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Here’s a quaint scene of bedroom punishment with a leather strap, viewed from the best possible angle:
From Real Spankings, one of the sites in the Real Spankings Pass family of spanking paysites.
Marcus at A Spanker’s View understands how birthday spankings are supposed to go, and he doesn’t mind doing what’s necessary to make sure his bratgirl gets the memo:
Penny woke up. I hadn’t awakened yet, but Penny was always mischievous. She had lowered the blanket and sheets so that my bare butt was exposed. Then she started to spank me!
Talk about a wake up call!
I was suddenly alert, and moving around to stop that. “What are you doing, wench?”
Brazenly, she announced, “Spanking you! It’s your birthday! I think you get 3* swats this year!”
I grinned. “I think you are right. Crawl over my lap now, Penny.”
“What? No, You get the swats this time. It’s your birthday!”
She was shocked as I pulled her over my naked lap. Her camisole slid up, but her bottom was as bare as it almost always was in bed with me…
I know a few of you more conservative spankos out there don’t play with floggers, or anything else that smacks (heh) of the whips-and-leather BDSM culture. But a lot of you do enjoy floggers. (I know Bethie prefers our flogger to most of our spanking toys, possibly excepting just a few of our friendlier leather paddles. )
So for you flogging fans out there, how would you like having this awesome wood-and-rope flogging frame in your bedroom?
I suppose it’s not everyone’s idea of bedroom decor, but I think it’s highly decorative. (Enhanced, to be sure, by the ample curves of model Sydnee Capri, but unless your decorator is very persuasive and your significant other very understanding, that probably won’t be happening.) You can see it “in action” at Hogtied.com:
And here’s another photo:
I want one.
There’s no question that digital cameras have revolutionized amateur erotic photography. With no developing service in the loop, and no film costs, it’s a lot more fun to snap pictures in the bedroom. Of course, there’s still the trust issue to manage between photographer and model, as shown in this anecdote from Bonnie:
When he decided I had received my fair share of swats, he directed me to stand in the corner. This is not one of our regular rituals. I suppose we’ve done it before as a kind of submissiveness test, but it’s been ages. At this point, I was feeling well spanked and in the mood for almost anything. I would much rather have moved straight to the bed, but for the time being, I was willing to play along.
So there I stood with my nose in the corner and my pants at my ankles. I could tell that Randy was enjoying the view, but this arrangement wasn’t doing much for me. He left the room for a moment with the instruction, “Stay right there.” When he returned, I thought I heard him chuckle. As soon as I turned to see, he commanded me to get my nose back in the corner. I decided the whole business was silly and pointless. Instead of making love, we’re doing what?
Flash!
For a split second, my little corner was brightly illuminated. That mumble-frumble took my picture while I was standing there like that! I totally didn’t know what to say.
Years ago, he took a lot of pictures of me. In those days, we used conventional film that had to be developed in a darkroom. We weren’t about to give those kind of pictures to a commercial service, so we did it ourselves. The funny part was that I knew how to develop photographs and he didn’t. As a result, there were a number of unflattering pictures that simply didn’t turn out. Oh well.
With the digital camera, the game has changed completely. It’s his and he shoots what he likes. I don’t like to have my picture taken, and least of all at a moment like that. He knows this, and until yesterday, had displayed admirable restraint.
I wanted to give Randy a piece of my mind for violating what I thought was an implicit understanding. But I just couldn’t. He was giddy about his digital study in pink. He told me that he was delighted by how well the picture turned out and wanted to show me. Reluctantly, I gazed at the tiny monitor on the back of his camera. Even at two inches square and blurry, I hated it.
“That never goes anywhere!” I insisted.
“Don’t worry. It’s in safe hands.” Cautiously, I believed him. “Until you leave me,” he continued, “Then I’ll post it on Flickr.”
This came to me without attribution. I like the gleam in her eye, and the way he seems to be yelling and carrying on:
This severe little bit of amateur-looking art went by on Usenet and caught my eye for its combination of innocence (her panties are still on!) and viciousness:
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Here’s a pretty exposed bondage posture that any girl should fear who’s earned a brisk caning:
She’s not wiggling out of that one! (But hey, it could always be worse!)
From Sex And Submission.