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It was July of 1966. Five sorority girls were out cruising around in a fine automobile, just looking for shenanigans and a good time. They stopped to smoke along a quiet country road when somebody decided it was time to give the pledge a lingerie check, because this sorority has standards by damn! After the violation is documented photographically, I’m sure there will be paddle swats:
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In The Lawman’s Lessons by Patty Devlin, there’s a new schoolmarm in town but if they want to keep her (and they do) somebody has to marry her. The marshal looks to be volunteering, and the courtship is going… well, pretty good, actually!
Let go of me, you wretched man!”
“No, it was going to come to this sooner or later anyway. I won’t let you treat me that way. It’s clear you need a firm hand.” He’d sat on the edge of her desk and pulled her over his lap, pressing her upper half down under his arm and holding her there, locked against his side, over the top of the desk.
“You can’t manhandle me like this. What do you think you are doing? You can’t see me like—EEE-Yow!” He’d scrambled under her dress, pulling her skirts up over her back to bunch them there, and then he’d smacked her derriere! “Stop it, you fool!” Her words had no effect on him. His large hand covered her bottom, hot and hard, smacking first one full swell and then the other.
“This is obviously something you need. You’ve been asking for it since we met. I’m happy to oblige, and if I’m going to marry you, it’s better you know exactly the kinda man I am ahead of time.” Each time his hand came down again, it brought with it a wallop of heat so intense Celia could barely catch her breath in between her cries, let alone tell him exactly what she thought of him and his barbaric treatment of her.
She tried her hardest to wiggle, roll or crawl away, but he had her clamped down tight under his arm and nothing she could do would change that. His huge palm landed on each cheek in a steady rhythm, tapping out a tune, and it wasn’t a cheery one, more like a marching order. He gave singular attention to each curve in turn, spanking in rounds and lecturing her at the same time.
“I’m a patient man, but if I have to do this to get your attention and teach you a lesson, I’m more than capable. I don’t want to hurt you, but it’s better this than seeing you hurt or mangled by someone more sinister.” His speech had a surprisingly comforting tone to it, and Celia almost understood. Why, she’d provoked him to this point, hadn’t she?
“Pl-ease, I’ll be good.” She shimmied from one foot to the other, trying in vain to do anything to alter the course of her present situation. “I’ll do anything…” But he showed no signs of slowing anytime soon.
“You should have thought about that before. I warned you time and again.” His voice wasn’t loud or unnecessarily mean. It was low, however, and stern, as he lectured and continued the steady tattoo on her bottom. Perhaps he had a map or a plotted grid of the area he planned to cover back there before he decided to let her up. It might have been one minute or an hour, but Celia was sure she would die before he finished.
When she realized that he’d stopped and dropped her skirt again, she stood up and flung her arms around his neck before he could get up.
“I’m so sorry…”
“It’s all right now, little dove. It’s forgotten, forgiven and we can move on.”
Whether it was his intention to hold her or not, he tucked her in his arms anyway, careful not cause her any more discomfort, and held her until she was ready, stroking her hair, rubbing her back and occasionally kissing her forehead.
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Y’all know that static menacing poses of lesbian dommes are not my favorite genre of spanking image. Still, it must be admitted that Amarna Miller and Kirsten Price are cute together in Hot Euro Chick Punished, which is a remastered Whipped Ass shoot from Kink Prime:
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For centuries there’s been a close alliance between pornography and anti-clerical literature, which has in consequence blessed us with a rich pornographic tradition of priests with unsavory sexual habits. Not that there’s anything wrong with caning one of your parishioners to warm up her ass before you plunder it with your cock, necessarily; if she’s into it, fine! But your bishop will probably want a word, even if his own lustful peccadillos are equally transgressive:
Artwork is by Ian Hamilton.
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The dastardly villain who literally whips the clothing off of his helpless dungeon captives is a trope of cheesy BDSM and pulp horror fiction, but I suspect that in practice it doesn’t work very well. I suppose trying it out on party girls in tiny party dresses offers the most hope of success? No matter, this is one of those experiments that’s probably even more fun if it fails:
Artwork is from the Dofantasy comic Brutal Earl by Feather.
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Kiki’s hand spanking has been a good one so far, but that sore butt looks to be getting rather a lot sorer before her punishment is over!
From Real Spankings.
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I don’t think it’s a secret to anyone that the same kinky play often becomes twice as hot when somebody pulls out a camera. Sure, it has to be safe in context; nobody gets off on non-consensual recording or outright breaches of privacy and trust. But with that warning, a camera in the scene can facilitate an exhibitionist’s pleasure, reinforce the shame or humilation of a punishment scene, or encourage a service submissive to work twice as hard to please not only her top who is there in the moment, but the whole audience (real or imagined) behind the lens and down the wires. Even something as simple as a few moments of masturbation becomes charged with additional erotic freight if a camera is there to transform it from private pleasure into lewd display and public performance for an audience.
I don’t know how far the effect holds true on a professional soundstage when serious pornographers are shooting proper porn movies to whatever cinematic standards the production budget will allow. When everything is structured around the cameras and the lights and the microphones and there’s people standing around wearing shirts that say “CREW” across the chest, I’m guessing the kinky fun is only as hot as the performers make it. But in the gap between bedroom and porn set, there’s a whole world these days of camming and intimate performance. Indeed, there’s a good argument that cams and camgirls are where you’ll find most of the vitality in the modern production of pornographic entertainment.
A live sex cam show such as the ones you’ll find at a site like Rabbitscams.sex might have an audience of just one, or a whole chatroom full of generous and encouraging onlookers. It’s less private than two people in a bedroom, but a whole lot more intimate than a porn shoot. Since I’m neither a cams performer nor one of their regular patrons and customers, I can’t say for sure, but I do think the camera enhancement effect, when leveraged at the scale of a single performer using their own bedroom as porn production studio, is one of the reasons why so many people have become sex cam enthusiasts.
Image credits, top to bottom: The spanking and humiliation sex scene is by Merryweather. The doggystyle BDSM sex art with spanking and camcorder is by Iryda. The kinky lesbian camshow is by Toten. And the BDSM breast torment performance is by Taka.
