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Keeping Bethie’s hands away from her nipples when I’m spanking ’em with a little strap (or whatever) is always an issue, but I confess it never seemed practical to try heavy steel chains and shackles:
However, it sure seems to be working on Bella Rossi at Sex and Submission. So much so, in fact, that I can’t resist zooming in with a tighter crop to show her anguished face:
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This is a spanking detail I found on the cover of the ambitiously-titled stroke book Violent Stories of Terrified Virgins:
Since this is supposed to be the busiest shopping day of 2008, I went online to see what looked good.
I was delighted to see the wide-ended basic black riding crop — it’s the best crop I’ve ever had in my hands, because it goes from gentle tapping to serious thwacking based on a minor and easily controlled variations in how much swing I put into it. Plus, it lands right where I want it to go.
(This is the crop we had to get another one of, after this.)
To be honest, I get even more use out of the short version, because it fits in a travel bag and is controllable enough to use on Bethie’s breasts and nipples when we’re gettin’ busy and she needs a quick reminder about who’s in charge. But the long version is essential if you want a crop that can give punishment or pleasure, variably, at your whim.
Here’s Bethie writing about the short crop:
Last night while he was working on the computer, I laid down next to him and made a big show of taking off my bra and massaging the areas where the underwire cut into me.
Of course, Dan took the bait and rewarded my efforts with several hard nipple pinches before reaching in his desk drawer for the small riding crop. I like that he keeps that thing handy. He spanked my tits with the crop and I loved every second of it.
Dan finished off by giving me a couple of hard ones right on my nipples and I laughed out loud. I don’t know why I do that. Intense play which should make me yelp makes me laugh sometimes. I don’t care though and Dan likes it.
It was short and sweet but my nipples stung nicely for quite a while. Gotta love that!
Other enticements were old favorites in the category I like to call “serious bondage for bondage idiots” (which would be me). I am referring to the simple spandex hoods with built-in blindfolds (one with a mouth hole for when you might need a blowjob, one without).
They just slip on like a ski mask, no messing with buckles and straps and no worries about collar tightness at the neck, and you can breath through them just fine, so no worries there; plus they come off instantly if the hoodee panics when you aren’t wanting that. They look nifty, especially if your girl has been trying to control you with pouting and remonstrative looks. But, best of all from my spanker perspective, they are utterly effective as blindfolds, with no peeking possible. No more will she get away with cheating at your game of “guess the instrument”! I love these things, end of story.
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You hear “trussed up like a turkey” sometimes, but I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it so clearly as this. I think it’s the fingers-as-tail-feathers:
From Vintage Spanking Photos.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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There’s nice panty management in this photoseries of an OTK spanking from Spanking And Shame. And perhaps it’s just me, but I think the model has a really pretty butt:
When I found this 1765 poem about a man who spanks his wife every day, and makes it up to her every night, I was struck by the seeming modernity of the business. It’s not that dissimilar a relationship, really, than a lot of BDSM arrangements today that make and keep people very happy:
The Unreasonable Complaint
By John HallA brute, a Peasant, dwelt near Nantz,
For they’re synonymous in France,
Who every day of his vile life,
When he had nothing else to do,
Thrash’d or apply’d his wooden shoe
To the posteriors of his wife.But, as all good and evil’s equal,
All was balanc’d in the sequel;
Every night he had that pride,
His debit, on the whole amount
Of the posterior account,
Was balanc’d by the other side.
Like debts of honour lost at play,
Before he slept, he was sure to pay.
And every morn before he rose,
He left her, over and above,
A token of his constant love,
Steady and constant as his blows.One morning, at his Spouse’s levee,
The blows and curses fell so heavy,
Before the Lady of the place,
Poor Jaquette ran with her complaint,
With all the red and purple paint
Bestow’d upon her nose and face.The Lady pity’d her just grief,
And took a course for her relief;
Pierre was summon’d to appear,
And must have rotted in a jail,
Had he not found sufficient bail,
For his behaviour for a year.
The dread of fines, a jail, and whipping,
Like other folks, kept him from tripping.About a month after this pass’d,
For Jaquette the good Lady sent,
And ask’d her if she was content,
And Pierre peaceable at last.Truly, says she, I must confess,
That mine’s a singular distress;
For though he beat me black and blue,
At night he always made it up,
In bed, over a chearful cup,
Where I was as content as you.
But now, he says, he’s off his mettle,
Because we’ve no accounts to settle.Let him indulge his appetite,
This very day let him begin
A fresh account, upon my skin,
And settle it this very night.
After such plenty of good fare,
To be reduc’d is hard to bear.
What then, my Lady, must I feel,
Depriv’d entirely of my meat,
Without a morsel left to eat,
Except what I can beg or steal?The Lady cry’d, You’d make one think,
That you did nought but eat and drink.
Did you live always at this pass,
Or now and then, and then it ceas’d,
Like Shrovetide, or a village feast,
Or like a Bishop’s saying Mass?A tear stood trembling in her eye,
Whilst Jaquette made her this reply:
He was as sure as the Church Chimes!
And I can say, what few can say,
He allow’d me three warm meals a day,
And afternoonings too sometimes.
‘Twas not from indigestion,
That never was the question;
If now and then my fare was worse,
It was because, the day before,
He happen’d to allow me more
Than was convenient for his purse.The Lady cry’d, Submit in quiet;
My Spouse all day shall thrash his fill,
I’ll never say that I’m us’d ill,
If he’ll allow me such a diet.
I was looking at the bondage girls over at Bondage Blog when I came across this bondage gallery featuring fetish girl Emily Marilyn. There’s not a paddle or a hint of a spanking anywhere to be seen, except that in a couple of the photos, it can be clearly seen that her bottom has been lightly spanked. Maybe just four or five swats with a riding crop, something like that:
And why not, I ask you? She was all tied up, and it was there!