Switching The Girls

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.

Whipping Cherry Torn

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:

bondage whipping for Cherry Torn

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

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Santa Spanking A Naughty Girl

After years of leaving switches for naughty girls who can’t take a hint, it appears that Santa Claus has finally updated his methods, and has begun administering badly needed spankings directly:

santa claus spanking a blonde

Merry Christmas everybody!

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Belt Meets Pussy

A Thanksgiving application of leather belt to eager pussy, via Letters From A Seraglio:

The belt came later, on Thanksgiving Day.

I don’t know how we got started. But I remember lying on the bed, listening to Robbie in my kitchen, putting things away, and feeling my arousal grow. Sometimes I feel there is a cord of connection between us; when one of us feels the love and the excitement, the other does too. It stretches and pulls on both of us.

He came into the bedroom where I was lying and looked at me. We might have exchanged words. But I also pulled my long skirt up to my waist and opened my legs wide. I had been pumping my hips against empty air for several minutes, and my sex felt lustrous and swollen.

He stripped. He went and got his belt. He looked at me; he looks at me so intently, and so dangerously at times, I shiver with the desire I feel radiated back at me. He wrapped the belt in two and he hit the sole of my right foot with it, twice. It hurt more than I expected it to.

He looked at my cunt. “You know, when you felt the belt, your cunt just opened another quarter of an inch and pussy juice gushed out.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I murmured.

Standing next to me as I was stretchd out along the bed, he moved up my body, bringing the belt to my breasts. I was lying on my hands, restraining myself, still with my legs butterflied out. He hit both breasts just once. I moaned and looked down; the nipples were tight berries of arousal. “It’s so awful,” I said.

“What is so awful?”

“You want to deny you like it, but your body betrays you. Traitor body. I’ve read other people talk about this but I never felt it so much until now.”

He shrugged and gave an “Oh dear, your life is sooooo terrible”, sardonic twist of his mouth. Then he beat my breasts again, several times each, hard.

By the time he got to my pussy, I was so turned on I was about to come. He cracked the belt down hard on my thighs and then twice, right on my clit. I was still on the brink of orgasm. “Do you want more?” he asked. I was confused; I definitely wanted more. He clarified. “Do you want to come first and then have more? Or do you want more now?”

“More now.”

Crack. Crack. Crack. I came. The belt cracked down maybe half a dozen more times—I would have relished twice as much as he gave me, but being greedy is no good. I came twice more.

I appreciated the “traitor body” remark. Bethie usually starts chiding her nipples: “Stupid nipples! I do not like that!” But of course, she does.

Really Sore Bottom

I found three explicit views of a really sore bottom in the free promo photos included with this Whipped Ass shoot. She’s got red stripes and cane cuts and — apparently, judging by her creamy appearance — she’s loving it.

You gotta love visible evidence of female arousal.

Head Down, Bottom Up

Screen captures from the new site Elite Spanking show a spanking furniture innovation that tickles my funny bone. See the hole in the table?

a table for spankings

Yup, it’s set up like a pillory, to keep her head down and her bottom in the air:

bottom up and head down for a spanking

Fun and funny!

Wife Spanking In Ann Landers

Chross has published the clipping of an Ann Landers advice column from 1960, in which some snoopy sister wants to know what is mentally wrong with her brother-in-law considering that he “finds some phony excuse to spank his wife at least twice a month” and “keeps a ping-pong paddle in the bedroom for this purpose.”

Me, I’m thinking this sounds like good clean fun, and apparently the spanked wife agrees: “My sister says he’s a swell guy and even went so far as to defend him by admitting she usually deserves the spankings.”

Of course good old stick-up-her-ass Ann had her usual judgmental nonsense to reply with, which is why I’m neither quoting nor republishing the column in full. But I did want to show you the quite fun cartoon it was illustrated with:

wife spanking cartoon in Chicago newspaper

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