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In the best tradition of religious flagellation, here two cute young nuns have abandoned their modesty and taken up the scourge:
I’m sure there’s an iron-clad theological excuse for all this, but still I can’t shake the conviction that we are looking at one of the unintended consequences of those vows of chastity.
Just another treasure from Usenet.
This cute picture is from Girls Boarding School:
Taken from a gallery first seen over at Spank Slaves Spanking TGP.
I just found a really neat blog by a professional dominatrix (is that redundant?) with a lovely writing voice. Her current entry involves spanking the hell out of “a guy from Vermont with a sweet nature and a very tough ass”:
Vermont is a relatively new client to me – I think this was his third visit. I’m discovering that he’s quite delightfully masochistic, with a nice high pain threshold. When I’m with a new person, I’m so used to carefully modulating the level of physical intensity that when I began flogging his ass, it took me a few minutes to trust what I was seeing: that he could really take the heavier blows.
So I traded my soft suede flogger for a heavier, stiffer one. He took a few thumps with that and just smiled and wiggled his butt at me invitingly. Oh, this is going to be fun, I thought.
He took half an hour of pretty steady beating with my nastiest, meanest flogger. It’s got thick tails made out of rubber instead of the usual leather, and it bites – hard.
Definitely a worthy addition to the blogroll.
Yup, I broke my little cane. Not in a fun way like some people, either. Just picked it up to put it in a more appropriate place, gave it a flick to hear the nice “whick-whick” noise, and it snapped at the base of the suede-wrap handle.
Bethie wasn’t even home, sigh.
Now I need to get off the stick (so to speak) and order another one ASAP. Although it is springtime, so I suppose I could get by for awhile with a willow switch and a handful of fresh nettles.
Yup, it’s time to take Bethie for another walk in the woods.
Here’s a neat item of vintage spanking art:
Doesn’t the spankee girl here have the loveliest smile on her face?
Artwork is probably by Herric, aka Chéri Herouard.
Katy has a favorite oak paddle (well, she doesn’t put it in so many words, but you can just tell from how she writes about it) that needs a name. She’s soliciting suggestions.
I haven’t got a suggestion — I never have been one for naming my spanking toys — but you loyal readers are a creative lot, so why not go help Katy out?
There’s a fun article over at Clean Sheets entitled “The Makings of A Female Dominant“. Kris Fitch writes:
She told me she really enjoyed being sexually submissive. I had enjoyed being the submissive one in my past sexual relationships. But hearing her say it, and seeing her look up at me with those huge brown eyes, I knew I also had it in me to be the dominant one. Our playing continued to get more rough until one afternoon, I took her over my lap and spanked her with one hand while stroking her clit with the other. Her orgasm shook us both to the core. As she lay there panting and dripping over my thighs, my mind raced with the realization that I had turned spanking from something that existed only in the mind to a real sexual act.
It’s worth reading the rest.