Pussy Whipping Link Of The Day
Here’s the link:
Scream all you want, it just encourages him…
(Via: today’s bondage links post at Bondage Blog.)
Here’s the link:
Scream all you want, it just encourages him…
(Via: today’s bondage links post at Bondage Blog.)
This is a detail from the movie poster for a French movie called Elle et Moi — if you click, you’ll get to see the whole poster.
Thanks to Le Monde de la Fessée for the artwork.
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More spanking art from the inimitable Bill Ward:
Via Usenet.
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She loves it when she’s the one swinging it, anyway. Here’s her paean to the hairbrush:
For a while I didn’t realise this, but as a top I’ve also developed a favourite implement, and it worries me somewhat that it tends to be the hairbrush. I seem to feel a particular affinity with brushes, and love to apply them to bottoms squirming over my knee. The reason this worries me is that brushes are quite evil; this is well known. Am I therefore evil?
Be that as it may, I’m not about to reject the brush. I need to reflect upon why it attracts me so much. Perhaps, it’s the feeling of spontaneity: when a punishment is necessary, I grab the first thing my eye falls on, which is my own hairbrush on the nightstand. Maybe it’s that I’m never travelling without a brush, and therefore am never without an implement. There’s also the intimacy of the over-the-knee position, my favourite both as a top and a bottom. Long live the brush, and its evil pleasure
I’m a fairly recent convert, myself, to the pleasures of hairbrush spanking. When I first got together with Bethie, I didn’t have any; and indeed, I’m not sure I’d ever seen the sort of traditional hairbrush that’s good for spanking. (Most of the ones I was familiar with were small plastic affairs with curved backs.)
The first hairbrush spanking fun I had was in 2008, when Bethie got a hairbrush that made her leap and squirm. But it didn’t really fit my hand — the handle was too short.
But then, about a year ago, I got dragged into a department store and was left to my own devices while Bethie shopped for baby clothes, for somebody else’s baby. Woo, the excitement. I went looking for some shaving cream, and happened to notice in the adjacent aisle something called the “ConAir Mega Ceramic Paddle Brush”. It was broad and rectangular, wooden backed and rather heavy, and best of all, had a long enough handle for me to hold onto. Judging by the way it made Bethie leap about when I “tested” it at home, it’s almost as effective as any of our much larger and heavier wooden paddles. It’s fast become a favorite toy of mine. (I can’t say “of ours” though; I get dirty looks when Bethie sees it in my hand.)
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You have to admit that Candy Manson always suffers beautifully when Mark Davis gets his hands on her:


Images are from this shoot at Sex And Submission.
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I know this feeling:
Oh, so it’s going to be one of THOSE days, is it, world? Excuse me while I fetch the ropes, the chloroform and my cane.
Isn’t this inexpressibly cute? She’s clutching her bottom and trying not to blubber, while her mate cuddles her:
Don’t forget to click the pic for a larger version. From Lupus.
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