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It’s an art photo, on thephotographer’s blog. It’s called All the Candles In the World, by Aeric Meredith-Goujon.
You and I and the spanko next door would call it a well-beaten, well bruised ass.
Orlando remembers an attic find:
Once I helped an old lady named Heron clean out the attic of her house, which she could no longer get into, having had hip replacement surgery. She had lived in the same house for all of her 86 years, so it was a treasure trove of stuff, nearly all of which ultimately got thrown out.
In one corner of the room, I found a pair of homemade wooden paddles leaning carefully against the wall, alongside a wicker chair. One of them was oval-shaped, and the other was long, broad, and thin and had been drilled through many times, minimizing its surface area so it would sting like a wasp. It exuded malice.
It was so easy to imagine little Heron, and her brothers and sisters, brought up into the attic when they’d been bad, and bent over their mother’s lap (her father had died when she was young) in that wicker chair, and counting out the terrible, whistling blows.
Or maybe not. Because right next to those paddles, I found a very early electric vibrator, a Fitzgerald Star, I think, in a felt-lined walnut case. So who knows….
Chross has made an excellent spanking clip from the 1929 movie Lucky Star. I’ll commend you to his site for full details and links for high-quality downloads; meanwhile, for as long as it lasts, I’m going to do a rare YouTube embed. This is good stuff! He’s a rough working man with hard hands and leather gloves, she (Janet Gaynor) gnaws and bites his leg when he puts her over his knee, harsh words (on title cards) are exchanged, and after the spanking she spends a lot of time rubbing her sore bottom while they both emote like hell:
Any staging or framing comments on my part would spoil the fun. This is an excerpt of something at Alison Tyler’s blog; you’ll be remiss (and missing out) if you don’t go read it:
I thought until the end—until nearly the last possible moment—that he was going to spank her. Not me. Her. He ought to have. She was bitchy, bratty. The kind of girl who never gives you the time of day unless other people are watching. You know the type. I know the type. I thought he understood.
I was a pet. A plaything. I was this couple’s toy—and he, well, he was my friend, wasn’t he? Not just the Top. The Dom, Mr. All That. He accepted the fact that she—ice princess, butter wouldn’t melt in her snatch—was lying.
How bold I was. In that too-short dove gray nightgown. No panties. Curled up on the couch while she talked about someone needing a spanking. And I thought, oh, lord help me, I actually thought, Hell, yeah. She does. And I was going to enjoy watching him punish her perfect, pristine, size two little ass. So when he sat down on the emerald leather couch next to me, when he started to stroke the huge, glossy, black, hard-backed hairbrush next to *me*—I was dumbfounded.
“You only use that on her,” I said, stuttered, begged, whispered. All the words, all the ways you could say those words. “I mean, you’re going to use that on her… Not…”
You’ve heard about the benefits of an exclusive education, right? Well, apparently these benefits include lots of swift and very public spankings in front of the whole class:
From Exclusive Education 5 at Clare Fonda Pass. If you love lots and lots of spanked bottoms all in a row, this is the production for you.
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Wearing a dunce cap is humiliating enough. Wearing a dunce cap with no clothes on? That’s gotta be bad.
Found on a tumblr blog that’s not there any more, original source not known.