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At least, I think that is Bettie — what do you think?

I just love this clip, and hope it survives on YouTube (just in case it doesn’t – Chross, do you have this?). There is, technically, no reason it shouldn’t be on YouTube, as everyone stays dressed, and there is even a moral lesson!

My exciting lesson for the day is that I find white knickers with black garters underneath very exciting! Who knows why — I’m normally the kind of girl who matches her lingerie not only bra-to-panty, but to all the rest of the outfit as well — but that look totally just pushed all my buttons — well, stroked them, really!

Hey, Maggie Mayhem, what say you that we remake this video, as authentically as possible? That could be our next project together…!

On Friday night Mr. Defeu and I watched a film I’d been looking forward to for a couple months.

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!

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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!

Above is a lovely screen cap of a few tawses, from a British documentary, below…

I love how the Brits will never stop discussing the CP phenomenon. Even if it is never used in schools again, I think as a country they will never be able to let go of the idea!

This is one reason I love the British!

Apologies all, for coming back with a vengeance and then disappearing again. I was all set to put some real time and energy back into this blog … but then the novel I’ve been wanting to write finally started flowing, and I’ve been putting all my energy into that, because I would actually like to get the thing written and published in this lifetime. I can only do so much writing in a day (and so much non-immediately-paying-work, or things start to get a little uncomfortable in the wallet region), so for the next I don’t know how many months, I’m only going to be up here when I can steal a moment or two from the novel.

A funny thing I wanted to write about writing the novel is that I’ve been working on a sex scene these past two days, and it’s taking me way longer to write what is essentially a vanilla sex scene than it would to write a nice spanko piece of erotica. Not that I wouldn’t put a spanking scene in the novel, but it’s not the right place for it in that spot. Since it’s not a spanking scene, I’m trying to write a really good vanilla scene — one that authentically turns me on, but is not too filthy to sell to a normal publisher. (Although I have been noticing that novels now can have scenes as explicit as any porn — it’s just a matter of not having them be too kinky without at least a tenuous reason.)

So, it’s taking me waaaay longer to write this quite basic scene, then it would for me to write a much more intricate spanko one. Amusing.

Also amusing: Chross just recently posted a James Bond clip I’d forgotten all about, but which certainly turned me on when I was a teenage girl watching the all Bond flicks for the first time:

Of course, now I’m going to have, “Gold — fingah!” being sung in my head all day by Shirley Bassey. [sigh]

I see Chross one Bond film, and raise him a Star Trek spoof with equally delightful sexism:

The whole joy of being a post-feminist, I feel, is getting to eroticise being treated like a brainless “little lady,” a second-class citizen who is expected to stay at home and keep out of the men’s way, dear, we’ve got some real business to attend to. Why don’t you go make us some coffee, there’s a good girl!

There’s something so hot about that for me. That casual, “I can slap your bottom any time I like because I’m the superior man, and you are basically a pet who can do the cooking and wash up (if you don’t need someone with superior brains and/or strength to fix something first, that is, in which case I will shake my head and give you the help you need with noblesse oblige oozing out of my ever-so-superior pores).” I like that I can choose to live in (or visit!) that world. (Of course, it’s the fact that it’s a choice that makes it hot, so I thank my bra-burning fore-mothers for that.)

It reminds me that the other night Mr. Defeu and I were watching TV, and there was something on about a culture (or something — I’m blanking on it, now) where the women are inferior to the men. I turned to him and gave him a nudge and said, “Oh, like in Blushes or Janus! That’s your sort of world!”

“No,” he replied with the calm smile of someone about to smoothly deliver a punchline, “Not inferior … just different .. and subordinate!”

Phwoar! (A., What a sexy delivery — I’m so turned on by that sort of thing, and B., that relaxed and certain superiority is just what I was talking about above as being hot for me. Double whammy!) That sort of thing just makes me want to go off and have the kind of hot kinky sex where I am obviously there for his pleasure, because that’s what a wife is for, to serve and please her husband, right?!

Ooooh! I’m all hot and bothered, now. Maybe must go have a moment of, ahem, personal relief before I go back to writing my novel!

This, I admit, has nothing to do with spanking. It is just beautiful and thought-provoking.

However, if certain of you want to fantasise about spanking any of the less-than-entirely clothed young ladies in the various film clips, I would never stand in your way!

All of the clips used in this film came from a reel of 35mm nitrate found in an old theater somewhere in Pennsylvania.
The projectionist clipped these scenes to meet local moral standards of the time.
Will our current forms of censorship look just as ridiculous to future generations?