Spanking ebooks

Naughty Ladies
Amusingly Illustrated
anonymous
no publisher shown
ca. 1935

digital replica

The precious antique discloses nothing about its origins. We guess about 1935, but judging by the underwear shown in illustrations, it might have been earlier.

In the lobby of his apartment building, Bert (not Burt) Reynolds listens in on the conversation of two impressive women. Henry Gilbert gave Mrs. Gilbert a spanking earlier that day and she's furious. She tells Helena her plans for revenge when she next gets her hands on the scoundrel.

Bert interrogates the doorman and learns they are new tenants with the apartment below his. He decides to spy on them, climbs the fire escape down to their floor, and watches Helena massage balm into her friend's lovely “hindquarters.” Dazzled by the display, he looses his balance and falls through the open window into the bedroom. The ladies assume the sprawling figure on the floor is the wayward Henry and proceed to administer justice.

Before I had an opportunity to identify myself, I found myself turned face downward across Helena's hip. Both her strong, bare arms were wrapped relentlessly about my body, holding me helpless, and turning up my hindquarters for whatever punishment Mrs. Gilbert cared to give me.

"I'm not—" I started to protest, in an effort to identify myself.

But I was quickly interrupted by Mrs. Gilbert, who reached around and slapped my face with a strong, stinging hand. She slapped cruelly, nocking the breath from me and bringing a sharp ringing to my ears.

"You're not going to get whipped, I suppose you were going to say!" she said tauntingly. “Well, young man, that is simply another one of the many mistakes you have made today. I'm going to blister this backside of yours until you can't sit down for a week! There will be no such easy dose for you tonight as the usual fifty lashes of the strap. Instead I will keep whipping until my arm is tired and your behind is dotted with pretty rubies, with which extra blows of the strap will change into stars. I'll teach you what it means to act toward your mistress as you did today. Hold him tight, Helena."

While she had been speaking, her nimble fingers were busy unfastening my belt and letting down my trousers and shorts, which were shoved down to my hips, leaving my rear end completely exposed for the punishment she intended to give it. I wriggled and twisted about, trying to escape the firm grip of Helena, but I was as helpless in her powerful arms.

"Oh, so our little man wants to get away does he?" demanded Mrs. Gilbert tauntingly, as she stood back and watched my efforts to escape. "He doesn't want to have his nice pale white bottom all colored up with the strap and decorated with stars and rubies from the cracks of it. Well it is going to be, you wretch! And now here is something to wriggle about!"

I couldn't see her, but I could hear the whistle of a strap as it hissed through the air, then cut down across my hindquarters with searing force. An involuntary scream of pain escaped my lips before I could clench my teeth.

"Stop that howling, or I'll increase the force of this whipping and really give you something to howl about!" warned Mrs. Gilbert.

Then the strap whistled through the air and cracked across my naked rear end again. I clenched my teeth and gritted them in pain as another brand of punishment was burned across my bottom.

Although I could control the screams of pain that came to my lips, the outraged nerves of my hindquarters made me convulse them about as I instinctively tried to escape. But I was helpless in Helena's arms, and both she and Mrs. Gilbert laughed derisively at my puny efforts.

"Twist and squirm about all you want, young man, for you are going to be given plenty to do it!" declared Mrs. Gilbert as she continued to lift the strap far back over her shoulder, then crack it down with all the strength of her strong right arm across my bottom. "This is only the beginning, my dear—you have plenty more coming. Dare to give me a whipping, will you? I'll teach you what a whipping is like!"

And she did. As though the strap were a paint brush adding one coat of color on top of the other, I could feel the fiery red shade of my hindquarters increasing and increasing, until it seemed that the blood would gush through the tender skin at any moment.

At first she struck straight across my bottom, letting the strap sting and burn the flesh. But as the whipping progressed she developed the art of drawing back on the strap just as it reached the bare skin so that I was not only given a burning crack but the rough leather was scraped across the twin cheeks of my bottom chafing and lacerating the skin. I could feel blisters being burned in the center of each cheek, and the cruel way the strap scraped across them felt as though the blisters were being broken.

She whipped me for nearly ten minutes. I had managed to withhold my screams of pain, but in a short time I could not suppress the moans of agony that came from my tortured lips. . . .

The first-person, femdom narrative provides details about Bert's varied bouts of punishment with the two dominant women. When they figure out that he isn't Henry, they spank him for being a Peeping Tom. They use strap, paddle and martinet. They smack his face when he takes too long to obey or talks too much. After delivering 50 strokes, they demand that he kiss their feet and the hands that wielded the punishment utensil.

The volume contains five illustrations that come close to depicting scenes in the story. While blond and brunette females reflect characters in the text, two male figures — one with a mustache — populate the ink drawings.

The ebook contains all content of the booklet. The reverse side of pages that contain illustrations are blank in the original and were omitted from the ebook. As possible, illustrations were placed near text that describes them.

Brightness, contrast and levels were adjusted and shadows reduced. Pictures transposed to ebook format with clarity.

All new scans. 48 pages.

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