Spanked And Used From Behind
It’s a little bit hard to say exactly what’s going on in this picture, since the gentleman appears to be wearing pants. But you know, pants have zippers in the front:
It’s a little bit hard to say exactly what’s going on in this picture, since the gentleman appears to be wearing pants. But you know, pants have zippers in the front:
We have seen the photo before, at Corpun:
But it’s better with commentary by Adele Haze:
So, my husband sends me this picture, with a caption: “What’s it worth not to send this photo on to Lupus?” [Adele was a model for Lupus at the time — Spankboss]
I think, the only rational response is, you don’t suggest any such implement to any company I’m ever likely to work with, and in return I won’t stick you with a fork. Somewhere it would hurt.
Seems to me you’d need to call the brute squad just to get that thing swinging.
A while back somebody made a big hairy deal {juvenile snicker} about the lack of body hair in spanking porn. Does this help?

From Usenet.
Following up on the mouthsoaping post from last week, I am informed that among the vast expanse of photoshoots from the many years that “teen” Jessica has been dutifully getting punished each week for your amusement at Spanking Teen Jessica, there is at least one detailed mouthsoaping scene. Sadly, this is the only photo I’ve got:
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If you know your Gor books, you’ll recognize Tarl Cabot’s inimitable style as he uses the threat of a spanking with a leather belt to menace a new slavegirl into his furs:
“This morning,” she said, “I was free.”
“You are now a slave,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
I looked up at the late afternoon skies. The tarn had not yet returned. Yet I was not displeased.
I looked down at the girl. “Go to my things,” I said. “Spread furs upon the grass.”
“I am a virgin,” she said.
“You are white-silk,” I said.
“Please do not use that vulgar expression of me,” she begged.
“Do not fear,” I said. “It will soon be inappropriate.”
“Show me mercy,” she begged.
“Spread the furs,” I said.
“Please,” she begged.
“I have no slave whip at hand,” I said, “but I trust my belt will serve.”
She leaped to her feet. “I will spread the furs, Master,” she said.
“Then lie on them on your belly,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
She spread the furs on the grass by the tree, and then lay on them, on her belly.
“Throw your hair forward and over your head,” I said.
She did so. The collar was now clearly visible on her neck. I stood behind her, and dropped my accouterments to the side.
“Why did you make me a slave?” she whispered.
“It pleased me,” I said.
I crouched beside her and took her by the right arm and hair, and turned her to her back on the furs. She was delicately beautiful. She would ravish well.
“Please be kind to me, Master,” she begged.
“I have not had a woman in four days,” I told her. Then she cried out.
From Beasts of Gor.
One girl waits while another has her panties pulled down for a caning. A classic scenario, so far:
By the time Mr. Meanie is done with his first disciplinary lesson, he’s had to take off his suit coat. And by now, it’s starting to look like Punished Girl #2 needs to pee, on top of her other problems and difficulties:
From Lupus Pictures.
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