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Kane Erotic Special
“The Games People Play”
illustrated by Anthony
Harrison Marks
London, England
ca. 1984

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Harrison Marks (1926-1997) had a long, productive career creating erotic photographs, publications and films that often centered on spanking. He wrote the story of Games People Play.

Drawings by Anthony, “a world-famous Fleet Street illustrator,” fill most of the 48, magazine-sized pages. The text they illuminate appears on five pages.

In his chauffeur-driven Rolls, Sir Robert, the first-person narrator, brings daughter Mirielle to St. Pegatines school for young ladies in Cornwall. He meets Miss Brooker, who assures the concerned father that her school exercises disciplinary measures when young women misbehave.

While Mirielle takes a written examination, Miss Brooker shows her modern establishment to Sir Robert. At the end of the tour, she suggests he relax in the sauna.

There he finds Samantha, a beautiful woman who served as nanny in his home when she was younger. After she suggests that they lose their towels, she invites him to spank her, as belated punishment for when she surreptitiously heard him spank his wife. The prose describes the liaison with these words:

"Beat me . . . please beat me, I should never have listened to you through the wall. Take my panties down, I'm ready for my punishment. . . PLEASE".

I changed my position to the side, and lifting her gently by the waist, slid my knees beneath her warm body. I could feel her heart pounding against my rock hardness, and the softness of her breasts against my legs.

Gripping the waistband, I wrenched the briefs down to her ankles, and on cue her gorgeous globes rose upwards to take chastisement. Starting from her calves, I brought my hand slowly up the legs until it came to rest across the waiting cheeks. I caressed them slowly with a soft circular movement. The sensation was delicious and Samantha squirmed with delight. I brought my hand up and administered the first stinging slap. Her body shuddered at the impact. "Ooowwwww, that hurt" Samantha cried out.

"And so it should" I replied," and you deserve it".

"I know . . . but please, not so hard".

I placed my free arm across her shoulder to restrict movement, and with my spanking hand, brought the second stroke down even harder.
I noticed that the first wallop had already started a slight reddening, accentuated even more so by the heat in the cubicle.

"Holy cow" she shrieked, "not so rough . . . For Pete's sake, it's only a game we're playing".
I smiled and raised my hand again.

"Oh no my girl it isn't. Grown ups don't play games. This is for real, and after what you've told me, you're getting what should have been coming to you a long time ago".

WHAAAKKKK.

My hand came down and made contact with her trembling buttocks for the third time.
Samantha let out a howl and tried to wrestle from beneath my firm hold. My arm ascended again, and flailing through the warm air my palm made stinging communication for the third time.
Those wondrous mounds began to take on the most beautiful scarlet glow, the imprints of my fingers making a marked pattern.

I could feel my erection throbbing against her heaving breasts, and I knew that I would have to finish the punishment reasonably quickly.

THWWWAAAKKKK. The fourth stroke sent a shudder running through her whole body, transmitting itself between my legs and up into my stomach. My God, I'd have to get it over and done with before I lost control of my own feelings.

WHHHAAAAKKK. The fifth landed.

"Please ... no more" she whimpered. "I've had enough. My bottom is on fire".

I surveyed my handiwork. True enough, her fabulous behind was aflame in deepening reds and mauves. I smoothed my hand gently over the surface and could distinctly feel the weals coming up beneath my fingers.

"Just one more my girl, and then you will truly be able to say that you've had six of the best".
I raised my arm above my head, and with the speed of light, brought it down for the final stroke.
As a clap of thunder my palm made contact with her quivering, shimmering, scarlet buttocks as her cry reached screaming pitch, unable to contain myself any longer, I ejaculated into the cleft of her magnificent breasts.

I flopped back onto the rest behind the seat, as Samantha slid from my lap onto the floor before me, moaning and hugging her technicolored behind. She looked up at me with tear filled eyes.

"You ARE a bastard" she whispered. "There was no need for you to have tanned me as hard as you did. My bum feels like a volcano," I looked down at her with an exhausted smile.

"That's what the splash pool's for".

As demonstrated in the excerpt, the theme of the story is spanking and the alluring flesh involved. Anthony's skillful illustrations glide us through a world of pretty female forms, eager to be appreciated. He's adept with hair, limbs and intimate anatomy. His flirty characters strike seductive poses or feel the painful stings of palm, hairbrush, cane, sometimes with a tear.

Light pencil art delineates tableaux that closely align with scenes in the prose. Some pages have one panel, others two. Typeset dialog blocks appear in many panels.

The tonality of illustrations was adjusted. Pictures transposed to ebook format with clarity.

All new scans. Female and male nudity.

A second ebook disassembles the magazine, placing each panel on a separate page. This pictures-only, optimized ebook presents Anthony's art on 70 pages.

NOTE
Although some parts of pictures are obscured on this page, the ebook shows everything that's in the original.

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