I don’t see any actual wet tears in her eyes just yet, but if this leather strap spanking goes any further (and there’s no doubt at all that it will) those tears will soon be streaming down her face:
Our spanked heroine here has thoroughly mastered the art of biting her lip in concerned anticipation as her pants come down for her caning. Her lack of panties may tell us something about she got in this punishment situation:
Her bitten-lip concern is perfectly understandable, given that she’s already “enjoyed” several persuasive-looking cane strokes through the denim of her pants before they got pulled down off her delectable ass:
It turns out that cute lip biting is not the only emotive skill our blonde manipulatrix possesses. She’s also quite good at shocked “ouch the cane hurts!” faces:
None of her performances will save her, though, from the bare-assed caning she has coming:
Photos are probably from the British spanking magazine Februs, although I don’t know which issue.
A few hard strokes with the cane and she started trying very hard to find other ways to amuse her master. Her pussy’s already sticky — that trick usually works — but the cane is still laying right there on the bed and she knows he’s too much of a sadist to resist anal sex when his submissives have sore bottoms:
This photo of Henry Fonda winding up to swat Maureen O’Hara is not as well known as the famous scenes where she ended up over John Wayne’s knee, but perhaps it ought to be? Obviously a publicity photo, it’s from the production of the 1963 movie Spencer’s Mountain. Apparently the scene actually is in the movie, but she plays his sister, so don’t get your hopes up too high:
The cover of the Spring 1993 issue of National Lampoon featured a mean-looking blonde with red lipstick, who is lounging on a bed in full/ridiculous sex shop patent-leather-and-chains dominatrix gear. An off-screen man is holding the handle of a whip that’s wrapped around her neck and the reader is exhorted to “Buy this magazine or we’ll whip Dita! (Consensually, of course.)” My thought is that Dita looks like she’s about to take that whip handle away from the guy who’s holding it and, ah, store it deeply and well in some tender receptacle amidst his anatomy, consensually or otherwise: