A Confident Man
You’d want to be very sure you had your slave extremely well trained, before you tried this inventive procedure.
Picture is from here.
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Those “In Trouble” Faces
Never was manifest guilt writ so large:
Then, too, there’s perhaps a note of apprehension and fear of richly deserved spankings:
Pictures courtesy of the Rough Man Club.
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She’s In For It
Here’s another one of those old spanking illustrations that I believe comes from a book cover. She’s in for it and she knows it!
Exploring A Girl For Science (With Nettles)
Kami, whose stinging nettles apparently did not all die of gray rot like some I could mention, writes about her first experiences with them. She sounds like a fan:
We went for a walk. I can’t remember what I have done or said, when I heard a loosely said remark that there is so many nettles around that could be put into good use.
Gulp…
Still, my curiosity won. It wasn’t long when I was forced to pull down my panties and the nasty nettle was forced upon my sore and tender bum. It stung like hell (I bet you wouldn’t guess that). I suppose the fact that my skin was already a bit damaged made it worse.
Did that make me behave? I don’t remember, probably not.
But it wasn’t until around two months later (still nettle season!) when I became aware how it feels to be really tortured with nettles. I was tied down, lying on my stomach, wearing white panties with elastic bands. He was of course wearing protective gloves (coward!).
In case you wonder why someone might want to do such a nasty thing to a poor little girl the answer is simple: He was a sadistic and meticulous scientist who liked absolute control and dispassionate experimentation. *squirm*
He kept putting single leaves under the elastic on my panties. When few of them found their home he patted them all making me scream and wriggle. (Have you ever actually heard the sound nettle makes when the leave is crushed? Try it if you wish, preferably in a tied down position :P – but no complains to me afterwards! ;) )
And then was the worst part, he untied me, and made me turn around so I could lie on my back. Shit! I have no idea how I managed. Being tied down and having nettles forced upon me is one thing, but having to inflict it on me myself is something completely different.
When I sort of turned around, he decided to restrain me in diaper position. Bending my legs didn’t help as the elastic band dug into my skin squeezing more juice from leaves. Ouch! When I was properly secured he started finally taking those leave out, with metal forceps by pulling them away. I kept yelping each time a new prick occurred. And then, when I already started hoping it will be over I realised he had another sick idea in mind.
There was so much space, between my legs to play with, and so much nettles still in a bag…
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The Spanking Nurse
The latest shoot from Whipped Ass is all about the medical bondage and spanking, plus other kinky doings:
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The Farmyard In The Bedroom
Caroline Grey writes about making animal noises during a spanking:
This week I have been watching tonnes of videos, great ones, good ones, and “eh” ones. It’s amazing how technical and specific I find my taste becoming at times. I find myself wincing at badly-placed cane strokes, admiring perfectly horizontal strap marks, frowning at certain camera angles and marveling at the composure (or lack thereof!) of models. I saw a particularly unfortunate one the other day where the poor girl was making some very strange noises every time she was struck. “That sounds like someone wanking a duck,” I said to Frank. I don’t really know what it sounds like to wank a duck, but I would bet a spanking that this was close.
Since I have been, as I said, abominably good, I was reduced to biting my poor boy to earn a hiding. After scaring me by threatening to hairbrush me hard with no warm-up, he relented, and I settled in for a delicious hard hand-spanking (I knew there’d be hairbrush later but I try to live in the moment). But the image and sound of the violated duck kept popping into my head, and although it was very unkind and also very bad timing, I couldn’t help myself. I started imitating the WankDuck noise. This, of course, led to much giggling, which led to other barnyard noises until I was practically singing “Old McDonald” over F’s knee. (though actually, when I think about it, “ee i ee i o” could practically be a transcription of my half of certain beatings in the past.) After sampling various goat noises and throwing in the odd “moo”, I found repeating the word “oink” to be particularly amusing. And then the hairbrush kicked in.
Spanked By The Hairy-Chested Guy
A spanking comic, via Chross:
