Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Smoking

Lorie was sitting on her parent’s bed having a cigarette; she had been told that she wasn't to smoke, ever. But it was 1955 and Lorie at 19 thought that she was quite old enough to smoke and do as she liked. She was an adult after all, or at least she thought so. As for her parents thinking so, that was another story. Her mother secretly smoked and if her father ever found out the Beth, Lorie's mother did smoke she wouldn't be able to sit down for a week, if she was lucky.


Beth was out at her afternoon bridge club. She wouldn't be home for a couple of hour. The door flew open and there stood Beth. "Lorie Gardner, just what do you think you're doing?"

Lorie looks to her mother. "I think I'm having one of your smokes. What does it look like I'm doing?"

Beth walks over to her and snatches it from her mouth, going into the bathroom and flushing it down the toilet. Coming back out of the bathroom, Beth confronts her daughter. "Lorie just what do you think your father would do to you if he caught you smoking."

Lorie stands up. "Mother he's not going to catch me smoking."

"And just what if I tell him what I just caught you doing."

Lorie puts her hands on her hips. "Just what are you going to tell him? That you caught me smoking one of your cigs. I think it'd be you that catches hell from daddy, not me. Maybe I just might tell him about your sneaking a smoke when he's at work."

"You'll what."

"I think I just might tell him about your smoking." Beth goes over to the closet and emerges with a ping pong paddle. The very same ping pong paddle that Beth had used on her backside when Henry her husband, had caught her smoking three years ago.

"Mother, are you getting that paddle ready for daddy to paddle you when he gets home."

Beth sat down on the edge of the bed. "No darling, I'm going to use my parental authority on you and paddle that cheeky backside of yours."

Beth reaches out and pulls Lorie over her knee. "M, mother, no wait. I'll tell daddy."

"If your father ever finds out about those cigarettes of that I smoke, I'll get his razor strap and use it on you next time. You just see if I don't."

Beth raises her daughters dress and lowers her panties. "Mama no, wait. I'll never tell him I won't."

Lorie tries to get up off her mother’s knee. Beth puts her hand over her waist and pushes her back down. Whap. As the ping pong paddle makes contact with Lorie's butt, the pain shoots through her ass and up her spin. Her back arches and Lorie's eyes bulge out from her head. "Yeeeeeeowch."

Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch." Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch. Mummy, oh mummy. Noooooo" Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch." Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch. I promise never to smoke again. I'll behave. I truly will."

Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch." Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch." Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch."

Three swats come in quick succession. Lorie is crying now. "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch." Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch."

She is struggling as the ping pong paddle reddens her ass cherry red. The pain is more than she can stand. She lays there and screeches out as the paddle makes contact with her ass cheeks.

Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch." Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch." Whap. "Yeeeeeeowch."

Beth finishes the spanking and releases Lorie. Lorie only lays there for a few minutes and blubbers. Her ass muscles throbbing in pain. Beth eventually helps her daughter to her feet. Lorie stands there and sniffles. Rubbing her ass.

Her panties and around her ankles, Beth helps Lorie out of them and hands them to her. Get to your room young lady. If I or your father hear anything more of this you'll get his razor strap used on the backside of yours. "Yes mummy."

Lorie then goes to her room. Rubbing her backside and sniffling as she does. Plotting just how she's going to get revenge on her mother for spanking her.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Ilsa:The Wicked Warden (1977) - Non Spanking Movie Review Monday

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Ilsa Meets Bruce Lee In The Devils Triangle --- Review


Plot:

Ilsa, now a vicious warden, runs a mental-hospital for young women. A girl deliberately "checks" in to the hospital to find out what has happened to her sister who stayed there. Meanwhile Ilsa and one of the guards are forcing the inmates to have sex with male prisoners, filming them and selling it as porno flicks




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Isla: The Wicked Warden (1977)
is a Canadian production filmed in Switzerland and set in South America, with an international cast that includes Dyanne Thorne, Tania Busselier, Angela Ritschard, Sandra L. Brennan, Lina Romay, Howard Maurer, Peggy Markoff, and Jesus Franco himself, as Dr. Arkos.

Jess Franco, or to use his full name, Jesús Franco Manero, is one of Europe's foremost B-grade directors, and one of the world's most prolific, with a staggering 180 plus feature films made since 1959 under his own name or one of his many pseudonyms. Condemned (along with Luis Buñuel) by the Catholic Church of the 1970s as the world's "most dangerous filmmaker", Franco made exploitative nudity, grotesque horror and Sadistic nastiness his stock in trade, and so it was inevitable that he would collaborate with actress Dyanne Thorne, whose notorious series of Ilsa films featured all these motifs in abundance.

As far as politically incorrect movies are concerned, this one (and the entire "series", for that matter) must rank as one of the most incorrect ever. Not a recommendation for all movie viewers, that's for sure. To read a number of fan stories that are about Ilsa, please go to My Spanking Stories and read about her further exploits. Hit on: My Spanking Stories web page and click on the blinking red dot that is beside: ILSA: She Wolf/Harem Keeper Stories - Stories that deal with ILSA from the two movies Ilsa: She Wolf Of The SS and Ilsa: Harem Keeper of The Oil Sheiks.

Young girls ... Chained ... Condemned to a life of torment at the hands of their beautiful, brutal captor ... Subjected to every known humiliation know to man, or Ilsa.

Technically since it isn't a prison of any kind, but a hospital for the criminally insane, she isn't a warden. She'd be more of a head superintendent. But warden sounds better in the title than head superintendent.

Uses same sets as Frauengefängnis (1975).

Strange, depraved vision of Jess Franco's concerning Ilsa, that wicked, blouse-popping sadist of the famous/infamous series starring statuesque/bosom Dyanne Thorne. There are many scenes which are downright disgusting such as: one dealing with the use of a plastic bag, another with pins and a human pin cushion, shock therapy, a night with the boys from the local prison, and the grand finale where Ilsa/Greta (Thorne) is out to lunch with the girls. She is literally eaten alive by the inmates.

Dyanne Thorne said in a number of interviews that Jess Franco left the camera running when she was taking her bath in this movie. There is out there somewhere footage of her getting out of the bath tub, with full frontal and back nudity. If anyone has it, please put it up on YouTube for those interested in Miss Dyanne Thorne to see.

Although I wouldn't say that ILSA is exactly a good film, I was still quite surprised by how it managed to hold my interest throughout. Not that it made particularly inspired use of the various subtexts suggested in the script (the snuff movie angle, for instance, is not dealt with in any depth) – apart from its over-the-top, and undeniably horrific, conclusion – but it was certainly above-average for an Erwin C. Dietrich

I would have added a number of scenes which showed more punishments, which the aficionado of BDSM would like. Spankings, floggings, shower scenes, cat fight with a punishment ending it, Ilsa getting beaten to death in the end (See My Scenario At Bottom Of This Page For This.)

There was in plans a fourth official film under the title "Ilsa Meets Bruce Lee in the Devil's Triangle", unfortunately it never got made. Google it and read about this non existing movie. ?????


- ALSO KNOWN AS (AKA) -

You can also substitute Ilsa or Greta where ever the either name appears in any title.
production with adequate scenery, an evocative if repetitive score and competent performances.

  • Greta - Haus Ohne Männer - Original Title
  • Greta The Torturer Europe - Informal Alternative English Title
  • Greta, Huis Zonder Mannen - Netherlands Literal Title
  • Greta, La Tortionnaire - Belgium Informal Short French Title
  • Greta, La Tortionnaire De Wrede - France Complete Title
  • Greta, The Mad Butcher - Europe - Informal English Title
  • Greta, The Sadist Europe - Informal Alternative English Title
  • Ilsa - Ultime Perversion - France Video Title
  • Ilsa La Tortionnaire - Canada - Reissue French Title
  • Pénitencier Des Femmes Perverses, Le - France Dubbed Version
  • Sadistria Tou Stratopedou, I - Greece



My Scenario:

This is a different ending to the movie than Jess Franco and Erwin C. Dietrich, who co wrote Ilsa: The Wicked Warden (1977) with Franco imagined. But my perverted spanko mind came up with this ending.
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As the totally insane Abbie Phillips is taken out of the asylum by two of police officers, escorted by her personal doctor, Ilsa looks down from her window. She hears something behind her. She turns around and it is a large group of the other inmates. Lead by number 43, Juana. "What do you lot want. Get back to your rooms or I'll have the lot of you flogged."

Juana points to Ilsa. Grab her and take her down to the punishment rooms. Three of the larger women grab Ilsa and off the group goes down the hall and down into the basement where the punishment rooms are. Ilsa screams as she is dragged off. "Get your hands off me. You'll pay for this. Believe me you'll pay for this indignity."

Once in the punishment rooms, Ilsa is taken into one of the larger cells. Juana points to a punishment bench in the center of the room. The bench is nothing more than a wrist/head and ankle stocks. The three women put Ilsa into this stock. "Let me go, I'll have your hides skinned for this. Help! Help! Help!."

Ilsa screams for help, but none of her staff comes. They have all fled. The police might be arresting them and they do not want to be anywhere near the asylum when the police get there. Only Ilsa, being so arrogant, stayed around. She didn't think that anyone could harm her.

But that doesn't stop her from screaming. "Help! Help! Heelp! Heeelp! Heeeelp! Heeeeeeeelp!"

Once Ilsa has been secured in the stocks, Juana pulls a knife that she had gotten from the kitchen, out of her waist. Ilsa sees the knife and her eyes get as big as saucers. "No wait. What are you going to do with that thing."

Juana puts the knife up to Ilsa's throat. "I know what they'd like to do to your hide. Skin it. But I've got a lot better plan."

She then cuts all of Ilsa's cloths off her. Every stitch. She drops the knife on the floor. Juana then goes over to the wall and takes down a razor strap off its hook. Ilsa sees the strap. "Noooooo."

She'd used it on every one of the women standing around her, at least once in their stay at the asylum. Juana goes over beside Ilsa. She raises the strap into the air and brings it down on Ilsa's backside.

Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII."

As Juana beat Ilsa's backside, Ilsa screeched out in pain. The pain was more than Ilsa could stand. Even then, Juana didn't beat Ilsa as hard as Ilsa had beaten those she had under her thumb. But the pain was more than Ilsa could handle.

Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII."

Ilsa's was losing her mind, the pain would shoot through her ass and down her legs. Ilsa peed herself. She wasn't thinking any more. Only screaming and crying as the razor strap made contact with her ass.

Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." ..............................


.............................. Each of the seven women was given a chance to beat Ilsa's ass. There was only seven left. As the others had run off in fear when Ilsa started to scream for help. They knew that if they were caught beating Ilsa they'd get worse than she was when Ilsa was let free. ..............................

.............................. Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII." Crack. "EEEEEOOOOOIIIII."

Ilsa eventually passed out, this didn't stop her beating. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.

Juana stopped the woman who was beating Ilsa. "Stop, she can't feel anything now. She’s passed out." Juana took the razor strap for the woman who had it and hung it back up on the wall. Juana ushered the woman out of the punishment room. "We'll be back later tonight when she's regained consciousness."

Out the group went. But in the corner there remained one woman. Juana hadn't seen her standing in the darkness. This woman went over and stood in front of Ilsa. She picked up the knife that Juana had dropped on the floor and put it next to Ilsa's throat. Slitting her throat from ear to ear. She then dropped the knife and scurried along to catch up to Juana and the other women.

Ilsa died there in the punishment rooms. The life gone from her cold dead body.

























Saturday, March 7, 2009

The Red Dress

Marcella Granger was out shopping for a new party dress. She needed one for her 30th birthday party on June 9; she had been born in 1926. She had found the one she liked; it was fire engine red with white trim around the bodice. She went to her husband’s photographic studio to show him.


She entered his studio and there stood Ernesto, a lady was paying him for the pictures that he had taken of her and her three children. The women turned to leave, when she saw Marcella, she humphed and shook her head. "Humph."

The lady left. Marcella turned and watched her leave. She then turned back to Ernesto. "I wonder what that was all about."

Marcella walks up to Ernesto and kisses him. "I can tell you what that was for. You know that red is a color that only a whore would wear."

"Ernesto, I'm not a whore. It suits me fine."

He turns his wife towards the entrance and swats her on the tail. Swat. "OOOOOO." She squealed when he hit her, she didn't expect it. It didn't really hurt, just shocked her when he swatted her on the backside.

She wheels around. "Get back to that store and buy another color, I don't mind that particular dress only the color."

She stamps her foot at him. "No, I like it and won't return it."

Ernesto grabs his wife by the arm and pulls her across the room and out the front door. He locks the door then points towards their home. "Move it woman. Get home."

Again she stamps her foot, this time she also crosses her arms and turns away from him. He turns her around and lifts her over his shoulder and off he walks, taking her home. About a quarter of a mile along the main road they come across Richardo, their ten year old son.

Ernesto stops in front of him. Marcella is looking down at her soon; he's playing with a three foot long branch of a tree. "Mummy why's daddy carrying you, are you hurt?"

Ernesto speaks up. "No Richardo, I'm taking mummy home. She bought this dress and doesn’t want to get the bottom of it dirty on the muddy sidewalk."

"Oh mummy that's a beautiful dress."

Marcella looking down at her son. "See Ernesto, Richardo thinks it's beautiful."

"Yes mummy, it looks just like the dress that Mammazita Diago is wearing." Mammazita Diago is the local Madame of the whore house.

Ernesto swats his wife on the tail again. Swat. She says nothing, this time the swat didn't come as a surprise. Ernesto looks at his son, Richardo, can daddy have that switch you're playing with."

Richardo hands it to him. "Yes daddy."

Ernesto turns and starts off the two miles to their home. About fifty feet from young Richardo, Richardo sees his father hit his wife with the switch on her backside. Swat. "EEEEEE."

This time Richardo does hear his mother screech out in pain. Richardo goes back to playing with his friends. As Ernesto and Marcella proceed along the road, Ernesto gives his wife an occasional swat on the back of the dress with the switch. Swat. "EEEEEE." Swat. "EEEEEE." Swat. "EEEEEE." Swat. "EEEEEE."

As the pair get to their home there is a number of people following them and watching the proceedings. As Ernesto walks up their front walk, Marcella squirms and he drops the switch. Looking down at it he can see it's in some mud, so he leaves it where it is.

Into the house he goes carrying his beloved wife. Once in the house he puts her down. She rubs her backside. Ernesto grabs her by the arm and pulls her over to the chair, sits down and over his knee she goes. "Oh no Ernesto. Please I'll take it back I truly will."

Up goes her dress and down her panties slide. One good tug and down they went. Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO."

With his strong left hand he begins to spank his willful wife. He's going to teach her who wears the pants in their family.

Swat. "OOOOOO. Oh Ernesto, stop this." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO. You're hurting me." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO."

By this time Marcella was in tears. She didn't like the spanking. But never did like it when her man spanked her. She didn't know why she defied him; she only knew that she did.

"Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO."

Once Ernesto was through spanking his wife, he let her up. He also stood up. "Now woman, you've got one hour to get that dress back to the dress shop and return with another. If I have to come after you, I'll spank you right there in front of everyone.

Marcella turns and rubbed her sore backside. She wasn't crying anymore, only sniffling. She left the house and there on the front sidewalk where the people who had followed them home. She stopped sniffling and with head held high, walked past them as if nothing had happened.


Friday, March 6, 2009

Cinema Friday - Blood Sucking Freaks (1976)

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Plot:

Join The Fun: ... Human Dart Boards ... Home Style Brain Surgery ... Dental Hi-jinks.

In this "comic" bloodbath, Master Sardu (Seamus O'Brien) kidnaps Natasha DeNatalie (Viju Krem), a prima ballerina, and Creasy Silo (Alan Dellay), a respected New York theatre critic, who has openly mocked Sardu's work in the past. Sardu tortures both of them in his theatre basement of horrors, until they agree to be part of his S & M ballet. The demented stage manager then proceeds to commit a series of horribly gruesome acts.

Meanwhile, Natasha's boyfriend and professional football player, Tom Maverick (Niles McMaster), suspects Sardu is involved in the kidnapping, and enlists the help of crooked Police Detective Sergeant John Tucci (Dan Fauci). Together, they venture into the depths of Sardu's dungeon searching for the truth.

A theater director and his assistant Ralphus (Luis De Jesus) torture naked women on stage. The audience thinks it's 'great special effects', but little do they know that it's all real! This sadomasochistic director has plans for these girls that he kidnaps other than using them for his performances. He fulfills his sick fantasies with them.


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Written and Directed by Joel M. Reed, Bloodsucking Freaks (1976) was inspired by Reed's visit to an S & M Ballet in an underground Soho club. The film was shot in 10 days at night, in 1975, and produced on a shoe-string budget by Alan C. Margolin. The film, then known as The Incredible Torture Show (TITS) was later acquired and renamed by Troma, in 1980. On its initial theatrical release, the film caused a storm of controversy, especially the graphic depictions of violence toward women. This movie mirrors such modern classics as: Saw (2004), that's Saw I thru V and Hostel (2005) I and II, but thirty years before either of these series came out.

Blood Sucking Freaks (1976) was effectively banned (not rated by MPAA at all) in the U.S. following protest by Women Against Pornography. Troma had the film cut to gain an "R" rating, then shipped the unrated print to theaters telling them it was the R rated version. Eventually it was discovered when a woman complained the film upset her child. The question one must act is how sick is this woman for taking her child to the movie, even in the "R" rating. Eventually the MPAA sued Troma for improper use of the "R" logo.

According to director Joel M. Reed, the script was inspired by a real nude S&M ballet company and by the films Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS (1975) and Ilsa, Harem Keeper of the Oil Sheiks (1976).

The director didn't want to make the movie at the beginning. He had another script he wanted to do, about a rock star haunted by a teenage girl groupie, and he was trying to get money to finance that picture.


Some directors use the torture methods that where in this movie in the snuff films, horror film, thriller and many other kinds of ruthless films and bloodcurdling movies they produce. But they were for the most part used in Bloodsucking Freaks first.

The slight plot is really just a clothesline, along which Reeds hangs any number of perverse fantasy. Sardu plays darts on a girl's ass, poker with body parts, invites friends over to perform the titular deed, naked cannibal women locked in the basement of Sardu's place. We all get to see a dentist sucking out the brain of a woman; also chopped legs, severed heads, cock sandwiches, electrocution via nipples, sadism, masochism.. It would all be shocking and nauseating if it weren't so poorly rendered and so adolescent. Where Bloodsucking Freaks really shows its colors is in its utter immaturity. Its shocks are the puerile drivel that inflames the minds of junior high school boys.

- Also Know As (AKA) -

  • Bloodsucking Freaks
  • Heritage Of Caligula
  • Heritage Of Caligula: An Orgy Of Sick Minds
  • House Of The Screaming Virgins, The
  • Incredible Torture Show, The
  • Sardu, Master Of The Screaming Virgins

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  • Continuity: When Ralphus begins sawing the girl's hand off in the 'dismemberment' scene, the saw is to the inside of the shackle. When the camera view changes, the saw is to the outside of the shackle.
  • Continuity: When Sardu is done eating off the girls back, the plate of food is still full when he begins smoking. When he knocks the girl there is nothing on the plate.



My Scenario:

This story is a wholly made up story that is not in the movie Blood Sucking Freaks. It is just a story that I'd like to have seen in the movie.
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Sardu walks out on the stage of the Incredible Torture Show. There sits his audience. A number of patrons, all interested in the amazing show that he's about to give them. All wanting a fine S & M show to enjoy and get excited in. Expecting only what he can give them.

He opens the curtains to reveal only a single chair. He goes over to it and sits down. Looking over to the side of the stage where his assistant has in hand one very large black woman. Or at least her breasts are large. The rest of her is normal. "
Ralphus, my good man. Bring her out for the audience to see."

Ralphus then pulls on a chain which goes up to a collar around her neck. Mary Jane is buck naked. Except for this collar around her neck and a restrain that goes around her waist. Her wrists are attached to the waist restraint. Just forward of her sides. She also has a ball gag in her mouth.

Ralphus pulls her across the stage. She walks, having no choice in the matter, as Ralphus simply pulls on the chain. The audience can see the sheer terror in her eyes. She is looking from Sardu to the audience, then back to Sardu, then the audience. Tears in her eyes, running down her cheeks.

She is standing beside the chair that Sardu is sitting in. "Over my knee Mary Jane."

She shakes her head no and looks to the audience. She gurgles something out of her mouth. Trying her damdest to speak and be understood by the audience. The audience cannot understand her, as the ball gag is restraining her speech. Ralphus swats her on her fat ass. Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW."

"Obey the master, unless you want another." Ralphus swats her again. Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW."

Sardu puts his hand up on her hip and runs it down her side. "Nice fat ass isn't it."

He looks out into the audience. "What do you want me to do to her hide."

From the audience come several suggestions. "Skin her tits, tan her ass, give her to us, us a bull whip on that hide of hers."

Sardu smiles he takes the chain around Mary Jane’s neck from Ralphus and pulls her over his knee. There she lay. Squirming over his knee. Trying her best to stand up. Sardu has put his left hand over her waist. To hold her down. He raises his right hand into the air and brings it down on her ass. Swat. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Swat. "OOEEOOEEOOOW."

Each time Sardu's hand strikes Mary Jane's fat ass, the wobbly ass giggles. Mary Jane can only cry and screech out a garbled cry for help. The ball gag stops her from saying anything legible

Swat. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Swat. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Swat. "OOEEOOEEOOOW."

With each swat of his hand on her ass, the audience cheers.

Swat. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Swat. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Swat. "OOEEOOEEOOOW."

After the eighth swat on Mary Jane's ass, Sardu flexes his hand several times. The palm of his hand is read, almost as red as Mary Jane's backside He asks the audience. Perhaps I should not have used my hand on that fat wobbly ass of hers."

Art this the audience throws up a number of instruments to help Sardu tan her ass with. Sardu looks around on the stage floor, He sees a leather strap, hairbrush, riding crop, birch, rough wooden paddle. There are three other implements that Sardu doesn't know what they are. He looks to Ralphus. "Ralphus my good man, fetch me that wooden paddle."

Ralphus runs over and picks it up. He points it at one of the better looking women in the audience. "Want to come up here and see how much it hurts, good lady."

She shakes her head no and looks down at the floor. Hoping that she won't have to. A man sitting next to her taps her on the back and points to the stage. "Up woman, or I'll have you replace that fat bitch over Master Sardu's knee She reluctantly stands up and goes over to Ralphus, bending over, looking at her man. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."

Ralphus swats her on the back of her dress. She shoots bolt upright and runs around just off the stage rubbing her sore ass. The audience laughs. Mary Jane seeing this, screams out the best she can. She knows that if it hurt the woman that much over her dress, her ass is going to be raw when Sardu gets through with it.

The woman runs back to her chair and sits down, very gently.

Ralphus has taken the wooden paddle over to Sardu. Sardu runs his free hand over the wood. it is very rough. "Yes, That's do the trick."

Crack. Goes the paddle. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." goes Mary Jane. Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW."

With each swat of the wooden paddle on Mary Jane’s ass she screeches out. Her ass is turning bright red from the beating. She arches her back with each swat.

Ralphus goes around the stage and gathers up all the punishment implements that the audience had thrown up on the stage.

Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW." Crack. "OOEEOOEEOOOW."

Sardu stops tanning Mary Jane’s ass, its scarlet now. "Ralphus help Mary Jane up."

Ralphus helps the crying woman to her feet. Take her back stage Ralphus."

The audience goes "AAAAAAA," There sorry the part of the show with Mary Jane is over.

Sardu looks to them. Don't worry. She'll be back latter, I've got something special planned for her. Audience participation. The audience cheers. "Yeeh, Yeeh, Yeeh, Yeeh."

"Now for something, or someone else." He goes off the stage to get the next act ready. As he walks off, the audience yells. "More. More. More. More. More." They stamp their feet in synchronization to the yells for more.