. Once inside of a dressing room, I seated myself on the bench across from the mirror. I looked up at Chelsea.
“Do you know what I am about to do to you young lady?”
She nodded in response, her averting her eyes towards the floor.
“Well then, we had better get this taken care of right now. Unzip your jeans and take them down.”
She froze for a moment before her hands found their way to the buttons of her jeans. It would be a lie to say that I did not enjoy the show of her jeans making their way down her slender legs. Looking up, I could see her deliciously round bottom. Chelsea really has one of those asses that you are not sure if you want to spank it or just take a bite out of it. She stood frozen in front of me now with her jeans in a pile on the floor. Her white cotton boy shorts gave me a teasing glance of her peach colored cheeks. I undo my right cufflink and roll up my sleeve…
The cuff link is a nice touch. It’s not just any schmoe who wears cufflinks these days!
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