Lose Your Catfight, Get Spanked
That’s how it works, right?
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That’s how it works, right?
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I don’t know who the five big furry Cossack-looking cavalry officers are supposed to be, but they seem to have brought military precision to their girl-spanking drill:
The artist is Leon Roze, about whom I know little except that he was a French illustrator, mostly of the sort of books we would approve of if we could lay our hands on ’em.
Don’t forget to click that picture for a much larger version of the image.
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You got to love “new trainee” day at The Training of O — all those eager new slavegirls being put through their paces and anxious to show off how obedient they are:
And if that’s not a view to get your motor running, how about this?
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Dave Wolfe writes here about giving giving his college sweetheart Betsy a birthday spanking. You know she had his full attention from the beginning:
The first thing I noticed about Betsy was her shapely bottom in motion. OK, actually, the very first thing I noticed was her long blonde hair streaming behind her as she rushed past me, attending to her job in the department store where we were both working in that 70’s summer between college semesters. But my natural inclinations took me almost immediately to her behind as she strolled past, in tight, form-fitting baby blue knit slacks, with a feminine hip wiggle I thought could only be done on purpose…”
Eventually he got her over his lap:
Betsy’s long time pal Jeannie had dropped by to share in the fun. “Could you please?” I asked Jean, handing her my 35mm camera, loaded with fresh Kodachrome. “Sure!” Jeanie replied, and I hugged Betsy to my side for a cute couples shot, sitting together on the couch. “Thank you!” said I, keeping my arm around Betsy’s shoulders. “And now, there’s one more shot I want!” And I pulled Betsy right over my lap. Jeannie giggled herself silly, but cocked the shutter and tried to aim.
Betsy had changed from her long summer dress after dinner, and was now sporting a brightly striped T-shirt and pocketless, bell-bottomed jeans of light and faded denim. She made a pretense of trying to escape, and tried to slap my behind. Well, we’ll have none of that! “Look at the camera, Honey!” I instructed, and Jeannie snapped the pic. Then I proceeded to snap the seat of Bets’ pants.
Her mother came in to see what the commotion was, and stood laughing and enjoying the show! (What is it about mothers wanting to watch their daughters get spanked? Are they chaperoning or living vicariously? Hmmm.)
I counted off the twenty-twenty-two-and-one-really-good-one-to-grow-on swats, alternating gentle but very firm spanks on each cheek. I loved being able to “legally” cup and spank her soft, firm buttocks! Then, setting Betsy back upright with a kiss, I marveled at her expression, her startlingly blue eyes behind those round John Lennon glasses reading embarrassed humor, love for me, and — dare I interpret it? — desire!
When the inmates take over the asylum, things can get ugly fast. Just by the devilish gleam in this girl’s eyes, you can see the lust for power growing, and you know she’s about to go all Lord Of the Flies on some other poor girl’s bottom, probably some girl who was her best mate not 72 hours before:
And you would be right:
Pictures, of course, are from Girls Boarding School.
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Burning candle for hot wax…CHECK!
Vibrating anal beads…CHECK!
Bit of bondage rope for her wrists…CHECK!
Whiffle-ball style ball gag…CHECK!
Riding crop…CHECK!
Looks like we have all the ingredients we need for a good party!

This looks like a really old bit of CG anime art from one of those old-school animated Japanese porn games.
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