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Whip 'n Rod, Volume 1, Number 3
Eros Publishing Co., Inc.
Wilmington, Delaware
1972

digital replica

A magazine of 100 pages, the third issue of Whip 'n Rod presents seven pictorials. Four of these depict husbands who are angry at wives for alleged misconduct. Misbehavior ranges from kissing another man to spending too much money, to spending too much time on the phone to over-cooking dinner. A fifth couple pursues spanking as “rest and relaxation.”

Wives wear stockings and garter belts and sometimes panties. Sweet bottoms get whacked by palm, paddle, cat-o'-nine tails, belt, fly swatter, and walking stick.

Two coeds get the attention of a Playful Professor, hoping to participate in “one of his infamous spanking classes.” He uses a dowel on each of them and watches as they spank each other.

The best of the pictorials appears last: Maid to Suffer. Mistress Connie punishes maid Flora for inattention to her work. In shiny garter belt, sheer nylons and pumps with six-inch heels, Mistress disciplines her employee using hairbrush and paddle. Pretty Flora endures prolonged spanking dressed in black stockings, garter belt, sandals and a lacy maid's cap. [This pictorial was included in Product #556, Bizarre Life 6.]

The magazine also offers four short stories, each with an illustration by Bill Ward, signing as Satana. The prose contains explicit fetish elements in descriptions of sex and spanking scenes.

In Secretary in Leather, Bob takes his sexy employee to his beach house.

. . . . Why oh why hadn't she worn sensible flats rather than six inch stiletto-heeled pumps? She knew very well why she had worn them. Completely out of place in sand, she had worn them to make her black nylon coated limbs more curvacious, more enticing, for the same reason that she had chosen the rest of her costume.

. . . . she realized as he stopped the car in front of the trailer that there was something odd about it. Then she saw what it was. It had the body of a trailer, but the wheels had been taken off and it was resting on the sand.

"Get a move on, whore," Bob sneered as he opened the door for her . . . .

Bob unlocked the door to the trailer and led her inside. Edith was startled to discover that the inside was merely a hall that led to a huge, medieval door at one end that was decorated with massive ornate iron hinges. The great door creaked on its ancient hinges as he swung it inwards, and Edith was amazed to see a stone stairway leading down into the darkness, the sloping walls massive slabs of stone.

. . . . Bob's laugh was tyrannical as his fingers sank like steel talons into her tautly gloved upper arm and led her down the stairs. “This is the foundation of an ancient stone mansion that was washed away during Hurricane Hazel back in the fifties. I've converted it into a very nice dungeon, don't you think!"

His laughter reverberated around the clammy stone walls of the dungeon as he struck a match and lit a huge torch that was supported by an ornate silver bracket attached to the wall.

Edith couldn't suppress the cry of terror that rose in her throat when she saw the interior of the dungeon, its walls lined with an amazing array of diabolical instruments of torture. She had little time to examine them, for suddenly his huge hands were upon her, ripping and tearing at her dress till it fell in tatters at her feet.

With lightning quickness, Bob grasped her gloved arms and drew them high over her head, manacling her wrists to two chains that hung down from a massive hand-hewn beam, then he bounded back up the stairs, his raucous laughter filling the dungeon . . . .

There was a terrible pain in Edith's arms as she hung in mid-air, the only sound the drip-drip of water running down the stone walls as she awaited her sadistic boss' return.

Then he came, a majestic, overpowering figure, his brawny torso, arms and thighs naked. A tight leather mask hid his features, a black leather cape flowing down his muscular back. Tight fitting leather boots and gloves completed his attire.

Then she saw it, there gleaming in his huge fist, what she knew deep in her heart would be there no matter how much she had fought the thought back as she hung suspended; a vicious cat-a-nine-tails.
With a circular motion of his hand he let the long cat uncoil like a snake on the floor, his fierce eyes wandering over her ripe curves to select its first target. Then with a mere flick of his powerful wrist, like that of an expert fly caster, the vicious strands of the cat came screaming through the air towards the cringing Edith . . . .

With the expertise only acquired through long experience, Bob sent the lash hurtling towards her with pinpoint accuracy, opening up a series of long, brilliant lacerations . . . .

Edith writhed and twisted her torso under the terrible pain, but her screams gradually lessened in intensity and, to Edith's amazement, sexual undertones began to filter into her pain. Incredulously, she began to look forward to each vicious strike of the cat; the pain now delicious, delightful.

The ebook contains all content of the original, including advertising. Page sequence was revised to obtain continuity of one of the photo sets. A few page layouts were revised. Some walls, floors furniture, borders and margins were cropped out.

Brightness, contrast and levels were adjusted and shadows reduced. Photo images transposed to ebook format with smooth gradients and sharp edges.

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