Bill Ward BDSM Art

Wife Spankers Club, GDF-6
by Paul Maurer
illustrated by Bill Ward
Eros Publishing Co., Inc.
Wilmington, Delaware
1971

digital replica

We acquired this classic from a bookseller in Belgium. In the first illustration, Mr. Ward signs as “Satana.”

Like other short fiction illustrated by the great Bill Ward, the action involves wealthy couples who explore kinky sexual frontiers. Here, wives want sound spanking as foreplay, to stimulate themselves as well as their otherwise unmotivated husbands.

They've organized a club. Meetings serve as parties where wives get the spankings they crave from other women's spouses. On the way to such an event, Judy's car gets a flat. She interrupts her chauffeur's repair work and persuades him to spank her, followed by sex.

At the party, Roger wants to engage with Judy's bottom. . . .

"Mind if I cut in ladies," Roger Phelps, a tiny bald headed man said as he came up and forced Mable's hand off of the underside of [Judy's] lush buttock and replaced it with his own.

"Oh Rog, I doubt if you can make a dent in my big backside with that little hand of yours," Judy laughed as she eyed a big bulge in his tight, Italian-cut trousers.

"Madam, my hand makes up in enthusiasm for what it lacks in size," Roger grinned as he led the buxom blonde towards a dimly lit corner of the room, she towering over him by a least a foot in her skyscraper heels.

"I'm delighted to see that you're not tiny everywhere, Rog," said Judy as she stared in disbelief at what was now a massive protrusion in his trousers. "How come you and I never got together before at these carryings on?"

"Oh, you were always so surrounded by handsome males that I figured I'd never be able to interest you," Roger gasped as he molded each massive buttock individually with his little hand, forcing the drum-tight material of her gown into her ass cleavage so as to outline them more completely to his greedy eyes.

"If I'd known about THIS I'd have been interested," the ravishing socialite whispered as she reached down and ran her slender fingers appraisingly over the tent-like bulge in Roger's trousers. They were in the corner, pretty much alone now, and Judy quickly bent down and presented him with her luscious rump, flipping her skirt up to her waist. "But first things first, you know our rules. . . I'll get to him later."

This was the same sort of promise that the socialite had made to her chauffeur only a few minutes before, but as Roger's little hand smacked into a king sized globe, this time she fully intended to keep it.

The little hand rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell, and with astonishing speed. At first the socialite smiled at his puny efforts, but gradually, as he concentrated on one spot in the center of a beefy orb, excruciating, agonizing, incredibly marvelous pleasure pains began to jolt through her entire body. He was insatiable, tireless, and Judy realized through her ecstasy that in this tiny bald headed man she had found the spanker of spankers . . .

The spanking party was under a full head of steam now, as piercing, but delighted screams, cracking whips, and smacking hands rent the air, combined with the wet sounds of various forms of sex that was taking place more and more frequently among those who chose to continue to indulge in the dealing out and acceptance of pain.

The story whips through the evening's liaisons with relentless attention to fetish details and anatomical superlatives. Mr. Ward's fine illustrations expose voluptuous female forms being spanked, bound, or fondled.

The ebook contains all content of the booklet, except advertising, in the original page sequence.

Each page was scanned as an image. Brightness and contrast were adjusted. All content appears in the ebook with smooth edges.

All new scans. Female nudity.

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