Whipping Barbara Steele
Many Tumblrs agree, this is actress Barbara Steele getting whipped against a column. But nobody seems to know what movie it’s from (or promoting).
Edit: Steele not Steel
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The Erotics of Outbuildings
That’s not an ironic title. There’s nothing sexier than a good woodshed, and they’re not easy to find these days.
But Monmouth managed it (or his lady friend did), and you know what that means: a good woodshed spanking!
Alice rented a room in a house with three other people. Not wanting the others to know about her predilection for spanking, bondage and calculated roughness, she was uncomfortable with the inevitable noises of kinky sex. That’s why she was thrilled to get the opportunity to house sit out in Hertfordshire. The place was a modest two-up-two-down at the end of a leafy cul-de-sac, normal as could be, except for one feature:
“There’s a woodshed in the back!!!” She texted me urgently, possibly including more than three exclamation points.
I trekked out there one evening to see what she was so excited about.
The woodshed was a sturdy thing, remarkably roomy. The flimsy door could be shut with two of us inside, so long as Alice got in first and bent over the much-diminished stack of firewood. It was late April – this would not have worked in October.
It was chilly that evening. The grass was wet, so Alice put on an incongruous pair of wellies with a white and pink flower pattern. She switched the light on over the woodshed door when she stepped in, then bent over the stack, looking at me with an intensely serious expression.
This was something she’d really thought about. Wanted. It was not the moment to make fun of the wellies.
The shed was nice and dry, smelling faintly of earth and wood musk.
I stepped inside, pulled the rickety door behind me and stroked her bottom for a moment before I pulled up her black wool dress. She was wearing thick, opaque stockings, no knickers.
With no preliminaries I slapped her bottom a few times. She arched her back, closed her eyes… I hit her harder, spanking her so that I felt the sting of every stroke on my palm.
Her skin reddened slowly…
And he’s right … it was not the moment to make fun of the wellies.
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Young Wife Disciplined In Russia
In this little vignette from Discipline In Russia, there would appear to be some sort of family intervention and punishment session in progress. Here we have a tough-looking young man disciplining his tearful wife while his father (or his father-in-law, perhaps) looks on from the end of the couch. She’ll never shoplift again, I tell you!
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Another Vintage Frat Spanking
The Caned Shepardess
Losing sheep, it’s an occupational hazard. And there must be punishment:
Artist is Ian Hamilton (sometimes signs as “Ham”).
The Spanking Is Over When…
Someone on Twitter said:
“You need to be spanked with a bar of soap in your mouth, young lady…”
Instantly an unlikely next sentence flashed through my mind:
“And the spanking’s not over until you start to fart soap bubbles!”
That’s sarcasm from my subconscious, I think. Mouth soaping as a punishment is a fine little obscure fetish, one often combined with spanking; but I’m not actually a practitioner of it. I guess I always assumed without thinking that (except in porn, maybe, which usually shows the black diamond sexual ski runs, closed course, professional driver, trying this at home not recommended) the mouthsoaping comes before the spanking, or after it; the idea of her holding the bar in her mouth during the spanking strikes me as fraught with unusual peril. One involuntary outcry or intake of breath later, and she’s accidentally gulped the bar of soap, with gastrointestinal unpleasantness sure to follow.
(And, yes, I know one could always use a huge bath bar that would be very difficult to accidentally swallow. But {a} one often sees fairly small bars in mouthsoaping porn, and {b} even very unlikely sexual accidents seem to happen with alarming regularity. Not to mention {c} the possibility of a bar fragmenting under bite strain, followed immediately by involuntary swallowing of fragments.)
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The Oaken Stick Of Correction
It’s just a little bitty spanking stick made of oak, no bigger than a ruler or the stirrer for a can of paint. But it’s a wondrously useful training tool, that can both guide and punish:
The blonde being trained to eat (neatly!) out of a dog dish is the lovely Satine Phoenix, in this shoot at The Training of O.
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