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Here’s a busy and eye-catching piece of artwork for you. It looks like a Turkish (?) scene of judicial punishment, with a man bound for the bastinado, a young lady tied for a caning, and another lass kneeling on the floor en dishabille, clutching at her welts:
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I’ve fulminated before against kinky people who think that their own level of kink is just peachy, but are quick, even eager, to condemn other kinky people who may take the game a little further. Normally I just laugh, but when these kinky prudes graduate from mere condemnation and start trying to marginalize and silence other kinky people by stirring up an attempted de-linking campaign, I tend to get pissed off.
Today I received a form letter that’s evidently going out to multiple kinky bloggers. The form letter came from a known blog-spammer (someone I’ve placed on permanent moderation because he’s repeatedly tried to comment on this blog with trivial lightweight comments that seem designed mostly to promote his own blog link). The new spam says (with my comments in italicized curly brackets):
I am contacting you about a site you are trading links with. {Lie. I’ve never linked to the site in question. This, plus the lack of a personalized salutation, flags the email as a mass mailing campaign.} I have been advised by adult webmasters everywhere NOT to do what I am doing, {advice that should have been taken} but I feel I simply must do this. I have been told this is going to hurt my own website more then anything, {one can only hope} but I still feel I must contact about this matter. I believe others will get hurt and are getting hurt because of a blog you are linking to. {Only I’m not linking to it, see? Bah, I hate peasants with torches and pitchforks, they’ll say anything to get a good lynching going.} Being involved in the BDSM lifestyle I think its important that others are safe over top of the success of my website. {And who appointed our poison pen letter writer the arbiter of what is safe?}
The blog I am referring to is that of {Deleted. If I saw a man trying to rouse a lynch mob against the devil himself, I’d hide Old Scratch in my woodpile. I purely hate mobs}. This blog is purely commercial claiming to be a real life bdsm slave. {And the writer knows this how? The commercial part, well sure, but I run ads myself and don’t hold that against a person. And if she claims to be a real life BDSM slave, it would take a real goon to say “you’re not a real slave”. Who died and made this guy the BDSM pope?} Typically i don’t have a problem with this, {Why, how generous!} however in this case the author of the blog is claiming she is there to give advice to real bdsm lifestylers. The advise she promotes is NOT safe, sane, and consensual {Says who? Oh, yah, that’s right, I forgot this guy was the BDSM pope.} as is typically the case in BDSM lifestyle websites. Rather this author is promoting violence and abuse. {Again, says who? One man’s violence and abuse is another woman’s hottest fantasy. Our correspondent, the censorious prude, doesn’t get a vote, unless he’s personally on one or another end of the whip. In fact, from what I can see, it’s none of his business. I haven’t linked to the blog in question because the lady’s slavery is described as being rather more abject than I find hot. But that’s between her and her master, and none of anybody else’s concern.} Lifestylers are finding her blog, commenting that they can’t wait to learn from her, and all in all they are not the porn seekers she needs to generate money from. {So? They are adults, they can read and think for themselves. There’s really rather a glut of bad BDSM advice on the market. Trouble is, no two people agree on exactly which advice is the bad stuff. What makes this guy’s opinions special?}
This means a lot of people are following her advise and getting involved in abusive relationships and believing this is normal. {Really? Do we know these “lot of people”? Do they have names? Or are we just speculating?} I am asking those sites trading links with this blog to either stop the link trade, or make mention of the fact her blog is strictly fantasy. {Ah, here we are with the attempt to marginalize or silence the kind of kink the letter-writer doesn’t like. And by the way, what’s wrong with fantasy? If I refused to link to blogs containing fantasy, my blogroll would get skinnier in a hurry. Not that there’s any way to tell in particular cases.} I don’t want her site to be unsuccessful, {Um, obviously that’s untrue. Why don’t these prudes ever nut up and admit they are waging a campaign of marginalization and attempted shunning?} but at the same time I don’t want others believing she is a serious lifestyler to get hurt because of it. {I’m so glad we have this Holy Pope of BDSM to define for others what “getting hurt” means, and to try and save them from it whether or not they want to be saved.} I would like to trade links with your site myself, {That was never likely after the comment spamming} however not unless I am assured that this email is not going to affect a future link trade between our sites. {Oh, it doubtless would, but for the fact that usually I don’t “trade” links anyway.} Would you be willing to trade links with me, {Er, that would be a “No”} and more importantly would you either let others no her blog is purely fantasy {Er, no again, and so what if it is?} or stop the trade altogether? {You mean, take down the link I never had?}
Looking forward to a reply!
Happy to oblige. Here’s my reply: Piss off.
This vintage spanking photo caught my eye because the girl with the paddle has a seriously pretty face. From the staging, this doesn’t look like porn to me — more like an old college hijinks sort of photograph — but I don’t of course know anything about the circumstances:
Found, as usual, on Usenet.
Sometimes when I read about the adventures of Library Girl and Matt, I want to get up and sweep my apartment for video bugs. That could be my life! Have they been watching? And Matt — he’s me! Only I would know, I think, if I’d ever spanked a former stewardess, and I haven’t.
There’s nothing like a paddling to chase the Grrrs away. At least that’s Matt’s philosophy.
Mine too. Bethie says “Grrr” a lot, if I let her.
“I don’t need a spanking! I want to be Grr. It’s my right to be Grr! Stop interfering…” None of this helped any. I still got spanked, still got my panties pulled down. And because I was being such a grumpuskitty, I got paddled as well.
Well, of course! Beatings will continue until morale improves. I ought to get that as a tatoo, or something. Maybe a tee-shirt?
“Look at that. My butt is all red now.” I’m holding my skirt up, looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
“Where?” Matt walks into the bathroom, trying to look around me. I’m not letting him get anywhere near my bottom again…
“You don’t need to see it – look in the mirror…”
“I’ll look where I want to look…” *sigh* Dragged off to the bed again, to even out the redness. Apparently, he missed a spot.
Two points here. First, an invitation to inspect the “damage” (ha!) is always to be interpreted as a request for more spankings. She’s inviting sympathy (which she should not get) but if she’s playing with her welts or red marks or pink blush or whatever, she’s not ready to stop playing. More spanking is called for.
Second: uneven redness should always be evened up. Asymmetry is a sign of poor craftsmanship. Fortunately, it’s an easy problem to fix.
After lunch, sitting on the sofa. Most of the grumpiness was gone. But…
“I think you need another spanking…”
“No, I don’t… I know I don’t…”
Another spanking, with his hand. A quick one… lots of spanks, fast, and stingy. And then it is over, Matt is hugging me and going out the door, to go back to work.
And I am feeling better.
It’s amazing how much grumpiness can be cured with a few swift whacks. I dunno why it works, but damn! it sure does.
My jaw dropped this morning when I saw my first shoot from Sex And Submission. This brand new site (from the same folks who do the justly famous Hogtied bondage site) is just about the only porn I’ve ever seen to mix spanking, bondage, and hard-core explicit sex into one scene. For years in American porn, sex and bondage together were particularly taboo. Not any more!
Alas, I don’t tend to show the sexually explicit bondage sex stuff on this blog, but even from a demure frontal angle, isn’t this a hot bondage spanking photo? (Yes, her hands are tied behind her back.)
I think I’m really going to enjoy this one.
It seems like we’ve been fighting summer colds and other minor medical complaints for quite awhile, which has kept the spanking to a dull roar. Lack of energy, lack of playfulness, or lack of time, y’all know how it is.
And how it is, of course, is that when the spankings flag, Bethie gets just a wee bit fractious.
Which is why, when she came jumping naked on the bed yesterday for some snuggles after her shower, I had a couple of recent fractiousness episodes fresh in my mind. And then somehow (I forget the details) she said something that caused me to threaten to get up and get my favorite spatula. (It’s big, it’s heavy, it’s made in France.) “No!” she said just a little too sharply. “Not that nasty old thing!”
OK, fine. I’m nothing if not flexible. So I leaped up and got the Cracker Barrel Paddle. Several quick swats with that, and she’s squawking. “No, no, stoppit, stoppit, it’s too much!”
Who’s running this spanking, anyway?
No problem. It’s Brat Loop time!
Dang, that thing is a fine piece of spanking technology. I still haven’t used it with a full arm swing, but the day will come. Yesterday, I swung it hard and fast and repeatedly, but using only elbow and wrist. Bethie stopped squawking and turned her full attention to pounding on the bed with both fists. I had to tease her that it looked like she was trying to flap her wings and take off. Very quickly she was pleading with me to stop, but at least she no longer sounded like she was issuing instructions.
Not quite so quickly, I did stop — it was a pretty short spanking as such things go around here, but an Impression Seemed To Have Been Made. Used lightly, the Brat Loop didn’t make any immediate marks, but there was a substantial heat where it had been landing. After a few minutes, three or four curved puffy welts began to show at the edge of the strike zone.
Bethie spent much of the rest of the afternoon complaining about sore spots, and then pretending to be outraged at my cheerful “Excellent! That was the idea!” style rejoinders. And in between these mock complaints, snuggling up in most friendly fashion.
There’s a certain sort of young lady who likes to be grabbed by the ear and pulled into position for her spanking. But, judging by the expression on her face, Elisabeth Simpson is not such a young lady:
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