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Looking around for “spanked in girdle” on the net doesn’t yield much, I discovered today (when I should have been writing!) except for this amusing video (which lacks something in production value, but at least has nice lingerie!)

I’m finding the Mad Men theme of the upcoming Shadow Lane party very exciting. I have all my outer-wear taken care of. but I am a perfectionist and so I want all my unmentionables to be of the correct vintage as well! (And hey, who knows when your skirts will be flipped up at the party, and everyone in the room will be given a good view of your underclothes?!)

This is what I wish my Papa Otter would buy for me. Please leave a comment and tell him he should get these for me — if he buys any of them, I’ll post pictures here of me wearing them!

If you actually want to ensure me wearing these lovely items in a future photoshoot, you could always buy them for me yourself! Here they are in my wish list, which will send them directly to me!

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So, I couldn’t post this up here before, but now my article about Miss Maggie Mayhem winning the Bettie Page contest is up over at SkinTwo.co.uk. Here’s the article, but do go check out all the pictures at the SkinTwo site!

At Midnight on March 18th 2009, “BETTIE PAGE IMMORTAL,” Bondage A Go Go’s 16th Annual Bettie Page Look-alike Contest took place at San Francisco’s Bondage A Go Go.

Fetish icon and 50’s pin-up queen Bettie Page passed away on December 11, 2008. From her obituary:

Bettie Page, sweet-smiling legendary 1950s pin-up queen with the killer curves and coal-black bangs, died today of pneumonia at a Los Angeles area hospital. She was 85 years old. She suffered a heart attack one week ago and never regained consciousness. Her popularity as an underground, guilty pleasures phenomenon has continued to soar despite the fact that the reclusive Page disappeared almost a half century ago, leading many to believe that one of the most photographed individuals of the 20th century was already dead.
As the model who many have argued raised cheesecake to an art, Page combined exuberant, wide-eyed innocence with confident, sometimes aggressive sexuality. VANITY FAIR praised the playfully seductive Page as “our Uber-pin-up.” The NEW YORK TIMES has declared that today “her star shines more brightly than it did in her brief heyday from 1950 to 1957.” PLAYBOY immortalized Page as one of its inaugural centerfolds and recently named her “the model of the century, yet she remains one of its best kept secrets.” In a recent TVGuide.com poll, Bettie Page was voted the “ultimate sex goddess,” outscoring others such as Marilyn Monroe.

Bettie Page, through the bondage and spanking images she modelled for, often featuring her in lingerie, stockings, and high heels, helped an uncountable number of perverts and fetishists to accept their desires. Although she herself was not into such things, she had an open attitude, and her blue-gray-eyed mischievousness always shone through in all her pictures.

It was those qualities and history that the contestants were trying to emulate – not an easy job, but one look at the be-banged and bullet-bra-ed ladies and you could see they had all put in a good deal of effort to pay homage to “the action hero of pin-up.”

Competition was fierce but friendly. The Betties chatted and laughed with each other while they waited for the first part of the contest, which was meeting the judges and showing off their looks.

One of the judges was local “Purveyor of Perversion” and dungeon master, Stefanos. He comments,

The Betty Page contest has been part of Bondage-a-Go-Go for 16 years and each year people have been pouring into BaGG to be part of it. I am always fascinated to see how many people have been influenced by Betty Page and since 2005 when I started at BaGG the number of women and men has seemed to have grown.

The interesting part about being a judge at BaGG is that no matter what contest it is George, our promoter, is interested in finding people that are impartial and able to represent the ideals of the contest for the night. So judging Betty Page was a matter of putting the judge’s ideals into alignment of what we thought was the best image and attitude of Betty Page.

I remember that we saw the ladies sitting waiting for the judges and we looked them over for the best attitude when they weren’t ready for it. Then we looked for image in clothing and props. We asked a few questions, like, ‘How long has Betty been a part of your life?’ ‘Can you show us your favorite Betty Page pose?’ ‘Can you give us Betty Page attitude?’ We were looking for that sexy women that sent men into hormonal heresy and women into generous jealousy.

Once on-stage, it was clear that despite the encouragement they gave their fellow Bettie Page doppelgangers, each gal was out there to win the $200 (or $300 gift certificate to Stormy Leather) first prize and the hearts of the crowd.

Stefanos adds, “The Judges don’t pick the winner; we pick the top ladies and then George goes through our scores and picks the top three for the audience to judge.”

Everyone coming into the club that evening was given a token. This was for use later in the evening, when, in a very Greek way, the club-goers chose the winner by putting their tokens down in front of the lady they felt was the sexiest Bettie Page.

The winner was Miss Maggie Mayhem, a local sex/BDSM/fetish/spanking blogger, performer and model. Of all the girls out there, Miss Mayhem best captured the Bettie spirit with flashing eyes, playful grin, and a very well-fitted bullet bra and opera-length black leather gloves. She was loudly cheered by the usual rowdy and exuberant BaGG crowd.

Stefanos points out: “Maggie Mayhem, the ultimate winner was in the top three. But why? She was an image of Bettie that made us wobble at the knees. Her outfit was vintage not just “vintage looking.” She embodied the spirit of what Bettie showed us, a powerful sexy woman ready to take on any man. We were moved by Maggie’s ability to be Bettie – not just look like her. Any woman can wear sexy underwear to a night club. Any woman can feel confident in the same outfit. But can these women be sophisticated, vulnerable, or “traditionally feminine” and carry off a primal urge to dominate without being bitchy or ditsy? Presentation is more then looks, and art requires passion to give deep resonance. Maggie gave it all to us that night.”

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I’d just like to point out that while it may seem like I was unduly biased towards Miss Mayhem: A.) I was there to report on the event, and she might have NOT won, and B.) I think Stefanos more than backs me up that she was fuckin’ brilliant out there!!!

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Continuing our theme of Bettie Page this week, here is Bettie again in the Top role, this time with an implement near and dear to spanker’s hearts: the hair brush. (It is rather less near and dear to the spankee’s hearts! Whoowheee, can they sting!)

What I love about this image: the shiny satin dress, cuban-foot stockings (and just look at Bettie’s calves! Phwoar!), the rope being pulled up between the girl’s bottom cheeks, and the room they are in (what is it: a tack room? a dungeon?)

I think this would be a perfect shot to use for a caption contest! Who wants to have a go…?

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This shot is not just of me, but I think nicely sums up the whole Folsom Experience.

Yes, that’s a guy holding his dick behind my head. No, I have no idea he’s there. (My Master thought this was very funny!) Many guys walk around the fair entirely naked, or wearing just a cock-ring, or nipple rings, or a collar. Not many women do! Happily, most of the naked guys are gay, which means they don’t bother me at all — I think gay men should romp naked in the streets at every possible opportunity! But for some reason, the kinds of straight guys who choose to wander around naked are always the kinds of guys who just come off as a little slimy, the not cool kind of perverts.

Although I must say that this year I didn’t get my ass grabbed when we were in the crowd — people really seemed more polite this year. Folsom gets really crowded — there are parts of the street where it’s just a seething mass of people, with not more than two inches in between them, and all are pushing and shoving to get in their desired direction, which is generally the completely opposite one from the people around them! It’s pure chaos, but as you look around you, people are dressed in leather and latex and schoolgirl outfits and ponygirl gear and uniforms and, well, every fetish there is (including the guys walking around naked) and it’s really an amazing experience.

Anyway, in the shot above, I was just in between taking pictures. Here are a couple of the shots I was taking. Since the “which do you like best post I did last week was so well received, I’ll ask your artistic opinions again, do you like the first one or the second one best?
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I’ve got Victorian spanking stories on the mind. I’ve been re-reading The Pearl, a long-time favorite, and I have to say that, with the exception of Janus magazine (and Blushes and Roue, too, of course!) Victorian erotica is what I will turn to when I want to read something that will get me drenchingly excited.

When I was about 17, I was stuck with my family in a vaction house over the summer. There were no friends around, and the locals my age had no desire to fraternize with a vacationer. So it was just me and my little sister, and we could get tired of each other’s company pretty fast.

But the house my parents had rented was full of bookshelves. So, being the bookwormy geek that I am, I settled down for a summer of reading other people’s books.

And then I found, innocently enough in a shelf with other random paperbacks, A Man with a Maid and that seriously effected the rest of my summer, which was then spent mostly in my room!

I didn’t have any sex toys, so I went looking around the house for some likely insertable, that no one would think was too strange if they found by my bed. Lo and behold, the table knives were these huge utensils, with sleek, rounded handles. They also curved nicely to one end, as if made to seek out a G-spot! So a knife was secreted by my bed, and I figured if Mom found it I could just tell her I’d been having a late-night snack, “And the knife just fell down there — I was wondering where it went! Couldn’t find it for the life of me!” (It would have been soooooo transparent, but happily my mother never found the furtive bed-side table knife!)

After I went off to college, I could more easily lay hands on erotic books (and keep them undiscovered!) so books like Beauty in the Birch, Frank and I and, The Yellow Room. These were read over and over, and cherished, and if I was a guy, the pages would have been sticky! (Although I’ve never fully understood that. What I do is read the story until I get to a fevered pitch, and then put the book down and replay scenes from it in my head whilst I masturbate. I don’t have enough hands to hold the book up, at the same time, and it would be awkward, anyway, which is not something I particularly desire at that very moment!)

While I was looking up my old favorites online, I discovered this one, and am ordering it right away — I had never heard of it before, and I’m so excited just by the title alone: Tales of Fun and Flagellation!

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