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When you get sent to carelessly-run reform schools for spoiled rich girls, the initiations by the other students can get painfully brutal.
I’ve seen a lot of ruler paddles, but never one with the leather-wrapped handle, like a sword hilt. I wonder just how much use that paddle gets?
The art is from the Dofantasy comic Dark Cabin by Gary Roberts.
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This bit of whipping post fantasy comes from Circus Armageddon, a post-apocalyptic Road-Warrior-esqe flight of fancy from the Dofantasy people:
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I believe this Dofantasy.com whipping panel comes from another Gary Roberts title, Secret Police:
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I don’t think this guy quite understands the way he’s supposed to conduct a scene negotiation:
But at least he’s a man of his word:
From the Dofantasy.com comic Slave Sisters.
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I doubt very much that Jessica Alba being whipped in Sin City was a scene that escaped the notice of many Spanking Blog readers. But if it tickled your fancy — and it might not have, being a fairly brutal scene — you no doubt wished you could see a little more of her.
Apparently a similar thought passed through the minds of the comic fantasists working for Dofantasy.com:
Thanks to Bondage Blog for noting the similarity.
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Kami, whose stinging nettles apparently did not all die of gray rot like some I could mention, writes about her first experiences with them. She sounds like a fan:
We went for a walk. I can’t remember what I have done or said, when I heard a loosely said remark that there is so many nettles around that could be put into good use.
Gulp…
Still, my curiosity won. It wasn’t long when I was forced to pull down my panties and the nasty nettle was forced upon my sore and tender bum. It stung like hell (I bet you wouldn’t guess that). I suppose the fact that my skin was already a bit damaged made it worse.
Did that make me behave? I don’t remember, probably not.
But it wasn’t until around two months later (still nettle season!) when I became aware how it feels to be really tortured with nettles. I was tied down, lying on my stomach, wearing white panties with elastic bands. He was of course wearing protective gloves (coward!).
In case you wonder why someone might want to do such a nasty thing to a poor little girl the answer is simple: He was a sadistic and meticulous scientist who liked absolute control and dispassionate experimentation. *squirm*
He kept putting single leaves under the elastic on my panties. When few of them found their home he patted them all making me scream and wriggle. (Have you ever actually heard the sound nettle makes when the leave is crushed? Try it if you wish, preferably in a tied down position :P – but no complains to me afterwards! ;) )
And then was the worst part, he untied me, and made me turn around so I could lie on my back. Shit! I have no idea how I managed. Being tied down and having nettles forced upon me is one thing, but having to inflict it on me myself is something completely different.
When I sort of turned around, he decided to restrain me in diaper position. Bending my legs didn’t help as the elastic band dug into my skin squeezing more juice from leaves. Ouch! When I was properly secured he started finally taking those leave out, with metal forceps by pulling them away. I kept yelping each time a new prick occurred. And then, when I already started hoping it will be over I realised he had another sick idea in mind.
There was so much space, between my legs to play with, and so much nettles still in a bag…
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Ah, Janus, that most venerable of spanking magazines. Here’s a school caning story (found at A Taste of The Birch [no longer there, link removed]) in which a lucky young man is privileged to witness the vigorous caning of two attractive female classmates. It’s all the sweeter for the justice of the affair, as they had striven most foully to see him caned in just such a fashion, for no better reason than spite:
“Touch your toes girl!”
She was indeed making a fuss, but the Head was certainly on form. He was whacking that yard of swishy rattan down with a vengeance onto a tender target that I guessed had never even been spanked before. Hesitantly Diane bent forward.
“Skirt!”. This time Mr.Thomas made her reach back to flip her own short skirt to the small of her back. How I wished I could have seen the two raised red stripes that must have been adorning that pretty posterior. Her knees were bent this time and she appeared to be trying to lower her bottom out of range.
“Straighten those legs. Now!”
They straightened. Her trembling fingertips stretching to reach her toes.
“If you get up again, Miss Bennett, or if I have to remind you once more of the required position to take a caning, I will get Robertson to hold your hands tightly and put you across the desk for the remaining strokes!”
Oh God, no! I thought. She’ll be bound to detect my excitement – my sweaty hands, my shaking fingers, maybe even see my stiffie…but then there will be the thrill of staring into her eyes as the cane bites and watching the pained contortions on her sexy face.
Tap, tap, tap…SWISH! THWACK! Another squeal after the explosion of sound but the Head’s threat had worked because, although her fingers left her toes and her knees sagged slightly, she did more or less maintain her undignified, submissive position. Within seconds she had regained her posture, even though she was making high-pitched moaning sounds which aroused me considerably.
Tap, tap, tap…SWISH! THWACK!
This time a shrill shriek and a frantic rubbing together of thighs, mobilising her scorched rear into a very erotic side to side wiggle. Her hands made white-knuckled fists then slowly straightened out again. Now she grasped her ankles firmly and braced back her legs.
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