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I’ve seen this artwork before, there’s a whole series featuring turban-wearing sadists in European clothing styles. I think the artist may be “Carlo” and the art dates to the 1930s:
This one found at Bondage Blog.
Update from the comments: Artist is actually Rene Giffey. Thanks!
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She’d ask you herself, but she’s shy that way.
Proof, from “The I in Team” episode:
Willow (about Buffy): Guess she’s out with Riley. You know what it’s like with a spanking new boyfriend.
Anya (re: Xander): Yes, we’ve enjoyed spanking.…
Buffy (about Riley’s lunch selection): … A Twinkie! That’s his lunch? Oh, he is so gonna be punished.
Willow: Everyone’s getting spanked but me.
You know how it looks when you whack a couch cushion or something like that with a cane? And the impression that’s left in the knap of the fabric shows the cane stripe?
Well, these pictures of a girl getting caned in a plush (and tight!) running suit show “welts” like that:
Via Spank Slaves.
Here’s a very debauched monk, courtesy of Vintage Lust. The artist is Aroldo Bonzagni, and I think he may also have drawn this nun whipping art I posted in July.
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Well, duh. You knew that, already.
But from the electric smile on this young lady’s face as she works over Rosaleen Young’s bottom, it might be a fairly recent discovery for her:
However, it is my considered opinion that both of them have too many clothes on.
I really like the non-standard — but very effective! — bondage position for this whipping:
Kaya gets the best hate mail. It’s a pity (although, too, probably a mercy) that her master keeps her on a tight leash when it comes to acknowledging or responding to it. Because when she does, look out:
You think you’ve got me “all figured out” from the blurbs you read? You think that you are going to save me from myself?
You could not be more wrong. I’m saving myself, with no help from do-gooders like you. The only abuse that I ever suffer in my life right now is from anonymous assholes sitting on a high horse of morality with no clue about ME, no clue about what makes me happy, judging me from afar. People like you.
I do not cry anymore, at least not for the same reasons that I cried while lying in a puddle of shame on the bathroom floor so many years ago. I cry now for other reasons, reasons far beyond your tiny mind’s ability to fathom. I cry in relief because there is *nothing* wrong with me, I am not flawed, I am not sick, I am not demented. I cry because I’m living the life I dreamed about for so long. I cry because I’m incredibly lucky, because other people that I know want what I have, because they are still masturbating in shame and I am not. I cry because I have someone who knows every single dark thing about me and He loves me for it. Not in spite of it, and He doesn’t love me “anyway”, He loves me because I am exactly who and what I am. And that is a priceless gift, in any relationship, bdsm or vanilla.
I cry out of extreme happiness and satisfaction. I cry from the pain that I crave. Pain that I need, that I seek out. Pain that makes me feel alive and joyful, that makes life colorful and amazing and wonderful.
And I cry because He loves me more than life itself and that’s an awesome feeling.
I hope that someday you can understand it. Before you make someone else ashamed of being who they are. Deeming what is acceptable for another person is really quite wrong of you. Incredibly so.
The only one who should be ashamed here is you.
Celebratory in-yer-face bonus link: In one post, Kaya asks what’s the big deal about face-slapping, and then shows pictures of her “ass of weapons destruction” cutting a sticky swathe (in any military operation like this, there’s bound to be a few minor abrasions) through a pile of her master’s favorite spanking toys.