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Here’s an old whipping illustration, looks like it might have come from an old bookplate or illustration from ancient pornography. Classical theme, perhaps a slavegirl being punished? Check out that sly glans flare to the top of the column the girl is tied to:
In any case, I swiped it from Darkalities.
Here’s a little public spanking gone too far:
Woman Denies Public Sex Charges
A woman that police say was found in a public park engaged in rough sexual foreplay is denying the charges and says the incident has been blown out of proportion.
Prestonsburg police say they found Melissa Coleman of Pike County and Anthony Scott Ward of Ohio in a compromising position last week in Archer Park.
Police say Coleman was bound to a picnic table with leather straps and was being spanked by Ward with a boat oar.
A park representative says, “They were about 1,000 feet from the playground and the softball fields were not in use. You know we hate that this happened but we can’t always stop these kinds of things.”
Coleman was an outpatient therapist at Mountain Comprehensive Care but has since lost her job.
Coleman and Ward have been charged with disorderly conduct. Coleman is expected in court August 18th for a pretrial hearing.
With a boat oar? OUCH!
Thanks to Attu for the link.
The scale is all wrong on this picture. If that’s a hand mark, the fellow was a giant:
But it doesn’t really look like photoshop work. Who knows?
Here’s a spanking story that reads like it was written by a fan of the Marquis de Sade. Not in the specifics so much, but in the fascination for large round numbers and mass spectacles. For the Marquis, one woman wasn’t good literature. Every scene need six prostitutes, eight schoolgirls, fourteen carefully planned humiliations, sixty round strokes with the bundle of seven rods. You get the idea.
This story is like that. A school caning goes badly wrong, and the lawyers get involved, and before you know it half the school is lined up in the auditorium getting caned by the other half, forty rousing strokes each. Wow, the sheer effort of it all!
Mrs. Wicker pulled out a list from her pocket. Mrs. Sinclair had typed it up last night. On it were the names of all involved arranged in an alphabetical order. Mrs. Wicker felt a pang of sorrow for poor Mrs. Sinclair. Her name was fifth from the bottom, so that meant that she would have to stand with hands on head through four canings with her blistered bottom on display to the entire assembly. Mrs. Wicker began as Mrs. Sinclair had dictated. She lectured for twenty long minutes on the importance of honesty in both school and out in the “real world.” She then read off the entire list of names and announced the sentences for each person. All throughout the speech and the calling out, the twelve prefects and the three older women had to stand still with their hands on their heads and display their naked and unpunished bottoms to the entire assembly.
Mrs. Wicker than began the punishments. Three prefects were called before Mrs. Wicker read off the name, Jessica Fielding. The three previous girls were still hopping from one foot to the next in a vain attempt to cool their chastised bare bottoms. Mrs. Wicker took the phrase, “applied without mercy,” to heart. She had delivered vicious strokes to the bared bums of the prefects. Even with only twelve strokes, there were weals that had broken open and were bleeding slightly. Since the girls had to keep their hands on their heads, there was no opportunity to soothe their fiery backsides. That was, of course, the point of remaining in that position. All of them had been sternly warned by Mrs. Wicker that if their hands left the tops of their heads, they would be forced back into position and given their original sentence all over again.
Mrs. Fielding fared much worse than the prefects. The cane was applied with even more force. Mrs. Wicker actually stepped back after every strike so she could step into the next stroke and deliver much more force to the blow. It was obvious by this time to the assembly that classes for the entire day would be canceled because of both the large number being caned and because of the fifteen second wait between each stroke of the cane. It was certainly going to take most of the day to deliver all of the canings.
When Mrs. Wicker applied the fortieth and final stroke to Mrs. Fielding, she had the enormous satisfaction of seeing the bawling woman jump up and down for two minutes before she had calmed sufficiently to take her place in the line of shame….
From A Fair and Just Response by Anne.
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Here’s a cute little story about a couple of fairies (the miniature kind, with wings) who have a minor unresolved interpersonal issue. It’s too short to excerpt, so just go read it: “Buttercup” by Dice.
Here’s a sobering reminder of the fact that the memes we play with in the BDSM world are vestigial artifacts of a brutal era when whips and bondage had no connection to anything safe, sane, and consensual:
Caption reads: “Flagellation of a Female Samboe Slave”.
As a news story this is old, but the linked article is told in humorous fashion. It seems this lawyer had a penchant for spanking his clients….