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This reminiscence by PrinceOfHearts is written with a certain inimitable verbal vigor and effusiveness of metaphor, I’ll grant you that. But it doesn’t lack for enthusiasm!

Whenever Jenny and I went away together, we liked to make sure we secured appropriate accommodation, so that we had somewhere private to rush back to when she needed a good, hard, erotic flogging on her infuriatingly sexy behind.

These holiday beatings were always rather exciting affairs, conducted as they were in the fresh sensuality of unfamiliar surroundings and on days filled with the joys of freedom and copious recreational energy. My god how I used to love the hot smell of her bucking rear and her cries of desperate, squealing delight!

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Walloping her naked like that over my knee would get me so turned on that I’d have to break the tempo, so as not to pop my champagne cork too soon. I prefer to indulge that particular joy in a controlled fashion, with my twitching cock discharging its aching heat into my spanking wench’s gaping pussy, up her straining bottom, over her heaving breasts or even into her startled face and tousled hair.

So to halt this relentless rise of my manly froth, I would stop the whacking to shift my position, ease the pressure on my swollen balls and lean forward to pinch her fragrant pussy, pouting anus and slippery clit with ingenious and expert pressure. I would really go to town on her private pink spots, tweaking and twisting until she wailed and wept and beat the floor with her fists, pleading with me to stop, begging me to beat her more, if it meant that I would stop the intimate, burning torture of her weakest and most personal places.

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Jenny’s little secret fulcrum of devastating shame was her sweet, tight little asshole. One of the most embarrassing things for her about having her knickers taken down was the thought that I could see and even touch this forbidden place. She could hardly endure having her bud tweaked, so private and sensitive was that little opening, and the painful indignity of having foreign objects pushed up it was too much for her to bear without crying out in shame.

Of course it was therefore with the greatest of dominant, masculine pleasure that I would celebrate the end of a particularly exciting punishment session by forcing my white hot, concrete erection up her back passage one excruciating inch at a time.

She would wet herself with mortified excitement at even the very mention of anal sex, so I took great delight in the look of deep terror in her wide and pretty eyes when I would grin and say:

“Right then, lets get this massive hard-on as far up your bottom as we can, shall we?”

There’s more. Oh, so much more.

The last post having reminded me of The Flogging Whores Of Old London, I thought it might be worthwhile to reproduce the section on the “notorious machine” for the flogging of gentlemen (though, I daresay, it would be of equal utility when used to chastise the fairer sex):

“A notorious machine was invented for Mrs Berkley to flog gentlemen upon, in the spring of 1828. It is capable of being opened to a considerable extent, so as to bring the body to any angle that might be desirable.

There is a print in Mrs Berkley’s memoirs, representing a man upon it quite naked. A woman is sitting in a chair exactly under it, with her bosom, belly, and bush exposed: she is manualizing his embolon, whilst Mrs Berkley is birching his posteriors. The female acting as frictrix, was intended for Fisher, a fine, tall, dark-haired girl, all must remember who visited Charlotte Street at that day, as well as the good humoured blonde, Willis; the plump, tight, frisky and merry arsed Thrulow; Grenville, with the enormous bubbies; Bentine, with breadth of hip and splendour of buttock; Olive, the gipsy, whose brown skin, wicked black eye, and Medicean form, would melt an anchorite; the mild and amiable Palmer, with luxuriant and well-fledged mount, from whose tufted honors many a noble lord had stolen a sprig; and Pryce, the pleasing and complaisant, who, if birch was a question, could both give and take.

“When the new flogging machine was invented, the designer told her it would bring her into notice, and go by her name after her death; and it did cause her to be talked of, and brought her a great deal of business. She died in September, 1836, having funded ten thousand pounds during the eight years she had been a governess. The original horse is among the models of the Society of Arts at the Adelphi, and was presented by Doctor Vance, her executor.

Abel recently came across this nifty bit of doggerel from a play apparently performed in London in 1733:

“While she is stripping to get a good whipping,
I’ll away, dance and play,
Yes I will, that I will;
While she is stripping to get a good whipping,
I’ll go and romp with the Girls and the Boys.”

He’s got all the details, but I was fascinated, upon following his link, to discover that this tidbit is sourced to the same 1877 Index Librorum Prohibitorum whence came this post.

From Chross:

This is a screen cap from an old video that dates to the unlamented era in which a lot of porn was shot in cheap ugly hotel rooms. I don’t know any details about the video, but I thought the girls were cute:

Just a text link I think today, from a Sex And Submission shoot. This would be so much less fun at 320 pixels wide. Your link: The cane strikes home.

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She’s getting spanked and she’s not entirely happy about it:

Should have thought of that before being naughty, eh?

From Girls Boarding School.