Bar Room Spanking
This must be a birthday spanking scene. I think that’s a happy smile on the birthday girl’s face, but it looks like that (metal?) oar is being swung with vigor and spirit!
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Dana, Stand Up Straight!
Naked posture training with a riding crop is always fun for everybody involved:
In the case of model Dana DeArmond, it seems to put her in the mood for carrying out her slave duties. But the real treasure in this shoot is a closeup shot of Madison Young’s cane-striped ass and pussy. Don’t miss it!
From The Training Of O.
More Phantom Spankings
This comic book spanking given by The Phantom has been floating around the web for awhile, but I just discovered two more spanking panels at Vintage Spank:
My favorite part, as always, is the complaint that the spanking hurt. “Oh, Phantom, I wanted you to grab me with those big strong hands, but it wasn’t the way I expected it would be!”
Grumpy Spanking Top
There’s a whole legion of brat girls out there (ladies, you know who you are!) who like to grouse about the broken-down grumpy old men who love them and keep them in line. So, when I saw this beleaguered old grump on a postcard on Usenet, I figured I’d better share him:
Girls, what have you been doing to this poor fellow?
Caned Across Her Back
In the old Victorian fetish novels, the cruel schoolmaster or sadistic monk was as likely to belabor some poor student or work-house girl across the shoulders with his cane as he was to bend them over for proper strokes. It’s not something you see much in the modern spanking fetish (floggers are so much more fun on bare backs!) but I thought this very stylish picture would be of interest:
It’s a photograph by Denys DeFrancesco in the January ’04 issue of Taboo magazine, a hard-to-find-in-paper (but well worth searching for!) Flynt Publications title, currently available online at Hustler’s Taboo.
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Oak Paddle Spanking
When you care enough to give the very best bruises, use a thick hardwood paddle like the folks at Bi-Spanking do:
More here.
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In Our House, I Call It “Supervising”
I laughed aloud (for you younger readers, that’s how people said “LOL” back in the bad old days) at this anecdote from Abel and Haron’s blissful domesticity:
I’m out in the kitchen making dinner. Abel is on the phone to his mother in the next room, and I can hear him through the door:
“I’d better go, Mum; Haron’s cooking, I need to give her a hand.”
I wonder briefly why he thinks I need help stirring curry that’s come out of a jar; surely I’m not that inept.
Everything is explained when he strides into the room, yanks down my slightly-too-large tracksuit bottoms along with my knickers, and gives me several firm, crisp smacks. I hold on to the stirring spoon to keep myself from ending up face-first in the bubbling curry.
“Is that your understanding of giving me a hand?” I ask, pulling my pants back up.
“Yeah. What, did you think I was going to help you?”
In our house, it’s a matter of having too many robust wooden spoons hanging about in the kitchen (where they don’t attract undue attention the way they would hanging about in the living room). I’ll wander in there when Bethie is cooking, and say “You need any help?”
She’ll look up at me from whatever task she has well in hand, and gaze at me with that facial expression that says in a friendly sort of way “Have you lost your freaking mind?”
“No, dear, I think I’ve got it. Anyway, what would you do?”
At which point I usually grab a handy spoon and smack away at a handy bottom. I get bonus points if it’s a spoon she’s using for food, because apparently butt oil can transmute itself right through two layers of clean cotton.
“Hey, what are you doing, I’m cooking here!”
“And I’m supervising.”