Harsh Martinet
Consul
The moment is upon her and yet she still can't believe the severity of her sentence as she is about to be taken to the courtyard where the stout whipping post stands, waiting to receive her.
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Judicial Corporal Punishment Of Women: Illustrations
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Harsh Martinet
Consul
At least it will be a warm day for her long walk behind the cart's tail.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
ShadowWolf
Tribune
Great use of the pencil to make it very realistic and use of shading to show the influence of punishment.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Here is a song by a singer (Georges Brassens) who did all his songs in using our wonderful French language like nobody did; alas for those who dont speak this language, perhaps that they couldn't keep all the marvels of the text, the translation, even well done, cant be at the level than the original ...
La Fessée -A playful spanking in inappropriate circumstances
This is an erotic song which I have previously passed over, but which has a contemporary topicality at a time when the top-selling novel, “Fifty Shades of Grey” also has a much discussed spanking scene. I don’t imagine though that the setting of the couple’s encounter in E. L. James’ book is a Chapel of Rest, with the lady’s husband’s corpse alongside. Brassens is dealing once again with his repeated theme of death and his determination not to let his own eventual death or any actual death suck the life out from the several decades of living that are granted us. One weapon in his counter attack is the free enjoyment of human sexuality, which is illustrated in this song. Here it is presented sometimes openly but more often conveyed through teasing innuendo and suggestion so that the song is as sensual as the audience makes it. The censor made the right (or wrong) interpretation and the song was banned. It is good to hear the audience laughter on this recording and to know Brassens' song was generally accepted in its true spirit
La fessée
La veuve et l'orphelin, quoi de plus émouvant ?
Un vieux copain d'école étant mort sans enfants,
Abandonnant au monde une épouse épatante,
J'allai rendre visite à la désespérée.
Et puis, ne sachant plus où finir ma soirée,
Je lui tins compagnie dans la chapelle ardente.
Pour endiguer ses pleurs, pour apaiser ses maux,
Je me mis à blaguer, à sortir des bons mots,
Tous les moyens sont bons au médecin de l'âme...
Bientôt, par la vertu de quelques facéties,
La veuve se tenait les côtes, Dieu merci !
Ainsi que des bossus, tous deux nous rigolâmes.
Ma pipe dépassait un peu de mon veston.
Aimable, elle m'encouragea : "Bourrez-la donc,
Qu'aucun impératif moral ne vous arrête,
Si mon pauvre mari détestait le tabac,
Maintenant la fumée ne le dérange pas !
Mais où diantre ai-je mis mon porte-cigarettes ?"(1)
À minuit, d'une voix douce de séraphin,
Elle me demanda si je n'avais pas faim.
"Ça le ferait-il revenir, ajouta-t-elle,
De pousser la piété jusqu'à l'inanition
Que diriez-vous d'une frugale collation ?"
Et nous fîmes un petit souper aux chandelles(2).
"Regardez s'il est beau ! Dirait-on point qu'il dort ?
Ce n'est certes pas lui qui me donnerait tort
De noyer mon chagrin dans un flot de champagne."
Quand nous eûmes vidé le deuxième magnum,
La veuve était émue, nom d'un petit bonhomme!
Et son esprit se mit à battre la campagne...
"Mon dieu, ce que c'est tout de même que de nous !"(3)
Soupira-t-elle, en s'asseyant sur mes genoux.
Et puis, ayant collé sa lèvre sur ma lèvre,
"Me voilà rassurée, fit-elle, j'avais peur
Que, sous votre moustache en tablier d' sapeur,(4)
Vous ne cachiez coquettement un bec-de-lièvre..."
Un tablier d' sapeur, ma moustache, pensez !
Cette comparaison méritait la fessée.
Retroussant l'insolente avec nulle tendresse,
Conscient d'accomplir, somme toute, un devoir,
Mais en fermant les yeux pour ne pas trop en voir
Paf ! J'abattis sur elle une main vengeresse !
"Aïe ! Vous m'avez fêlé le postérieur en deux !"
Se plaignit-elle, et je baissai le front, piteux,
Craignant avoir frappé de façon trop brutale.
Mais j'appris par la suite, et j'en fus bien content,
Que cet état de chos's durait depuis longtemps :
Menteuse ! La fêlure était congénitale.
Quand je levai la main pour la deuxième fois,
Le coeur n'y était plus, j'avais perdu la foi,
Surtout qu'elle s'était enquise, la bougresse :
"Avez-vous remarqué que j'avais un beau cul ?"
Et ma main vengeresse est retombée, vaincue,
Et le troisième coup ne fut qu'une caresse...
"Avez-vous remarqué que j'avais un beau cul ?"
Et ma main vengeresse est retombée, vaincue,
Et le troisième coup ne fut qu'une caresse...
And in English ...
The widow and the orphan, what is more moving ?
An old mate from school having died without children
Leaving behind to the world a stunning wife
I went round to visit the lady in despair
And then not knowing where to finish the evening
I kept her company in the chapel of rest.
In order to staunch her tears and to soothe her woes
I started to make jokes, to attempt a little wit,
Every method is right for doctors of the soul…….
Soon, by virtue of these facetious remarks
The widow was splitting her sides. Thank God !
The two of us were rolling around with laughter
My pipe was poking a bit from my jacket
Kindly, she encouraged me: Stuff it full then.
Let no moral imperative stand in your way
If my poor husband detested tobacco
At present our smoking does not disturb him
But where the heck have I put my cigarette case”.
At midnight in a soft angelic voice
She asked me if I wasn’t feeling hungry
"Would that bring him back again, she added
To push piety until we drop with hunger
What would you say to a frugal collation?”
And we shared a little supper by candlelight
"Look how handsome he is! Would’nt y’say he’s sleeping?
He’s certainly not the one to tell me that I’m wrong
To drown my sorrows with a good swig of champagne."
When we had emptied the second magnum
The widow was emotional, the hell she was!
Her mind began to run away with her a bit.
"My God, what is there, that we mortals have in store!”
She softly sighed, while sitting down upon my lap
And then having stuck her lips tightly onto mine
"There, my mind’s put at rest," she said, “I’d been afraid
That beneath your moustache so like a lady’s muff
Was a hare lip you were self-consciously hiding….”
Like a lady’s muff, my moustache, just imagine!
That comparison well deserved a spanking
Hoisting the cheeky girl’s skirts not at all gently,
Conscious of performing what was just a duty
But while closing my eyes lest I should see too much.
Slap ! I brought down on her an avenging hand .
"Ouch ! You have just split my posterior in two!”
She complained and I lowered my eyes in pity ,
Fearing to have struck her in a too brutal way.
But I found out after, to my satisfaction
That this state of things dated back quite a long time:
She had told a lie! The split had been there from birth
And when I lifted my hand for the second time
My heart was no longer in it. I’d lost the faith
Especially as she had enquired, the rascal
« Have you noticed that I had a beautiful bum? »
And my avenging hand fell back down defeated
And the third blow was nothing more than a caress.
« Have you noticed that I had a beautiful bum? »
And my avenging hand fell back down defeated
And the third blow was nothing more than a caress.
TRANSLATION NOTES
(1) There is a lot of suggestive language in this verse – and the rest of the poem, which a translator should avoid making explicit.
(2) nous fîmes un petit souper aux chandelles(2). – An unsentimental use of funeral candles
.
(3) ce que c'est tout de même que de nous !" – In her cups, the widow makes a declamation about human mortality. This is a famous expression used by Archbishop Bossuet (1627- 1704) in a funeral oration, (Bossuet is regarded as one of the great orators of all time). Bossuet’s enigmatic statement made beside a dead body is seen to express how little our lives have to offer. Brassens’ use would appear to be ironic, coming from a tipsy young lady intent on making love – although, admittedly, she, like Bossuet was speaking the words beside a dead body.
(4) Un tablier d' sapeur – In the 19th century, firemen in some parts of France wore black leather aprons for protection. However the expression has a vulgar usage for female pubic hair.
Posted by David Yendley
La Fessée -A playful spanking in inappropriate circumstances
This is an erotic song which I have previously passed over, but which has a contemporary topicality at a time when the top-selling novel, “Fifty Shades of Grey” also has a much discussed spanking scene. I don’t imagine though that the setting of the couple’s encounter in E. L. James’ book is a Chapel of Rest, with the lady’s husband’s corpse alongside. Brassens is dealing once again with his repeated theme of death and his determination not to let his own eventual death or any actual death suck the life out from the several decades of living that are granted us. One weapon in his counter attack is the free enjoyment of human sexuality, which is illustrated in this song. Here it is presented sometimes openly but more often conveyed through teasing innuendo and suggestion so that the song is as sensual as the audience makes it. The censor made the right (or wrong) interpretation and the song was banned. It is good to hear the audience laughter on this recording and to know Brassens' song was generally accepted in its true spirit
First, in French...
La fessée
La veuve et l'orphelin, quoi de plus émouvant ?
Un vieux copain d'école étant mort sans enfants,
Abandonnant au monde une épouse épatante,
J'allai rendre visite à la désespérée.
Et puis, ne sachant plus où finir ma soirée,
Je lui tins compagnie dans la chapelle ardente.
Pour endiguer ses pleurs, pour apaiser ses maux,
Je me mis à blaguer, à sortir des bons mots,
Tous les moyens sont bons au médecin de l'âme...
Bientôt, par la vertu de quelques facéties,
La veuve se tenait les côtes, Dieu merci !
Ainsi que des bossus, tous deux nous rigolâmes.
Ma pipe dépassait un peu de mon veston.
Aimable, elle m'encouragea : "Bourrez-la donc,
Qu'aucun impératif moral ne vous arrête,
Si mon pauvre mari détestait le tabac,
Maintenant la fumée ne le dérange pas !
Mais où diantre ai-je mis mon porte-cigarettes ?"(1)
À minuit, d'une voix douce de séraphin,
Elle me demanda si je n'avais pas faim.
"Ça le ferait-il revenir, ajouta-t-elle,
De pousser la piété jusqu'à l'inanition
Que diriez-vous d'une frugale collation ?"
Et nous fîmes un petit souper aux chandelles(2).
"Regardez s'il est beau ! Dirait-on point qu'il dort ?
Ce n'est certes pas lui qui me donnerait tort
De noyer mon chagrin dans un flot de champagne."
Quand nous eûmes vidé le deuxième magnum,
La veuve était émue, nom d'un petit bonhomme!
Et son esprit se mit à battre la campagne...
"Mon dieu, ce que c'est tout de même que de nous !"(3)
Soupira-t-elle, en s'asseyant sur mes genoux.
Et puis, ayant collé sa lèvre sur ma lèvre,
"Me voilà rassurée, fit-elle, j'avais peur
Que, sous votre moustache en tablier d' sapeur,(4)
Vous ne cachiez coquettement un bec-de-lièvre..."
Un tablier d' sapeur, ma moustache, pensez !
Cette comparaison méritait la fessée.
Retroussant l'insolente avec nulle tendresse,
Conscient d'accomplir, somme toute, un devoir,
Mais en fermant les yeux pour ne pas trop en voir
Paf ! J'abattis sur elle une main vengeresse !
"Aïe ! Vous m'avez fêlé le postérieur en deux !"
Se plaignit-elle, et je baissai le front, piteux,
Craignant avoir frappé de façon trop brutale.
Mais j'appris par la suite, et j'en fus bien content,
Que cet état de chos's durait depuis longtemps :
Menteuse ! La fêlure était congénitale.
Quand je levai la main pour la deuxième fois,
Le coeur n'y était plus, j'avais perdu la foi,
Surtout qu'elle s'était enquise, la bougresse :
"Avez-vous remarqué que j'avais un beau cul ?"
Et ma main vengeresse est retombée, vaincue,
Et le troisième coup ne fut qu'une caresse...
"Avez-vous remarqué que j'avais un beau cul ?"
Et ma main vengeresse est retombée, vaincue,
Et le troisième coup ne fut qu'une caresse...
And in English ...
The widow and the orphan, what is more moving ?
An old mate from school having died without children
Leaving behind to the world a stunning wife
I went round to visit the lady in despair
And then not knowing where to finish the evening
I kept her company in the chapel of rest.
In order to staunch her tears and to soothe her woes
I started to make jokes, to attempt a little wit,
Every method is right for doctors of the soul…….
Soon, by virtue of these facetious remarks
The widow was splitting her sides. Thank God !
The two of us were rolling around with laughter
My pipe was poking a bit from my jacket
Kindly, she encouraged me: Stuff it full then.
Let no moral imperative stand in your way
If my poor husband detested tobacco
At present our smoking does not disturb him
But where the heck have I put my cigarette case”.
At midnight in a soft angelic voice
She asked me if I wasn’t feeling hungry
"Would that bring him back again, she added
To push piety until we drop with hunger
What would you say to a frugal collation?”
And we shared a little supper by candlelight
"Look how handsome he is! Would’nt y’say he’s sleeping?
He’s certainly not the one to tell me that I’m wrong
To drown my sorrows with a good swig of champagne."
When we had emptied the second magnum
The widow was emotional, the hell she was!
Her mind began to run away with her a bit.
"My God, what is there, that we mortals have in store!”
She softly sighed, while sitting down upon my lap
And then having stuck her lips tightly onto mine
"There, my mind’s put at rest," she said, “I’d been afraid
That beneath your moustache so like a lady’s muff
Was a hare lip you were self-consciously hiding….”
Like a lady’s muff, my moustache, just imagine!
That comparison well deserved a spanking
Hoisting the cheeky girl’s skirts not at all gently,
Conscious of performing what was just a duty
But while closing my eyes lest I should see too much.
Slap ! I brought down on her an avenging hand .
"Ouch ! You have just split my posterior in two!”
She complained and I lowered my eyes in pity ,
Fearing to have struck her in a too brutal way.
But I found out after, to my satisfaction
That this state of things dated back quite a long time:
She had told a lie! The split had been there from birth
And when I lifted my hand for the second time
My heart was no longer in it. I’d lost the faith
Especially as she had enquired, the rascal
« Have you noticed that I had a beautiful bum? »
And my avenging hand fell back down defeated
And the third blow was nothing more than a caress.
« Have you noticed that I had a beautiful bum? »
And my avenging hand fell back down defeated
And the third blow was nothing more than a caress.
TRANSLATION NOTES
(1) There is a lot of suggestive language in this verse – and the rest of the poem, which a translator should avoid making explicit.
(2) nous fîmes un petit souper aux chandelles(2). – An unsentimental use of funeral candles
.
(3) ce que c'est tout de même que de nous !" – In her cups, the widow makes a declamation about human mortality. This is a famous expression used by Archbishop Bossuet (1627- 1704) in a funeral oration, (Bossuet is regarded as one of the great orators of all time). Bossuet’s enigmatic statement made beside a dead body is seen to express how little our lives have to offer. Brassens’ use would appear to be ironic, coming from a tipsy young lady intent on making love – although, admittedly, she, like Bossuet was speaking the words beside a dead body.
(4) Un tablier d' sapeur – In the 19th century, firemen in some parts of France wore black leather aprons for protection. However the expression has a vulgar usage for female pubic hair.
Posted by David Yendley
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Perhaps one of my est manip ...
Harsh Martinet
Consul
I'm sure you can understand what they're being punished for
Harsh Martinet
Consul
100 lashes worth of entertainment for the entire town.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
The village didn't have an actual whipping post. This particular tree had always sufficed.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
First her display.....then her whipping.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
A witch....a heretic...a fornicator...adultress....is she guilty...does it really matter?
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Trying to take her mind off her upcoming punishment....but the knock upon the door brought her back to reality....it was time.
Harsh Martinet
Consul
She prays her skirt won't be lowered any farther...and that it doesn't slip downwards of its own accord when she writhes under the lash at the whipping post.
Birch4females
Governor
Want to see more of this author's work, anyone know where to find it and his name?
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Birch4females
Governor
A moment before.
Roberta
Senator
Especially #3
nsur1
Governor
Answering my own question: it's Hans Braun. Here are another 10 of his drawings:
#1 and #2 (and possibly others) were commissioned as illustrations for "The Prussian Girls" by J.D. Dedaux (or Dedeaux) -- a classic spanking novel I have posted about before.
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montycrusto
Guest
Is it cool to answer your own question? Yes.
great finds @nsur1 , I really like the style of these Hans Braun drawings!