Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Kelli walked up the front walks, in her hand she had a bag, with a new bamboo cane in it, she had gone out at lunch and bought it. She was going to teach Zelda what it really meant to be bitchy to her in the morning.
She opened the front door and stepped in. "Kelli mummy's home."
Zelda always called Kelli mummy when they where alone. it was there little game they played. This time Kelli would act as a mummy should act. Punish a bitchy young lady. Kelli was the dom, even though she was 22 and Zelda was 50 years of age.
Zelda pops out of the closet. "Surprise." She yells.
There she stands wearing her high heals, leotard that went to to her crotch. The crotch and breasts had openings in them so that anyone could see what she wanted them to see.
Kelli jumps. "Oh my yes."
Zelda walks up to her and rubs Kelli's tight dress, over her backside. "Your backside sure is nice in that outfit Kelli."
Kelli then takes the bamboo cane out of the bag. "I'm sorry to say young lady, that your backside isn't going to be nice, when I get through with it."
Zelda steps back and instinctively puts her hand over her ass. "But, But what did I do mummy."
Kelli swishes it through the air a few times. "Remember this morning, remember how you sassed me and stomped your foot at me, when I told you that the laundry wasn't done in a week?"
Zelda again goes up to Kelli and rubs Kelli's backside. "Yes, but we can make it up, right now. I'll make you feel real good, I will."
Kelli reaches down and slaps Zelda's hand away from her ass. "No, I have to do what mummy's have had to do to disobedient young ladies for years. I'm going to have to spank you."
Zelda stamps her foot. "No. I won't stand for it. I'm much to old to be spanked."
She reaches up and grabs Zelda by the ear. "I think not, young lady."
Kellie then pulled Zelda into the house and to the laundry room. The door to the basement was in the laundry room. Once in the laundry room, Kelli stops pulling Zelda. She points to the pile of laundry in the hamper. "You didn't even do the laundry."
She raises the cane in the air and brings it down on her backside. Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow."
"Mummy, oh god no. Please I'll do it right now." She tries to bend to pick up the laundry and put it in the washing machine. But can't, as Kelli has her by the ear still. But while she's bent over. Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow."
Zelda shots bolt upright and covers her ass up with her hand. Kelli then pulls Zelda down into the basement and over to the spanking bench. She bends her over and ties her hands and ankles while she's bent over the spanking bench post.
Zelda looks back to her. "Mummy, please noooooo."
Zelda is struggling in the restraints, looking back at Kelli, the best she can.
Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow. Oh please stop, oh my." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow. It hurts, it hurts. Please stop. I'll do my jobs around here. I truly will." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow. It hurts, it hurts." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow."
Kelli stops the beating. "It's supposed to hurt. That's the purpose of this exercises."
Kelli walks over and rubs her finger tips over the welts on Zelda's tail. Zelda is crying. "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."
After a minute of this Zelda is only sniffling and is starting to moan in ecstasy. "OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH. Oh yes. More. More."
Kelli stops rubbing Zelda's ass. "Okay my dear if it's more of this cane you want. Than it's the cane I'll give you."
"Noooooo. That's not what I wanted more off. Not the cane."
Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeow."
Kelli puts down the cane and starts to rub Zelda's ass again. She puts her hands between her legs and starts to finger her pussy. Zelda is now back to moaning. "OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH."
Zelda finally cums and Kelli releases her from the spanking bench. She then throws her over her shoulder, with Zelda's wrists and ankles still bound up and she carries her up to their bedroom. They forget about supper and make love long into the night.
Monday, September 29, 2008
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Caged Heat is yet another gem from the Roger Corman camp, in the tradition of The Big Bird Cage, The Big Doll House, Women in Cages, etc. Films that make up for zero budget and even less thespian prowess with an abundance of pointless and exploitative nudity and, occasionally, a script that is surprisingly clever and effective.
The US drive-in audience's taste for renegade women has thrown up some pretty bizarre movies, but few more distinctive than Demme's directorial debut. Having previously scripted The Hot Box and Black Mama, White Mama, but this effort won him, and continues to win him, praise as one of the best of those female prisoners action strands that were a popular exploitation feature of the seventies. He won the academy award for his direction of The Silence of the Lambs, seventeen years after Caged Heat.
Written and Directed by Jonathan Demme, Caged Heat is the granddaddy of all 'WIP' women in prison films. It may be old news, but It has never been done quite like this. It's tough to describe why Caged Heat is more of the same, but oh so different at the same time, but it is. It's partly due to the writing, partly due to Demme's casting choices, and partly due to his talented direction, even back then his style was evident.
Caged Heat does start out as a bare-knuckled women's prison pic and turns into a girl gang rampage, by way of a lot of witty feminist. It ends in a shoot everything that moves/revenge prison escape.
Caged Heat has everything we've come to expect in a good women in prison flick, except it did it first.
- New prisoners forced to strip for medical examinations, while creepy doctor relishes in pulling on a thick latex glove.
- Shower Scenes.
- More boobs in more shower scenes than I can keep track of.
- Nude solitary confinement.
- Insane Warden
- Insane Doctor
- Soaped-up and down and dirty cat fight on shower floor
- Grueling extended sequence of electro shock-therapy.
- Doctor drugs young woman, takes off her clothes, then fawns over her while taking pictures and kissing her.
- Innocent Inmates.
- Many Nude Scenes.
Considered the quintessential 'girls in prison' flick of the 1970s, novice director Jonathan Demme's. Caged Heat is set in a hellish American woman's penitentiary run by vicious, wheelchair-bound superintendent McQueen (Barbara Steele). Statuesque convict Jacqueline Wilson (Erica Gavin) is forced to undergo horrible (but legal) tortures when she is falsely accused of trying to escape.
Gavin and fellow con Maggie (Juanita Brown) decide to make a real break, but return to prison to rescue a friend who is about to be lobotomized by the sadistic prison doctor. Then they stage a robbery, only to find a group of male robbers at the bank ahead of them. A final shootout in the prison yards brings the film to a bloody climax. Other actress's to look for are: Belle Tyson (Roberta Collins), Pandora (Ella Reid), Lavelle (Cheryl Smith) as Rainbeaux Smith, Dream Guard (Ginna Martine), Hazel (Irene Stokes), Rosemary (Cynthia Songé) as Cynthia Songey, Debbie (Desiree Cousteau) as as Deborah Clearbranch and many many more.
Caged Heat was also released under the titles.
- 5 femmes à abattre - France
- Cárcel Caliente, La - Spain
- Caged Females (Undefined)
- Caged Heat - Das Zuchthaus Der Verlorenen Mädchen - West Germany
- Celas Em Chamas - Brazil
- Confissões Íntimas De Um Presídio Feminino - Brazil
- Femmine In Gabbia - Italy
- Goraca Klatka - Poland
- Gynaikes Piso Apo Ta Sidera - Greece
- Naarashäkki - Finland
- Pako Connevillen Naisvankilasta - Finland (Video Title)
- Renegade Girls (Undefined)
- Uwieziona Pasja - Poland
- Wiezienna Goraczka - Poland
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Ben looks at his daughter. "Mary Beth what happened to you today. Why the pillow."
She didn't say a word. She looked down at her dinner plate.
Joan pipes in. I caught her playing hooky from school today. Her and her friends where at the shopping mall."
"Oh, I suppose your mother spanked you and that's why you're sitting on that pillow."
"Yes daddy." Ben looks over at his wife, then back to his daughter.
Shaking his head. "Mary Beth. Do you think that someone who plays hookie should be spanked."
She shakes her head no. "No I don't papa. I'm too old to be spanked like that."
He looks at his wife. "Do you actually think that someone who plays hooky should be spanked Joan, my love."
She shakes her head yes. "Yes I most certainly do."
"Well than what about you."
"What about me. I didn't play hooky from school"
He smiles. "No my dear, you played hookie from work. Just as bad.
She looks at her husband. "Ben, I just wanted to take the day off from all that work."
He stands up. "Young lady, it's all the same thing to me. He grabs his wife by the ear.
Before she realizes what's about to happen, he pulls her to her feet. "Ben what are you going to do."
"Spank you for playing hooky of course, what's good for the goslet, is good for the gander."
She puts her hand up to her ear and tries to to pull it away. "Ben no, I'm your wife and much to old to be spanked like a child."
"Young lady, you're not to old for what I'm about to do to you."
Ben pulls her down to their bedroom and stops at the door, letting go of her ear. "Into the bedroom young lady."
"Ben, No, I won't let you."
"Get in there young lady."
As Joan went into the bedroom, Ben picked up her hairbrush. One very much like the hairbrush, she had used on Mary Beth earlier. She is pulled over to the bed and turned over his knee. Ben no, stop this, this instance."
Mary Beth got up from the kitchen table and snuke down to her parents bedroom and stood just around the corner of the door, out of sight."
Then she heard it.
"Ben no wait." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO. Ben, oh my god no. This isn't right." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO. Oh no. Mary Beth can hear." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."
Ben stops spanking his wife and she hoping it's over tries to get up. But he's holding her too tightly over his knee. "Perhaps Joan my love, she'll learn a lesson. In that no one is above getting there tails tanned when they play hooky. Her from school, you from work."
He then continues to spank her soundly. By now she was crying. "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."
Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."
Joan's backside was hurting as much as she knew her daughters must have during her spanking.
Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."
Mary Beth heard the spanking stop and rushed down to the kitchen. She didn't want to get caught listening in on her mothers spanking. It was five minutes before Ben joined her at the table. Joan didn't come out of her bedroom all night. Not because she was sent to her room, like Mary Beth had been. But because she was too mortified to come out and have her daughter see her after being spanked like that.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Mary Beth and her friends where walking through the mall food court. They went to a Taco Bell, ordered their food. She was chomping down on a taco, when she saw a person come up to her and standing so close to her that she couldn't see much else, out of the side of her eye.
As she looked up and before she saw who it was she said. "What the fuck, isn't there enough room in your world to leave me some room." Then she sees her. It's her mother.
Joan reaches out and grabs her daughters ear. Lifting her up out of the chair. "Mama, what a coincidence. What are you doing here?"
Joan says nothing. She starts to pull her daughter out of the food court and down the malls main walkway. "Mama, your hurting my ear."
As they go out into the parking lot, Joan says. "Not as much as I'm going to hurt that backside of yours once we're home young lady. This young lady is a school day. Just why where you not at school."
As they get to the car, Joan lets go of Mary Beth's ear and opens the passenger side of the vehicle. "Mama, I just wanted to take the day off from all that work."
On the short drive home, neither of them said a thing. Once Joan had pulled into the drive way, they got out of the car. Walking up to the front door, Mary Beth was a bit slow in walking. Swat. "OOOOOO. Mother, no. I'm to old for that."
Joan opens the front door and in they go. "Young lady, you're not to old for what I'm about to do to you."
Joan pushes her daughter down to her bedroom. At the door Mary Beth turns around. "Mother what are you going to do to me."
Joan pulls her daughter into the bedroom. "As I intimated earlier, I'm going to teach you that playing hooky from school is a no no in this house."
Joan walks over to the clothing chest of drawers and picks up her daughters wooden hairbrush. Immediately Mary Beth's hand went over her backside, tightening up her ass muscles. "Mother, No, I won't let you."
Joan walks over to Mary Beth and pulls her over to the bed. Turning her over her knee. "Young lady, I don't think your strong enough yet to stop me."
"Mama, noooooo." Mary Beth was laying over her mothers knee. She could feel the hairbrush rub against her skin as her dress was lifted over her head. Then she felt some fingers between her panties elastic and her skin. Down they come.
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Mama, oh my god, stop this humiliation." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Oh my. I don't like it." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. It hurts so much." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
Mary Beth's backside was turning cherry red. She screamed with each cut of the hairbrush on her poor backside. She blubbered as she always did when over her mothers knee.
"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, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
Joan stopped spanking her daughter and let her go. She slowly got to her feet and fell on the bed. Crying her eyes out. Joan got up and put the hairbrush away and left the room. Turning as she went through the door, she says. "You'll stay in your room until supper, young lady."
Friday, September 26, 2008
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The episode with the swat of Reba McEntire swatting Melissa Peterman happened in the episode titled Parenting With Puppets. It is episode number 102 and was in season 5, episode 12. It first aired on Jan 20 2006.
Little Henry (Jon Paul DeFabry) is becoming quite a handful. When Barbara Jean (Melissa Peterman) brings him over for Reba (Reba McEntire) to watch, Reba ends up yelling at him, which angers Barbara Jean who takes him home. Later she brings him back and uses a puppet to tell him how to behave. He leaves the room and soon after Barbara Jean and Reba hear something breaking. They walk into the living room to find Jake (Mitch Holleman) and Henry standing over a broken lamp.
Jake tells Reba that Henry broke the lamp. Barbara Jean insists he will be disciplined, but her disciplining leaves a lot to be desired for Reba. Reba ends up spanking someone, and it isn't Henry! Reba swats Barbara Jean on the backside, with her hand twice.
Again Barbara Jean and Henry leave in a huff. Meanwhile, Brock (Christopher Rich) and Van (Steve Howey) are out having "guy time." Instead of the usually manly stuff like bowling or dwarf tossing, they have opted for a day at the spa -- only they are mistaken for a gay couple.
Later Cheyenne (Joanna Garcia) finds out that Jake really broke the lamp and tells Reba. Reba must then apologize to Barbara Jean. Surprisingly, she doesn't react in the way Reba expects, and she confesses that Henry is a little devil, and he's done much other damage at Reba's that they've blamed on Van.
The two mothers have a good cry over how hard parenting can be. The episode ends with Reba and Barbara Jean settling the score. Barbara Jean pays for all the damage Henry has done, and Reba thinks that makes them even, but there's one little thing she has forgotten, that being the spanking that she gave to Barbara Jean.
Reba is standing by the door. "I'll give you to the count of three. One."
She starts to walk over to Barbara Jean. "Reba, we need to take about this." "Two."
Reba is now standing next to Barbara Jean. "Reba, I'm not a child."
"Three." Reba swats Barbara Jean across the back of her dress.
Barbara Jean Stiffens, after getting swatted on the backside. She ponders what Reba just did to her. "Did you just spank me?"
Swat, Reba swats Barbara Jean a second time. She points at Barbara Jean. "That's for talking back."
Barbara Jean holds her hands up in front of herself. "Okay. Where out of her."
Reba shakes her head yes. "That's the idea. But not until I'm finished with you."
Reba goes into the kitchen and opens a drawer, taking out a large wooden spatula. "What are you going to do with that?"
Reba walks over to Barbara Jean. "What do you think?"
Barbara Jean shakes her head no. "Oh no. I won't let you."
"You aren't going to have any say in the matter."
She then pulls Barbara Jean over to a chair, sits down and turns the protesting Barbara Jean over her knee. "Reba, no, wait. I'm to old for this. You don't have the right. Your not Brock."
"I don't care about what that man does or doesn't do to you."
Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Crack. "Yeeeeeeow. Oh my, Reba stop this. I don't like it one bit." Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Crack. "Yeeeeeeow."
"Your not supposed to Barbara Jean. In this house, this is how we punish disobedient children."
Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Crack. "Yeeeeeeow. I'm not a child. let me up." Crack. "Yeeeeeeow."
"You act like a child, by not punishing Little Henry when he needs it, than I'll punish you instead."
Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Crack. "Yeeeeeeow." Crack. "Yeeeeeeow."
Reba releases Barbara Jean and she gets up running from the room, crying.
Reba is dusting the living room furniture, when Babara Jean enters through the kitchen door. "Reba, we've got to talk."
Reba stops dusting. "Talk about what Barbara Jean, another spanking."
"Yes, I mean no. Not to me." Reba looks at her quizzically.
"Reba if I could I'd give you just what you did to me this morning. I'd Spanking you." Reba shakes her head back and forth.
Reba walks over to Barbara Jean. "Well it's a good thing for me that you can't."
"Yes, that may be so." Barbara Jean looks into the kitchen. "Brock."
Out steps Brock, Barbara Jeans Husband and Reba's ex. He rolls up his sleeve. "Reba, what you did to Barbara Jean was unacceptable. You had no right to spank her."
Reba steps back a few steps. "Yes but she needed it."
"But not from you." He steps forward and grabs Reba by the arm. Pulling her over to the very same chair that Reba had spanked Barbara Jean in that morning.
"Brock, just what do you think your doing?" He sits down. Pulling her over his knee.
Lifting her dress and pulling down her panties. "I'm going to give you just what you gave Barbara Jean this morning."
"No wait, where not married you can't." She puts her hand back over her ass, palm side out.
Brock grabs her wrist and moves it aside. Clamping his arm over Reba's waist.
Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO. Brock, you stop this, this second." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO. No. No. No. Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO."
Barbara Jean is standing there watching and smiling. "Harder honey, she spanked me with a spatula, not her hand."
Brock looks up to his wife. "Hush up honey, or I'll give you another spanking with that spatula."
Barbara Jean puts her hand over her own backside. She doesn't say another word. Reba on the other hand screams her lungs out, at the pain and humiliation of being spanked by her ex.
At this point in walk Van and Cheyenne. Van stops dead in his tracks. "Mr. H, go for it."
Cheyenne is aghast. "Daddy, what are you doing?"
Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO."
Once the spanking is over, Reba is let up and runs up the stairs. Brock and Barbara Jean leave. Van looks at Cheyenne. Cheyenne says. "Don't even think of it, or you'll never get any of my money maker again.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
They where walking around the vendor fair and reception, when they came upon a man who was giving away spankings for any young woman. Vivian volunteered for the spanking. It was to be her first public spanking.
She lay over his knee. Her dress was lifted over her waist.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
Fred snapped a few pictures of his wife getting spanked. Then a security man came up to him. "Excuse me sir, no camera's allowed."
Fred handed him the camera. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"You can pick up your camera at the front reception desk, when you leave the reception."
Swat. Swat. Swat. Swat. Swat. Swat. Swat. Swat. Swat.
The spanking over, Vivian stood up. She didn't rub her backside. "Fred that didn't hurt one little bit."
During the reception, Fred and Vivian had met some Internet friends that they had checked out and made arrangements for a little wife swapping that night. June and Foster Kelly where their friends. June was a short little blond, who was a pepper pot in bed.
As the four left the reception, June went with Fred and Vivian went with Foster.
Foster and Vivian went to the Kelly's room. As soon as they where alone, Vivian bent over to take her shoes off. When Foster walks up to her and swats her backside.
She shoots bolt upright, putting her hand over her ass. "Your a quick one, aren't you."
He turns her around and undoes the back of her dress. "Peel sweetie."
He then swats her again on her backside. "Swat. This time it isn't that hard.
Vivian then undresses, as does Foster. She's standing there buck naked, as he is. He walks over to her and kisses the back of her neck. Patting her backside. "That's one fine ass you have, Fred is one lucky man."
He then goes over to his suit case and takes out a wooden paddle. Vivian jumps when she sees it. "Oh my, that's going to hurt."
"Of course it is. What did you expect?"
"Just that. What would be the point otherwise."
He pulls her over to the bed and sits down. "Get over my knee woman."
"Before I do, what's the safe word." Vivian is looking down at that paddle. Usually Fred used a strap on her. She wasn't used to being spanked with a wooden paddle.
"Chair, is the one me and June use, so it might as well go for us."
"Chair it is then." Vivian then lay over his knee. Before she can even get her breath.
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Oh my, that's going to leave a mark."
"I would hope so, otherwise what's the point." Vivian shifts her position on his knee. Wiggling her ass a few times.
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
Vivian was starting to sniffle a bit. This was hurting a bit more than she wanted.
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
"Chair, or god stop chair."
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
He swatted her twice more before the spanking with the paddle stopped. He put the paddle down on the bed and rubbed her fanny. She started to purr like a kitten. "Purrrrrr, Purrrrrr, Purrrrrr, Purrrrrr, Purrrrrr, Purrrrrr, Purrrrrr, Purrrrrr."
Then she felt it again. Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."
Now Foster was only using his hand. It still stung, but was no where near what that paddle felt like.
Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."
Again she said it. "Chair, oh chair."
He stopped the hand spanking. "Let me up please."
He rubbed her bottom again. "Had enough."
"For now yes." He lets go of her and he releases her waist. She stands up and sits on his knee. With one hand he rubs her bright red ass and with the other he fingers her pussy. When she's about to orgasm, she jumps up and gets on the bed. They have sex twice.
Eventually they fall asleep. In the middle of the night, she wakes up and feels him rubbing her backside. She wiggles her ass. "More Foster. more."
Swat, "OOOOOO." Swat, "OOOOOO. Oh god stop. Oh stop." Swat, "OOOOOO."
Foster doesn't stop. "She screams at him again. "Stooop, In the name of god I forgot the safe word. Stooop."
He stops and rubs her ass. "It's chair."
"Turn over, I've got a hard on that needs to be relieved." She turns over and again they have sex.
In the morning, she gets up and goes in and takes a shower. When she emerges from the bathroom, wearing only a towel, Fosters gone and there stands Fred. He's naked and has a hard on.
He walks over to her and undoes the towel. Swatting her tail. Swat. "OOOOOO."
"Sore is it."
He kisses the back of her neck. Rubbing her back. "That's okay, Junes backside is much worse. Now over onto that bed. She wouldn't let me have sex with her this morning."
Swat, "OOOOOO." Swat, "OOOOOO." Swat, "OOOOOO."
He swats her backside all the way over to the bed.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Constance had seen movies in which a woman was spanked and she was curious about it. Then as the summer before their senior year got nearer to ending, she found out that she loved being dominated by Jerry.
I was the weekend of August 28 through to the 31 of 2008 that the senior Turners where going to be out of town. They where going to Las Vegas to spend a second honeymoon, or so Constance had been told. In fact they where going to their first Shadow Lane spanking convention. For unknown to Constance, her parents where deeply into the S And M scene.
If she had only realized it at the time, she'd have know from where she got her love of being disciplined and dominated by Jerry. All they knew was, that for four days they had the house all to themselves.
It was on the Thursday evening, after the Turners had left that Jerry moved in for the weekend. That night Constance wanted to find out what was in that room in the basement that her parents had kept locked all these years and she was forbidden to ever go into or know about. But she of course did know about it, she just didn't know what was in it.
Jerry was trying to open the lock on the door with some lock picking equipment that he had borrowed from his older brother, just for this reason. "Jerry, can't you get it open. You've been trying that fucking lock for over thirty minutes?"
He stops and looks at Constance. "Constance, It's not like I've ever done this before. I don't know if I'll ever get it, now hush up or daddy just might have to spank."
Constance puts her hand on Jerry's hand. "You know you can take a break if you want." She then peeled off her panties. "My backside is hot and ready for you gentle touch."
Then the lock, like it was magic, slid open. "God, there I got it."
He opened the door and in went Constance. Jerry reached out and swatted her tail. Swat. "OOOOOO."
"Later, I think you're in for a sound spanking. I may even wash that mouth of yours out for swearing." Jerry exclaimed as he followed her into the room, not knowing what to expect when they were to find in it.
As Constance entered the room she reached over to where a light switch should be and turned on a light. Then they both saw it. "Oh my god, mummy."
"What is it Constance." Jerry shoved her farther into the room and he got to see what it was. It was a well equipped S and M dungeon. They had hit the mother load.
They walked around the room and looked at all the equipment. There was things they had only dreamed about. Being from the Internet generation, they had both seen most of the equipment on the Internet. But had only dreamed about having to use it.
Constance put her hand up to her mouth. "Oh Daddy."
She turned to Jerry. "Jerry, my mummy and daddy must be into using this stuff. Oh my."
Turning to Jerry, she smiled. "you know Jerry, We've got the whole weekend. What toy will we start with?"
Jerry was fingering the spanking bench. It was a small purple bench, there was a place to lay, while on your knees and a place to put your arms and legs. There was even restraints. They had never used restraints before.
Jerry walks over to her and unzips the back of Constance's dress. Down it went. There she stood, wearing only her bra. She took it off and lay over the bench. Jerry then put the restrains on her wrists and ankles. Constance wiggled her left wrist. "Tighten this one a bit."
He tightened them all. "There now you're truly in my power woman. He reached down and swatted his backside with his hand.
Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO." Swat. "OOOOOO."
During the six swats Constance said nothing. She did wiggle her tail around to try and excite him. After the sixth she looks back at him. "Jerry stoop that."
He stops. "Am I hurting you too much baby?"
She shakes her head. "Hurt me, I could hardly feel it."
Jerry looked around the room and spied an American Tawse. The American tawse was a strap with a large opening slit down the center, stopping about one inch from the end. He picks it up and goes back to Constance. She didn't see him pick it up, she was looking for something in another area of the room.
Once that first cut of the American Tawse on her backside, her eyes got as wide as silver dollars. It was nothing like anything she'd ever gone through in her life. The pain was incredible.
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Wai, wait Jerry. God the pain." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
He stopped and rubbed her backside. She had tears in her eyes. "Jerry, that thing is incredible. I don't know if I'll be able to stand it."
His hand slips between her legs. She was wet, where she had orgasmed. He takes his hand out and wiped it on the side of his pants. "Constance my dear, by the wetness between those legs, I think you're lying to me. You seem to be enjoying this much to much."
As he raises the strap in the air again she squeals. "Jerry, no wait. Let me out of this thing. It's too painful.
Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."
She is crying now. "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."
He had continued to tan her ass, even after she had told him to stop. They hadn't ever even heard of a safe word concept before. He undoes her restraints as she continues to cry.
She is crying into his shoulder as they go up to her bedroom and have the best sex they've ever had. It isn't until after the sex that Jerry comes up with the idea of a safe word. He tells her about using a certain word to stop him from hurting her, when the pain is too much. He announces it to her like he invented it.
Of course the pain she suffered didn't stop them from using the dungeon equipment again for the next two days, until Constance Parents get home. Once they are married, the first thing they do is set up their own play room, as they call it.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
He has been reluctant to do that, as Dale fears he may loose her. His father told him that a man isn't a man unless he can handle his woman. Dales father advised him to take her in hand, if she stays with him than she's his, if she throws him out, she wasn't worth having.
Dale shows up for his date at the Beachampe's, he knocks on the door and the butler, Jeeves answers. "Hello Jeeves, Is Hilda home."
Jeeves bows to him. "Yes sir, she is. Please come in and I'll announce you."
They enter the house and Dale goes into the front parlor as the Beachampe's call it. Dale's family calls it the living room. His family is new money and he's used to the simple life. While Hilda's family is old money, very old money and they put on aires.
After ten minutes Hilda enters the room and kisses Dale. "Hello baby, I've decided that we'll go out to a movie tonight."
Hilda stands there and objects. "A movie. I want to go out to a meal."
"We'll eat after the movie."
She stamps her foot. "No, first the meal than a movie."
Dale decides to take his fathers advice right then and there. He puts his hands up on his waist. "Hilda my love, that type of behaviour just won't do."
She sidles up to him and kisses him. "What type of behaviour sweetie."
He steps back from her, so he can see her better. Can't attack when your surrounded is what his old commander in the army reserves had told him. "You do not ever stamp your foot at me and if I say it's the movie then eats, you don't throw a tantrum. No matter how small."
He grabs her by the arm. "I think I'll commence your education on how my wife should act right now. He pulls her over to a chair and sits down. Pulling her over his knee. As he pulls her by the arm she screams. "Daddy, Mummy, help me. Get in her right now."
She is laying over his knee. He looks down on her prostrate body, laying over his knee. Once they are married he thinks, he'll bare that backside and spank her with a hairbrush. But no gentleman would bare a ladies backside. Even if she needed it.
Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO. Oh my, stop this, this second Dale." Crack. "OOOOOO. Let me up. Mummy, Daddy."
"The only thing I'm going to do once I complete your education is give you a diploma" He continues to spank the back of her dress as her parents enter. Her mother is shocked at seeing her baby getting spanked by this ruffian.
Crack. "OOOOOO How dare you, OOOWWWW, MAMA. Oh mummy, stop him. He's hurting me." Crack. "OOOOOO."
Hilda's mother turns to her father. "That ruffian."
Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."
Hilda is starting to cry. "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."
She isn't crying from the pain, just the humiliation. After all under her dress she is wear a quarter inch girdle. It's absorbing most of the impact of his hand on her backside.
Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."
Hilda father looks at his wife, as his hand goes to her bottom. "Oh Deah, Deah, HMM, Perhaps the young man has the right idea. Perhaps my dear I'll use that technique on you the next time you throw one of your hissy fits." Hilda's mother turns to her husband. Franklin Beachampe, you won't dare."
Franklin smiles, as he looks at his wife. Using the better part of valour she stamps her foot and leaves in a huff. Her husband has never struck her, but she knows when he makes his mind up to do something, It'll get done. Whether she likes it or not.
Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO." Crack. "OOOOOO."
Dale lets Hilda up and she stands there crying in his arms. He pats her back. "Now young lady, get up those stairs and fix your make-up, or we'll be late for the movie."
"Yes dearest." Off she goes. They weren't late for the movie. Hilda didn't want to risk getting another spanking. She loved him and didn't want to loose him as a husband. She was sure once that they where married she could control his baser instincts.
Boy was she wrong and she found out in the most demonsterous way.
Monday, September 22, 2008
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The House Of Whipcord is a very good picture, sleaze wise, as far as it goes. However there are a number of scenes that I would like to have seen put into it, that where not in it.
The first and most important is a close up of both young ladies as they are about to be flogged. I would like to have seen close ups of there backs and backsides just before they where to be flogged and just after. It's not like Peter Walker was averse to showing nudity, as he had shown Penny Irving early from the back, quite naked. Her also showed her breasts a number of times. He could have shown her ready for the flogging. I don't expect to see the whip actually landing on her beautiful hide. But a before and an after shot would have been nice.
Another scene I would like to have seen is one in which another young lady is brought into the House Of Whipcord and told to strip. She refuses and they must do what they threatened to do to Ann-Marie De Verney. Strip and bath her themselves. The actual stripping and screams as she was washed would have been quite erotic. It would have added some time to the movie, but who cares.
Expelled from the prison service for her Victorian-style views on how offenders should be treated An ex head matron of a woman's prison and her equally batty judge husband, have set up her own house of corrections for young women whom she feels the courts have treated too leniently. Her senile husband, Justice Bailey (Patrick Barr), who was a judge, still thinks he's sentencing woman to a real jail.
Ann-Marie di Verney (Penny Irving) a young French photographic model who has just escaped with a ten pound fine for doing a nude photo session in Kensington Park, is the main woman in peril in this movie.
At the launch party for the men's magazine. Ann-Marie meets the mysterious Mark E. Desade (Robert Tayman), who seems like another permissive society swinger but has in reality been sent by his mother, Mrs Wakehurst (Barbara Markham) to facilitate the young woman's incarceration.
Desade invites Ann-Marie away to visit his parents in the country but on arriving at the suspiciously stern looking, high walled house the door is unexpectedly slammed shut and two stern-faced warders. The magnificent (Sheila Keith), plays Walker one of the matrons and (Dorothy Gordon) plays Bates another matron, appear and order her to strip.
Nonplussed, Ann-Marie reluctantly complies. Thrown into a cell, she learns the ropes from another inmate, (Ann Michelle) Julia, jailed for shoplifting: First strike and it's solitary, second strike and it's a whipping and a third and you hang. No if ands or butts about it.
Will Ann-Marie escape before her three strikes are up? Will her friends realise the truth about the man who just showed up at their party.