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There don’t seem to be too many of us old-fashioned breast-whipping aficionados these days. For me, the villain’s visceral enjoyment as he slaps, straps, lashes or smashes the breasts of a spirited young spitfire possessing both courage and stamina is easily my #1 fantasy. Turning up the dial on a machine that produces electricity in electrodes attached to a girl’s body seems to be to the torment of the times but it doesn’t do much for me. Sexual torment, in my view, should be a contact sport.

I’d also like to second the comments about WillieMacJ. He’s written some of the breast-whippingest stories I’ve ever seen, a couple of which remain, AFAIK, unpublished. I had not seen his recent artwork until quite recently (I think I had seen some early, only partly successful, attempts a number of years ago. He has really come a long way as an artist. Is there a better double threat man (fiction and artwork) than Willie? I can’t think of one.

Boccaccio