Spanking ebooks

Ripped to Shreds
by William Seeds
illustrated by Bill Ward
Command Books No. 26, CMB – 126
Eros Publishing Co., Inc.
Wilmington, Delaware

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There's a lot of spanking in this story, and our troubled non-hero Tom gets most of it. He and Linda endure the business ends of paddles, belts, crops, and palms.

A young man who makes many mistakes, he accepts the invitation of old flame Nancy to join her coterie of female artists at a remote, hilltop retreat. They had a bumpy relationship in college and after an eight-year hiatus, she calls him back to her life. Except now she's more like a big sister than a girlfriend.

Her sorority sister Mary also lives at the ranch, and she's still crazy about Nancy's old boyfriend. She takes him to bed soon after he arrives.

A communal institution such as Nancy's must have division of responsibilities and rules of conduct. Within a day of his arrival, Tom, the only male who lives there, violates several.

He soon finds out that Nancy has realized that she is a sadist and that Tom enjoys pain, especially spanking. In halter, garter belt, stockings and boots, she dresses to the role of mistress and orders her bewildered captive to use the term when he addresses her. She spanks him for violating rules and displays her colorful handiwork — Tom's bruised bottom — to the other women in residence.

The prose takes us into Tom's mind as he weighs incidents from his past involving Nancy, Mary and other women and his continuing desire to be dominated. He wonders if his lifelong obsession might be satisfied by becoming the resident whipping boy of this circle of strong, attractive women. His rigid reaction to spanking suggests that the artists' colony might be a situation that accommodates his kinky fantasies.

But life in these novels doesn't often lead to a sexual ideal. Instead, foolish men find themselves in painful predicaments and scramble toward escape. In Tom's case, the first time he attempts a getaway the car doesn't start because someone has removed the distributor cap. When he's apprehended, he gets this punishment:

His clothes were quickly stripped from him, his hands and feet tied to the four posts of the bunk by leather thongs that bit into his flesh, leaving him spreadeagled and vulnerable, his ass in perfect position for punishment. Soon all the girls were in the room, dressed in the leather outfits — the mesh stockings, high-heeled boots, garter belts. Even Linda was there, 'to witness what happens to people who try to escape' as Nancy put it.

Mary picked up a heavy wooden paddle, the kind found in sorority houses. She and Nancy seemed to have a thing dating back to those days, but he didn't have time to consider all this as she soon had brought it down across his already battered rump with a heavy splat.

She smiled as she raised it and brought it down again, the paddle being long enough to punish both cheeks at once, the wood heavy enough to flatten them, to numb and bruise them, fusing with the pain that lingered from yesterday.

WHAP!

"This should teach you!"

WHACK!

"And this is just a warmup!"

And he couldn't help but cry out like a baby. It humiliated him to have Linda see this punishment . . .

There was no sex this time, even as the buttocks became swollen and red. He felt the pain more intensely than the other times without the rescue of his masochism.

His head just wasn't into it. He had to imagine that the spanker had at least some sympathy, or at least empathy for him. He now believed they had none, and he was grounded without a fantasy. Only pain and humiliation.

"We weren't going to use the whip on you for a while," Nancy told him. Only now could he realize that Mary had stopped the spanking. His heart throbbed in his tortured butt so hard that he thought he was still being beaten. "But you have to be shown a strong lesson for this horrible act."

With that she brought down the riding crop with a whizzing motion as it cut through the air and a dull thuck as it laced across his ass cheeks.
"Yowww!" he screamed as the cutting pain of the whip, much sharper than the ache of the paddle, sliced across his buttocks, making him jerk several inches off the bed, as far as the tight bonds would allow him.

WHRRRRRR-THUCK!

He was sobbing after only a few strokes.

The text was re-set for the ebook iteration. We edited the prose a bit to remove some superfluous language, correct punctuation and spelling, but retained 1970s vernacular and all cultural references, including brand names. The text flashes with fluency when the third-person narrative shifts to the thoughts of the hapless protagonist. 42,000 words.

Except for advertising, the ebook has all the content of the paperback volume, including the color cover and back cover. Mr. Ward's 12 splendid illustrations show his cruel dames in stockings, garter belts, high heels and some boots. Tasty fetish features of these dynamic images are repeated, enlarged, on separate pages. The intent of this optimized presentation is to reduce the need for zooming and scrolling. In the ebook, art appears on 50 pages.

Illustrations depict incidents in the story and the grand female figures of exquisite sadists. As permitted by story content, page sequence was revised to position each picture close to related prose, but not every picture is described precisely. Not every picture shows a scene from the book.

A second optimized ebook shows only Mr. Ward's ink illustrations.

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