Here’s a real wife spanking blast from the past for you:
Please pardon the grainy image quality. These spanked wife photos almost certainly began life in a bondage magazine from the 1970s or 1980s, and were later scanned for circulation on dialup bulletin board systems (BBSs) and/or on Usenet. The first one has no trace I can find in the modern image search engines, although the second appears in a few places. By 1997 the first image had been included on this shovelware CD-ROM of BBS/Usenet era BDSM porn, with the filename “badwife” — hence the post title. I wonder what she did? It certainly looks as if she she begins to regret having done it!
If any of you long-memoried kinksters knows the genuine original source of these photos, by all means please do share.
I understand this fellow’s priorities. I do. But even so, I feel confident that our lady of the creamy white buttocks is not getting untied from that position until her man has cut a nice whippy switch and given her ass some healthy stripes of color:
Perhaps she is currently negotiating the severity of her punishment?
So here’s a somewhat unusual BDSM drawing by Tonton Ficelle. I say unusual because, while domestic discipline fantasies involving elderly dominants are common enough, to see a mature woman as the naked and collared slave being punished for a broken platter is much less common:
Somewhat unusual, I said, but certainly not unique nor particularly remarkable. But here’s where things get really interesting: it turns out that there’s a famous 1974 art photograph, so famous it has its own Wikipedia entry, called Imogen and Twinka at Yosemite. The inspiration the photo must have provided to the artist above is obvious and undeniable:
The photo, of course, is not precisely a BDSM photo; but it’s posed in a way that speaks to voyeurism, shame, modesty, and humiliation. I also think it’s interesting to consider the relative dangers of the camera in the photo versus the martinet in the drawing. If the pen is mightier than the sword, might not a lens be mightier than a whip?
Finally, I’m always a kinky optimist when it comes to ambiguous photographs. Who are we to declare in all confidence that Twinka’s hands aren’t tied behind her and fixed to that tree?
I’ve always liked erotic stories. Dirty books (all text, no pictures) were a lot easier to get than visual porn, when I was a perverted youngster. And thus it might even be fair to say that erotic stories (all kinds, but especially BDSM and spanking stories) were my first “love”, in the carnal sense.
In the earlier days of Spanking Blog, I posted a lot more spanking stories than I’ve been doing lately. Honestly I’d like to get back to it, but I’ve perhaps fallen somewhat out of touch with where erotic fiction is posted and shared in 2022. I know a lot of the hot prose action has moved to ebooks and ebook readers, but I’m not entirely sure what the distribution channels are. In the old days, people just started websites to publish their contributions to the one-handed fiction universe.
Wait, did I just say “In the old days”? Because that totally still happens. Case in point: the Tamsin Flowers collection of erotic fiction.
Tamsin’s website has a diverse assortment of erotic stories. I wouldn’t want to claim that her thirty categories cover absolutely every fetish, niche, and interest, because sexual arousal is both additive and fractal. As soon as you write a lesbian spanking story, somebody comes along wanting butch lesbians only, and the spanking should be public, please… But anyway Tamsin’s erotica site is very deep and her topical coverage is rather broad. There’s a lot there!
As for me, being a bookish sort since my adolescence, I’ve actually had a spanking-and-reading fantasy that goes way back. It’s sort of the opposite of writing lines. Call it elocution training, if you will. Here’s how it goes. First, pick an evening when you both have a lot of time. You’re gonna be at this for awhile. First comes the bondage. Lots of positions will work for this, so be creative! The idea is to tie up your submissive in a position that leaves their bottom elevated and exposed. They need to be comfortable and supported, with their hands free enough to hold a book, but restrained from the usual “reaching back” nonsense and shenanigans.
Then, you hand them a dirty book. The dirtier the better. Pick subject matter that you know will get them “hot and bothered” and keep them that way. You sit nearby in a comfy chair with your implement of choice. A light noisy paddle works well. They start to read, to you, aloud. But here’s the catch: every time they stumble, mumble, miss a word, or generally fumble the reading in a way that wouldn’t be acceptable in a commercial audiobook, it’s a smackeroo! The more aroused they get, the more mistakes they’ll make. The sorer their bottom gets, the more nervous they’ll get, and the more mistakes they’ll make. It’s a vicious circle and a game that they can’t win. And that’s my favorite kind of game! Enjoy…
I really do think the one clipped nipple is a nice touch here. Like the slick almost-transparent glaze of perfect lemon icing on an eight-dollar piece of spice cake from the fancy bakery downtown:
I don’t have a good cultural context for this 1876 painting of a naked couple being whipped through the streets, but I assume the public spectacle was a judicial punishment for adultery and/or fornication:
