When I first saw this rather jaw-dropping tattoo, my first thought was “wouldn’t it be surreal to be the man to the woman who had it?” Can you imagine pounding that ass doggie-style every few days, week in and week out, seeing that verse heaving in front of you every time? I mean, there are worse fates, but it would be weird.
Anal sex, with its associated taboos, would be even more bizarre. Lubing her up and just sliiding right in under that verse. Wow.
And then I read the verse again. And I’m thinking, no, that’s just not right. “Love…does not delight in evil.” Is it evil to enjoy putting in a ginger fig, making her squirm until the paddle actually feels good like it’s scratching an itch? Bethie says so. Maybe that’s not the kind of evil the verse is talking about. But still.
All in all, I think (as far as your average spanko is concerned) she could have gotten herself a “spank me here” tattoo a few inches lower and saved herself a lot of ink.
If you like the whole slutty/lesbian/student/teacher/BDSM genre, do I have a treat for you! Kristina Rose is an inmate in an institution of lower learning. She (and they) are clear on how young ladies being crammed with knowledge (and whatever) are supposed to dress, but as soon as she gets some textbooks in her possession, she runs off to the ladies room and uses them as a footrest so she can get her pussy lips a little bit further apart for some quality masturbation time:
In other words, a little unclear on this “study” concept. But she’s enthusiastic about her “work”:
Trouble with institutions like this is, there’s always pervy teachers patrolling the bathrooms. And this one is no exception. Here’s Lorelei Lee snooping along when she scents trouble (aka unauthorized arousal) and bends over to peep under the stalls:
Eyeball to the stall crack tells the rest of the sordid tale, catching Kristina at a particularly unguarded moment:
And then it’s time for the big confrontation scene! Kristina of course gets dragged out by her ear, with her panties around her ankles. Cussing, screaming, denying everthing, some spanking and a firm hand in the hair gets her calmed down rapidly enough:
Professor Lorelei, an old hand at this sort of thing, isn’t afraid to confront her with the olfactory evidence, which soon puts a stop to her denials:
And then it’s time to move on to the more formal part of the punishment program. It’s to be paddles and whips and naked bondage, oh, my!
From time to time I have been posting bits of artwork from the bdsm comixs published by Dofantasy.com. They have a wide variety of artists, some of whom I really really like; and being European, they are quite seriously over-the-top when it comes to their BDSM.
This is not, however, an unalloyed virtue; some of the text in these comics is stunningly unerotic (perhaps there are translation issues) compared to the art it sits beside, and of course none of these titles is drawn or written with spankos primarily in mind. So it occurred to me that I ought to do a more detailed review of one of the comics — good features and bad alike — so that when I post spank-happy snippets in future, you’ll have a better idea of the context it’s coming from. But please bear in mind, Dofantasy publishes hundreds of titles by many different artists, and the range of style and content is extreme. This is not “seen one, seen ’em all” territory.
The title I chose for review is Hotel Eden aka Hostel Eden. This artwork is your picture-worth-1000-words summary in a nutshell:
The plot? Simple as such things go. Eva and Maria, two lusciously-drawn lesbian tourists, have a reservation at a poorly-chosen back-street Mexican hotel. Little do they know it is a hive of scum and villainy and druglord slave sex orgies.
So. They check in. They get a room. Eva, the blonde, jumps in the shower, where she luxuriates and calls out to Maria all the sexy things she wants to do to her. Meanwhile, Maria is getting jumped and tied up by a thug room invader:
Back to Eva in the shower. The shower curtain pulls back, and it’s bad news. Generally this is not what you want to find, suddenly, in your shower with you:
Predictably enough Eva gets grabbed, handcuffed to the shower head, and there’s a bondage sex scene. Then to advance the plot, she breaks the plumbing off the wall, bashes her abductor in the head, goes screaming out of her room looking for help…
And, well, it’s out of the frying pan, into the fire.
First she runs downstairs to find the manager. He’s sitting in a room full of monitors, watching sex slaves being boinked in bondage in every room. Eva’s wet, naked, and handcuffed; he takes predictable advantage of the situation, while explaining to her just how unfortunate a situation it is. Then he turns her back over to the thug whose shower fun she interrupted. He reunites her with Maria, and some chairs and some rope, and a riding crop. We now rejoin the broadcast already in progress. She begs nicely: “Oh, please don’t hurt us…”
But if you click that panel for a view large enough to read the villain’s dialog, you’ll see where the wheels start to fall off the bus. This for me is the great weakness of the Dofantasy comics. He says:
Damn! Look at those tits and that juicy piss box… I can do anything I want, bitch. And what I want… is to see you squirm. See you writhe in pain. My very own painslut…that’ll be your life!
Doh!
OK, OK. So the painslut talk and the bitch and the writhing, that’s fairly standard BDSM stuff and lots of people like that kind of play. Not my style, but whatever. But, ah, er, “juicy piss box” as synonym for pussy?
I’m throwing a bad sex writing / bad dialog penalty flag on that play.
Moving rapidly along…
There follow several nicely drawn scenes of bondage fellatio (Eva) and breast bondage (Maria), after which for reasons unclear Eva gets a combination gag and mop put in her mouth and is forced onto the floor to clean up the mess that’s been made. Here, again, the visuals are a spanko’s dream, but if you click for the large version you’ll see that the dialog has what my third-grade teacher used to call “room for improvement”:
There follows some kidnap plot line (Eva, it turns out, is not exclusively lesbian; she gets a call on her cell phone from a boyfriend and her captors force her to break up with him and tell him she’s staying in Mexico) and some creative dungeon bondage complete with inventive bondage sex machines. Eventually Eva escapes (painfully) from all the iron clamps and clips that hold her, giving her the chance to run from room to room and see all of the other creatively-bound sex slaves. Looking for a way out, she eventually stumbles on what appears to be a cross between a rave party and a BDSM orgy, with captured women playing all the submissive roles the Marquis de Sade could have ever imagined.
Of course she gets grabbed again, and for the final scenes of the comic, she’s trussed to a St. Andrews Cross for a very public, very naked, very painful whipping, drawn in elaborate detail across more than 20 panels, of which this is just one:
Caption: “Eva’s body floats on a sea of pain. The leather pounds her relentlessly, leaving burning strips of red-hot agony across her tender white flesh…”
Overall, my conclusion and recommendation is to pick these comics by their covers, which tend to offer a fairly good idea of the artist’s visual style. Then, count on ignoring the text and enjoying the rich visuals. Be extra careful if you’re turned off by rough treatment of cartoon women; in most cases these pixels get pretty raw handling.
He looked at all of beating implements on the living room table and said that he was in a rut. (Yay!)
But then he went downstairs, said “look what I have”! and it was just another cane. A pretty one, yes, and festive! But still. Just another damn thing to beat me with.
No, no, no. I’m all done with being beaten, thanks. I am covered with bruises.
It’s time to do something fun now, please and thank you.
And no, the electric fly swatter is not a change for the better. Damn it. Fun. I said fun!
But the bug zapper paddle makes that festive zappy noise! How is that not fun?
The blonde seems at once defiant and calm. Demure, even. “I don’t care what you do to me, I don’t care enough about you and there’s nothing you can do to make me care.”
