Sore Bottom For Skater Girl
It’s always cute when they spank themselves by accident:
Art is from the cover of the Junior comic book, January 1948.
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Felicity Kendal’s Hairbrush Spanking
I’m not sure if TV actress Felicity Kendal is or was much known in the US — certainly I’ve never before heard of her, but that’s true of at least ten thousand US TV stars as well, in my case — but I never like to pass up tidbits of celebrity spanking data, knowing as I do that for any known personage with a spanked bottom, there’ll be somebody among my readership who gets a frisson of pleasure from hearing about it. Thanks to The Spanking Writers for pulling this tidbit off their pub shelves:
“I never disobeyed her; no sensible person would dream of questioning her gentle commands. She never raised her voice and there was no hysteria, just quiet control. She rarely lost her temper, and only once did she do so with me, when she took a Mason Pearson hairbrush to my bare bottom. Whatever it was I did, I never did it again.”
Wife Whipping For Debt Collection
I thought I’d try something new in this post, in an effort to show you bigger pictures. Try mousing over the pictures below, and let me know what you think of the new format!
Our story begins, as so many do, on the viciously mobbed-up island of Sicily.
Here we see a pretty blonde housewife giving her porch plants their morning water. Birds are singing, the sun is shining, maybe her cordless vibrator is all charged up on her bedside table. Whatever; the point is, the day is bright with happy possibilities. Until…
“What’s this? Who could be coming up the drive so early in the day? None of our neighbors have a car like that. And what is all the ruckus?”
Oh, dear. It’s Sergio and Giovanni, looking like refugees from a Dukes of Hazzard fan convention. All they need is a coat of orange paint for the Generalissimo Lee, there.
Wifey knows the business her man is in, and she knows the look of the local mafia boys. She knows they aren’t here to fix the plumbing. She bravely decides to try bravado: “Why are you goons here, and what’s with the cowboy whips? Have you been watching the American western movies? Which of you guys is Buffalo, and which is Bill? Are you circus performers, maybe?”
What they ought to say, but do not: “No, Ma’am, we’re musicians.”
What they really say:
“Your husband thought he’d get clever, and stiff our boss for half a million Euros. We’re here to, ah, encourage him to pay up. Nothing personal, but you’re about to get one hell of a whipping.”
“You’re coming with us.”
“Stop struggling! You’ll only make this take longer and hurt worse.”
Soon our whip-happy villains have found a handy whipping tree.
Nothing furtive about this bit of collections work — everybody on the island knows what happens if you don’t pay off the grey old men. But just to make sure: “Yo! Are you watching! This is what happens to the families of men who don’t pay what they owe!”
“…and this is the bullwhip we are going to use to put big painful welts all over your pretty body, so that for the next few days, every time your husband sees you, he’ll remember his business obligations.”
“Of course, you understand, that dress has got to come off. Our employer gave very explicit instructions.”
Her sense of pride, and humor, have not failed her: “Is this going to hurt, very much?”
“Ah, yes. Yes, it is.”
“Quite a lot, actually…”
The men with whips take turns at first.
Then they try a sort of “good loanshark, bad loanshark” maneuver, where one guy whips while the other explains how she should advise her husband to pay his debts.
But, mostly, they just whip, and she suffers.
And do you know what the scariest part of today’s little immorality play is? Simply this: these have been the mild photographs from this photo set. These pictures are from Pain Gate, which as I’ve warned you before, is all about amazingly harsh whippings and livid whip welts. To be honest, they play harder at Pain Gate than I like to show on this blog; if I show too many boobies covered with bright red whip marks, I’ll jeopardize my reputation as a perfectly harmless mild-mannered erotic spanking fetishist. And we can’t have that, can we?
It’s OK, though; if you want to see more, you know what to do.
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Nettle Fiction
I’m always interested in accounts of stinging nettles, like this one in the book Painful Performances by Richard Garwood. Sadly, it strikes me as both overwritten and underdetailed, if that’s possible:
A tormentor came towards her with some leaves in a gloved hand. Suddenly Sarah felt the fearful prickle of thistles on her bottom and then two slashes across her breasts took away her breath. There was a pause and she felt a thin cord being tied round her waist. From this was hung a small bunch of leaves and the whipping began
again. It took Sarah several seconds to realise that these leaves were stinging nettles and that the pain was excruciating. She tried to move her legs back so that the leaves hung forward only to receive a startling strike across her buttocks with the same plant.Sarah danced in agony, her breasts jiggling to every movement of her legs and body. She tried twisting only to find more excruciating blows from bunches of leaves. The blows continued but she was beyond feeling them and fell into shock, finally hanging motionless from the frame with her head drawn back and her breathing stertorous.
Also, what place does the phrase “fell into shock” have in ostensibly erotic novel?
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Discipline In Russia
If you’ve ever spent any time in Russia, you’ll know the Russians love their picnics. What I did not know that is that they also have caning picnics:
That was fun, now who’s grilling the shashlik? And where’s the pivo?
From Discipline In Russia.
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Hiding The Quirt
Somehow I think this sounds like a doomed strategy:
Fresh in the post this morning arrived a quirt (which looks a little like this). When I purchased said item from Ebay, for a very reasonable £12 including delivery, a couple of weeks ago, I thought it looked rather harmless.
Wrong. Wronger than a very wrong thing.
It’s rather brutal. So, I’ve decided to hide it. Now, you’d think I’d keep silent about it’s arrival. Oh, noes, not I. Here goes the phone call…
Me: That quirt’s arrived and I’ve hidden it.
Girl, that’s so not going to work.
The Bettie Page Spanking Blowjob
Sigh, if only.
Of course, no such photograph is known to exist. We may thank prolific erotic artist Julius Zimmerman for rendering the vision:
Title of the drawing is “Betty High”.
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