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I suppose this could work. But I think it would make better spanking porn than it would actual fitness training:
Although I suppose if you ran it naked boot camp style, and issued the drill instructors actual paddles and straps, you might get some results.
Here’s a very old vintage spanking postcard image, featuring a mortar-board wearing professor and an obviously-naughty student:
From Usenet.
Picture this in your mind’s eye:
A woman sits upright, hands tied above, legs tied, thighs held apart.
Camera closeup: male fingers thread a cane through a pair of rings that pierce her labia.
Camera pulls back: we see the cane across the top of her thighs, pulling and stretching out her pussy lips.
A man with a large and powerful vibrator runs it along the cane…
In a nutshell, that’s what happens in this shoot from the new Device Bondage website, which specializes in the hard core use of kinky toys and dungeon furniture.
It’s certainly an innovative use of the cane, and one I’d never thought of.
Amber has been playing with clothespins:
I headed for the bedroom, with the baby playing peacefully downstairs. My favorite place for clothespins is my butt, actually, especially where it curves down into the valley towards the center, so I placed four there, and one on each of my nether lips. It hurt and burned, which translates into “felt just right.” I knelt in front of the bed, as if for a spanking, digging my face into the mattress, and pushed my fingers between the pins. The pinching pain, combined with my finger hurrying up and down my clitoris, brought on the waves of pleasure in no time. Can’t wait to try them with my husband next to me.
Here’s an except from one of those fine spanking stories being serialized over at A Taste Of The Birch. It’s in the grand tradition of the unwelcome tutor taming unpleasantly indolent young ladies, and it illustrates one of the most common mistakes of the unwilling spankee in fiction (as perhaps in life). It’s never smart to cuss and insult the man who has you bared and upside down over his knee. As they say, it will surely end in tears:
Redoubling my grip on Cynthia’s wrists, I raised the sole and dealt her a sharp noisy smack across the lower summit of her right arse-cheek, followed by one in the same place on her other globe. Her body stiffened, arched and jerked, and a shrill yell of pained and frustrated rage tore from her.
“Owwww! You hurt me, you bastard! You stop it, you pull my knickers back up immediately, do you hear me?”
“Oh, I hear you quite clearly, Miss Cynthia. And in reply you shall hear the sole whacking against your bottom until you have learned your lesson,” I responded. I then began to spank her elegant patrician arse, amusing myself to bring the sole down here and there on her behind with no particular pattern, so she would have no way of preparing herself and anticipating the next spank.
Her body jerked and lunged and threshed itself all over my lap. She continued her baleful threats, interspersing them with foul curses which really shocked me to discover that a seventeen year old girl could abase the English language so dreadfully. This spanking was more than a little overdue and perhaps I was a little over enthusiastic in my application of the sole, but her insolence had really infuriated me.
By the time I reached twenty, she had somewhat forgotten her curses and threats and was begging for mercy but I ignored all that and continued to administer the sole with grim determination. Unrelentingly, now beginning to alternate on the cheeks from left to right, starting at the tops of the hips and working down to the base of her spacious oval arse, I applied the spanker with rigorous, noisy swipes which soon created a flaming, darkening pattern of burning pain all across her voluptuous young bottom.
“I am sorry to be so harsh with you this very first time, Miss Cynthia, but I will not accept rudeness and insolence from anyone, particularly from a mere snip of a girl who has a keen mind but refuses to use it, except to ridicule and deride,” I lectured, keeping the spanker pressed across the reddening cheeks of her squirming bare arse as I paused to determine what effect this chastisement was having on the rebellious young culprit.
“You brute, you bloody bastard, you’ll pay for this – you’ll see – oooo, you’re hurting me – you’re hurting me awfully!” her young ladyship hysterically denounced me. But since she was still rebellious, I decided to continue. It was the only way to get through to her, it would appear.
The spanker rose and fell five times, all over the plumpest parts of both reddening arse cheeks, delivered in vertical swipes which cracked noisily against the shuddering flesh of her elegant bottom. Her moans and howls were music to my ears and more than repaid me for all the insolent nastiness she had accorded me since our introduction. After about forty five spanks, I paused again and asked her if she thought she could now be more of a lady and pursue her lessons with somewhat less hostility and more concentration. She cried out again, “You can go to hell, you bloody pig! I’d die before I’d do anything for you!”
I could not let her challenge go unanswered. The spanker resumed its work, and once again Miss Cynthia Dartman’s howls and yells rang out clamorously in the study. Her hips swerved so violently that at times she nearly fell off my lap, and I had to lay the spanker down and put my right hand on the edge of her right hip to restore her to the proper position across my body. Then, readjusting the clamp of my right leg over her upper calves, and noticing with wry amusement that her knickers had worked down past her knees and were twisted, I resumed the spanking.
Now I struck diagonally, and at times over the narrow, amber crease that separated the oval globes of her behind, so as to pinch those luscious hillocks together and cause her the utmost pain. Her voice began to break with sobs and was raucous from all her screaming but she was no longer cursing me. She was wailing plaintively that she was in mortal pain, that I was killing her, that she couldn’t take any more. I gave her ten more good ones, well spaced, at each of which she screamed out again for mercy, and then once again I pressed the tip of the leather sole against the crease of her bottom-globes and demanded, “Are you willing to accept my authority now and work to improve your scholastic marks, Miss Cynthia? Or do you want a dose of the cane?”
“Aaaagh no not the cane! Oh you’ve killed me – I can’t stand any more – I’ll do whatever you want – ohhhh you have really hurt me -ohhh let me go!” she blubbered.
The internets are stocked for your viewing pleasure with a zillion web girls (camgirls, what the porn industry calls “solo girls” because of the type of websites they have, and aspiring adult starlets of all types) who are fundamentally vanilla but who end up competing, day to day, to do kinky stuff in order to get attention. When they attempt to “spank” each other, it’s not usually all that convincing. But that doesn’t mean it’s not decorative!
You’re looking at Faith from In Bed With Faith kneeling up beside Juliet from Get Dirty With Juliet (who, apparently, likes to take showers in her underwear). Unusual personal habits aside, don’t they make a cute pair?
So, fancy a bit of spanking?
They do, they do:
Was ever there more blonde fun on one couch?
