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It all starts out so innocently. A nice red blush for the beautiful bottom-curves Llela has to display as she’s bent over the bentwood coffee table for a robust hand spanking:
But of course, this is Pain Toy we are talking about, so it must inevitably end in tears. Or, more accurately, descend into tears, about sixty seconds after the singletail whip starts landing on tender boobs:
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Hey everybody, I’d like to pick your kinky resource knowledge, and crowdsource a search that’s been defeating me. I’m looking for a good online source (or good emailed scans, if somebody has them) of the twelve illustrations (plates) that accompanied early editions of the famous workhouse whippings book, Nell in Bridewell. The bibliographic info I have suggests that the illustrations were published and sold separately from the famous and rare 1900 Charles Carrington edition, but were included in the 1932 facsimile reprint.
The best quality set of scans I’ve seen is here. A couple of these are pretty decent, but I’m looking for better quality scans (some of those are very washed out) and higher resolutions and DPIs if possible, to use for a printed reproduction project (on paper).
If you can help, feel free to leave links in the comments or email me any files you may have. Thanks in advance!
It’s the usual story — falsely accused, sentenced to caning and a lifetime of slavery by an unjust judiciary, then sold to the highest bidder and sent off to be abused by his servants:
Juliette followed the man across the yard and into one of the stables. As they crossed the yard, she noticed a high thick wooden post, erected in the centre and, nearby, another, about a meter high with a round log fixed along the top. Inside the stable, Quinell pushed the girl towards one of the supporting pillars. He pulled her arms up above her head and hooked her manacles over a hook, the chain from the collar hanging down between her breasts. He parted her hair and draped it forward to hang over her upthrust breasts.
“The introduction for a new slave is ten lashes.” Quinell said in her ear. “This is to teach you that, here, you are a slave and what your fate will be if you fail to please those you serve.”
Juliette shook with fear. Her buttocks were still throbbing from the earlier caning and now, for no reason, she was top be beaten again. That her hair had been pulled forward over her breasts warned her that, this time, it was her back that was to suffer. She watched in alarm as the head groom strode across the stable and picked up a bundle of leather reins. As he shook them loose, the girl trembled with terror. As he approached her, she gritted her teeth and screwed her eyes tight shut.
The force of the blow across her back jerked her up onto her toes as her body was thrown against the pillar, separating her breasts. A sheet of fire exploded in her back and shoulders as the leathers burned a path across her flesh. She heard a loud scream, her scream, echo round the stable. Again she was thrown against the post and again she screamed as the pain raged in her back. Eight more times the head groom lashed the leathers across her back, sending sheets of fire through her body. Such a flogging, which she was to learn later was a mere token, on top of the caning she had received that morning was too much for her young body to bear and, although still conscious, she hung limp from her wrists as the final lashes were laid on. Her wrists were released and she slid slowly down the pillar, sobbing and moaning.
From No Justice For Juliette by Mark Stewart.
I really like the antique furnishings in this old pulp illustration. The lamps, the basin and pitcher, the narrow brass bed in the tiny bedroom, the whole bit. And, of course, the old-fashioned domestic-discipline style whipping:
The caption in tiny print in the upper left reads: “She was pink and naked, whimpering on the floor.” Brutal!
Found on one of the Usenet groups that’s been delivering a fair bit of vintage BDSM lately.
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Do nuns give bare-bottomed spankings to naughty girls?
Well, probably not, these days. But (a) it seems they may have used to, and (b) anything is possible in the movies. Hence, this screen capture, from a spanking clip called Catholics Corrected:
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My thanks go out to the half-dozen different folks who pointed me to this when it went by on Post Secret:
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Odd that I’ve never before run across this stanza from Anactoria, by Algernon Charles Swinburne:
Would I not hurt thee perfectly? not touch
Thy pores of sense with torture, and make bright
Thine eyes with bloodlike tears and grievous light?
Strike pang from pang as note is struck from note,
Catch the sob’s middle music in thy throat,
Take thy limbs living, and new-mould with these
A lyre of many faultless agonies?
Thanks to Zille Defeu.