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I love the last line of this quoted paragraph from Not An Odalisque:
I hate the paddle. Nothing that inflicts pain gives me warm fuzzy feelings, but some inspire more fear than others. Straps and tawses are almost in the ‘like’ column. Canes have their special place, as they leave such lovely marks. Paddles don’t. Paddles don’t even get classified because I’m too busy squealing.
The squealing (and thrashing about) is why I like the things, isn’t that funny?
There’s an extended carpet-beater spanking scene in the Dofantasy BDSM comic Runaway Daughter:
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So Ronnie got a caning in the hotel recently, and managed to break the cane with her bottom:
My husband was up off the bed immediately. ‘You cheeky girl.’ He pulled my knickers down now, always a sign he means business, and I sucked in air. ‘We’ll see whether a further twelve strokes of my cane across your bare bottom takes some of the cheek out of you and don’t dare move out of position because if I have to hold you down you’re going to be sitting poolside for the rest of the week!’ Oh my, when he uses words like that, and in that strict tone of his, I go almost light headed. So the cane came down again, this time on my bare buttocks, and I managed four without crying out but at the fifth I had to fill my mouth with pillow again because it was so hard and I couldn’t help myself and I didn’t think there could be any part of my bottom left that hadn’t been caned. Then at I think about the eighth stroke, my husband stopped and told me he thought I’d learned my lesson but I hadn’t and I pushed my punished bottom up as high as I could and mumbled ‘what lesson’ into the pillow. He heard me.
‘OUUCHHH!’ There was no warning when the cane came down against my lewdly raised bottom, it really took me by surprise, it was easily the hardest stroke and my legs thrashed wildly but there was no follow up. I heard my husband rummage in our suitcase again then he sat on the bed.
‘Look round,’ he said,’ see what you’ve done, you’ve made me break my cane.’ Sure enough the top eight inches were hanging off
Fortunately, the man was prepared — he had a spare cane handy in his luggage.
It is! Don’t believe me? Ask Zille; she proves it.
Chross found this yummy Met-Art nude of Yulia C in the corner, but I wanted to see if there was more, so I went and hunted down the full gallery:
“And stay there until I say you can come out!”
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The art is Discipline by the prolific Julius Zimmerman.
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She knew when she put on the spanking skirt that she was going to get a little bit of sore-butt action.
But much to her surprise, the evening didn’t go quite the way she imagined it would! She didn’t really expect to be stripped out of the skirt and tied down for a bondage paddling:
Pictures are from this photoshoot at Sex And Submission.
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