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In case I don’t get to update for awhile, I’ll leave you with this pretty and sore bottom. It belongs to Dana, one of the models for Pain Toy:
Now, isn’t that a pretty set of welts?
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I’ve been too busy lately to provide any nice long personal updates. And that’s only going to get worse. There’s a change in jobs going on here that’s good but complex, and some out-of-town family visiting, and more complications than you can shake a riding crop at. What it boils down to, though, is that posting will be very light during July, and there may be some lengthy gaps. Please rest assured that these are all the good kind of complications, and when the dust settles I will resume regular posting. This blog is too much fun, I promise I won’t let it become moribund.
Don’t make the mistake, however, of assuming I’ve been neglecting Bethie. On Sunday I fear I broke my favorite oakwood spatula on her. It’s broad and flat and thin with large round holes, but heavy enough to land with authority. Alas, after about six good spanking sessions, it separated along a grain line that passed through two of the holes, and fell into two sharp-edged pieces. Yesterday I was forced to fall back on our leather paddle and a bath brush. The hardship!
Here’s a nice spanking illustration with a classical Egyptian flavor to it:
From Usenet.
Invidia from The Collar Purple has finally turned her considerable kinky artistic skills toward the production of a short-but-wonderful caning comic called Keiko Gets The Cane. Everyone is instructed to ooh and ahh and rave and sweet-talk Invidia until she produces a sequel. Keiko Gets The Strap, anyone?
As every spanko knows, the inner thighs are very sensitive. Here’s a cartoon to make any subbie cringe:
This is from an old Mutrix publication, and it came with a story line involving an evil governess. The implement of punishment is a whalebone corset stay.
Thanks to a post by The Boss over at The Collar Purple, I’ve discovered Saucy Baggage, a new blog with lots of nice postings about spankings and “bedroom D/s”. (The site has another name, but I’m going with the blogspot URL because I don’t need search engine hits from kids searching for help with their homework.) I like the blog a lot, but I confess I was chuckling at Claire’s outrage:
We had quarreled earlier in the day and the matter was simmering on the back burner. A suddenly tells me to get rid of the sour face. Sour? I thought it was expressionless indifference! No sooner had I muttered some form of disdainful retort than he SLAPPED MY BOTTOM IN THE STREET! This happened once a couple weeks ago, as I mentioned in an earlier post, but then it was late at night, on a dark and deserted street, while tonight we were in full sight of everyone. There is no misunderstanding that public discipline is strictly out of the question. I was and am mortified, he knows it was horrible for me and is pretending it’s no big deal.
Of course it’s no laughing matter if negotiated limits were exceeded, but the way things work around here, that bottom slap would have been more than justified, and the resulting outrage would have been (from my perspective) a bonus. Sour faces, indifference, disdainful retorts — I’m surprised there wasn’t more spanking when she got home!
Dominance, even of a gentle mostly-bedroom variety, isn’t easy to turn off just because people might see. Since Claire does ask for tips, here’s one: If public discipline is to be strictly off limits, perhaps it would be best to be sweet and pleasant while in public? {grin}
I’m looking forward to Claire’s promised thoughts on the continuum between 24/7 vs. bedroom D/s, and on how the two can sometimes blend into each other in subtle ways.
Here’s an absolutely wonderful pair of old “French postcards” found on Usenet. First an overbearing official disturbs a most pleasant dalliance, and commences to write a ticket. If looks could kill, he’d be dead:
But then, it seems, an understanding is reached. “If monsieur wishes, perhaps this matter could be swiftly forgotten? Your trollops, of course, must be punished….”
There simply must be more postcards in this series. If anybody has images of them, I would dearly love to see them.