Very few punishment fantasies are as straight to the point as a judicial spanking. There’s no warm-up, no accoutrements, no real dynamic between the participants; it’s all pain, all action, all in a starkly-lit setting that leaves you with nowhere to hide. They can be deeply compelling, and they can also be quite difficult. For the Blake of almost twenty years ago, the series of harsh judicial punishments we’re releasing this week were amongst the most hotly anticipated of everything filmed on that trip.
The story is stripped back almost immediately, as are the clothes. There is to be no lawyer, no hope of appeal. You need this. Your assigned representative of the state isn’t hurting you like this for any of the usual reasons – or, if they are, their pleasure is a fringe benefit and not the heart of the scene at all. Instead they strike you with cold, clinical precision, again and again, until your debt to society is satisfied.
You can cry, or beg, or kick, or scream – but it will be to no avail. When it’s over, though, you will know that you have paid your dues: you can rub your aching backside and walk away, safe in the knowledge that your indiscretions have been resolved.
