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Bonnie-Jo Gets Caned

Apparently you can “play-slap” your boyfriend too many times:

We had just returned from a garage sale from which we had purchased a round, solid wood table for our apartment. College Guy put a pillow on the table, and positioned me against it. “Keep your hands right here, don’t move them, keep your body on the table. Keep your feet down.” He slipped my dress up over my hips, and I gripped the tables edge in my hands and thought that when I purchased the table at the garage sale, I had no idea what a good buy it was.

I lay there quietly, perhaps whimpering a bit. The emotion of the scene was the type I tend to really crave every once in awhile and the type College Guy does not tend to dish out that often. He traced my bottom with the cane, then began tiny test- thwacks with it, not really a teasing action, but more of a sinister one. Like a cat playing with a mouse before he eats it.

The first cane stroke or two were normal. Painful, scary, but not too bad. The truth is, for some reason, ever since we moved in together, the cane had not been hurting like it had in the past, So I wasn’t as horrified as I possibly should have been.

Then, something happened that has never happened before.

He drew back and let that cane rip. It was only one blow, but it hit higher than he has possibly ever hit me before, at the very top of my bottom. It was high, and it hurt. The skin there is somehow so much more sensitive to cane strokes, I guess.

One blow had never hurt me that much before. And I broke my hold on the table and stood up straight for a second. Somehow, though, I didn’t end up sitting on the floor telling him I wanted to be done. The next second I was positioned back on the table (I really can’t remember if I just went back or if he pushed me back down.) But I was sobbing. Sobbing from one cane stroke.

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July 12th, 2011 | No Comments »

Hungarian Princess Spanked In Public

By the Russians. In 1848. Chross has the story:

Only when the unequal struggle was over and the Russians and their allies marched into our capital did we realize what Slav blood and Slav breeding is and can’t help being. They tore down our flags which in war they had been unable to capture, and tried to steal the crown and the precious regalia of St. Stephen, but these, of course, we had hidden away. And then what do you think they did? You could not guess in a hundred years so I may as well tell you right away. Those Russian brutes dragged the Princess Batthyany from her palace out into the market-place and there spanked her publicly because, forsooth, her sons like all true Magyars had fought in Kossuth’s army.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking: “this post is worthless without pictures.” Well, my friend, you wouldn’t expect it, but Chross has that covered, too:

There may be more to the story we do not have. In the illustration you can see at least two women being whipped, and there are two women stripped to the waist wielding the whips, also. Plus at least one random Cossack who also wanted to get in on the whipping action. I think the demands of luridness (“Let’s show topless girls doing the whipping!”) were in conflict with the demands of propoganda (“Make sure we show those Cossack swine in action!”) when this image was composed by the artist. (It’s also possible the image is unrelated to the story; Chross doesn’t say it is related, and I don’t comprehend the caption that’s visible in the uncropped image.)

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July 12th, 2011 | 6 Comments »

She’s Kicking!

A girl holding on to a chair in that position usually has her toes on the floor, with some weight on ’em. Making her kick her feet up like that? Must have hurt!

From Pain Toy via Kinky Delight.

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July 11th, 2011 | No Comments »

Lower Back Caning?

It’s possible we just have a bad camera angle, but it looks for all the world like this poor young lady is getting a painful caning on her lower back: