Posts Tagged ‘spanking/slippering’
Over the past week or so, there has been a certain furor in a corner of the spankosphere, which impacts a small amount of material that I didn’t write but which I’ve been proud to host here in my blog. Anyone who has been aware of this Sturm Und Drang will know that, basically, some things were presented as autobiographical which were in fact fictional. I have now re-categorized them as fiction, but have no intention of removing them because, regardless of the whether they are fact or fiction, they tell a great story.
There are many many aspects to this situation, which I’m going to ignore on a “least said soonest mended” basis. But I will make a general comment, as follows:
Stories are important, whether they are true to life or the product of a fertile imagination. My fantasies, as you may have noticed, are important to me. Some characters created by Robert A. Henlein, J. R. R. Tolkein, Robin McKinley (and a few others) have played an important role in shaping my opinions and “world view.” I personally have created porn in which I’ve tried and (without undue modesty) succeeded in telling a fantasy story as if it were reality, and I’ve shot videos in which the reality comes across as utterly fake (a career making porn does have its less scintillating moments — remind me to tell you stories sometime). I’ve learned important lessons from novels, and there’s been times I failed to learn anything significant from a biography.
This blog is fueled by my fantasies. It’s a wonderful bonus that so many of them have come true.
But that’s enough about that! I think everyone wants to move onward and forward … or rather, downwards and behind!
Remember how I complained that not enough marks were showing up on my bot after the last punishment, well, my Master found a way to take care of that. I think you can figure out how….
I usually give the write-up before the picture, but today you guys get the picture first, and you can wonder about all the marks until tommorow! Please note that the old marks from the punishment are finally looking “more like it” — I guess it just took ‘em a while to “develop”!
CONTEST: See if you can name all the implements that were used on my bottom!
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You all know I love a good spanking period piece! If given my druthers, I’d much rather read my spanking “erotica” set in past times, watch my spanking porn made on elaborate and detailed vintage sets, and play my spanking games fully in character as some Victorian damsel or Roman slave girl.
Which is why I love Lupus Pictures. I know, I know, they do stuff that is harder than most spankos prefer. But then again, sometimes, so do I! And I also don’t mind watching other girls taking a beating that I might not be able to get through, because I can at least do it in my fantasies, if not live it in reality.
And for all that anyone can live a reality that involves spanking and other CP and discipline, on any spanking blog you’ll still find lots of fantasy: dreams, day-dreams, erotic fantasies shared in hopes they might someday come true — or erotic desires bravely bared, despite their being impractical or dangerous to actually live out.
I think it’s pretty common that the first thing people look to, when they figure out that they are kinky, is the Marquis de Sade. I mean, he is the name behind the word “sadism,” and he is arguably the most famous kinkster who ever lived. Sadly, I’ve always found his most (in)famous works, Justine, Juliette, and The 120 Days of Sodom to be pretty dull (but of course, when I read them I was an impatient teenager desperately looking for the kink in between the pages discussing libertine philosophy. On the other hand, I’ve never needed much help to be a libertine, myself, so it was probably redundant, anyway!) but looking over those book’s reviews online, other people seem to find them fascinating and cover-to-cover page-turners, so maybe I should give them another go. (But I also thought the movie Quills was boring, too, despite having Kate Winslet starring in it….)
If the case is that I just simply don’t like my smut adulterated with all that philosphical nonsense, well, Lupus have kindly provided me with a wonderful alternative: The Recognition of the Great Marquis….
Today’s story tells of a rakish aristocrat, so decadent that nothing excites him any more. He has everything he wants. Musicians play for him 24 hours a day and pretty maids jump into his bed when he beckons. But even that has lost its excitement.
Everything bores him. Until his daughter arrives with her fiancé. They have come from France, which is convulsed by revolution. The fiancé, devoted to the arts, is much disturbed by the uproar and cruelty of the times. You know him. Who might he be?
All those questions will be answered in The Recognition of the Great Marquis. All we will say is that you will see three lovely maids beaten on their bottoms. You will enjoy their weeping and pleading. You will see them bound to a bench and tied up and elevated to the ceiling, and you will never forget their nakedness. And last but not least, everything will be spiced with humorous situations and unexpected collisions.
The continuous fast action of The Recognition of the Great Marquis by Lupus Pictures will draw you in and never let you go.
“Fast action,” yup, I think that was what I wanted! To quote Elvis, “A little less conversation, a little more action!”
(And thanks, Niki Flynn, for the link!)
Ludwig over at Ludwig’s Rohrstock-Palast, his excellent spanko blog, if you haven’t been there yet, has posted an excellent diatribe on why screwing your favorite porn producers out of money is not the brightest idea anyone’s ever had:
So in case you’re doing that, stop it. Seriously. You are hurting the producers who have put time, money and a lot of heartfelt effort into the films, you are hurting the models who have worked hard and suffered for our sadistic joy, and most importantly, you are hurting yourself – because the producers will eventually go out of business, and the content we all love and lust after will disappear. Think about that, matey.
Nobody who makes spanking videos is getting rich with them, and very few people in this industry are in it primarily for the money. If you simply want to rake in big bucks, vanilla porn is a much better business – because the market is much bigger. Videos of spanking, BDSM and other kinky activities, on the other hand, are what is commonly referred to as “niche content”. Most of the producers and models are themselves genuine, kinky enthusiasts who do what they do as a labour of love. They aren’t millionaires with villas, yachts and private planes, but “normal” people with normal jobs, who invest a great amount of their free time, not to mention blood and sweat, to make these films.
However, while they are not in it for commercial reasons, they have to make the work commercially viable. The equipment, the locations, the model fees and travelling costs, the production and distribution, all of that costs money. At the very least, they have to earn back what they put in. Moreover, when you buy a video, it also serves an idealistic purpose. It is a gesture of appreciation, it’s basically like saying: “Thank you, you did a good job. I like your work – so much, in fact, that I’m willing to pay a couple of bucks for it.” Even when the producer is not in it purely for the money, that is a big boost for morale. When you pirate the videos, on the other hand, people will start questioning if they really want to continue putting in all this time and effort just so that a bunch of wankers can download the films without paying.
That’s just my favorite bit, the rest is very good, too!
Everyone is suffering in this economic downturn, so we all have to help each other out. So buy yourself a spanking DVD or a membership at any porn site you like … it will support the people who make the stuff you want to see, and it will make you happy!
Need a site to sign up for?
‘Salon CP’ at Classic Spanking
Gabrielle has an attitude problem, and when she lands a job as a hairdressers apprentice this soon becomes apparent to Phillipe Woodward, the Salon Manager. Not only does Gabrielle make a complete hash of washing the hair of one of their top clients, but she also spills coffee down his trousers.
When I was a kid, anything that had spanking in it would have my immediate attention. Even a small reference to it would take a book from a “read once,” to a “cherish and read often.” The 1916 book about two twins living in prehistoric times, The Cave Twins, had a special place on my bookshelf, and a page surreptiously marked with the slightest of dog-ears (it happened by accident, obviously!) where the cave twins, Firetop and Firefly, get in trouble. This bit of text is what tantilized me so:
” Where did you come from, you naughty little weasels?” cried Limberleg angrily.
“From the cave,” said Firefly. “We followed you because we want to see what lies beyond the blue hills across the river, too. And if you are going to spank us, please do it right away, because we are awfully hungry.”
“Oh, no,” cried Firetop. ” You needn’t do it now if you’d rather not! Couldn’t you put it off until we get home again? We’re willing to wait, and you’d have more time then.”
Limberleg and Hawk-Eye didn’t discuss the matter. They sat right down on the log and began. Limberleg took Firefly and Hawk-Eye took Firetop, and they spanked and spanked.
“Now, can we have something to eat?” sniffled Firetop when it was over. Limberleg looked at Hawk-Eye.” We can’t send them back alone,” she said. Firetop saw that they were going to give in.
“The hyenas would surely get us,” he said plaintively. ” We’re pretty small to go back alone,” sobbed Firefly.
Another book that was a guilty pleasure (this had a small grubby bit of once-white pipe-cleaner stuck inside it, on the same, “I have no idea how that got there — it must have fallen in! It’s certainly not a bookmark!” principle) was a book of poems called A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein. I can’t find the text of the poem online, but I have read it so often I still think I can remember it:
Johnnie built a guillotine
and tried it on his sister Jean
said mother running with the mop
these messy games have got to stop!
Now, I know this has nothing to do with spanking, but beside the poem was an illustration of Jean on her hands and knees, head in the “lunette” of the guillotine, blade still high, and Johnnie with a look of pure boyish sadism on his face (and in the background, mother running with the mop and bucket!). Why did I like this enough to mark the spot in the book where I could find it? It was Jean’s postion: on her hands and knees, in bondage. I couldn’t look at that image enough!
But then there was the real smut of my childhood. They were two books from a series by Dare Wright, about a doll who is adopted by a bear, that my mom had bought for me, approved for children by various children’s book associations and concerned mothers everywhere. The first book is The Lonely Doll. In these first two images from it, you can see immediately my attraction…
Okay, so how could a kid who was titillated at the very mention of spanking resist these images, I ask you?! The second is obvious (although further improved by the text that goes beneath it: ” ‘I may be a silly’, Mr. Bear answered, ‘but I know when a naughty little girl needs a spanking.’ “) but even the first, with the paternal Mr. Bear holding that ruler, that was just up my alley. Or, rather, helped me build my alley!
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For the past week, my life has been eclipsed by the book I am reading — not really reading, but devouring, really! Maia, by Richard Adams, is a thick and dense fantasy novel, which seems to inspire either unmitigated praise or loathing from its readers. The ones who like it compare it to The Lord of the Rings in scope, and the ones who don’t, well, they cast it down to corresponding depths, I assure you!
I personally am loving it, although I don’t think that you should compare every well-fleshed-out fantasy novel to LOTR (and indeed, comparing these two would be serious apples and oranges), although I have by now figured out that I will happily enjoy all sorts of fantasy and science fiction novels at which lots of other people sniff down their noses — and I’m fine with that, as I just get another book to enjoy.
I can’t complain about its length, because I love long novels, since they let me enter another world and stay there for a long time. (Can you tell I do escapist reading?!) And I can’t really complain about anything else I’ve seen derided online about this book; one thing that seems to drive feminist-sorts mad is that the main character, Maia obviously, is pretty flawed. If you don’t read the story closely, you’ll think she’s sorta stupid (very little intellectual curiosity, and not much imagination) — that’s what gets the feminazis up in arms. But since I know at least a couple people who demonstrate exactly the same flaws as Maia, it just makes it all very real and believable to me (and at least she is still a likeable character, unlike Harry Potter, who towards the end of that series I just wanted to smack so he’d stop whinging!) And, what is really great is that Maia grows and changes through the book, learning from her experiences — and that’s really cool to see in a fantasy story. Anyway, I thought having a flawed hero was actually a mark of better writing than having a perfect, one-dimensional character? But what I do I know?
Well, I do know one thing: Richard Adams is a right old pervert! As far as I can tell, he has only written this story so that he’ll have an excuse to think up all sorts of scenarios for slave girls to get caught in shocking situations, with varying amounts of sex and perversion. Most of the main characters are either seriously into BDSM (and “safe, sane, and consensual” don’t enter into it!) or are simply generally very horny people who want to, and do, have sex all the time.
Take poor Maia, f’r'instance. She starts simply as an innocent 15 year old (the very start of the first chapter spends pages lavishing a description of her naked young body) who happily starts fucking her step-father. Yes, really. Unsurprisingly, her mother doesn’t take too well to this, and so she calls in the slave-traders to take Maia away. How could this story really become more than a sexy romp of a novel, I ask you?! Kushiel’s Dart, so infamous as a BDSM erotic novel, has less kinky sex in it!
The best parts, for me, are the spanking-related ones. Maia, after some adventures, gets bought by the obscenely dissolute Sencho. Once in his household, the real fun begins:
The punishment referred to by Terebinthia and Occula as ‘whipping’ was in actuality or never inflicted with a whip, for the bodies of the slave girls of the quality owned by the High Counsellor were far too valuable to be scarred or lacerated. Terebinthia’s normal practice — of which he, as a connoisseur, approved, finding it as enjoyable as whipping, was to administer a sound smacking on the rump with a broad strip of leather about twenty inches long, and perhaps an eighth of an inch thick. As an amusing adjunct to this spectacle, Sencho, whose natural pruriency delighted above all in seeing women indecently degraded, had himself designed and had made a special block for the culprit. This consisted of a life-sized figure, carved in black wood, of a naked grinning savage reclining on its back, the two hands cupped in front of the face to form a kind of perch or saddle. The girl to be punished, having been stripped, was compelled to crouch astride this figure, facing its feet, her buttocks elevated and her groin supported on its hands. In this position, and effectively gagged — for the figure was realistically complete in its semblance of carnal arousal — she presented a charming and elegant spectacle of humiliation which never failed to afford Sencho keenest enjoyment.
During the smacking of Meris, which Terebinthia, herself stripped to the waist for greater freedom, carried out with brisk and pleasing vigour, the High Counsellor, his couch placed close beside the girl, lay watching in blissful silence. From time to time, signing to Terebinthia to pause, he would stretch out a fat arm to caress Meris’s thighs, himself trembling with frissons of delicate, cultured pleasure….
Her own reactions to the whipping had been startlingly unexpected … so Maia, whether she would or no, was swept away by a surging headlong exhilaration. Ah! Ah! Meris shuddering, Meris writhing, Sencho panting, Meris uncontrollably pissing in the black man’s face ha ha….
It was through this inspired scene that I found the novel, as it impressed someone on Amazon enough to include it in the Spanking In Literature List. But it has even more spanking and corporal punishment … Read the rest of this entry »