Whip Or Be Whipped

A strong sentiment strongly stated, yes. But perhaps one with some resonance, for the men among my readers who find that delivering frequent spankings helps maintain domestic harmony and universal good cheer in their households?

Just then the door opened and an attractive, stoutish, blonde girl entered. She had wise, kindly eyes, was dressed in black silk, and brought us cold meat and eggs with our tea. Severin took one of the latter, and decapitated it with his knife.

“Didn’t I tell you that I want them soft-boiled?” he cried with a violence that made the young woman tremble.

“But my dear Sevtchu—” she said timidly.

“Sevtchu, nothing,” he yelled, “you are to obey, obey, do you understand?” and he tore the kantchuk [whip] which was hanging beside the weapons from its hook.

The woman fled from the chamber quickly and timidly like a doe.

“Just wait, I’ll get you yet,” he called after her.

“But Severin,” I said placing my hand on his arm, “how can you treat a pretty young woman thus?”

“Look at the woman,” he replied, blinking humorously with his eyes. “Had I flattered her, she would have cast the noose around my neck, but now, when I bring her up with the kantchuk, she adores me.”

“Nonsense!”

“Nonsense, nothing, that is the way you have to break in women.”

“Well, if you like it, live like a pasha in your harem, but don’t lay down theories for me—”

“Why not,” he said animatedly. “Goethe’s ‘you must be hammer or anvil’ is absolutely appropriate to the relation between man and woman. Woman’s power lies in man’s passion, and she knows how to use it, if man doesn’t understand himself. He has only one choice: to be the tyrant over or the slave of woman. As soon as he gives in, his neck is under the yoke, and the lash will soon fall upon him.”

From Venus in Furs by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch.

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The Spanking Next Door

When we travel (which is frequently), Bethie tries to avoid hotel rooms with interconnecting doors. Sometimes when we wind up in such a room, she freaks out and stomps to the front desk to demand a change. More often, she’s just, shall we say, Not Pleased.

We don’t play a lot in hotel rooms, and when we do, her hotel spankings tend to be with the quiet-but-deadly toys, like the little bit of looped rattan that slides so easily into any luggage. Whereas, the spanking toys she tends to like the most are of the loud-and-slappy variety, such as big soft leather straps and paddles (doubtless, if she had her druthers, with bunny ears and fur on ’em, and cute cartoon characters). Although I think her hatred of connecting doors is primarily a security thing — she trusts “solid” walls more than any deadbolt lock ever devised — there’s no doubt sonic transmission is also on her mind.

I guess she just doesn’t want to be the couple in Room 766:

To the German couple in room 766:

Just because the adjoining door separating our rooms is locked, it doesn’t mean that your room is soundproof.

Yes, I have heard the slapping noises at regular intervals over the past 48 hours. Very clearly.

No, I don’t think you’re clapping something on the TV: it’s too regular, too drawn-out, and the plaintive little feminine yelps after each smack leave little to my experienced imagination.

Yes, young lady: when we emerged from our rooms at the same time and found ourselves waiting for the elevator together, I did think you’d look good in school uniform.

And yes, he is a lot older than you, isn’t he?

No, please don’t stop. I’m sure she deserves it.

I’m sure Abel is too much of a gentleman to smirk knowingly in the corridors, but alas not all hotel guests and staff are so understanding.

Nifty Spanking Graffiti

This may be my favorite bit of graffiti evar. A surly young lady getting a panties-down spanking:

spanking graffiti

From Strenger Lehrer.

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Viciously Caned Boob

A bamboo cane is not a nice and friendly tool for use in spanking and punishing large natural breasts:

vintage breast caning photo

That’s gotta smart!

From Usenet.

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Spanking Bench With Foot Stocks

Wouldn’t one of these be really really handy?

holly wellin gets her toes caned and tickled in the stocks

Hogtied.com model Holly Wellin has cute toes (if I may say so), and though I don’t think she’s at any risk of having her feet seriously caned, the full shoot makes it clear she’s getting them well tingled.

But the bench with foot stocks, I want for the tickling potential.

Kink Is For The “Mature”

One must face facts. I’m just plain getting too old to hang out at with the cool kids at the clubs, and I know it.

Now here’s a spanking cartoon that makes me feel much better about that whole issue:

kinky maturity

See, it’s not “getting old”, it’s “maturity”!

Spanking To Orgasm, 1970-Style

I don’t know anybody who argues that Robert Heinlein’s I Will Fear No Evil is one of his better novels. But, despite pacing issues and a certain lack of action, I enjoyed it the first time I read it, a great many years ago. And, of course, it had a spanking scene, or you wouldn’t be seeing it mentioned here:

He stepped to the wall and squeezed down the intercom to zero, then said gently, ‘Get dressed, dear.’

‘I won’t! If we leave now, you’ll have to stuff me into the car bare naked.’

He sighed and picked her up; she stopped crying and looked suddenly happy.

The expression did not last. He turned her in his arms as he sat down on a straight chair, got a firm grip on her, and walloped her right buttock. She yelped. And struggled.

He got her more firmly, placing his right leg over both of hers, and applied his hand smartly to her left cheek. Then he alternated sides, stopping with ten. He set her on her feet and said, ‘Get dressed, dear. Quickly.’

She stopped and rubbed the punished area. ‘Yes, Jake.’

Neither said another word until he had handed her into the car, climbed in after her, and they had been locked in. Then she said timidly, ‘Jake? Will you hold me?’

‘Certainly, darling.’

‘May I take my robe off, please? Will you take it off me?’

With the robe out of the way she sighed and snuggled in. After a bit she whispered, ‘Jake darling? Why did you spank me?’

It was his turn to sight. ‘You were being difficult … and it is the only thing I know of which will do a woman any good when a man can’t do for her what she needs. And right then – I couldn’t.’

‘I see. I think I do.’

She remained quiet a while, enjoying his arms around her and breathing against his chest.

‘Jake?’

‘Yes, Eunice?’

‘I didn’t really mind being spanked by you. Even when I was crying. But — Well, I’m padded now — Built to take an spanking. And when you are spanking me, you aren’t ignoring me — and any attention is better than none. And besides –‘ She hesitated.

‘Besides what, Eunice?’

‘Well, I don’t know — but I think it happened.’

‘What happened?’

‘Female orgasm. Well, maybe. I don’t know what one is supposed to feel like. But while I was crying — and hurting; you have a heavy hand, sir — suddenly I felt very warm inside and something seemed to grow and explode — that’s the best I can describe it. And I was ecstatically happy an didn’t mind the last few wallops, hardly noticed them. Was that a female orgasm?’

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