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Here’s an entertaining erotic spanking illustration (via Usenet) showing a frolic at one of those infamous masked balls:
The image is from 1925 and the artist is Eugene Reunier.
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The Boss has a fun new spanking story up over at The Collar Purple. It’s called “The Harem” and it goes something like this:
He shook his head, “I see your first lesson will come sooner than I had anticipated!” In a flash, he had both her wrists held tightly in one hand. Ignoring her ineffectual struggles, he dragged her over to a marble pillar. What she had taken for decorations on either side of the column turned out to be gilded manacles. She was bound to them in a trice, her face pressed against the cool stone.
“Pray that you are not a poor student, dearest Ellen, or you shall be bound to the pillar on many more occasions!”
Patricia tried to remain calm, but couldn’t keep the pleading out of her voice. “P-please! I’m sure this isn’t necessary. My husband will do whatever it takes to free me, Omar.”
“Ah, so you are not so quick to learn after all? On to your education!”
The amateur agent heard something move through the air, a high quiet sound that made her tense in anticipation. A blazing brand of fire ignited her buttocks, causing her to cry out,”Please, no, I cannot take it!”
“You are soft, woman! The youngest of my children can take a dozen like that without a sound.” He swung the cane twice in quick succession causing to yell again though she tried to be silent. She pulled on the manacles but they held her in place for each merciless stroke. Again and again the instrument came down, sending pain shooting through her body.
And of course there’s a yummy illustration by Invidia, although for some reason it’s not on the story page yet. You’ll find it in the 4.18.04 blog entry announcing the story.
Here’s a “serious” BDSM smiley / emoticon (eroticon?) for y’all:
Lisa at Lessons Learned tells us about her session on Ms. Patty:
After the kids left on Sunday night, M. set out to prove to me that he can make Ms. Patty fun if he sets out to do it, maybe. He used my favorite paddle for what felt like forever, at a pace I could handle, until I was flying high. But then he got out the damn fiberglass evil stick, which should be illegal.
C’mon, Lisa, don’t hold back. Tell us how you really feel about that stick….
Remember Rosaleen Young, last seen in this space standing in a bathtub getting her well-spanked bottom washed with her wet undies still on? No, it didn’t make a lot of sense, but it was sort of fun. So’s this picture of her.
Clearly, nobody is sparing the rod where this young lady is concerned!
So Philip at Hot Action was having a pretty good night, and it just kept getting better:
I came at the exact same point on the CD both times–in the middle of track 13, “Closing Question,” just before the sampled voice says “Play me a funky-ass bassline.”
“That must be the average duration of the sexual encounter,” she said.
“Curses!” I said. “The formula has been revealed.”
We snuggled in and flopped all over each other, and our hands came to rest on each others’ bums.
Pat pat, pat pat pat.
Smack, smack, smack.
A few posts back I let slip my ignorance about an event called Fantasm. Here are a couple of LiveJournal posts by Bridgett that have brought me up to speed:
Fantasm Report Part I
Fantasm Report Part II
A flavor sample:
I taught a LOT of workshops this weekend. The first was actually me as the demo bottom/backup voice for Boymeat’s Foot Fetish/Torture class. I swear Boymeat, you need to change the title. People don’t get it, and most folks just look at titles, not descriptions. I need to change the name of my punching class for that matter. But it went very well, even though the class was relatively small. The stun gun came out… and oh, how I loved the single tail.
Sounds wild indeed.