Bound And Caned

Bound And Caned
ENF, CFNF and CMNF images and videos
Nostalgia, they say, isn’t what it used to be. Here is an opportunity to make your own judgement on the veracity of that statement as you peruse ENFdaily’s latest gallery of vintage punishments pics. Hopefully they will transport you to a happy time when naughty girls could look forward to some knickers down discipline or indeed some fully nude larrupings for their transgressions. While I very much favour the second option when it comes to bringing wayward females back into the fold of righteousness I know that tastes vary so to each his or her own. Whatever your own personal preference in these matters you should find something here to stimulate your ENF gland and there is also no lack of variety in the matter of quite how those stinging swats are applied with bare bottoms being spanked, strapped, whipped , flogged, paddled and caned. After all, it may be that any given female will respond better to one instrument of correction than another so it is in the interests of disciplinarians to experiment as much as possible to determine the most effective course of action and, as you can see, back in the days when these vintage punishments were bing administered extensive trials were conducted for that very purpose. While corporal punishment is undoubtedly an art I would love to see the introduction of some scientific rigour into proceedings. Is it really too much to expect government funding for a National Institute of Spankology? Apparently (and sadly) it seems the answer is yes.
Ah, the good old days when misbehaved minxes were swiftly taught the error of their ways through the application of good old spankings to their bared bottoms. Here is a gallery of those happy times culled from the pages of various vintage corporal punishment magazines such as Janus and Kane.…
Here is another trip down memory lane to a time when naughty girls could expect to be subjected to some very sound bare bottom thrashings for their misdeeds in this collection of drawings taken from the pages of old corporal punishment magazines such as Roué. Those happy times now seem…
For those of you who enjoy seeing naked babes exposed to the gaze of fully clothed men (which, I would guess, is a great many of you) here is a gallery of yet more CMNF photos showing that very thing. If your preference is for clothed girls ogling nude girls…
Nice pics. Loved the last one, gorgeous girl with a gorgeous bush.
CMNF music video: a clothed male singer with two nude girls
Humiliated songstress has to strip nude in the film Nashville
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Thanks. So long as my efforts keep the ENF Community happy then I guess I must be doing something right.
I'm none too keen on fake boobs either. Better a bijou brace of Thunbergs; at least they would be genuine.…
This is a very nice clip, except that in the Old West, women didn't have fake tits! She was probably…
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Good old fashioned school discipline is in full swing (no pun intended other than the obvious one) in this girl’s school as a misbehaved schoolgirl finds herself being caned on the bare bum in front of all her classmates by a vicious looking old harridan of a teacher. All the other girls are getting a great view of proceedings not only because the miscreant has been made to stand on a desk with her knickers round her knees but also because the caning is taking place in something that looks like a lecture theatre. Perhaps this is some sort of specially designed corporal punishment room to make sure all the other girls are left in no doubt as to the severity of the forfeit being paid. Really every school should have one of these. The variety of reactions being displayed by the onlookers is also a nice touch. Some look smug, some are laughing, some seem horrified while others cannot even bear to look as their comrade is caned on the bare bum without let or mercy. It is rather a shame there is nothing to identify the artist who, I am sure you will agree, deserves to be celebrated.
I think it is fairly safe to assume that regular readers of this blog are very much of the opinion that misbehaved girls should always be soundly disciplined for their transgressions. That being the case I am confident that you are going to enjoy this latest gallery of unruly females…
For those of you who, like me, enjoy the sight of a naughty schoolgirl with her knickers around her knees as she is subjected to a damned good spanking for her misdeeds this video should gladden your heart. For what we have here is a clip from a Real Spankings…
When it comes to making the punishment fit the crime you could hardly find a better example than in this video from Spanking Sarah. This clip comes from the beginning of the second part of a double bill with part one showing kinky Kiki Divine streaming a saucy video of…
Nude in school: assorted artwork and drawings
The Circus of ENF: Marianne Faithfull stripped for the crowd
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I'm none too keen on fake boobs either. Better a bijou brace of Thunbergs; at least they would be genuine.…
This is a very nice clip, except that in the Old West, women didn't have fake tits! She was probably…
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Early in the life of my blog I posted about how it felt to be shown my blood on the Mistresses cane for the first time; the conflicted emotions of pride and concern triggered by the sight of it.
All my sessions as a submissive contain at least some element of Corporal Punishment (CP) and it is frequently the culmination, the “main event,” of the scene we play out. However, only rarely do I have a session made up exclusively of this one kink.
Last week I booked into a hotel room, lay on the bed and waited for an unknown Mistress. My earlier Sinful Sunday post described the unnatural stillness of the moments before and after the beating she gave me. As happens sometimes, it’s taken me a while for me to rationalise my responses to the session itself.
It wasn’t actually in the dark or there wouldn’t be a picture, but I was waiting with a blindfold on, waiting for the mystery Mistress. No name, no email, no website address. No communication of any kind. All I knew was that Mistress Elita, who had kindly set this up for me, had given her the… Read More »
Many of my real fantasies, the ones I find in my head when I’m disturbed or stressed, are dark and non-consensual punishment scenes. Sometimes I’m the perpetrator and sometimes I’m the one being punished but the consistent components are an unwilling, tightly bound victim, and the authority figure handing out corporal punishment of escalating violence.… Read More »
At the end of our hot judicial caning scene we played around taking pictures. Elita said she wanted to try a slow motion video. Elita and her man, who had been doing the caning, fiddled with the camera for a while getting it set up. Then they lined up the shot.
The crease at the bottom of the buttocks, just where it joins the top of the thighs, is an area of very soft and super-sensitive skin. He knows this, Elita’s man. He taps the cane insistently on the exact spot he intends to hit, right on that crease.
There’s a place I go when I’m beaten, a place deep inside myself, a refuge. There’s a sense of quite deliberately diving down to it early in the session. I allow my sense of where I am and who I am with to diminish, focussing only on the waves of sensation, becoming utterly absorbed in… Read More »
It’s a ritual I go through. Not before every session; only those where I know I’m going to be really tested. This one for instance. I’m definitely going through my ritual of preparation for this session. It’s going to be judicial caning, taken with no warm up, delivered by a man.
I hope my head will be in the right place for this next session. It certainly bloody needs to be. How I come out of a session very much depends on how I go into it; the experience can be cathartic and life affirming if I start from the right place, or negative and self-harming if I… Read More »
A visitor once described London as a great party you’re not invited to, full of secret, niche things down side-alleys that you’d never know about if you didn’t know someone who knows someone. On Thursday, for example, shoppers at a busy street market were walking backwards and forwards over a glass pavement, under which this… Read More »
Caning is all about the cane. The sensations of a thick, stiff cane are quite different from those of a thin, flexible one. As are the after effects.

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Maxim walked briskly to the stable situated at the side of The Chateau’s Main Building. It was 5 PM and the sun was lowering in the sky casting cool shadows around the grounds, heralding the approach of early evening. He nodded to one of the army of suited security men patrolling the grounds as he approached the long rectangular building purposely built ten years ago to compliment the architecture of the Chateau. He could hear the muffled sounds of female giggles and shrieks coming from behind the edifice.
Behind the stables were two large fields and beyond them a meadow and pasture between two opposite rows of pine trees. One of the fields was used for coupling when the breeding season came each year. There were six mares in the field. All of them had been carefully selected and were accompanied by two stallion studs.
It was the Chateau’s own breeding season both in the stables and the milking house. However in the main house it was open season all year round when the students graduated. A ball was held every time a group graduated where the sons of some of the wealthiest families of the world would be allowed to sample and begin to devise a choice of bride. The women were the daughters of noble and affluent parents and of good stock offered to make a good breeding and financial match to perpetuate the family line.
The whole process took a whole weekend of activities and culminated in an auction on the Monday. Each student would be expected to successfully bid and win his choice of bride. Some would be bidding for more than one and the game became highly competitive. To graduate and leave the Chateau with a bride, the breeding process must have commenced. The woman must be penetrated three times in front of a panel of judges and witnesses. The student would also be expected to demonstrate three types of discipline and role play.
The student would only receive his degree certificate when the female had been examined by the Chateau’s medical staff and have been found to have conceived within two months. All of the prospective graduates and brides had been made to undertake stringent fertility tests and had taken a course of the Chateau’s own formulated potent herbal tablets and injections to facilitate the process quickly. In addition the students were prescribed a tall glass of breast milk fresh from the udder from the Chateau’s own milking house mixed with another remedy in the week leading up to the graduation weekend. This helped to optimise the potency of each man’s seed. Maxim couldn’t wait to preside over his first graduation weekend as Dean of The Chateau.
He paused at the fence of the coupling field. The Chateau’s stable manager stood handsome tall and strong in the middle in his black riding outfit and boots supervising proceedings. Around him were six beautiful mares. Like the gentle heifers in the milking house the human pony mares were perfected by enhancing make-up. Each sported full cherry pouting lips and on top of their heads their long hair was pulled straight and tight in to a high pony tail. Protruding from their anal entrances were carefully constructed tails of the same colour as their hair. They were enchanting creatures. Three of them still wore their harnesses. Normally when led to the field to be mounted by the stallion they were allowed to have the comfort of their nakedness. However, if the mare had been misbehaving or indulging in mischief then the harness was left in place so they could easily be tethered and brought to heel by the stable manager.
The harness was made of black leather straps that hung from a collar around the neck. They wound around the mare’s breasts to frame and lift them while they remained naked and hanging freely. The straps fed down the stomach, over the hips and thighs leaving the filly’s bottom bare falling from the gap like a ripe peach and her shaven sex highlighted by the v shape it made around it. The tail was also held in place by straps on the outfit. There were several brass rings hanging from various parts of the harness and a clip for a lead at the neck allowed the manager to quickly tie the mare should he deem it necessary.
Pierre held a long bullwhip. He unraveled it with one practiced long stroke to catch the bare bottom of a harnessed mare who thought it amusing to run from the stud and force him to chase her, giggling as she went. She was an enticing sight with her dark nipples tight and erect with arousal. Maxim could detect wetness dampening her thighs as she ran. She would produce good stock with her delicate pretty pale features. Hopefully she would agree to being bred a second time. The whip flicked neatly through her tail to catch and sting her left buttock with precision. She gave a loud yelp jumping in to the air but she did not stop her running. Once again Pierre struck her buttocks and ordered her to stop. But it was the stallion who brought her mischief to an end.
Maxim could not help but admire the human stallion’s strong male prowess and black glossy gleaming physique as he powered after the mare to mount her. He was free of any restraint allowed to roam dominant in the field. His muscles rippled like a healthy young thoroughbred racehorse, his mane of long black braided hair cascading down his square shoulders. The stud’s long thick cock was erect and pointing out before him ready to impregnate not one but three of the six mares in the field. He caught up with the naughty mare and sprung lithe as a panther to tackle her to the ground. Maxim’s cock stirred watching the predator leap to bring down his prey wondering what it would be like to mount Carla like a stallion naked in a field. He joined Pierre in giving a satisfied chuckle, delighting in seeing the mare brought to task by the stallion.
Her giggles were replaced by a startled surprised cry but she did not display fear, attempt to resist or get away. Instead Maxim could see her eyes glaze with desire when the stallion’s body and cock, already shining with lubricated excitement rubbed against her bottom and the tops of her thighs. He held her face downwards on the grass. But the mare wanted to carry their game a little further. She kicked her legs against the grass making the handsome stallion grin.
He took hold of the tail and twisted the butt plug half of it that had been fed by the stable groom in to her tight anal entrance. She gave a gasp as he pushed it in further, twisting and turning the plug in her dark channel. Then he draped the tail over her back to bare her backside raising another smile from Maxim who knew what fate was to befall the mare.
Hunter James was an American stallion employed by the Chateau for his excellent breeding record. It was a pleasure to watch him work. Hunter appeared at his happiest in the breeding field. He was proud of his profession as a contracted very well paid stallion. Maxim was appreciative of his cock’s sturdy length and ability to erect quickly and fill with seed not long after impregnating a mare, ready for the next. He produced excellent offspring.
Even though the mare’s legs still kicked the stallion lifted her hips until her bottom was raised from the ground, holding down the rest of her body with his hand on her back. When in place he cupped her delightfully clean shaven pussy to hold her steady. Maxim watched him press his hand firmly against the pink folded out lips as he raised his free hand and struck it across her left buttock to begin her much needed spanking.
The mare’s flesh jumped and quivered with each hard perfectly aimed slap. The noise of flesh being struck accompanied by a mixture of cries and pleasurable moans filled the air to mix with the distant eerie call of the peacocks walking the grounds.
It wasn’t long before the female human pony’s legs ceased to kick. Still crying out with the slaps she began to move her pink stinging bottom back seductively to meet the harsh caress of the stallion’s hand allowing her nipples to rub against the grass and spur her arousal.
In another corner of the field three mares of honey blush and pale peach skin lay together. These mares were fully naked. Obviously they had been duly submissive and compliant and were permitted the freedom of not wearing their harnesses. Maxim studied their full swollen plum coloured tipped breasts and soft plump heavily wet vaginas. He surmised with satisfaction that they had already been well ridden by the stallions. He hoped the stud’s seed was seating itself deep and bearing fruit in their wombs. As they touched and caressed each other’s face, breasts and stroked their engorged pussies Maxim imagined them in the same pose, their stomachs full and rounded, ripe and ready to give birth. It would be wonderful to watch.
The very idea made him think of Carla. His length swelled and pushed against his trousers reminding him he had not yet been inside her, something he would be able to remedy very soon.
Not far from Hunter and to Pierre’s opposite side, a white male bronzed by the sun held two females firmly by their ponytails on either side of him. These mares were also harnessed and had clearly been causing the stallion a lot of trouble for their own amusement. Like Hunter he stood tall and dominant, his long straight dark brown hair falling on his shoulders. Tyler Grant was another American and another excellent breeding stallion.
The expression on his handsome dark features was one of brazen arrogance and triumph at having caught his prey. Although they kicked and beat their fists in to the air towards him he tugged on their hair and made them lower and kneel at his feet on either side. As with the ot
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