Public Spanking Attack Nuns
And this, boys and girls, is why you don’t put “penguins” in charge of parking enforcement:
Thanks to Chross.
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Pre-Spanking Bottom Views
Given the sorry history of spanking porn, including as it does so many “fake spanking” photosets where bored models are posed with somebody’s hand resting gently on their pristine buttocks, a skeptic might be forgiven his skepticism in connection with these gentle-but-promising photos from Spanked Cutie:
However, rest assured — a simple mouse click will reveal to you this very same bottom, flaming red and welted by cane and tawse. Fake spanking porn, this is not!
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Zille on Caning
Zille Defeu has a long and interesting post on her love of the cane, which you ought to go and read. Some key bits:
A caning hurts. Quite a lot. It’s a white-hot slash of pure pain that shocks you upon impact … and then builds up and up until you think you may go crazy. And then, when it’s died down to the point when you are thinking that maybe sanity is an option again … the next stroke comes slashing down…!
And it’s the hottest, hottest thing in the whole wide world.
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Simply put: the cane turned me from someone who fantasized about pain into a true masochist. For many years, while I masturbated to thoughts of being spanked, whipped, etc., reality was just too, well, painful. I remember the first time I tried being a masochist; I was so surprised that it just hurt – it wasn’t hot and sexy the way it was in my fantasies!
And over time I had kinda given up on it. I knew I was a pervert, I knew I was a submissive … but being a real, actual “I love the pain” masochist seemed beyond me.
That all changed in six strokes from my Master’s Senior cane….
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After Her Spanking
An after-her-spanking moment, as imagined by spanking photographer Jason Oak, whose Spanking Photography blog just got added to my link list:
Jason’s caption: “And I hope, young lady, that I never have to see you in my study again. Do I make myself clear?”
Discovered via Chross, to whom, as always, my thanks.
Spanked In A Crumbling Courtyard
Public spankings are all well and good, but usually they happen in a quiet copse of forest somewhere, or at least, in the bushes at the park. This poor girl got tied to a rolling office chair (presumably inside) and then wheeled out into a derelict courtyard for a spanking in front of anybody who cares to look out a window:
That’s the way it goes, some days, at Public Disgrace.
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James Joyce Wanted A Spanking
As soon as I saw the ErosBlog post linking to A Portrait of The Artist As A Young Pervert, I knew I had to share James Joyce’s fervid desire for a spanking, as expressed in a letter to his wife in Selected Letters Of James Joyce:
Punish me as much as you like. I would be delighted to feel my flesh tingling under your hand. Do you know what I mean, Norah dear? I wish you would smack me or flog me even. Not in play, dear, in earnest and on my naked flesh. I wish you were strong, strong, dear, and had a big full bosom and big fat thighs. I would love to be whipped by you, Norah love! I would love to have done something to displease you, something trivial even, perhaps one of my dirty habits that make you laugh: and then to hear you call me into your room and to find you sitting in an armchair with your fat thighs apart and your face deep red with anger and a cane in your hand.
As prose goes, I think it beats the hell out of any “commodius vicus of recirculation” you could point to.