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I love the marital advice on this 1907 comic postcard, captioned “An occasional solid thrashing wakes confidence and is love-refreshing.” I couldn’t agree more! But now it’s her turn:
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Richard Windsor writes of this photo: “I do believe that is Ron Jeremy lending a hand.” It does look like Ron, back in the day; he wasn’t always old and gross. I sure would like to know who the starlet he’s spanking is, though!
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She doesn’t want to be nagged, but there are worse fates, am I right? Nevertheless, I don’t think this sort of thing was actually all that common at 1950s cocktail parties. But hey, all’s fair in the funny books, right?
This “spank your wife in public then throw her in the swimming pool to general acclaim” moment has been brought to you by the comic book Just Married #58 from 1958.
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Sword fight is not going well. He’ll be lucky if he does get off with a spanking!
Meme art is actually from this vintage fencing manual page:
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Did you hear the one about the spanking addict who went to a spanking party?
The next morning, he felt like he’d really hit bottom.
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Kids these days (by which sardonic phrase I intend to reference everybody who has grown up with the internet in their life) might reasonably wonder: why are there so many references to peeping Toms in vintage pop culture? They are everywhere, especially in cartoonery as a risible figure. What the heck was up with that?
I’m not saying we don’t have voyeurs in 2021; we manifestly do, and every so often some sad dude gets arrested for hiding a camera in a locker room. But it’s in the nature of a rare perversion these days, whereas (if we trust the magazine gags and comic postcards) it was common behavior, with a heavy degree of “boys will be boys” social resignation about the phenomenon.
Go back 120 years, and porn was mostly underground, rare, expensive, a privilege of the rich. Even after porn magazines became more common, they often weren’t casually available outside urban centers. If you weren’t married or paying a sex worker, the sight of naked flesh “in the flesh” was usually unobtainable. Is it any wonder that horny dudes were alert for opportunities to peep through keyholes, binoculars, undraped bedroom windows, unguarded doorways, and cracks in privacy fences?
It’s different these days. There’s a lot more skin to be seen on a warm summer street or a busy beach than there used to be. And porn is ubiquitous on a screen that fits in your pocket. For a few bucks, you can go to cam girls websites where you will find naked girls to view on your screen who will be wondrously cooperative, if you are still mystified by anything and desire a closer look. Honestly speaking, there’s no need to risk retaliatory violence, social censure, or criminal sanctions by lurking in the azaleas under some woman’s windowpane.
But oh! How it used to be different. I can’t say whether unwelcome horndogs snooping around beachside changing tents were a genuine social reality or just a social obsession of the times, but either way, we have endless examples of them recorded in comic artwork. Sometimes, we see them just chilling and enjoying the view. But much more often, they being kicked around by their enraged victims, thumped with a parasol by an angry spouse, hauled away by the beach police, or even booted off a rock into the sea by a random passer-by.
At least in the popular imagination of the day, public punishment of peeping Toms was necessary, appropriate, expected, and above all, funny! And yet voyeurism apparently persisted, which is perhaps a sign of the general level of sexual frustration and desperation in the pre-porn era.
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Her bottom is rapidly turning bright red, but her bright smile suggests that Kelly Morgan’s appetite for naked OTK spankings is not even close to being satiated:
From Firm Hand Spanking.
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