Dominance And “Poon”

Although there’s a lot of bullshit in the whole “pickup artist” subculture (just Google if you don’t know what I’m talking about) there are some areas where they stumble close to truths that sound familiar to anybody with experience of dominant/submissive relationships. Thus, for example, in The Sixteen Commandments of Poon, Roissy writes:

If you allow a woman to make the rules she will resent you with a seething contempt even a rapist cannot inspire. The strongest woman and the most strident feminist wants to be led by, and to submit to, a more powerful man. Polarity is the core of a healthy loving relationship. She does not want the prerogative to walk all over you with her capricious demands and mercurial moods. Her emotions are a hurricane, her soul a saboteur. Think of yourself as a bulwark against her tempest. When she grasps for a pillar to steady herself against the whipping winds or yearns for an authority figure to foil her worst instincts, it is you who has to be there… strong, solid, unshakeable and immovable.

As always, the problem with the PUAs is the problem of over-generalization. Truth, there are a lot of women who fit this description. ‘Nother truth: It ain’t all of ’em.

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Paddling Dominique

I like the way Dominique gets paddled while teetering on her shoes in this movie called Dominique’s Submission:

dominique submits to a severe paddling

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Vintage Corner Time

This “corner time” artwork is by Louis Malteste:

vintage spanking art

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Laying On The Cane

When Whipped Ass model Nicotine is properly restrained (and apparently she wiggles, because they had to use half a mile of rope and a butt hook), her bottom makes an excellent target for the cane.

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Female Prisoner, Whipped

From Bondage Blog:

woman whipped in military prison

Thorny Spanking

This image of two girls being spanked with thorny long-stemmed roses comes from a fumetti comic called Los Amores de Veronika de B. by Massimo Rotundo:

spanked with sharp thorns

Punished In Her Dreams

Allison Tyler had an intense spanking dream:

I would never cheat…except last night. In my dreams.

I was a slut. Oh, stop laughing. I mean, I was out there, slutting myself around with an old beau. And when I came home—with flushed cheeks and wet panties—my man was waiting. Not a word. Not a threat. He simply led me to the bedroom and put me over his lap. We started in a way that was painfully familiar, first his hand on my ass, my denim skirt shoved to my hips, pastel pink panties down to my ankles, then a Ping-Pong paddle wreaking havoc on my bare skin.

My struggles were useless. He had both of my wrists captured in one of his big hands, and he paddled the shit out of me before pushing me to the floor. Staring down at me as if I were trash.

Before I could recover, before I could figure out which way was up, he ripped my clothes off and threw me down on the bed, bound me in place. Arms over my head, legs spread, face up. Who was the Dom? I’m trying to find him in my mind, in my files, in my repertoire. Someone I could never quite see. In a house I’ve never lived in. Beige carpet. Big ugly California King.

He used a crop methodically to decorate my inner thighs, and every so often, he would slap the tip of the weapon against my pussy…