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This is from a story in Februs 13, illustrated by Paula Meadows:

‘I think something a little more severe than spanking is called for,’ I told her. Leaving Sue in her humbling position I went to the wardrobe where, hanging on the inside of the door, was a collection of belts. I selected my favourite for corrective purposes, an unadorned black strip of thin, supple Italian leather. Holding the buckle in my palm I wrapped the leather twice about my hand, then flicked my wrist with a practised motion. The belt cracked satisfyingly in thin air.

An apprehensive moan returned my attention to Sue, uncertainly awaiting my attentions. My eyes drank in her full, womanly curves, the lush expanse of tender flesh offered up to my mercy. I heard her shallow, panting breath and could see, between the splay of her magnificent thighs, the rise and fall of her dangling breasts.

‘How many?’ she asked meekly when I resumed my position at her side.

‘Enough to elicit true contrition,’ I replied, and drew back my arm.

The whippy leather landed with a sharp report on the fullest curve of her near bottom-cheek, the tip licking into her split crevice. An anguished wail tore from Sue’s throat and she began to raise her hand to her abused buttock.

‘Hold still!’ I rapped, and at the sound of my displeasure her hand shot back to its correct place. I tanned her cheek methodically, clinically, laying each stripe a little higher until I reached the point where her buttocks tapered into the small of her back. Returning to the mid-point, the lashes descending the quivering globe, my aim carefully avoiding her plump, out-thrust sex, onto her upper thigh, where I allowed a greater length to sear her skin, curling around and onto the front of her leg.

Each lash elicited a barking cry of anguish from Sue, and when I stepped to her other side and began to work backhanded on her other pale cheek she began to sob piteously.

‘Oh please I’m sorry! I’m really, truly sorry!’ I ignored her, continued to thrash her buttocks to a scarlet that matched the first-beaten cheek.

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This just in:

News flash, Princess: caning hurts.

I’m pretty sure this picture is from the Taylor Twins website, but I’m not sure what the story was supposed to be. The girls look pretty hangdog to me, so I’d rather make up my own. Of course it involves cheerleader malfeasance and some well-earned spankings in the back yard:

I just got my hands on a treasure trove of production stills from the Lupus Spanking movies, so you’ll be seeing some more of those here over the days and weeks to come. They’re pretty high-resolution, so I can play with details, too.

For instance, there’s one sequence featuring a caning block and one of the heavily welted purple-striped caned bottoms for which Lupus is so deliciously infamous. But up in the upper left corner, dimly seen until I jacked the gamma a bit, were two already-caned girls, naked, in tears, terrified that they were going to get more, and trying to comfort each other. I had to grab them and blow them up a bit for your delectation:

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I found this in last Friday’s Bondage Links Cornucopia on Bondage Blog. It’s by Ruiz:

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Your girl would like you to know that she’s very very sorry and she won’t do that again.

She looks to be settled in for a good long hard lap spanking. A lap spanking, for those of you to whom this is a new concept, is like a lap dance only you get to touch. Boy howdy, do you ever get to touch!

He should be happy, too — the view is very good. And she shouldn’t be complaining; if he weren’t spanking her, her alternatives (as a slavegirl-in-training) would seem to be much, much worse.

From The Training Of O.