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Such rosy glowing cheeks!

Now that I’ve commented repeatedly on this genre of how-to essays, I keep stumbling across more of them. Here’s an excerpt from “Telling Him: Broaching the Subject of Domestic Discipline to Your Partner” by Vicki Blue:

If you can talk to him, tell him that you have a deep, unmet need for limits and guidelines. Tell him that you feel secure living under the rules of loving authority. Reassure him that you aren’t looking for a daddy but more of a mentor figure who will shepherd you within a loving framework.

Give him time to absorb this. Remember that in our politically correct culture, a male-dominated home may seem almost like an alien concept. In the initial conversation you may not even want to bring up the subject of rules or consequences. Just let him know about your needs. Answer any questions he has as honestly as you can.

If he does understand and – best case scenario – this appeals to him then you will want to start brainstorming together about a possible rules and consequences. At this point you could bring up spanking. He may embrace the idea or he may really shy away from it because men are told they shouldn’t hit women. It’s a good idea at this point to let him in on what you already know, which is that quite a few principled men and women are living in arrangements where spanking and other consequences are used quite effectively. Again, give him time to absorb what you have said….

The rest of Vicki Blue’s website is also well worth checking out.

Although I don’t use a lot of female-dominant themes here on Spanking Blog, this 1920s femdom art by Montorgueil is just too much fun not to share. The following image comes from this gallery I found on the Spank Slaves Spanking TGP:

Brutal stuff to be sure, but “evidence” of the gentlemens’ pleasure is readily visible, so you can’t say they aren’t enjoying themselves. Nice stuff if you like this sort of thing.

Here’s an excerpt from an F.E. Campbell novel called “Bound Ankles”, with cover art by the famous Bob Bishop. Campbell didn’t go in for spanking per se so much, but boy howdy if he didn’t have a dozen whippings in every book:

The crack of a riding crop against bare female flesh resounded throughout the big dungeon, followed immediately by a squeal of pain. “I just love the way she jerks and cries out when the riding crop hits,” said Pip with considerable sincerity. “It is rather nice,” agreed Patsy.

Both girls were holding riding crops, standing on either side of the hanging Donna, and taking turns applying their instruments of pain across the bare flesh of her nicely rounded bottom. Donna, completely naked as usual, was hanging by her wrists which were strapped tightly with leather bands. Her toes were perhaps an inch off the floor, close enough to be frustrating but far enough so she couldn’t touch the floor.

With each impact of the riding crop, her body jerked and she danced a few steps in mid-air before she calmed down. Then her body would slowly sway back and forth while awaiting the next blow from the giggling teenagers.

“You really shouldn’t have refused to crawl back to the house,” offered Pip. ”Mommy says we can whip you for disobedience. You were disobedient.” “Yes, you were so bad,” chipped in Patsy. Both girls were in high spirits. They didn’t often get a chance to whip Donna and they did love it so.

Here’s a cute little graphic from an old erotic pamphlet called “Bondage Slaves of the Bridewell“:

There are several more illustrations of cute babes tied for punishment if you follow the link, although alas there are some unpleasant scanning artifacts on a couple of the cutest ones.

Here’s a scene is from Plantation Punishment by Rick Adams. It seems a young nurse made a mistake with her medicines, and she’s not too keen on having her aggrieved patient complain to the nuns in charge:

She suddenly realised what was happening. “Sir, what you are doing is indecent.” She started to wriggle. “I am only seventeen.”

“I would not dream of distressing you,” I said, leaving my hand where it was. “Let us send for sister, then.”

“No, no!” She started to cry. “I can’t go home, I would be disgraced and my step-father would be furious, he would beat me sir, worse than ever.”

Taking that as permission to proceed, I began to finger her all over. I spread her excellent legs further apart despite some resistance and ran my fingers up and down them, investigating all her secret places at leisure as she quivered and shrank from me.

I ran my fingers round and round her splendid white buttocks. They would redden nicely. “Get up and fetch one of my slippers,” I said, “and then come back here, over me like this.”

She came back reluctantly but obediently with the slipper and wriggled back over my lap.

…

She pulled up her dress as I had ordered, and I gazed upon her naked bottom with relish. Then I ran the slipper over it. Her soft plump flesh recoiled in dread, but when she started to cry and sob, my eagerness became all the greater. I was overwhelmed with an uncontrollable need to punish the wench severely. My practised hand descended viciously upon the shrinking flesh.

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Patsy began to yelp with every stroke of the slipper, and after a few minutes her yelps turned into moans, then into screams so loud that I had to stuff a handkerchief into her mouth….

Here’s a fiendish device that gives “exercise machine” a whole new flavor:

For the top who has everything (except an excuse to exercise).