The Naked Dunce
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.
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Extorted And Caned
It’s a squalid situation. The private investigator has compromising photos, and if she doesn’t want her husband to see them, she has to do all of the kinky things the PI wants. The least of these is the bondage caning…
From Sex And Submission.
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Gagged And Spanked By The Maid
This surprisingly modern-looking gagged spanking illustration is actually by Georges Töpfer, illustrating a vintage French erotic book called Visites fantastiques au pays du fouet by Aimé Van Rod:
To my eye, it looks very much in the modern style. But no; the vintage attribution is solid. It turns out ErosBlog published one of the other illustrations a couple of weeks ago, and managed to crowdsource an attribution to this wonderful post at Au carrefour étrange containing all of the illustrations from the book in glorious high resolution. Awesome.
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Pilloried And Spanked
This is from Grigbertz.com, which is full of all sorts of fun and erotic fantasy art. Apparently this is what happened when “Arna and Dea, posing as slave traders, ran afoul of local customs…”
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I Think She May Eventually Talk
Is it just me, or is those some awfully cute panties to be wearing to a formal police interrogation whipping?
From Spanking Server.
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Tiger Girl
Such a set of stripes on her, you never did see…
Singletail Whip Versus Nipples
In which Kaya goes to kinky camp, describes for us what it’s like to have her nipples whipped a lot:
So it was, sometime mid-day on Thursday, he was walking me down the road, with nothing but a singletail looped over his shoulder.
It’s surreal actually. You’re walking past people who see you, cuffed, blindfolded, being led on a rope by a big guy carrying a whip, and they’re casually carrying on everyday conversations as you pass. Not a single hiccup in their goings on. As if it’s perfectly normal to be discussing what’s for dinner while your neighbor is about to get whipped.
Anyway. To the bondage frames we marched. To the bondage frames I was attached.
He didn’t start light. He never does. The concept of warm up is lost on him, honestly. I suspect that he *thinks* he’s doing warm up. But… no. Not so much. At least not from my perspective, which is the only one that matters since I’m on the receiving end of the non-warm-up warm-up.
He likes to target the nipples with the singletail. It amuses him I think. Actually I think he takes pride in being able to concentrate on such a small target with such accuracy.
I? Am not amused.
On the rest of the body I don’t think he even tries to aim. He has no reason to. It’s an open and large canvas and he can randomly and messily throw the whip, letting it land where it may. No part is really off limits, except for the face, and even then if a snap catches me on the lip (which it did) then it’s likely because I made the mistake of dropping my head in a futile attempt to shield my nipples with my tongue or something (which I did).
There’s no apology for a misplaced stroke because there ARE no misplaced strokes. That’s the beauty of nothing being off-limits, see.
The thing that gets me about how he uses the singletail is the speed and the circling. I’d bet he gets a stroke in at least one per second. Maybe more. It’s FAST. Or feels that way on my end anyway. And he circles me. Snapping. Over and over and over. Until I think I’m going to die.
At least until I scream. And beg. And kick.
I pulled out of one of the cuffs in a desperate attempt to cover my nipples after several minutes of targeting them.
I really just think I’m going to go crazy, you know? It’s not even that each stroke by itself is so painful that I can’t stand it. It’s the repetitive, fast barrage of them that drives me over the edge. I think I must cry out to “Slow down!” a million times during a whipping scene.
Which he finds amusing.
In fact, he’ll go faster if he can.
Fucker.
Sir.
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