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:

russian whipping picnic

russian switching at a punishment picnic

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:

bettie page gets paddled while giving a blowjob to her math teacher

Title of the drawing is “Betty High”.

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Nasty Little Thin Cane

There’s a lot of menace in this picture, especially if you are familiar with the welts that usually decorate Pain Toy models. This is Karmen, and she’s not welted yet:

pain toy karmen about to be whipped

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Upgrade On The Hickory Switch

Although young ladies used to get switched on their calves in the days when modesty prohibited hiking up their skirts, the calf has since fallen out of favor as a punishment zone. And why not? In this more flesh-soaked era, a woman in trouble cannot rely on modesty to save her more tender and private areas from the lash. So the calves generally don’t enter into it.

None of which, obviously, is inhibiting Mark Davis as he whales away with the cane:

caned on her calves

Nobody, I think, has ever accused Mark of being a nice man (at least, not when he’s got his game face on, in the Sex and Submission studios. I’m sure he’s a pussycat in real life.)

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Hairbrush Spanking, Bound Wrists

As every spanker knows, a good brisk hairbrush spanking can make her wiggle and try to escape like nothing else. Which is why the wrist straps in this vintage spanking photo strike me as very handy indeed. Keeping her hands out of the way protects fragile fingers:

wrists tied for a hairbrush spanking

From vintage.

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