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I’ve been living in the Victorian era in books recently (not an unusual thing for me!) and today it led to a few musings.

It all started when I got this sudden urge to re-read The Secret Garden. (Which actually, was all because we’d watched The Chatterley Affair the other night, and I had an urge to read “a bit o’ th’ proper Yorkshire” dialect — I do so adore the Northern accents!)

My Master gave me a stack of books about Victorian times last Christmas, and they’ve been sitting in lovely heap ever since, waiting for “the right time.” Well, the right time seems to have come! I started out with What Jane Austen Ate and Charles Dickens Knew: From Fox Hunting to Whist-The Facts of Daily Life in Nineteenth-Century England, which I’d been looking forward to reading for a long time. As I go along in it, of course, I can’t help but find things which fire my (kinky) imagination.

‘Once a woman has accepted an offer of marriage,’ advised The What-Not, or Ladies Handbook in 1859, ‘all she has or expects to have become virtually the property of the man she has accepted as husband and no gift or deed executed by her is held to be valid…’

This is silly, but it makes me feel all gooey and romantic. I like to think that now that I’ve married my Master (and this is pretty obvious, considering that I call him Master), that I have become “virtually the property” of him. That, like a Victorian woman, I must answer to my husband in all things, and that in the eyes of the law I am pretty much just one of his possessions. That thought makes me feel so comfortable and happy. Continuing in that theme…

When the husband and wife exchanged vows, they became one person, and, in the words of jurist William Blackstone, ‘the husband was that person.’ The wife, as noted earlier, upon marriage lost virtually all powers over any property that she possessed. All her personal property automatically became her husband’s property to do with as he saw fit…. He could “correct” her if he wished, too, a right which was supposed to mean only verbal chastisement, but in practice often meant physical punishment.

Whee! All of the above for me, please!

And, from the section discussing men’s clothing,

And the cane, of course. No gentleman was ever without one

Absolutely! I’m sure you all agree with that. How can you properly chastise your wife without one?!

I’m going to wander off and daydream about living in a Victorian world….

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!”

Here is a lovely series of images I found! Enjoy — there is nothing like a plump and firm bottom emerging from a pair of split drawers, is there? Well, all the better if it’s getting spanked, of course!

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“All I want for Christmas is…”

Well, no, that’s not true. I’m a greedy little girl and want lots of things! But I would really love to find The Vintage Erotica Collection under the tree! (But I don’t particularly want my family to buy it for me for obvious reasons.) My friend Maggie Mayhem reviewed it over on her blog, saying:

“I’m a bit of a retro-sexual. I’ve always loved porn from yesteryear, especially when it comes from the silver age of cinema.

It’s easy to think we discovered sex or at the very least perfected it. It’s hard enough to think of our parents having sex let alone our grandparents. Maybe I’m a bit odd in that I can’t get enough of vintage porn. I’m not really alone. [...]

I enjoy a good moving picture though, even if it isn’t a talkie. I really liked Vintage Erotica Anno 1920. Released by Cult Epics, it is an incredible collection of mostly French erotic films. They do feature hardcore sex and some pretty sexy fetish scenes as well. If you’re looking to build up a collection of the origins of porn as we know it, it’s a really good place to start. You can buy by the decade as well and watch the trends and evolution of filmed sex.

What I really enjoyed about this film is the whimsy behind much of the porn and the willingness to cross genres. Most contemporary porn is put into individual categories and can be very single minded. This is fantastic if you’re just looking for anal sex, lesbian porn, bondage, pissing (and hey, we all get a one track mind sometimes) but what about those times when you want your porn to dip its toes into several genres at once? In many of the flicks in this DVD you’ll find a blending of sex acts.

The movies featured in this DVD are what kick started porn in America. “The Valley” in Los Angeles, CA did not always have the distinction of being the porn capital of the world. Everything sex used to come out of Paris, France. Aside from beating back the nazis, American soldiers brought back “French postcards” as well as memories of the reels shown in the brothels. The result was a chain reaction leading to the establishment of the site you’re looking at right now.

I do recommend this DVD and the ones that follow it in succession if you can get your hands on a copy. I certainly enjoyed it and it’s the kind of thing I force my friends to sit through as well so naturally I’m telling you all about it.”

I cannot believe I missed Abel and Haron’s post about Roman punishments for wives! How hot! (Whenever a lover has said anything in Latin to me, I’ve just melted to the floor in a puddle of lust. Dead languages are so hot, and Latin has that extra patina of sexiness because of the associations with the church, and say, the Inquisition….)

It reminds me of a fantasy I have about my Master, but it’s just part of a larger, long-running fantasy. It basically has us being reborn into the same roles over and over again throughout the ages.

It starts with us as cave-people. My Master is the Alpha male of the tribe (naturally!) and he kidnaps me from another tribe, and makes me his cave-slave. There’s much hair-grabbing and rough-handling in this fantasy, and my Master basically gets to invent spanking. Good times!

Then it jumps forward to Babylonian times. My Master is a Hammurabi-like ruler, and I am his new wife (Wikipedia says: “Marriage Law in Ancient Mesopotamia very much resembled property law. As discerned from Hammurabi’s Code, wives were bought and sold in a manner very much resembling slavery. The legal institution of marriage, its rules and ramifications, show that in the Mesopotamian world, marriage and slavery were legal cousins.”) I don’t show him the respect he deserves, perhaps I even try to escape, and it’s of course all taken out on my bottom, with rough, “you’re mine” sex to follow!

Jump to early Greece: I’m a flute-girl owned by my Master. I get in trouble at a symposium, and he, being well into his cups, chooses to discipline me in front of the whole party. (In some variations, then he offers me up to them all….)

Jump to Rome. (The Roman fantasy I’ve already shared!)

Jump to Medieval times (also already shared this Medieval fantasy!)

Then there’s the Harem fantasy. I really don’t need to go into the details: you can all guess them! (Especially Paul!)

After having read a book about Tamerlane, there’s now in the mix a fantasy about me getting stolen by the Golden Hoard and made a sex-slave to their War-Lord….

Then there’s the pirate fantasy. (My Master looks strangely like Johnny Depp for this one. I wonder why…?) The gist of this is that I’m the only woman being transported on a boat, say sometime in early Victorian era. Pirates take over, the pirate captain keeps me for himself. But I, being a girl of strong virtue [coughs] resist his crude advances. So he just forces himself upon me, with floggings and strappings to keep me compliant. And lots of anal sex. For some reason, I always think pirates really go for the anal sex!

Then, of course, we get to the Victorian/Edwardian eras. That keeps me busy for quite a while!

That’s about as modern as I get. And of course, I’m skipping huge chunks of history. I’d love to hear any suggestions to either fill in, or take the story forward….

(Also, if anyone wants to see any of the above fantasies “fleshed out” a bit more, I’d be happy to turn them into actual erotica. Just ask!)