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:
In Compelled By Bondage by F.E. Cambell, our inexperienced but deeply-kinky heroine has seduced a random fisherman to take her home and string her up by the ankles in his garage and spank her bottom. And so he does! We join the upside-down suspension and belt spanking in progress:
The third stroke of that belt across my ass was a little harder than the first two. I could tell because I cried out louder. Inside I wanted to scream for mercy and tell him that he had to stop that pain, it was killing me. But only cries of anguish and moans came out of my mouth.
Like a lot of men, Phil had always wanted to whip a girl’s bottom, to have a beautiful and very sexy woman naked and tightly bound and helpless before him. This was a sexual fantasy coming true. But he was still a gentleman, and he only delivered a dozen strokes to my bottom. Not that a dozen wasn’t enough to make me feel like my rear was on fire. He got a lot for his dozen strokes. I twisted in mid-air, contorted, jerked around and cried out my pain. With my long blonde hair flying around, it must have been quite a sight. And I’m sure, based on what I saw of it when I got home and to a mirror, my bottom was quite a sight. It was purples and blacks when I finally saw it, I suppose it was all those colors and a lot more red just after he finished inflicting the last stroke upon that tender flesh.
I was panting and tears were running up my face. Phil dropped the belt and knelt to untie my arms from the floor. I don’t know if he had planned it that way, or if it was an accident that my mouth was exactly at the level of his penis when he stood before me. My eyes were glued to that monster as it approached me. I had never seen one that large before, the boys I had sex with were certainly nothing like that.
I’ve already read that the bigger the penis, the more a woman enjoys sex. That was not what I was thinking as the beast approached my mouth. It would fill my mouth, I was sure. But there was no way that monster would fit into my vagina! My poor little pussy was just not up to taking such an over dose of male rod.
But that was not my concern at the moment. A part of my mind was repulsed as that thing neared my lips, but those traitorous lips parted to make room for it to enter. What a strange sensation! For the first time in my life a male penis was sliding slowly into my mouth! It was both horrible and fascinating. Then someone else took control and I stood helpless by while my tongue began teasing that huge invader. It ran around his rod, tickled the underside of it, and made love to it. Meantime my head began slowly moving back and forth, making the rod slide within my mouth. I noticed how I kept my mouth open wide to make sure that my teeth didn’t touch him. I noticed how deeply it slid into me at the end of each stroke. Having no basis to judge by, I could only guess that I was performing the legendary “blow job” in fine style. At least Phil didn’t complain.
For a long time I worked his penis with a combination of licking, sliding and gentle sucking. And I was amazed at the effect it was having on this man. He was making little animal noises sort of like whining with occasional gasps of pleasure. I picked up the speed until I was working his tool back and forth rapidly. At the end of each stroke, the head of his penis was pressing hard against my throat. Without even knowing what I was doing, I worked him up until his poor body could no longer take it. I felt a stiffening of his body and his rod, then he was shooting his load into my mouth. Before I could grasp what was happening, I was swallowing it eagerly.
My title is hyperbolic — our spanked brat is not foaming at the mouth yet — but when a punished girl is made to hold the bar of soap in her mouth during a spanking, foam and suds are surely inevitable.
