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I don’t know the rules or the stakes of this live-on-stage public spanking contest, but I am charmed to see that the winner declared at the end appears to be the lady whose butt took on the most blushing red color from her spanks:
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Sometimes when I see a single kinky photo the explanatory scenarios that pop into my head don’t match the likely storylines of the porn shoots they come from. Take this photo from Firm Hand Spanking:
Here’s my interpretation: this is about half of a happy kinky polycule. She and her cute live-in sub were having breakfast with her older boyfriend, who spent the night. But the sub said something bratty to him while they were all happily eating scones, and that’s currently being corrected.
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I was floored to see this 2-page BDSM spread in the October 1947 issue of pinup magazine Eyeful. That’s Virginia Bush in the shackles and Chici Peters with the whip:
Sadly the scan quality isn’t great, so I’ve enhanced the text boxes for easier reading:
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Some poor unsuspecting guy got his daily kinky adrenaline rush when he least expected it, courtesy of @Thirsty_Mom on TikTok:
“Excuse me, mister! You need to stop and turn around.” Yes, Ma’am?
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Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope your sex plans include lots of red leather bondage, rose petals, and heart-shaped spanking welts, just like this:
Artwork is by Satoimo.
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This Justin Williams photograph at Bondage Blog presents the precise scenario that always paralyzes me with the richness of delicious opportunity. Decisions, hard decisions: should I put some more welts across that gorgeous punished ass and pussy? Or should I plunge right in and plunder them forthwith?
As always in these happy scenarios, the correct answer is “why not both?”
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Erosblog found a fantasy-fuel article from a 1941 magazine describing how flight attendants were trained in the early days of passenger air travel. The ErosBlog summary:
Did you know that air hostesses used to spend their time on the ground kneeling on thin mats in fetching silk nighties while being schooled in “exercise and beauty culture” by Mary Poppin’s sadistic twin sister?
Yeah, no, I did not! But there’s photographic proof, and you can’t convince me this rigorous program didn’t include canings for failures of behavior and deportment:
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