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I thought the funny look on Delilah Strong’s face during her breast whipping in this shoot just cried out for the LOLcatz treatment:
Not very fair to Delilah, who presumably has better spelling and grammar than your average LOLcat, but consider it an artistic license taken while chasing the funny.
Picture credit is of course to The Training Of O.
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Although I still haven’t managed to get my hands on any nettles — much to Bethie’s relief — I continue to think that the combination of quite fearsome pain (to judge by various accounts I’ve read) and utter harmlessness make stinging nettles a promising sort of spanking toy. Here’s a comic book panel that features a nettle whipping:
Via Urtication.com.
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This is proof that economists and utilitarians have kinky fantasies also. Here is Jeremy Bentham’s justification and idea for mass public mechanized whippings, courtesy of the industrial revolution, as described in his The Rationale Of Punishment:
Of all these different modes of punishment, whipping is the most frequently in use; but in whipping not even the qualities of the instrument are ascertained by written law: while the quantity of force to be employed in its application is altogether intrusted to the caprice of the executioner. He may make the punishment as trifling or as severe as he pleases.
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The following contrivance would, in a measure, obviate this inconvenience:—A machine might be made, which should put in motion certain elastic rods of cane or whalebone, the number and size of which might be determined by the law: the body of the delinquent might be subjected to the strokes of these rods, and the force and rapidity with which they should be applied, might be prescribed by the Judge: thus everything which is arbitrary might be removed.
A public officer, of more responsible character than the common executioner, might preside over the infliction of the punishment; and when there were many delinquents to be punished, his time might be saved, and the terror of the scene heightened, without increasing the actual suffering, by increasing the number of the machines, and subjecting all the offenders to punishment at the same time .
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A cuter-than-usual “schoolgirl” gets one heck of a paddling in this gallery from Bi-Spanking:
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Dr. Ken writes about a spanking dream:
I was standing in a room with a lady I can only assume was my girlfriend. She looked young–real young, almost like she was barely legal age. She had long straight blond hair, a hint of freckles on her face, and she was wearing a red-and-white vertically striped nightgown. She stepped up to me and put her arms around my neck. I hugged her, and then we kissed. I started to use my fingers to slowly pull up her nightgown, bunching the material at her waist. She could feel what I was doing, and grinned at me.
Once I had the nightgown raised, I moved towards a bed that was nearby. I sat down and pulled her over my knee. She was naked from the waist down, and her bottom was in the well-known and perfect OTK position. She realized what was about to happen and started asking, “Why? Why?”
“It’s your birthday, silly, ” I replied. “How old are you again?”
“32,” she said. (Imagine my relief…..legal age and then some!)
I rubbed her bottom lightly, raised my hand….and then there was some sort of interruption, which I can’t recall…..and then I woke up.
Say it with me, fellows, in your best Homer Simpson voice: “Doh!”
Here’s a long and thoughtful article by The Disciplined Feminist on domestic discipline, a style of spanking relationship I don’t know a lot about, but which is of interest to many Spanking Blog readers. I’ll just let her set the scene, and then you can go read the rest:
The scene: I’m in the kitchen cooking dinner, banging pots and pans around. My ever-observant partner asks what’s the matter. I don’t actually know, mind you, but I decide that whatever it is, it’s his fault. So I let him have it — a long list of whiny, bitchy grievances that I have a bad feeling I’m half-making up as I go along.
My tirade has the, apparently, desired effect. My partner starts to get angry, then, to his credit, does what I’ve asked him to do. He stops and instead says, “Go get the paddle.”
Many women in DD (domestic discipline) relationships will recognize this moment as the single most challenging one in creating a DD lifestyle. I’m angry, I’m sure I’m right. I am Woman, hear me roar and there’s no way in hell I’m getting the paddle. I turn my back on him and walk out.
My partner, being either very foolish or very brave depending on one’s point of view, follows me. “It’s not an optional thing,” he reminds me. I say nothing. “That ring’s supposed to mean something,” he adds, pointing to the silver band that I wear as a symbol of my consent to a DD lifestyle.
It only takes a split second — I’m barely aware of my thought process or my actions. But before I realize what I’m doing, the ring that I’ve fought so hard for the right to wear, the ring that symbolizes the hard work, trust, tears and heartaches that have gone into creating this fragile thing called a DD relationship, is off my hand and tossed onto the counter.
There is a beat of stunned silence on both of our parts. Neither of us can quite believe I’ve done what I just did. Taking the ring off is something I’ve promised — sworn — never, ever to do in the heat of an argument. Only upon thoughtful reflection and discussion is that supposed to be on option.
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I heard that Ray Stevens song yesterday, about a visit to the proctologist:
“Doctor, Doctor, have mercy on me!
Doctor, Doctor, your cure is worse than my disease…”
Of course I immediately thought of it when I saw this Sex And Submission shoot starring Charley Chase as a medical student caught cheating by a doctor who is entirely willing to take advantage of the situation (and of poor Charley).
Of course there is plenty of spanking:
And because Herr Doktor is a skilled professional, how about some tongue whipping?
There’s a lot more genuinely eye-catching kinky stuff.
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