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Greg from Red Hot Video Productions was good enough to send along this great spanking image. He says it came from a postcard sold on eBay:
I like the way she’s tied down, and the vigorous effort the man with the flail is bringing to his work. Thanks, Greg!
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Bad Bad Baby (whose comment on the last post led me to her blog) has a real neat post up about how she learned the downside of giving a smartmouthed “no” to a man who has both a paddle and all the privileges that go along with it:
Monday night at bedtime MrMan informs me that he’s gonna fuck me like i haven’t ever been fucked before. i wasn’t really feelin it…i wasn’t feelin so great. i smartmouthed him and told him basically that i wasn’t gonna let him have it. big mistake.
he had me on my tummy faster than you can say ‘no, please’ proceeded to smack me twice with our new paddle. HARD! i felt tears sting my eyes and i looked at him to see just how serious he was. he wasn’t playing around. i felt myself slipping under and letting go. i relaxed my body because i knew i was going to be punished. he smacked me at least 10 times on each ass cheek until i was just barely breathing. then he made me turn on my back and he smacked me hard on the insides of my thighs. this was a new one for me and it hurt a lot more than i thought it would, but it made me so damn horny! i had this thought in the back of my mind that i wanted him to spank my pussy but i couldn’t really say anything at the time. maybe next time.
he made me turn back onto my stomach and he wouldn’t let me watch what he was doing. he grabbed my panties and ripped them down my body. he told me how i had huge welts on my ass and how he couldn’t wait to fuck me. i waited for another spanking on my ass and i could feel my body tensing up in anticipation. when the paddle came down on the back of my thigh and then quickly to the other thigh i was sure i would cry…but he quickly made me forget that by paddling me hard and fast across the most tender spots on my ass that he had set afire just minutes before.
Now that gives the term “smartass” a whole new connotation! Of course, MrMan got what he wanted. And everybody went to sleep happy.
Poor Vikki. Apparently she doesn’t have anybody to give her a flogging right now, and she sounds like she needs one in the worst way:
I miss the sting of the flogger; while I am far from a pain slut, there was something soothing, challenging, and incredibly fuckably sexy about presenting my ass for a good flogging. Particularly when tied standing up, facing a wall. Soothing, because it was good and solid contact, making me deliciously aware of my body. Challenging, to take the pain and turn it into pleasure, to fight the instincts of my body to curl up on itself and instead work through the pain – like how a good workout feels. And incredibly fuckably sexy, because in spite of what efforts I put forth, I’m deliciously aware that I am naked and they are not, they are watching my body’s reactions to every stroke, and whether I want them to or not, they’re likely aware of just how wet my pussy is getting.
Of course, it’s sexier and hotter still when they pause to slide their fingers into my pussy, just to make sure. Making small comments about how wet I am. The shame and the pain and the contact brings high colour to my cheeks and makes me whimper. Body on fire.
Yup, she needs one all right. But as the rest of her post makes clear, you can’t get what she needs from just any old guy with a flogger.
I’ve noticed that lots of the BDSM-themed blogs I link to (and many more of the ones those blogs link to) are characterized by a great deal of relationship drama, stress, and unhappiness. Not all of them, by any means, but lots. I’ve never been entirely sure why this was so.
Perhaps this unattributed quote (found at Mistress Matisse’s place) sheds some light on the subject:
“There are really two kinds of submissives in the world: those who believe they don’t deserve any better, and those who believe they don’t deserve any less.”
I think much of the drama is generated by the first sort, and by the partners they settle for. In my experience, women of low self-esteem are hard to maintain happy stable relationships with, no matter how much you cane them.
On the other hand, Bethie is very much the second sort (although she’s not precisely “a submissive” as we tend to use the word.) She knows what she wants and she knows she’s worth it — for which I am more thankful than mere words can say.
One of the reasons blogging has been light lately is that I have been building a directory of links to web resources on figging. If any of you have figging links I’ve missed, please feel free to help me out by leaving the URLs in the comments.
The folks from Mood Pictures (the Hungarian severe caning movie house whose other movies I reviewed back in March) recently sent along their newest DVD release, called Martial Law. It’s their best effort yet, and I recommend it highly to folks who like authentic, severe caning videos. This screencap will give you the flavor:
The plot is simple enough that the Hungarian language with English subtitles was not a problem. A blonde female sergeant “tortures” a cute prisoner (by caning her lightly, shown in flashback) who turns out to be a secret agent who should not have been so abused. That part of the movie is swiftly done. Although the prisoner/spy does not get caned very hard, she’s posed very prettily on a chair and in bondage, so it’s visually quite fun.
Our blonde sergeant is of course tried (in the best police state one-minute fashion) and, after she confesses, is sentenced to an immediate 100 strokes with a cane.
She’s forced to strip and kneel in an imposing steel caning frame that forces her to lean forward over a padded bar. She’s tied by her wrists, as well as at her knees in a way that holds her legs spread far apart. She’s pretty enough and this very revealing and vulnerable pose will appeal to every bondage fetishist.
Then the caning starts. What can I say? The rest of the movie consists of her getting a hundred strokes. And they are mostly hard strokes. The female “executioner” starts off very strong — I remember thinking “If she goes on like that, she’ll make mincemeat of that poor girl before she gets to 100.” She eventually calms down a bit, but not before our blonde sergeant is gasping and shaking and crying.
The best part of the movie is its focus on the face of the girl getting caned. She’s no actress, and her reactions made it clear that she felt every stroke most keenly.
However, folks who want marks won’t be disappointed. The executioner is all over the place with that cane, from low on the thighs to the middle of victim’s back. A few bright red welts appear right away and by about the middle of the caning, her bottom and thighs are puffy and swollen from slightly-less-severe raised (but not too red) welts.
There were also a few pauses for a female “doctor” to examine the girl being caned. This doctor’s contribution to the movie: She did not appear to be wearing any pants or panties (or anything else) under her white doctor coat.
All in all, I was very entertained by the whole thing. Bethie also liked it, although she kept exclaiming in sympathy and putting her hands over her face (and then peeking through the fingers). A simple film, but with authentic caning and nice posing.
Thanks again to the folks from Mood Pictures for the review copy.
When I was twelve or thirteen, one of those pulpy trash “Girl Gang” novels fell into my hands. You know the type, with lurid covers promising sex that’s not actually in the book, plus a tall tale about implausible juvenile delinquent girls doing all manner of non-sexual criminality. I remember quite vividly a scene in which a girl was (as the kids put it these days) “jumped in” to the gang by being viciously whipped with a wet leather belt. Several girls pulled her clothes off and held her down while the gang leader soaked her belt in a bucket of water, and then beat her quite a lot.
Of course I haven’t thought of that book in a couple of decades, until this police blotter entry came to my attention:
Two 16-year-old Urbana boys were arrested on charges of aggravated battery and mob action midday Monday. According to an Urbana police report, the two boys beat a 14-year-old girl with a belt, while a 17-year-old Urbana boy spanked a 15-year-old Urbana girl in Carle Park.
Mob action? Sounds like copspeak for gang activity in a jurisdiction that hasn’t updated its lingo since Prohibition. But it’s a rare thing to hear about a spanking incident, consensual or not, involving nobody but teens. I wonder what the full story is?
The story is sourced to the February 21/2001 Daily Illini in Champaign, IL. (I’m not, however, including a link to the site where Google turned up the reference. The reference comes from the archives of one of those virulent anti-spanking outfits, and they’d doubtless get all up in arms about “perpetuating the cycle of violence” or some such nonsense if they started getting hits from a site that fails to condemn adult spankings for pleasure.)