Italian Spanking Art
You must not fail to visit the Italian Spanking Art Pages Museum: 45 galleries of vintage spanking illustrations. Awesome!
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Bondage and Spanking
Here’s another nice piece of spanking art. I can almost hear a teasing male voice in the background asking “How many more strokes is it worth to you if I take off that elbows tie?”
Poor thing! Those arms can’t be happy, but there’s a lot of red in that well-spanked ass of hers too. Not an easy decision….
Artist is Waldo, I believe.
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“Would You Like Welts With That?”
La Maison de Sade sounds like a fun BDSM theme restaurant:
I am a waitress at Le Maison de Sade.
What are you laughing at, monkey boy? Don’t make your dominant waitress angry or I might have to spank you!
My uniform is a standard-issue, bondage-style outfit. It beats the heck out of polyester. It’s all part of the hierarchy. I am a dominatrix, the bus boys are slaves (they wear signs with self-deprecating labels like “dirt”) and the bar staff are masters and mistresses. My duties are to order food and drinks and talk to the customers. I don’t spank someone unless they ask for it.
Most people expect the guests at the restaurant to be hardcore S&M fans, but there is a good mix. We have an ad in one of the tourist magazines distributed to hotels, so we get a lot of curious Chucks and Dorothies fresh from the farm in Iowa. They look around at people decked out in leather, customers eating in high chairs, and lots of spanking chaos. They see the evening floor show, a display of our featured events like erotic foot worshipping, spanking of the slave and public humiliation. For the first few seconds they have a sort of slack-jawed reaction.
But once the initial shock wears off, they really start getting into it. They are buying spankings for their wives, and their wives are buying public humiliations for their husbands. Dorothy represses in the back of her mind all those times back in Iowa when Chuck should have done the dishes, and there is a big beaming smile on her face when the waitress says to him, “You bastard! You are so ugly you deserve a spanking!”
Even better is when there are two couples that come in. You know that they have come on this trip together and collectively this is the weirdest shit that they have ever seen. It’s not quite embarrassment, but there is this definite “who’s going to crack first” feeling. They don’t want to be the first one to break down and enjoy it, but inevitably someone has to cave in. It seems like a green light for everyone else to let down their guard.
Spankings are infectious. People look around and see everyone is doing it, and they just have to join in. Before you know it, they’re buying spankings like they are going out of style.
Some very normal people come in. There are those who are coming in as a part of a large group. And there are also the regular practitioners of S&M who come in. It’s a comfort zone for them, almost like the local sports bar would be to a Knicks fan. These people feel that they have a public place to relax in. They know that they are not going to be judged. Once we had a couple who sat at the bar, not sticking out, just sitting. Then the man pulled the woman across his lap; he proceeded to spank her nonstop for over an hour. He just sat there, administering slow, even blows to her butt, and sipping at his martini.
Sounds like fun for the whole family!
Sweet Ass, Birched In Public
Here’s another old fashioned naked public birching in the town square, with all the good burghers looking on in fascination while maintaining suitable postures of mock horror:
I like this one because the fellow administering the birch has a smug half-smile on his face — he’s not even pretending to be burdened by the duty of seeing to public morals in such a scandalous fashion.
Not certain but I strongly believe the artist is Paula Meadows.
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An Illustrated Spanking Story
The gracious and talented Invidia very kindly emailed me with an original spanking story and some samples of her spanking artwork. It seems that she’s currently without suitable web space for displaying such, although she’s working on solving that problem. I’m delighted to share the fruits of her talents with you all, and I hope you’ll email her and encourage her to get her web site up as soon as possible so that we can see more.
First a sample of her spanking art:
And here’s an excerpt from her spanking story, which is called The Frog Days of Summer:
With that, he brought down the strap suddenly and very unexpectedly on my unprotected bottom.
I shrieked, though I don’t know now whether it was from pain or from shock. I had felt like I was in a daze earlier, but the sudden impact of his belt on my backside had shaken me completely from my stupor.
The second swipe of the belt landed just where the first one had and drew another shriek of pain from me.
He brought the belt down across the middle of my backside several times and I found myself unable to keep my position over the desk with my hands grasping the other side.
Dr. Foxworth paused long enough to reposition me and then continued the onslaught. I wailed and cried piteously but my anguish had no effect on him.
If you click through to read the whole story, you’ll find it illustrated with two more spanking drawings. Thanks very much Invidia!
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Never Try to Flirt Before You’ve Had Morning Coffee
Sigh.
This morning I tried to have a little spur-of-the-moment fun with the pleasant-faced dirty-blonde barista, about my age, at the drive-up fancy coffee trailer near my office. When I walk up to the window, her co-worker is already making my mocha. So she’s making small talk. We’re friendly, I’m a reliable tipper, it’s always a pleasant exchange. This morning:
Her: “You get a haircut?”
Me: “Yah, it was time.”
Her: “My man always makes me cut his hair.”
At this point the devil on my shoulder gets into the act. That’s a straight line if I ever heard one. So I give a slight leer and ask really direct and clear, as earnest as I can manage: “Oh really? And how exactly does he do that?”
And I watch real close. I’m looking for any hint of a flush, or a blush, or a change in her smile, anything at all.
Alas no. Negative response, captain. Face flat, voice still bland, eyes still sleepy, she says: “Oh, he just lets it get real messy until I can’t stand it.”
One more try. I say: “Oh, I thought maybe it was something more fun….” As my voice trails off, I’m still looking for a reaction. She gives me any encouragement at all, I’m going to finish with “…you know, riding crop, harness, something like that” and a big grin. Would love to get a blush out of this girl, but only if she’ll play. Unfortunately, she stays flat, starts to chatter about how her man always means to get to the barber, conversation wanders on from there.
Sigh. I love it when a deeply veiled innuendo strikes home, but today wasn’t a day for that.
If she reads this blog, I am sooo busted. But then again, if she reads this blog, I think I would have gotten a reaction.
Punishment Strapping as Foreplay
Here’s an excerpt from a nicely written short story:
“I will be back to deal with you shortly.”
Karen was left to wait for Lord Ryan’s return, fully dressed but positioned as he wanted her. She was bent over the bed, resting on cuffed hands, her long, shapely legs together and her ass high in the air. Her skirt was pulled tight over her bottom and the tops of her black silk stockings were visible.
The wait was excruciating. From her position, Karen knew that she would be receiving a spanking. Just the thought made her heart race. Spankings were the best, even if painful at times. She felt the moisture build between her legs with the thought.
Lord Ryan re-entered the room. Karen did not look back but sensed he was behind her. His presence captivated her, even when she could not see him. He slid her skirt up her thighs and over her firm round buttocks. His hand ran across her dimpled ass and then slowly slid between her legs. Karen moaned at his touch and arched back into him. Lord Ryan quickly pulled away and gave her bottom a sharp slap. “Remain still!”
…
Slowly he slid her panties off and nudged her to spread her legs. He took a long look at the sight before him. Petal pink lips glistened with her desires. Picking up the strap with one hand, he pressed the other into the small of Karen’s back, causing her ass to raise higher. Without a word, he brought the strap firmly down on her striped bottom.
The shock and pain of the leather made Karen yelp with the first blow. As the strapping continued, her breath became more labored and soon she cried out with each lash. The leather made contact with both Karen’s ass and her exposed pussy. Tears poured from her eyes as Lord Ryan continued. Her cheeks were on fire and she was sobbing uncontrollably when she realized that he had stopped.
Before Karen had time to compose herself, Lord Ryan positioned himself behind her, and with one quick thrust, entered the tight opening of her ass….
From Karen’s Spanking by kristydoll.
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