Then there was the late Three Stooges short in which Joe Besser -- at least I think it was him -- has loaded carpet tacks into a tommy-gun, induces the villainess to bend over, and proceeds to open fire on her bottom, after which he pounds the tacks in with the gunstock. (OK, may it's best not to think too hard about what is actually happening.)
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Re: Home Alone and Earth Minus Zero
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Re: Help on spanking video please.
M/m not very popular on this site.
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Actually all of those Stooges scenes where one of the female starlets "gets it in the end" always pushed my buttons. That scene with the carpet tacks always got to me...thanks for bringing it up on this board.
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Re: Home Alone and Earth Minus Zero
I looked for the three stooges and found it, even on my harddrive!
A compilation of bruised backsides:
A compilation of bruised backsides:
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Re: Home Alone and Earth Minus Zero
Rusty Romeos was the closet thing to a female being spanked on the Three Stooges! too bad there was never a real over the lap spanking of a woman there was plenty of them that needed spanking!would have been great to see Moe Larry and Curly each have a woman across their knees spanking them at the same time! the slapping sound alone would have been amazingX( THANKS !!
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I always had hopes for Christine McIntyre while watching the stooges, but the knife in the butt scene was the only thing that happened.
Butch, I've sent you a PM.
Butch, I've sent you a PM.
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Long-range spanking?
I really don't know what category this belongs under, but partly inspired by Chross's winter Olympics theme, here's an unusual approach to practising football free-kicks. Certainly quite an incentive to get them on target?
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Re: Long-range spanking?
Ah, I see someone already posted this elsewhere on the site - though their link doesn't appear to work any more, so maybe this is useful anyway. :-)
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Re: Wrestling spankings
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The gorgeous Danyah is spanked otk by the ref at some point in this highlight video.. Somehwere in the first minute. Quality not good. But it looks nice - a live action clip would be even better.
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So I guess this happened far too long ago to procure pics or a video? Whisp? Anyone?
http://wrestlingclassics.com/cgi-bin/.ubbcgi/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=print_topic;f=9;t=010274
Edit: Reference to "Grandmaster Sexay gives Midajah the spanking of her life. Saucy!"
http://wrestlingclassics.com/cgi-bin/.ubbcgi/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=print_topic;f=9;t=010274
Edit: Reference to "Grandmaster Sexay gives Midajah the spanking of her life. Saucy!"
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Re: found a good argument for sport
This one's already kicked up quite a storm - people calling it degrading and sexist and so on. Meanwhile, the blond doesn't see what the fuss is about saying "I was wearing granny panties that day". They also say they enjoyed it and that it was worth it because they got to hit the boys back.
I for one am sure they'd enjoy being spanked - while the brunette has a more shapely and better exposed butt, the blond knows all about the ideal positioning - I absolutely love how she quite needlessly bends over right in front of the camera while lining up a kick at the end.. She was absolutely getting in to it. Hope some spanko director picks her up. :D
I for one am sure they'd enjoy being spanked - while the brunette has a more shapely and better exposed butt, the blond knows all about the ideal positioning - I absolutely love how she quite needlessly bends over right in front of the camera while lining up a kick at the end.. She was absolutely getting in to it. Hope some spanko director picks her up. :D
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Chross Spanking Drawing Collection #174
#1 Edith
#4 A_Roberts
# 5,6 CC
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Oh, when this happened my collector friends and I were very much trying to find it, however it was not to be. There are several featured WWA events available to purchase, however the noted scene was part of a tour through the UK that was not part of their regularly recorded PPV shows, despite the mention of video cameras being at the events. I believe I made an inquiry to the WWA and was told they planned to release them on video at some point and they would let me know, however it doesn't seem to have ever happened. If memory serves me right Midajah actually got spanked at four different performances across this part of the UK, sad we don't even have a picture of any of them.
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Ah, that's a shame. Back in the day she was absolutely smoking - and these scenes seem like the forbidden land for us spankos, given how easily a lot of the other scenes keep getting found. Have we accessed almost all of the officially televised ECW TV and PPV scenes? Because with the WWE Network now in place a lot of old stuff (if any left) becomes accessible.
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Guys, I'v decided to come out the the lurker closet and bring positive contributions to this thread. Here is the Kimona Wanalaya spanking from an ecw house show:
http://www.sendspace.com/file/w11ubq
Enjoy,
-Spanko Sam.
P.S Anyone who has vhs video of a recorded wrestling spankings, please recored such events on your phone or potato. Crap quality is better than the film disappearing to the realm of unkempt time. Please, from a history majoring spanko, consider the contribution you will be making to the subject of wrestling spankings for all spankos and spaces involved.
lovely, Spanko Sam
http://www.sendspace.com/file/w11ubq
Enjoy,
-Spanko Sam.
P.S Anyone who has vhs video of a recorded wrestling spankings, please recored such events on your phone or potato. Crap quality is better than the film disappearing to the realm of unkempt time. Please, from a history majoring spanko, consider the contribution you will be making to the subject of wrestling spankings for all spankos and spaces involved.
lovely, Spanko Sam
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Sam, I've sent you a PM if you have an interest in wrestling scenes.
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Mac's Winter Spanking
Mac's Winter Spanking by Casey McKay www.caseymckay.com
Luke let himself into the apartment. It was flooded with light and sound, but that was normal now that he lived with Mac. She seemed to switch on everything in one room and then exit to the next without turning anything off. The television was on in the living room, along with all of the lights. He could hear music playing in the kitchen and the sounds of her talking on the phone. She was cooking, he paused to sniff, no, she was burning something. He didn't care, he was starving and tired and he missed her.
He placed his suitcase next to the couch and looked around. The apartment was freshly cleaned, she'd even put all the Christmas decorations away. Cleaning was not one of Mac's favorite things to do. Before catching his flight back to New York from LA he was treated to some salacious pictures on a tabloid website of his errant fiancee. He did not approve of public displays of intoxication, like dancing on tables. He guessed the tidied apartment and home cooked meal was supposed to get her back into his good graces.
He walked into the kitchen. She couldn't hear him approach over the music. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on the top of her head. She let out a startled shriek, then giggled and swatted him away, saying goodbye to the person on the phone.
“You scared me half to death!” She was still laughing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body close to his.
“Sorry.” He leaned down and kissed her. He peeked past her at the pots bubbling on the stove. The counters were covered in cutting boards and spices. “What are you making?”
“Arrgh,”she moaned. She flipped a spoon into the sink. “It started out as one thing, seriously though, thirty minute meal my ass! It took me thirty minutes to chop the freaking vegetables.”
He leaned against the counter and listened as Mac continued her tirade about cooking times and burning cream sauces. He scooted her onto a stool at the kitchen island and began completing what she started, cleaning as he went. He opened them both a beer and shrugged off her protests that she had been trying to cook for him. If he wanted any chance at a meal that wasn't over cooked, he was smart to finish it himself.
“You did all the hard stuff, babe. You know I hate chopping. Tell me about your day, I was cooped up on a plane all day.”
She smiled back at him and settled onto the stool, more than happy to talk rather than cook.
Within minutes he had them tucked into some sort of pasta dish with vegetables and a light sauce. He didn't know what her original intention had been but he made them an edible dish.
“You cleaned up. The apartment looks good,” he said between bites.
A blush crept across her cheeks and it confirmed his suspicion that she had been cleaning right up until he walked through the door. The scent of lemon pledge still hung in the air. His girl was nothing if not last minute.
“Thanks.” She pushed her vegetables around on her plate.
“What?” He put his fork down and picked up his beer, waiting for Mac to spill what she had on her mind.
“I just changed my mind about writing last night. So it was my own decision and you shouldn't be upset and I think there should not be any spanking.”
He couldn't hold in the laugh that bubbled up.
“Stop laughing at me.” She folded her arms and glared at him.
He took a deep breath and tried his best, but he started laughing again. Until a piece of Italian bread bounced off his head. He looked up to find Mac with a self satisfied smirk on her face.
“You're not laughing now.”
“Don't throw food. What are you, three?”
She opened her mouth, already forming a snotty retort, he was sure, but she stopped when he stood up. Luke picked up his plate and walked it to the sink, he turned back and pointed at the bread on the floor.
“Pick it up.”
“You pick it up.” She put her hands flat on the table as if she were readying herself to run. He was in no mood for games tonight, she was torquing him up on purpose and he wasn't sure why.
“I'm going to take a shower. Finish your dinner and come get ready for bed.”
“What? It's early and I'm not tired.”
“Molly.” He said her name as a warning.
She narrowed her eyes at him but didn't respond as he walked past her towards the bedroom.
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Mac sat on the bed and pulled the comforter up around her bare legs. She just had one of Luke's t-shirts on, ready for bed as requested. She had lingered cleaning up in the kitchen as long as she could. But when she heard the shower switch off she bolted into the bedroom and shed her clothes. Now she sat waiting. What was taking him so long?
She should have brought a book with her. Something to occupy her while she waited. She debated running into the living room for some reading material, but just then the bathroom door clicked open. Luke emerged in a cloud of steam. He had on a gray t-shirt and some black sweatpants. But the man looked delicious in everything he wore.
He came over and pulled her up out of the bed. She shivered against the cool air in the room. He pulled the t-shirt over her head and then pulled her against him, running his hands up and down her body. She reached up and found his lips with hers, she wound her arms up around his neck but he stepped back. He glanced down at her underwear and his lips quirked in a smile.
“What are those?”
“It's Wonder Woman.” She smiled at him.
“So I see.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Take them off.”
“Luke!” She had the urge to stomp her foot.
He raised his eyebrows at her in response. She could tell his patience were thin. He must be tired, and this did not bode well for her argument. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slid them down her legs.
She shivered as his eyes raked over her body. She reflexively crossed her arms over her hardened nipples. He was dressed and she was naked, it always did something to her, a familiar heat built up. She didn't have much time to think about it because he pulled her in and flipped her across his thigh, resting her upper body on the bed. He got two hard smacks in before she found her voice.
“Wait, stop!”
Thankfully he paused, that normally didn't work. She scrambled for something to say.
“I thought we were going to talk.”
“We are.” A simple matter of fact answer followed by a set of smacks to her sit spots.
She clawed at the comforter and uselessly tried to dodge the smacks. Did the man not understand what a warm up was? She was having a hard time keeping herself still. He stopped and rubbed the same spots he had just been punishing.
“So let's talk.”
She popped her head up at this and tried to push herself up.
He pushed her back down, “No, you stay there.”
She huffed out a breath, she knew what this kind of 'talk' was.
“What did you promise me when I was leaving?”
Oh an easy question, she could do this, “That I would clean up the apartment.”
“And you did a really good job. What else?”
Now it got harder, “Um, that I would stay on my writing schedule.”
“Did you?”
“Sort of.”
His hand smacked down on her right cheek and left a sting in it's wake. “Want to try again?”
He laid the same stinger down on her left cheek and she cried out.
“Okay, no, I didn't.”
He spanked her six more times, alternating back and forth.
“I'm allowed to change my mind, that was my own goal and I don't think you should spank me for it. I decided to stay out with Daisy, I can do that if I want to.” She sounded like a petulant child even to her own ears. She should just stop talking.
“Oh yes, you're night out.” He spoke slowly as he caressed her naked butt. There was a touch of humor in his voice. He was enjoying this. “Let me ask you a question. Should I have to open up my computer to find pictures of my fiancee drunk table dancing?”
She wasn't answering. She had four snappy comebacks floating around in her head and she didn't trust what would fly out if she opened her mouth. He was going to spank her no matter what she said anyway.
He gave her two quick slaps to the backs of her thighs and she danced up on her toes.
“Molly?”
Nope, her lips were sealed.
Luke slid his hand between her legs and she tensed, when his finger found the wetness between her thighs she groaned. He slowly trailed his finger along her and she writhed over his lap.
“I asked you a question.”
His hand was gone and she felt him pulling her cheeks apart. She jumped when she felt his finger, slicked in her own wetness, prodding at her anus.
He pushed his finger into her and she felt him up to his knuckle. “Ahh,” she moaned and lifted her head from the mattress.
“Should I have to see that?”
He pumped his finger in and out as he gave her smart slaps with his left hand, his non-spanking hand, so they were lighter in intensity. Her whole body felt warm from the fire he was building on her ass. She felt his hand between her legs again and he flicked her clit while he pumped his finger again.
She groaned and shifted her hips, wanting him to help her find a release.
“Answer the question.”
“No.” She breathed out. “You shouldn't have to see that.”
He pulled his finger out and slid out from under her, so she was laying over the side of the bed. She heard the rustle of his clothes and then he smacked her ass, hard. She heard him slide the drawer in the night stand open. The click of the top on the bottle of lube and then he was pushing himself into her. She cried out in pleasure, feeling suddenly too full, his erection pushing past her tight ring. His hand came down and worked her clit. She arched her back, lifting herself to him, taking all of him in.
He steadied himself with a hand on her hip, thrusting into her with an urgency she hadn't seen coming. She came in a frenzy, all of her emotions cresting, she felt tears running down her face.
Luke collapsed onto her back, he kissed the side of her neck. “The next time you're dancing on a table it better be a private show.” He brushed her hair back from her face and turned her head to look at him. “For me.” As if she needed the clarification.
Later still, Mac was freshly showered and snuggling into bed in Luke's arms. She was happy they had reconnected and he wasn't actually angry with her. She was just drifting off to sleep when she was jostled in his arms. He reached over her and slid the nightstand drawer open. He rummaged for a few seconds then plunked the little wooden paddle on top of the nightstand. He slid the drawer closed and settled back in.
“Um, what's that for?”
He pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin. “Tomorrow. I think we need to have a talk about throwing food.”
Mac's eyes widened as she was rocked by Luke's deep chuckle.
www.caseymckay.com
Luke let himself into the apartment. It was flooded with light and sound, but that was normal now that he lived with Mac. She seemed to switch on everything in one room and then exit to the next without turning anything off. The television was on in the living room, along with all of the lights. He could hear music playing in the kitchen and the sounds of her talking on the phone. She was cooking, he paused to sniff, no, she was burning something. He didn't care, he was starving and tired and he missed her.
He placed his suitcase next to the couch and looked around. The apartment was freshly cleaned, she'd even put all the Christmas decorations away. Cleaning was not one of Mac's favorite things to do. Before catching his flight back to New York from LA he was treated to some salacious pictures on a tabloid website of his errant fiancee. He did not approve of public displays of intoxication, like dancing on tables. He guessed the tidied apartment and home cooked meal was supposed to get her back into his good graces.
He walked into the kitchen. She couldn't hear him approach over the music. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on the top of her head. She let out a startled shriek, then giggled and swatted him away, saying goodbye to the person on the phone.
“You scared me half to death!” She was still laughing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body close to his.
“Sorry.” He leaned down and kissed her. He peeked past her at the pots bubbling on the stove. The counters were covered in cutting boards and spices. “What are you making?”
“Arrgh,”she moaned. She flipped a spoon into the sink. “It started out as one thing, seriously though, thirty minute meal my ass! It took me thirty minutes to chop the freaking vegetables.”
He leaned against the counter and listened as Mac continued her tirade about cooking times and burning cream sauces. He scooted her onto a stool at the kitchen island and began completing what she started, cleaning as he went. He opened them both a beer and shrugged off her protests that she had been trying to cook for him. If he wanted any chance at a meal that wasn't over cooked, he was smart to finish it himself.
“You did all the hard stuff, babe. You know I hate chopping. Tell me about your day, I was cooped up on a plane all day.”
She smiled back at him and settled onto the stool, more than happy to talk rather than cook.
Within minutes he had them tucked into some sort of pasta dish with vegetables and a light sauce. He didn't know what her original intention had been but he made them an edible dish.
“You cleaned up. The apartment looks good,” he said between bites.
A blush crept across her cheeks and it confirmed his suspicion that she had been cleaning right up until he walked through the door. The scent of lemon pledge still hung in the air. His girl was nothing if not last minute.
“Thanks.” She pushed her vegetables around on her plate.
“What?” He put his fork down and picked up his beer, waiting for Mac to spill what she had on her mind.
“I just changed my mind about writing last night. So it was my own decision and you shouldn't be upset and I think there should not be any spanking.”
He couldn't hold in the laugh that bubbled up.
“Stop laughing at me.” She folded her arms and glared at him.
He took a deep breath and tried his best, but he started laughing again. Until a piece of Italian bread bounced off his head. He looked up to find Mac with a self satisfied smirk on her face.
“You're not laughing now.”
“Don't throw food. What are you, three?”
She opened her mouth, already forming a snotty retort, he was sure, but she stopped when he stood up. Luke picked up his plate and walked it to the sink, he turned back and pointed at the bread on the floor.
“Pick it up.”
“You pick it up.” She put her hands flat on the table as if she were readying herself to run. He was in no mood for games tonight, she was torquing him up on purpose and he wasn't sure why.
“I'm going to take a shower. Finish your dinner and come get ready for bed.”
“What? It's early and I'm not tired.”
“Molly.” He said her name as a warning.
She narrowed her eyes at him but didn't respond as he walked past her towards the bedroom.
* * *
Mac sat on the bed and pulled the comforter up around her bare legs. She just had one of Luke's t-shirts on, ready for bed as requested. She had lingered cleaning up in the kitchen as long as she could. But when she heard the shower switch off she bolted into the bedroom and shed her clothes. Now she sat waiting. What was taking him so long?
She should have brought a book with her. Something to occupy her while she waited. She debated running into the living room for some reading material, but just then the bathroom door clicked open. Luke emerged in a cloud of steam. He had on a gray t-shirt and some black sweatpants. But the man looked delicious in everything he wore.
He came over and pulled her up out of the bed. She shivered against the cool air in the room. He pulled the t-shirt over her head and then pulled her against him, running his hands up and down her body. She reached up and found his lips with hers, she wound her arms up around his neck but he stepped back. He glanced down at her underwear and his lips quirked in a smile.
“What are those?”
“It's Wonder Woman.” She smiled at him.
“So I see.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Take them off.”
“Luke!” She had the urge to stomp her foot.
He raised his eyebrows at her in response. She could tell his patience were thin. He must be tired, and this did not bode well for her argument. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slid them down her legs.
She shivered as his eyes raked over her body. She reflexively crossed her arms over her hardened nipples. He was dressed and she was naked, it always did something to her, a familiar heat built up. She didn't have much time to think about it because he pulled her in and flipped her across his thigh, resting her upper body on the bed. He got two hard smacks in before she found her voice.
“Wait, stop!”
Thankfully he paused, that normally didn't work. She scrambled for something to say.
“I thought we were going to talk.”
“We are.” A simple matter of fact answer followed by a set of smacks to her sit spots.
She clawed at the comforter and uselessly tried to dodge the smacks. Did the man not understand what a warm up was? She was having a hard time keeping herself still. He stopped and rubbed the same spots he had just been punishing.
“So let's talk.”
She popped her head up at this and tried to push herself up.
He pushed her back down, “No, you stay there.”
She huffed out a breath, she knew what this kind of 'talk' was.
“What did you promise me when I was leaving?”
Oh an easy question, she could do this, “That I would clean up the apartment.”
“And you did a really good job. What else?”
Now it got harder, “Um, that I would stay on my writing schedule.”
“Did you?”
“Sort of.”
His hand smacked down on her right cheek and left a sting in it's wake. “Want to try again?”
He laid the same stinger down on her left cheek and she cried out.
“Okay, no, I didn't.”
He spanked her six more times, alternating back and forth.
“I'm allowed to change my mind, that was my own goal and I don't think you should spank me for it. I decided to stay out with Daisy, I can do that if I want to.” She sounded like a petulant child even to her own ears. She should just stop talking.
“Oh yes, you're night out.” He spoke slowly as he caressed her naked butt. There was a touch of humor in his voice. He was enjoying this. “Let me ask you a question. Should I have to open up my computer to find pictures of my fiancee drunk table dancing?”
She wasn't answering. She had four snappy comebacks floating around in her head and she didn't trust what would fly out if she opened her mouth. He was going to spank her no matter what she said anyway.
He gave her two quick slaps to the backs of her thighs and she danced up on her toes.
“Molly?”
Nope, her lips were sealed.
Luke slid his hand between her legs and she tensed, when his finger found the wetness between her thighs she groaned. He slowly trailed his finger along her and she writhed over his lap.
“I asked you a question.”
His hand was gone and she felt him pulling her cheeks apart. She jumped when she felt his finger, slicked in her own wetness, prodding at her anus.
He pushed his finger into her and she felt him up to his knuckle. “Ahh,” she moaned and lifted her head from the mattress.
“Should I have to see that?”
He pumped his finger in and out as he gave her smart slaps with his left hand, his non-spanking hand, so they were lighter in intensity. Her whole body felt warm from the fire he was building on her ass. She felt his hand between her legs again and he flicked her clit while he pumped his finger again.
She groaned and shifted her hips, wanting him to help her find a release.
“Answer the question.”
“No.” She breathed out. “You shouldn't have to see that.”
He pulled his finger out and slid out from under her, so she was laying over the side of the bed. She heard the rustle of his clothes and then he smacked her ass, hard. She heard him slide the drawer in the night stand open. The click of the top on the bottle of lube and then he was pushing himself into her. She cried out in pleasure, feeling suddenly too full, his erection pushing past her tight ring. His hand came down and worked her clit. She arched her back, lifting herself to him, taking all of him in.
He steadied himself with a hand on her hip, thrusting into her with an urgency she hadn't seen coming. She came in a frenzy, all of her emotions cresting, she felt tears running down her face.
Luke collapsed onto her back, he kissed the side of her neck. “The next time you're dancing on a table it better be a private show.” He brushed her hair back from her face and turned her head to look at him. “For me.” As if she needed the clarification.
Later still, Mac was freshly showered and snuggling into bed in Luke's arms. She was happy they had reconnected and he wasn't actually angry with her. She was just drifting off to sleep when she was jostled in his arms. He reached over her and slid the nightstand drawer open. He rummaged for a few seconds then plunked the little wooden paddle on top of the nightstand. He slid the drawer closed and settled back in.
“Um, what's that for?”
He pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin. “Tomorrow. I think we need to have a talk about throwing food.”
Mac's eyes widened as she was rocked by Luke's deep chuckle.
www.caseymckay.com
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Absolute Power (1997)
Nice 1-whacker by Gene Hackman on Melora Hardin about 20 mins through this Clint Eastwood movie.
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Anyone recognize these pictures?
Don't know what happened to my last account...can't seem to recover it.
Anyway, I remember I came across these clips when I first started looking at Spanking pics and thought they were great. Anyone recognize any of them? It'd be great to track down the actual video.
http://www.fetish-files.net/g_015/index.html
http://www.fetish-files.net/g_054/index.html
http://www.fetish-files.net/g_042/index.html
http://www.fetish-files.net/g_057/index.html
Any help would be much appreciated!
Thanks guys
Anyway, I remember I came across these clips when I first started looking at Spanking pics and thought they were great. Anyone recognize any of them? It'd be great to track down the actual video.
http://www.fetish-files.net/g_015/index.html
http://www.fetish-files.net/g_054/index.html
http://www.fetish-files.net/g_042/index.html
http://www.fetish-files.net/g_057/index.html
Any help would be much appreciated!
Thanks guys
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