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Fans of the legendary comic artist Robert Crumb and his large women will enjoy this spanking drawing he did:
Found at this Fantagraphics page advertising the R. Crumb Sketchbooks. Thanks to Fiona for sending me the link!
This nifty vintage drawing (which looks like an illustration from one of those men’s adventure magazines) I found over on AngelBrat’s new blog, which is well worth a visit. What’s fun is that she’s wearing hip waders (one for the rubber fetishists!) but he’s sitting on a boulder with his feet in the water wearing slacks and (presumably) soggy shoes:
You’ve got to wonder what the scenario is here. Was he sitting on the bank minding his own business when she splashed him with water and a merry insult? Or is this a domestic discipline scenario? “I’ve told you and told you, no trout fishing until the laundry is done!”
On the figging Google Group associated with Figging.com, a fellow posted the following very enthusiastic comment on the practice of figging and spanking:
I do find figging’s REAL BIG with hot female subs who love to be awesomely totally controlled. I can’t say I’ve ever met one who’s begged me to fig her, but after I’ve done it, there’s never been a time that a sub isn’t eating-out-of-my-hand, sucking-my-toes, eating-out-my-asshole, and nurture-sucking-my-cock afterwards… like a female dog in severe heat!
The ass wiggling show you get while the root is in her is an incredibly horny sight. To think that someone would go this far and cause an ass to writhe, wiggle, dance, shake, and clench while all the while hearing the sub beg for it’s removal — and I mean BEG –is about as kinky as it gets! Then stand back, giggle loudly, take a crop and spank that ass with some hard whacks and watch the fireworks fly!
Your girl will reach a totally different level of respect for you — guaranteed never to deny you a thing in bed or anywhere else again in life! Just the mention of the fig will cause her to stand at attention wondering if this will be the time she gets it again!
Of course, your mileage may vary.
Nice dynamic impact shot in this spanking vidcap from Girls Boarding School:
Here’s a link to some caning art, featuring a young lady tied to the bedposts face up with cane welts all over her front. It’s just a link because the action is a little more harsh than I usually feature in my images here. Click at your own risk.
From Bondage Blog.
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This closed comments nuisance is turning into a plague. If I can’t comment on a blog without jumping through too many hoops, it’s pretty pointless to link to it, so I just had to pull a new spanking blog that I like off my blogroll. It’s too frustrating to read a blog, decide to comment, and then find that my comment isn’t welcome.
And no, I’m not going to get a blogger account so I can post comments on these blogs. I’ve got too many passwords already.
Grrr.
At a fairly tender age this scene from Richard Adam’s book “Maia” made a notable impression on me:
The punishment referred to by Terebinthia and Occula as “whipping” was in actuality seldom or never inflicted with a whip, for the bodies of slave-girls of the quality owned by the High Counselor were far too valuable to be scarred or lacerated. Terebinthia’s normal practice — of which he, as a connoisseur, approved, finding it fully as enjoyable as whipping — was to administer a sound smacking on the rump with a broad strip of leather about twenty inches long and perhaps an eighth of an inch thick. As an amusing adjunct to this spectacle Sencho, whose natural pruriency delighted above all in seeing women indecently degraded, had himself designed and had made a special block for the culprit.
This consisted of a life-sized figure, carved in black wood, of a naked grinning savage reclining on its back, the two hands cupped in front of the face to form a kind of perch or saddle. The girl to be punished, having been stripped, was compelled to crouch astride this figure, facing its feet, her buttocks elevated and her groin supported on its hands. In this position, and effectively gagged — for the figure was realistically complete in its semblance of carnal arousal — she presented a charming and elegant spectacle of humiliation which never failed to afford Sencho the keenest enjoyment.
During the smacking of Meris, which Terebinthia, herself stripped to the waist for greater freedom, carried out with brisk and pleasing vigor, the High Counselor, his couch placed close beside the girl, lay watching in blissful silence. From time to time, signing to Terebinthia to pause, he would stretch out a fat arm to caress Meris’s thighs, himself trembling with frissons of delicate, cultured pleasure. Indeed, so intense was his delight that he could scarcely bring himself to tell Terebinthia to desist, consenting at length only when the saiyett had respectfully pointed out that the girl was, after all, very valuable.
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