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I had started watching it on my own — Mr. Defeu has no interest in “bodice rippers” or period romances, so I tend to get them while he’s travelling, and then get some chocolate ice cream and make sure the tissues are to hand.
I couldn’t remember why I’d rented this film, but I knew I’d put it in the Netflix queue for some reason. As it started, I thought, “Oh, gods, it’s one of those Victorian ones made in the late ’70s/early ’80s, where the girls have that ever-so-authentic blue eyeshadow and big hair.” But I thought I’d give it a fair go — after all, Sergeant Cribb was made in 1980 and set in the Victorian period, and it’s wonderful.
The film starts with a gentleman riding home from his pheasant shooting … when he spies a boy on the road. He then asks the very pretty lad where he is going, and ascertains that the poor boy is homeless and in need of a friend, and takes him home to feed him a good dinner, and ends up telling the lad he can stay. Well, I hadn’t even gotten to the start of the dialogue when I yelped in surprise, “But this is Frank and I! Ohmigod!” (Yes, I was talking to myself. But Mr. Defeu wasn’t there, so I only had myself to talk to!)
For no reason anyone can figure out, they called the film Lady Libertine, but it most certainly follows very closely to the Frank and I story, I even recognized some lines spoken directly from the book.
For those who don’t know, Frank and I is one of the finest Victorian erotic classics, very much focussing on the love of the rod, that very English vice. I don’t know if I should be embarrassed that I recognized the story before 10 seconds of film had passed, but it gives you an idea of how many times I’ve re-read and masturbated to this book!
The above picture that I’m sure perked up your attention is from the first CP scene (in the book it is a birching, but obviously for the movie they chose the cane), when our narrator, Charlie, still thinks that “Frank” is just a very pretty lad who is in need of some corrective discipline. It is at the end of the caning (although in the book it’s after the second birching) where Charlie discovers that Frank is actually “Frances,” a girl who has run away from very bad circumstances. Obviously, Charlie decides to keep “Frank” around, which of course would have been very scandalous if anyone were to discover their secret, as in Victorian times young ladies were not generally put unchaperoned into the hands of an unmarried man not related to them. (Thus the book cleverly sets up a really erotic plot!)
The above image is from the story Frances recounts. She had been given to a whore house, unknown to her, after the death of her parents. When Frances wouldn’t put out with the customers, she was beaten by the madam with a slipper. It isn’t quite how it went in the book, but still, nice that they went along with the plot that much! Great use of period split drawers, also!
This next scene is from when Charlie visits the brothel where Frances had been beaten and almost forced into prostitution. This is, and it’s the same in the book and movie, is a tableau vivant of “The punishment of a Nihilist in a Russian Prison.” Really! (While this is actually appropriate for the time in which the story is set, it still seems amusingly random!) Above you see the first stroke of the whip on the “nihilist’s” buttocks. They use red paint to simulate blood, but as you can see, some of those strokes must have stung, regardless!
This shot is from a really transformative scene, in both the book and the movie. Frances, now dressed in the clothes of her birth gender, has been on holiday with Charlie, and got stuck flirting with this guy who pushed it further along than she wanted. Charlie was very jealous and angry with her. Above she is saying, “Charles – Punish me any way you like … as long as afterwards you forgive me!”
After this scene, the movie is mostly over (this transformative scene leads to love and marriage, and sadly it is implied that Charlie and Frances have finished with the whole CP thing and are now going to be vanilla-ever-after) but the book goes on rather longer – and involves a good deal more of the stuff that you would expect in something called “Lady Libertine” – I have no idea why they called the movie that, as they cut most of the really libertine scenes from it!
In the end, like all movies not made directly for a spanko audience by spankos, this has its disappointments. However, not many spanking porn producers are going to have the budget that Playboy Films does, so we have to take what we can get. (Note to spanking film/website producers – if you are actually going to do a high-budget version of Frank and I, please count me in! I would even cut my hair in a boy’s cut, if I had to!)
Here is a sample of that first punishment scene!
Kink.com has a new project — The Upper Floor: kinky reality porn, “an Edwardian Great House where servants are sexually disciplined” — that might generally be a little too BDSM-y for dedicated spankos, but which does involve discipline and lots of caning, which I think most of us can get behind! (As it were!)
Here are some of the offerings. Their offered text to use for promo is so amusing that I will use some for captions…
The thing that makes The Upper Floor a bit different from other sites is that they have exotic parties and multiple weekly shows that are streamed live. And once they are over, they are available to watch any time. And I have a number of friends who are showing up there, which probably doesn’t mean much to you, but it’s fun for me to say, “Oh look, there’s Maggie!” as I watch the broadcasts.
I’ve been away from this blog too much recently, a combination of travel, holidays, and some poor health, and it’s been taking me forever to catch up with my friends in the spankosphere. But the fault is not mine! So many blogs have been pouring out really brilliant stuff recently.
First up, I’m totally jealous of Adele Haze, who did a kinky 12 Days of Christmas. That’s just the hottest thing ever. (And, unlike Leia-Ann Woods, I am still a “a spanking virgin of 2010” so when I say I’m jealous, I really mean it!)
Spankingblog.com posted the coolest Krampus picture as his Christmas gift to us this year. Thanks!
Kami did a scene with HH which gave her the wondrous revelation about herself as a spanko. While I personally would like to be left alone while I exercise (it hurts enough, thankyouverymuch, and when I work out I’m just focused on moving my body correctly or if it’s yoga, maintaining proper alignment, so I don’t need painful distractions) I agree with Kami that yes, everyone wants to see girls in gym shorts take a caning. At least my Master does, and his tastes have not just rubbed off on mine — completely supplanted (or at least modified) most of my fantasies.
EmmaJane visited a very dark fantasy recently. It really worked for me! (Although if you have abuse issues, I don’t recommend you try it – it’s all-too well-written.)
And The Spanking Writers always set a high standard, but even they have been sharing the most brilliant stuff recently. The pencil between the teeth story, for one, and a Christmas spanking, and then … well, I was totally bowled over when they honoured me with “Hottest Kinky Blog” in their The 2009 Spanking Writers Awards. I still haven’t thanked them properly, and honestly I don’t really know how – it means so much to me!
The other day I was reading The Pearl out loud to Mr Defeu, and found a reference to “The Order of St. Bridget.” Being me, I could not rest until I’d searched it out, and I found the whole text online for free. Here are some fun excerpts:
and how she kept them in order. I soon found out. She practised whipping, as almost every fashionable lady does, and kept them in order with the rod. I dare say, shut up as you are, you have never seen anything of the practice since you and I were girls together at Mme. Duhauton’s. Do you remember how we used to indulge in whipping on the sly, when Madame thought we were in bed? That was a very untutored way of proceeding. I have learned better since, and I can tell you that the passion for the rod is one which grows; I am as ardent a votary of whipping now as any of the ladies I have served, and I
have had two mistresses who loved it dearly. Mme. St. Valery kept her women and pages in order with the rod, and taught us to dread it, but she was not refined in her manner of using it; she would begin well enough, but it was sure to end in her getting in a passion. Many a time I have smarted well in her service….
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