Another from Robyn…. ‘Horsing’

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Horsing: another rarely used spanking position

by Robyn Jones

I recently wrote a short blog entry about a maid being whipped with a martinet whilst adopting the balletic ‘arabesque’ position. This post concerns another relatively unusual position, known as ‘horsing’. It is one which does not seem to be particularly frequently employed to hold a spankee in a suitable position for a good thrashing, but nevertheless holds a degree of erotic appeal.

In the absence of a suitable spanking horse to which a spankee can be firmly secured, the horsing position provides one solution to the problem of keeping an unwilling wriggling/writhing subject in position for punishment.
I shall refer to the spankee as a ‘she/her’, although it could equally be a ‘he/him’, since (as you already probably realise) I much prefer spanking the female of the species! They possess so much more ‘spankable assets’ than the male!

One can imagine in Victorian times that a strong maid or housekeeper would be summoned to horse a recalcitrant young lady requiring a sound thrashing with a cane, strap or birch by their governess. The girl would be hauled up onto the maid’s back by her wrists. The governess could then pin up the girl’s dress and lower her drawers, to bare her bottom for punishment. Once bared, the maid would be instructed to bend forward, lifting the girl off her feet, presenting her buttocks at the correct height and angle for punishment. A young lady so held would be unable to easily wriggle or writhe to avoid the punishment and could only fruitlessly kick her legs.

Whilst the position has some appeal, I imagine that it is not an easy job to hold a wriggling, writhing spankee across one’s back for any length of time unless the spankee is considerably smaller. Horsing was probably only resorted to in the past when dealing with children in a domestic setting.

Here is a great account of a horsing taken from ‘The Memoirs of Dolly Morton’ by Anon published in the late C19. Its rather pompous, longer-winded follow-up title goes on: ‘The Story of A Woman’s Part in the Struggle to Free the Slaves, An Account of the Whippings, Rapes, and Violences that Preceded the Civil War in America, with Curious Anthropological Observations on the Radical Diversities in the Conformation of the Female Bottom and the Way Different Women Endure Chastisement’!

In this account a maid is thrashed by the master of the house (Randolph) for being impertinent to his wife. The story is set in Southern USA during the slave era. The three drawings are from different editions of the book by various artists.

Randolph rose from his seat with a stern expression on his face and, turning to Rosa, who was looking rather frightened, said angrily:

“You young hussy! I have been hearing about your conduct. How dare you speak to your mistress like that? Did you think I would let you insult a white lady? You are getting too saucy, but I will take the sauce out of you. I am going to whip you.”

Rosa turned as pale as her olive complexion would allow. A frightened expression came into her eyes and she burst into tears.

“Oh! Massa!” she exclaimed. “Don’t whip me! Oh! Please don’t whip me! I’se very sorry I was sassy to de Missis. Oh! Do let me off an’ I will be a good gal and never be sassy again.”

Then turning to me she said imploringly: “Oh! Missus. Forgive me, an’ ask de Massa not to whip me dis time.”

I did not want the girl to be whipped, so I asked Randolph to let her go away, saying that I was sure that she was sorry for what she had said and that I did not think she would offend again. But her master was very angry with her and would not consent to let her off. Turning to Dinah, he said curtly:

“Take her up.”

I had no idea what was meant by the words, but Dinah knew what to do. She often had “taken up” naughty slave girls on her broad, strong back. Going up to Rosa, she seized her by the wrists, and, turning round, drew the girl’s arms over her shoulders. Then, bending well forward, she raised the culprit’s feet off the floor so that her body was brought into a curved position.

Not wishing to see the punishment inflicted, I walked towards the door. But Randolph peremptorily ordered me to remain in the room.

“Turn up her clothes, Jane, and, mind you, hold them well out of the way,” he said.

Jane went to the right side of the delinquent, and, rolling up her skirt, petticoats and chemise, held them high above her waist. The girl’s underlinen was perfectly clean, but she wore no drawers—none of the slave women possessed drawers. She had a fine, big, well-shaped bottom and, owing to the curved position in which she was being held, the large, plump round cheeks swelled out in high relief at a most convenient angle for receiving the switch. Her olive-tinted skin was perfectly smooth, her thighs were large and well-rounded, her legs were shapely and her ankles were trim. She was wearing white stockings, gartered with bows of blue ribbon, and she had on neat shoes.

Randolph went to a cabinet from which he took a hickory switch—he kept a switch in nearly every room —then, placing himself at the left side of the culprit, said:

“Now, I’ll teach you to respect your mistress. I have not whipped you for some time, but I’m going to make your bottom smart now.”
Rosa had not struggled or uttered a word while she was being “taken up” and prepared for the switch. But now she turned her head, looking at Randolph with a dog-like expression of appeal in her great, brown eyes, and said beseechingly, while the tears ran down her cheeks:

“Oh, Massa, don’t whip poor Rosa hard.”

He began to whip her, laying on the strokes smartly and as calmly as if he were merely beating a dog. The girl winced, drawing the cheeks of her bottom with a jerk each time the switch fell. Long, red weals rose on her skin. Her plump flesh quivered and she kicked up her feet, squealing shrilly and exclaiming in gasps:

“Oh, Massa! — Oh, Massa! — Don’t whip — me — so — hard—! Oh! Massa! Oh!—Good Massa, please—don’t whip — me — so — hard! Oh! Oh! Stop Massa! Oh! Please—please—stop. My bottom—is—so—sore—I Oh! Oh!”

The switch continued to stripe her writhing bottom, extracting loud cries from her, making her struggle and plunge violently. But Dinah, slightly separating her legs and bending well forward, easily held the shrieking girl in position while Randolph whipped away steadily. Jane held up the girl’s petticoats and Dinah gripped her wrists tightly while Rosa, squealing and twisting herself about, drew up her legs one after the other, then kicked them out in all directions, and, in her contortions opened her thighs so that I could see the curly dark brown hair shading the “spot”—and every now and then I caught a glimpse of the bright pink orifice. Rosa’s skin was rather fine, and she appeared to feel the pain acutely, begging piteously for mercy. But Randolph, utterly regardless of her cries and entreaties, went on whipping till the surface of her bottom, from the loins to the thighs, was covered with red weals. Then, throwing down the switch, he said:

“Let her go.”

Jane let the sufferer’s petticoats fall and Dinah released her wrists. Then Rosa stoodon her feet, twisting her lips and wailing with pain while she wiped the fast-flowing tears from her eyes with her apron.

“There, Rosa,” said Randolph, “I have let you off rather easily this time, but if I ever again hear that you have been saucy to your mistress, I will whip you till the blood runs down your thighs. Now you can all go back to your work.”

Rosa, still wailing, slunk out of the room with her hand pressed to her smarting bottom; the other two women followed, and Randolph and I were left alone. He put away the switch, then, turning to me, said:

“I don’t think she’ll give you any more trouble, but if she does let me know.”

“Oh, George!”

I said. “How could you bring yourself to whip the girl so severely. She is a pretty creature and I know you often have had her.”

He laughed. “Yes. I have often “had” her and will “have” her again if ever I feel inclined to. But I will also whip her again whenever she requires punishment. She is only a nigger, though she is so light in color. You are a Northern girl, so you don’t understand how we Southerners look upon our slave women. When they take our fancy we amuse ourselves with them, but we feel no compunction in whipping them whenever they misbehave. Their bodies belong to us, so we can use them in any way we please. Personally, I have no more regard for my slaves than for my dogs and horses.”
Though I had got to know Randolph pretty well by that time, I felt rather shocked by his unfeeling sentiments. However, I made no remark. He was standing in front of me, and I noticed that there was a protuberance in a certain part of his trousers. I guessed what was coming.

He went on:

“You know, Dolly, whipping a girl always excites me, so I am going to have you.” Then, laying me on the couch, he pulled up my petticoats, took down my drawers and entered me with more than usual vigor. Whipping Rosa’s bottom certainly had acted on him as a powerful aphrodisiac!

There are a number of spanking film companies that have featured horsing. I shall mention just two – Nu-West and Firmhand Spanking.

Nu-West produced a film called ‘Lady Jane Horsed’. Lady Jane is totally naked and is horsed by a strong looking lady dressed in a black Victorian dress. She is caned by a lady stripped down to just a basque corset and drawers (presumably to enable her wield the cane more effectively without being hindered by a bulky dress), wearing black stockings and elbow length black opera gloves. The caning, like so many Nu-West films is a no-nonsense, sound caning which has Lady Jane kicking out and yelping loudly with each stroke. The caning is split into at least three or four batches, Lady Jane being ‘let down’ and ‘taken up’ in between each set – presumably as much to give the ‘horser’ a break as much as Lady Jane!

Lady Jane Horsed

There are a number of spanking film companies that have featured horsing. I shall mention just two – Nu-West and Firmhand Spanking.

Nu-West has produced a number of ‘horsing clips’ featuring two spankees, Helen Stephenson and Belinda Lawson. In each case the girls are totally naked and take it in turns to horse each other. All very erotic – skin on skin!

Belinda Lawson being tawsed whilst horsed by Helen Stephenson

And the other way around in the following pictures.


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