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Bethie is starting to get caught up on blogging about the spanking goodies that were under our Christmas tree this year. I have particularly had fun with the two paddles made by John at Leather Thorn:
We have always enjoyed his work. Thanks, John!
The almost manic look of enthusiasm in the spanking girl’s eyes in these vintage photos is what caught my attention. Do you think she’s into it?
From Usenet.
Despite the fact that a flogging between two posts is about as traditional as these things get (meaning, has the potential to be boring) the whipping shots in this shoot from Sex And Submission seem more dynamic, and thus more interesting, than usual:
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A spanking excerpt from a bondage and sex story linked at Bondage Blog:
When the men had taken all the pictures they wanted, she was untied from the bed and frog-marched naked into the main part of the hut where the other women were.
She was bent over the back of a hard backed wooden chair in the centre of the room, in full view of the other girls. Her ankles were tied to the two rear legs of the chair, while her arms were stretched out and tied to the front legs. The girl’s shapely arse was displayed in its full glory in this position, and at the mercy of the men. Mind you fucking her from the rear at this point, was the last thing on our minds, we had a more just punishment lined up for this mouthy girl.
One of the men slipped his thick leather belt out of the loops of his trousers and approached the girl’s rear. With a loud crack, he brought the leather down across her shapely buttocks, crack, another blow and then another. Tears started to flow from the girl’s eyes at the three stinging blows across her rump. He then walked in front of her, and with a hand under her jaw, he raised her face up to look at him. He told her that they were about to release her gag, and that if she cried out at all, or if she struggled and refused their requests, she would be immediately re-gagged and that she would feel the belt until her buttocks and thighs were red raw.
Nodding her understanding and acknowledgement of the instructions, the man removed her gag. She started to ask why this was happening, only to receive a sharp blow across her shoulders from his belt, cutting off any further attempts to speak.
While the man stood menacingly at the side of her, where she could not fail to see the vicious belt poised in his hands, another man stood in front of her face and dropped his underpants to expose his semi swollen penis. She was forced to take it in her mouth and suck him off. As the penis expanded to its full size the man grabbed hold of the sides of her head and started to deep throat her with long hard strokes, as she gagged for breath. When the first guy had shot his load down the throat of that cutting mouth, I stepped forward for a turn.
Giving the Corporal a few moments to stop gagging from the first mouth fuck, I offered my swollen prick to her mouth. She was reluctant at first to put her lips around its swollen head, but another sharp crack of the belt across her buttocks by the man with the belt, soon got her moving again.
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So, I was Googling around looking for bull pizzle whips, and since there were no useful results in English, I got bored and started using the Google translator to give me synonyms for “whip” in various languages. I wound up searching for “плетки” in the Russian version of Google images. Did I expect to find pizzle whips this way? Hardly. But I figured I’d find something fun.
As indeed I did!
Allow me to present a group of what seem to be bachelor-party entertainers out of Krasnoyarsk. They’re very cute and easy on the eyes, they work under the name The Show Ballet, and here we have them doing a whip dance:
And that, my friends, is what I call search engine serendipity.
Here’s a detail from another of the old adventure covers, this one starring a kneeling blonde in a fur-trimmed bikini and an evil whip-wielding villain:
Here’s the whole cover:
Tyrant and Slave-Girl On Planet Venus, baby!
I found this one on Usenet.
No, you did not hear that right. It’s not a bundt pan. It’s not even a bun pan, although that’s closer. No, ladies and gentlemen, it’s a butt pan, which this enterprising spanko girl has brought along to serve her as armor:
From Spank Roomies via Le journal de la fessée.
Sing it with me: “Romans came across The Channel, all wrapped up in tin and flannel…”
(Update: edited to better credit the pic.)