There’s a stylish spanking blog — not previously linked here by some odd mischance, though I’ve encountered it with pleasure on more than one occasion — called The Spanking Writers, in which Able and Heron recount their spanking lifestyle and share their love of schoolgirl / schoolmaster roleplaying. Fanciful without being fantastic, it’s a very civilized, and very British, read. From New Year’s Eve:

Those of you in the UK may have caught the BBC’s fantastic New Year’s Day production of “Wind in the Willowsâ€?. Fortunately we had glasses of wine to hand when the main characters, plotting a raid to reclaim Toad Hall, armed themselves with staffs and raised a toast:

“To the proper handling of sticks!â€?

Needless to say, we joined in enthusiastically. As a motto for the year ahead, it seemed rather appropriate.

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My young lady was told that she could choose her cane; she disappeared upstairs, returning with the longest, thickest, heaviest rod in the house — our Singapore rattan, bought more with curiosity than intent. Even the lightest stroke resulted in a spectacular response, and a delightful stripe; the twelfth and hardest engendered a yelp that the crowds in London could surely have heard 200+ miles away!

I mention this now — proof that flattery will get you anywhere, if it’s unexpected and apparently sincere — because I was pleased to note the following among “our festive roundup of our personal 2006 favorites”:

Erotic Site of the Year. As obsessed with spanking as we are, sometimes we peek into other areas of sexuality as well. On those occasions nothing gives us an erotic jolt quite like ErosBlog, with its exploration of humans as sexual beings.

Why, thank you!

The next time I’m at the beach and find a handy sand ledge, I want to excavate one of these:

So much more fun than carving a sand castle!

What is it about beer in plastic cups that leads to all these entertaining party girl photos?

Up for some Flirty Fishing, anyone?

Ouch, where exactly did the point of that fish hook go?

It seems that the religious organization (“cult”, to its detractors, but then every small marginal religion is a cult to its detractors) known as “The Children of God” or “The Family” used to practice a modern form of temple prostitution, both to gain new adherents and to earn revenue for the organization. They called this practice “Flirty Fishing”:

Flirty Fishing (FFing) was a form of religious prostitution practiced by the Children of God/The Family cult from 1974 until it was officially discontinued in 1987 (due, in part, to the AIDS scare). Its etymology can be traced to Matthew 4:19 where Jesus says “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”

Flirty Fishing was a subset of The Family’s love bombing activities and involved the use of sexual attraction and intercourse to win converts and favors. Female members were told to be “God’s whores” and “hookers for Jesus”, and soon after its launch as a method of witnessing, sex was given to complete strangers in combination with a request for a “donation”, or for a required fee in line with Escort Servicing (ESing) or freelance ESing.

There’s nothing new about fishing for converts using loving, available women as bait. But these people didn’t shrink from their metaphor:

Ouch, again. The text is explicit about this piercing business:

Art thou willing to become my bait? Then yield thyself therefore to be pierced through by many sorrows!

For the bait is placed again and again on the hook and pierced many times ere it is finally devoured, that it may catch many for my kingdom!

The bait is taken:

Make no mistake, though; this was not a joyous nor a sex-positive operation. Dig the text from the tract (my emphasis added):

“Art thou willing to kiss many with My kiss of life? Through thy death to thyself thou shalt bring life to many that would devour thee and feast upon thy flesh. You flirt to entice them that they may be caught!”

There are a great many more of these well-illustrated True Komix tracts on various subjects — apparently tract sales were another source of revenue — and sexual imagery was prevalent, and often very attractively presented:

But the whole sex / piercing / death theme is never very far away:

Did I say “Ouch” yet?

Given that we live in a world where popular religions are either actively hostile to sex (the sex people actually have all the time, I mean, not the limited subset involving marriage and procreation), or are (at best) tolerant of it, it’s a bit mind-warping to find religious advertising that makes graphic use of sexual imagery. Doubtless they got a lot of attention for themselves using these seductive tactics. But I think the “big-nail-driven-into-her-pussy” image says all we really need to know about the role of women in that church. Ugh.

I imagine that tickling girls is probably the first experience most little boys get with anything remotely like power exchange or BDSM. Annoying critters like big sisters, powerful people like mom, those fascinating but dangerous girl-creatures at school — sometimes they can be disarmed, discombobulated, annoyed, whatever, it doesn’t matter, they are affected by a tickle, by just a little half-innocent touch. The result can be out of all proportion to the strength of the touch, and what’s more, the “victims” often laugh and seem to enjoy themselves, even as they are powerless to resist or ignore. Heady stuff!

Of course tickling is a fetish in its own right for some people, with commercial tickling porn and everything. But I sometimes have trouble imagining that the pro bondage pornographers (who usually seem to produce oh-so-serious tableaux featuring anguished faces, strained positions, and whistling whips) don’t tickle their models now and again, if only to produce a smile when they need one.

And, indeed, they do tickle, if this tickle-bondage photo from Hogtied.com is any indication:

That’s the lovely Veronica Jett getting tickled in her ropes, and you can see more of her here.

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• Are You Ticklish, Girl?
• Are You Ticklish?

When I first saw this picture, I thought it was the weirdest dildo I’ve ever seen. What’s up with those open ends, and why isn’t it ribbed all over?

But then I read the email that it was attached to, and the mystery of the strange dildo was solved.

If they have this much fun during the ritual feeding of the cake at the wedding, just imagine how much fun they’ll have in privacy with whipped cream and honey:

Although, judging by the not-entirely-pleased look on her face, he may have to be punished first.

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• Wedding Night Surprise
• Start As You Mean To Continue
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• Bridesmaid Riding
• Happy Sex: Bride Or Ballerina?
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