Apparently “gentlemen” of a certain class have learned that if they want to string up a random wench in the countryside to whip the skin off her back, it’s best they bring along their lawyer:
(Actually, Bondage Blog says this is a scene from the movie Belle de Jour.)
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So, last night Bethie was scratching at her bottom and complaining that it itched, due to some healing from a spanking on Friday night. Then she started pulling down her panties and showing me her “poor abused” bottom and demanding that I provide some deep tissue massage.
So I did. My way.
My way, of course, involved judicious application of the paddle with holes (like this one) and the rubber paddle. Plus a bit of work with the red lollipop crop to touch up areas previously missed.
It worked, too! By the time I was done, itching was not what Bethie was complaining about.
Eventually she found a pleasant way to distract me. Even later, I finally had to concede that her bottom needed some lotion … which by then, it genuinely did.
According to Richard Windsor, this photo is from a reader submission to Janus magazine:
You hear a lot in the BDSM world about negotiation, because it’s freakin’ important. But a lot of times, people don’t know how to do it … or they think it has to be some outside-the-conversation serious heavy moment. It doesn’t. I think this anecdote by Erica Scott (about a night when she wore a collar and got tied up, and yes there are fun photos) is an excellent example of how you can negotiate quite edgy (as defined by the participants) play without really even breaking the flow of your conversation:
“I could use a beck-and-call girl, myself,” he mused, winding his hand into my hair and tightening his fist. “I think I should make you MY little spank slave.”
“Right,” I scoffed.
“I have a collar and leash right here in my bag,” he said, watching my face closely. “I think I should put it on you, what do you think?”
He was checking with me. I knew it. I blustered, “Oh my god! You’ve GOT to be @#$%ing kidding me!”
But I didn’t say no. And so the collar went around my neck.
Only with someone I trust this much, would I go there. I constantly amaze myself with the things I’m willing to do with him, things that are so out of my little play box. And tonight, that was just what I needed.
He made me crawl into my bedroom on my hands and knees, and once I was on the bed, I had to take off all my clothes…
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Chross would like to know who Al Siegel is spanking in this picture. He thinks he’s already ruled out Ethel Merman:
If you recognize her, let him (and us) know!