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Ludwig, who blogs at Rohrstock-Palast and seems to have volunteered for (or maybe it’s “seems to have been drafted for”; it looks like she called him first, not that he’s complaining or anything) the singularly difficult duty of serving as Niki Flynn’s European boy-toy when she’s on the continent making movies (he talks about their first meeting here), recently made us all a video. But I found the back-story at least as entertaining as the video. Can you believe Niki “accidentally” shocked him with a cattle prod? Here’s Ludwig with the tale:

In this newest morality tale, we learn what happens to naughty girls who zap people with cattle prods. Remember, they are for cattle, not for human beings. And especially not for tops.

We filmed the clip in the summer, when Niki (along with Amelia-Jane Rutherford aka Ariel Anderssen) came to Germany to work with SM-Circus and Loge Cologne…. It was pretty funny, actually. While the crew are getting ready for the shoot and the rest of us are waiting around, I suddenly hear Niki’s voice behind me: “Hold still.” I turn my head around and see her touching my right leg with a pole of some sort. I look down at the device with polite, befuddled curiosity. One and a half seconds later, before I can even begin to wonder what it is, I feel a searing jolt of electricity and jump three feet in the air. After I land and get my wits together, I stare at Niki, and she looks back at me with an expression, it must be said in fairness, that seems like genuine surprise and embarassment. “Oh!” she says, wide-eyed. “Is it charged…?”

It was, and it produced quite an impressive shock, even through the jeans. Nasty little tool. Later, one of the guys gave Ariel a demonstration jolt on bare skin. She let out a blood-curdling shriek and collapsed to the floor, where she stayed for about a minute. Ariel subsequently declined to have the prod used on her during the Loge Cologne shoot. Niki declined to even submit to a one-off demonstration (wimp).

She did submit to a spanking and caning courtesy of yours truly the next morning at the hotel, though. After all, that little episode with the cattle prod deserved a proper response. All things considered, I think Niki got off pretty lightly [Spanking Blog editorial note: I think so too!] with a quick OTK spanking and a dozen moderate strokes of the cane (13, actually). But she had already been abused non-stop the previous day, so I felt uncharacteristically lenient. [Spanking Blog editorial note again: You big old softie!]

Even so, I managed to spring a minor “shock tactic” of my own on her. Quite unintended, too. I simply ordered Niki to strip off for the finale and, honestly, I didn’t expect her to be much inconvenienced by it. I mean, she had been naked for most of the previous day’s shoot. But this morning, she was utterly unprepared for it and made her objections loudly known. I like how she says “No!” six different times in six different tones of voice, from surprised to indignant to defiant. Didn’t help her much, but it sure is fun to listen to.

It’s a beautiful moment, I think, because it was neither planned nor acted… Niki’s vocal “I’m not doing this!” reaction is absolutely real. Which, of course, left me no other choice but to insist all the more. Had she calmly said “Look, I don’t really feel like getting naked this morning, can we please do it another way…?”, I might have relented. But open, foot-stamping refusal is a challenge that cannot be ignored.

Ludwig’s blog, which I don’t remember linking to previously, is also a good source of detailed and useful-looking spanking site reviews.

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• Spanking Niki Flynn
• Spanking Models And Body Hair

Although I’ve never worn a boxing glove myself, I’ve got champion prize fighters in my family tree, if you go far enough back in history. So I grew up hearing the story that a boxer dare not throw a punch in a bar, lest he be charged with “assault with a deadly weapon”.

Thus, I imagine a spanking from a prizefighter would probably sting a little bit, even if he keeps his gloves on.

The following three photos, clipped from an old sports magazine, prove, if nothing else, that ringside shenanigans were not invented by professional wrestling. In fact, this gag is probably every bit as ancient as the basic idea of guys hitting each other for entertainment. First, distract Our Hero with a pretty girl:

Then, let him find out the hard way that the referee is not neutral:

Finally, wait for him to wake up and extract some high-quality spanking vengeance on the aforementioned pretty girl:

I’m not sure a guy is supposed to make this comment, but ain’t he a deliciously hairy brute?

Plagiarism never prospers in Madison’s classroom. She’s got a cane and she’s not afraid to use it on somebody’s cheating ass:

Photo credit is to Men in Pain, so, sadly but as you might expect, it’s not Madison’s bare striped ass that you’ll see in the gallery this picture comes from. (Although we’ve seen that before.)

From Le Monde de la Fessée we learn of a 1964 movie called “Iron Maiden” in which the lovely Anne Helm gets turned over a knee for a good spanking:

These are three panels from an (apparently French) whipping comic. You never want to see a crazy man coming at you with a whip like this:

This is gonna smart:

Yup, she’s feeling it!

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• The Martinet For The Maid
• French Spanking Postcard
• Failing French Class The Hard Way
• Another Martinet Spanking
• Madame is Cruel, Oui?

I found some more quaint but charming spanking tales in The Pearl, this time the September 1789 edition:

In the course of the evening, Frank and myself were delighted by the arrival of a beautiful young lady, on a visit to his sisters Sophie and Polly, come to stop a week at the house.

Miss Rosa was indeed a sprightly beauty of the Venus height, well proportioned in leg and limb, full swelling bosom, with a graceful Grecian type of face, rosy cheeks, large grey eyes, and golden auburn hair, lips as red as cherries, and teeth like pearls, frequently exhibited by a succession of winning smiles, which never seemed to leave her face. Such was the acquisition to the feminine department of the house, and we congratulated ourselves on the increased prospect of sport, as Frank had expressed to me considerable compunctions as to taking liberties with one’s own sisters.

The next morning being gloriously fine and warm, myself and friend strolled in the grounds, smoking our cigarettes, for about an hour, till near the time when we guessed the girls would be coming for a bath in the small lake in the park, which we at once proceeded to; then we secreted ourselves secure from observation, and awaited, in deep silence, the arrival of sisters and friend.

This lake, as I call it, was a pond of about four or five acres in extent, every side thickly wooded to the very margin, so that even anglers could not get access to the bank, except at the little sloping green sward, of about twenty or thirty square yards in extent, which had a large hut, or summer-house, under the trees, where the bathers could undress, and then trip across the lawn to the water. The bottom of the pond being gradually shelving, and covered with fine sand at this spot, and a circular space, enclosed with rails, to prevent them getting out of their depth.

The back door of this hut opened upon a very narrow foot-path, leading to the house through the dense thicket, so that any party would feel quite secure from observation. The interior was comfortably furnished with seats and lounges, besides a buffet, generally holding a stock of wine, biscuits, and cakes, during the bathing season.

Frank, having a key to the hut, took me through onto the lawn, and then climbing up into a thick sycamore, we re-lighted our cigarettes, awaiting the adventure with some justifiable impatience.

Some ten minutes of suspense, and then we were rewarded by hearing the ringing laughter of the approaching girls. We heard the key turned in the lock, then the sounds of their bolting themselves in, and Annie’s voice, saying: “Ah! Wouldn’t the boys like the fun of seeing us undress and bathing, this lovely warm day”; to which we heard Rosa laughingly reply: “I don’t mind if they do see me, if I don’t know it, dears. There’s something delightful in the thought of the excitement it would put the dear fellows in. I know I should like Frank to take a fancy to me; I’m nearly in love with him already, and have read that the best way a girl can madly excite the man she wishes to win is to let him see all her charms, when he thinks she is unconscious of his being near.”

“Well, there’s no fear of our being seen here, so I am one for a good romp. Off with your clothes, quick; it will be delicious in the water,” exclaimed Sophie.

The undressing was soon accomplished, excepting chemises, boots, and stockings, as they were evidently in no hurry to enter the water.

“Now,” said Sophie, with a gay laugh, “we must make Rosa a free woman, and examine all she’s got. Come on, girls, lay her down, and turn up her smock.”

The beautiful girl only made a slight feint of resisting. She was soon stretched on her back on the soft mossy grass, her face covered with burning blushes, as her pretty cunt was exposed to view, ornamented with its chevelure of soft red hair; her beautiful white belly and thighs shining like marble in the bright sunlight. The three sisters were blushing as well as their friend, and delighted at the sight of so much loveliness.

One after another, they kissed the vermilion lips of their friend’s delightful slit, and then turning her on her face, proceeded to smack the lily white bottom of their laughing, screaming victim, with their open hands.

Smacks and laughter echoed through the grove, and we almost fancied ourselves witnesses to the games of real nymphs. At last she was allowed to rise on her knees, and then the three sisters in turn presented their cunts to their friend to kiss. This exciting scene lasted for five or six minutes, till at last they all sank down in a confused heap on the grass, kissing and fingering in mad excitement.

Now was our time. We had each provided ourselves with little switches of twigs, and thus aimed we seemed to drop from the clouds upon the surprised girls, who screamed in fright and hid their blushing faces in their hands.

They were too astonished and alarmed to jump up, but we soon commenced to bring them to their senses, and convince them of the reality of the situation.

“What rude! what lascivious ideas! slash away Frank!” I cried, making my swish leave its marks on their bottoms at every cut.

“Who would have thought of it, Walter? We must whip such indecent ideas out of their tails!” he answered, seconding my assault with his sharp, rapid strokes.

They screamed both from pain and shame, and springing to their feet, chased round the lawn; there was no escape. We caught them by the tails of their chemises, which we lifted up to enable us to cut at their bums with more effect. At last we were getting quite out of breath, and beginning fairly to pant from exhaustion, when Annie suddenly turned upon me, saying, “Come, come, girls, let’s tear their clothes off, so they shall be quite as ashamed as we are, and agree to keep our secret!” The others helped her, and we made such a feeble resistance that we were soon reduced to the same state in which we had surprised them, making them blush and look very shamefaced at the sight of our rampant engines of love.

I am offering you this shoot from The Training of O so you can see this one picture, of Cherry Torn strung up for a whipping:

Bonus pictures from the same shoot: Cutest. Gargoyle. Evar.

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• Lost In Her Whipping
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