One presumes that a breast whipping with hands tied high is a difficult experience, even for someone who loves that sort of attention. Add a blindfold so each lash comes as a surprise? That’s gonna be super-intense:
Artwork is by Alex Varenne in La Correction ou la confusion des sens.
I wish I could identify the uniform of the bearded gentleman who is supervising this bondage birching punishment:
I don’t know anything whatsoever about this photograph, except that 17 years ago I published another photo from the same set which my then-source estimated to date from 1890.
This digital artifact from an ancient directory has no accompanying information beyond what we see. It appears that in the spring of 2008, an hour or two after dinnertime, our dark-haired heroine found herself stripped, bound hand and foot with a leather belt and some rope, and stretched across one of those couches that folds out into a bed. History does not record whether it was misbehavior, magisterial whim, or pure enthusiastic lust (either sadistic or masochistic) that thrust her into this situation in a room at least two decades overdue for redecorating. Whatever the reason, she then received a moderate thrashing with a makeshift cane fashioned perhaps from a tree branch. It was common in those times for couples to reinforce their arousal by sharing scenes from their kinky trysts on a variety of so-called “amateur” forums, so perhaps that’s what happened here:
This legendary isolated tribe typically lives, works, and defends itself in a condition of great harmony among its members. But that doesn’t mean they don’t have discipline when they need it:
There’s a running joke in the tech industry, to the effect that if somebody really wanted to take down the entire internet, all they’d have to do is find one of the big furry conventions and blow it up. The kernel of truth in the joke is that active participants in the furry fandom are indeed overrepresented in senior tech positions. People who were hanging out on Usenet in alt.fandom.furry in 1991 are at least in their fifties now, and if they’ve kept their noses to the Unix grindstone for thirty years, they now live in the box on the org chart with the dangerous-looking wavy red lines around it and a caption that says “Call in cases of dire emergency only.” They know the deep network magic, and they keep the internet backbone systems up. So, yes: be nice to furries if you want the electrons to keep flowing. It is known.
What’s less well known is that the adult internet in particular depends on rabbits. Bunnies, to be specific. The reasons for this are more murky, at least to me. Some people blame Hugh Hefner. I prefer to think he was, in his rabbit fetish as in so much else, merely a horny man who was ahead of his times. Probably he was just picking up what Bugs Bunny and the Easter bunny were putting down.
Another theory is that it has something to do with all the anthropomorphic rabbits in that seminal work of dark children’s fantasy Watership Down. Could be, I dunno. The Japanese are in on it somehow, too; there are a lot of long-eared bunny girls in manga and erotic anime, for cultural reasons nobody has ever bothered to share with me. But my own first introduction to the mysterious power that rabbits hold over the adult internet came in 2003, when Rabbitsreviews appeared — and has remained ever since — as the category-leading pornsite reviews destination, in the same year that Spanking Blog was founded. Bunnies, man. You can’t turn around and throw a flogger without hitting one!
Image credits, top to bottom: The woman with bunny ears and tail getting spanked and fucked is by Yukiguni Yuu. The cute bunny being held tightly by her ears as she’s bent over for the same treatment is by Polyle. The cheerful rabbit spankee with the heavy male hand on the back of her neck is by HaleXXX. The rope bunny being fondled in a suspension tie after getting her bottom flogged is by Orotsuji.
The June 1948 issue of Eyeful magazine offered up this compelling vision of model Juliette Ruhling wearing leather boots and a fur-fringed bikini. But it’s her nasty twin-tailed quirt that earns our honest admiration: