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Thursday, November 7th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
I dunno what she did or why she has a punishment coming, but her coy backward glance suggests she isn’t too worried about it:
Cartoon is from the April 1933 issue of Paris magazine.
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Wednesday, August 24th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
The riding crop, presumably, is just to make sure she has these gentlemen’s full attention. I think it’s working:
Our commanding woman is from a 1953 issue of This Week magazine. Artist credit is Peter Stevens.
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Saturday, September 29th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Men and women of a certain age will instantly recognize this as Lucy Lawless, the actress who played the titular Xena in Xena: Warrior Princess. Men, perhaps, may be more likely to remember that she dressed up in this stunning dominatrix outfit for a photoshoot in Esquire magazine in August of 1997:
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Sunday, August 28th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Spanking Blog has an instructional French sex comic panel for the gentleman who wants his partner to move her ass more during the anal sex. His solution, apparently, lies in the brisk application of a riding crop:
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Friday, November 21st, 2014 -- by Bacchus
She’s dominant for sure, but somehow I get the sense that the spanking she’s about to administer with that riding crop is personal:
Via Spanking Blog.
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Tuesday, March 11th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
M’lady, your companion has arrived. I would not keep him waiting, if I were you. He looks a bit impatient.
Picture is from Annabel Josheph’s Hall Of Hotness, where it’s attributed to “W., a friend.”
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Friday, March 16th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Item: multi-centi-millionaire. Item: horse-crazed wife with a love of horsey rituals and gear (dressage). Item: “unemployed” by his own characterization, so plenty of time to play. Item: Lots of real estate, so plenty of private space to play in. Item: pony-boy gear in possession.
Wait, what?
It’s true. According to the Washington Post:
Her son Josh told another New York Times reporter in 2007 that he had given his dad a rubber horse mask so that if he wore it, “maybe Mom will pay as much attention to you as she does to the horses.”
Maybe she would!
And now you’ll never be able to look at him on TV again without imagining him staggering along a forest track somewhere wearing a saddle, his wife in full dressage kit, a horse mask, and about thirty riding crop welts. And nothing else. Well, nothing else except for the sweat. And I imagine he’d maybe have him some fancy $10,000 custom-cobbled hoofy boots from some toney bespoke fetish cobbler in London.
Motive, means, opportunity. The Romneys, they has them all.
When asked about this story a representative of Dogs Against Romney said “If it’s true, I hope he suffers as much as poor terrified Shamus did. But I doubt it — because Ann Romney at least has a horse trailer, so her pets don’t have to ride on the roof.”
(I totally just made that quote entirely up.)
Thanks ever so much to Femdom Resource for spotting this. Rather less thanks, I think, for the resulting mental imagery…
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Sunday, September 18th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I’m not clear on what’s happening in this card game, but the gentleman seems to think he’s winning:
From Vintage Scans.
Friday, October 22nd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I stalwartly maintain that our prudery as a society inhibits our ability to teach our young people. Take the classics, like, say, The Golden Ass by Apuleius. It’s not a bad book as it stands, but it’s even more entertaining as imagined by Milo Manara:
This panel from Manara’s graphic novel version found at Spanking Blog.
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Friday, August 6th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
About ten months ago I asked:
Does anybody have, or have a link to, a really good high-quality scan of that Spy Magazine cover from 1992 or thereabouts that featured Hillary [Clinton] Photoshopped into an impressive dominatrix outfit?
There was a resounding silence.
Fortunately, The Boss at The Collar Purple had better luck:
I’d still like a really hi-res scan, if anybody’s got one.
Update: It gets better.
Saturday, July 5th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Michelle from Sweetness Follows discovered the “Secret S & M Section” at the tack shop and it totally disrupted her lunch break:
Looked at the whips and bats up on the wall… okay so they were actually intended for horses, not for S & M. There was a basket full of riding crops. All different lengths and sizes, with different tips — some with big flat parts on the ends, some with a long leather whip-like cord, some with smaller flat parts (I realize I don’t have the terminology correct).
And I stood there, and thought of all the uses they could be put to.
“This one,” I thought, looking at one with the whip-like end “could be used on my tits and my nipples. This one,” (the one with the bigger flat part on the end) “is for my ass and my pussy. And this one,” (the one with the small flat end) “would be for when Mike has me hold open my ass so that he can spank my asshole”.
I stood there, looking through them, picking them up, feeling their weight and texture in my hands. I imagined myself, spread open in front of Mike while he spanked me with that riding crop, making my outer lips all red, until he had me open my cunt so that he could slap my inner lips, my pussy hole, even fucking me with the handle, and calling me a bad, dirty, slutty little girl the whole time. I imagined him having me stand in front of him, hands behind my back, back arched, presenting my tits to him, and the sting of that leather cord on my nipples, the undersides of my breasts…. I imagined how it would feel, after 20 minutes of being spanked mercilessly on the ass with that first riding crop, only to have him tell me to spread my ass open and slap my asshole with that last, smaller crop. The one that would sting the most, I think.
To make sure, I tested them all, slapping them against my palm.
At that point I was glad I was wearing a skirt because the wetness from my pussy had already soaked through my underpants, and would surely be showing through pants, had I been wearing them. As it was I could feel my thighs, slick with pussy juice.
“Do you need some help choosing one?” I nearly jumped out of my skin, then turned to face the girl who worked there. I know she didn’t know what I’d been thinking, but still… I blushed a little. “Oh… no, just looking…”
Dollars to doughnuts, more than half the riding crops that store sells never touch a horse. And they know it.
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