Spanking Porn Treasure Trove
An neat little treasure trove of vintage spanking photos was discovered and displayed here [link replaced in 2014 with Internet Archive link] (thanks to Sexoteric for the link). Don’t miss them!
But the gem of the collection has to be this little two page spanking letter from 1957:
Chicago, Illinois, June 22, 1957
Dear John,
Although I can’t write a good letter, this is a note to let you know I’m your little twelve year old spanking girl.
This is what happens: When I have been naughty and am to be spanked, I am to get undressed, put on stockings and high-heeled shoes. If I have been very naughty, you will use that big ruler; not real naughty, the strap (we no longer have a small ruler); just a little naughty, your hand. You will administer ten whacks on each cheek of my hynie.
After you have finished, I am to put my arms around you, kiss you and tell you I love you. I am to show you my pussy, ask you if you don’t think it’s pretty, and tell you it’s all yours.
Some note, huh?
Love,
CoraPlease throw this away.
P.S. I forgot to say: You put me over your knees, and you spank!
Bad John, he didn’t throw Cora’s note away. But then again, would you have?
Wow, I wish someone would a note like that to me!
It’s almost like a “Honeymooners” backdrop with the typical venetian blinds and radiators ever-present in this sort of 50s (or before) photo series. And while the subjects always seem to be anywhere from 10-20 years older than they actually are (like Fred and Ethyl Mertz), the technique and storyboard are the time-honored OTK antics we all seem to be wired for! Letter-writer Cora seems to know exactly what she wants and needs, and from whom to get it. Though I’ve never seen heinie spelled with a “y” that way.
Spelling of slang has been the slowest bit of the language to standardize, but it’s also the case the Cora’s sentence structure and overall writing skills seem a bit weak. Not, of course, that anybody minds; it takes a special sort of pedant to nit-pick a sexy love/lust letter.
(Although I do have a sister who used to wear a t-shirt to work that said “Sexual harassment will not be reported; it will be graded.“)
Alas, an editor always edits, sometimes ignoring the contextual milieu. Though I suppose someone would’ve eventually come along to point out, possibly pedantically, that while the matronly Mertz may have seemed a bit gassy at times, her name was spelled Ethel, not Ethyl, as I did above.