Pinup Friday

Jun 23, 2017 by

Ah, the Forties – when the well-bred, well-heeled bachelor about town still had the time to assist his housemaid in selecting and trying on new work uniforms.

 

 

 

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What He Said

Jun 21, 2017 by

It was just not fair. He was usually such a marshmallow. True, he bossed her around and made her do stuff that she knew she should do.

But most of the time, if she really wanted to, she could get her own way, despite what he said.

This had not turned out to be one of those times.

And it wasn’t even her fault!

It wasn’t her fault she had gone back to school for her master’s degree after sweating through a four-year BA in three years and a month. That was all him and his constant litany of learn, learn, learn, punctuated with smacks on her bare bottom when he didn’t think she was listening hard enough. Not that she minded all that much, most of the time. He had a way of smacking that made her feel awful and wonderful at the same time. He could be quite aggravating in that regard.

And anyway, it wasn’t her fault that her buddies in the cohort had dragged her, not quite kicking and screaming, out for drinks and dinner after a seminar, which had turned out to be more drinks than dinner, which meant that she had got home way later than she said she was going to and in worse condition than she should have been.

And he wasn’t even at home when she got there, for crying out loud!

But he had left a note. She hated it when he went out on a call and left a note, mostly because that meant she wouldn’t see him right away, but also because his notes were usually full of good advice of the “do this or else” kind.

She had read that night’s edition several times over, hating every word more and more each time. He had done something of the sort before, but never had he been so blunt or so harsh, and she had fought back tears as she scanned and re-scanned the lines.

Sweetie, it read, I had to run to the hospital. I will be home as soon as may be, and you had better be there when I get back. I heard from my agent in your cohort that you overgrown girls and boys got up to rather more mischief on a weeknight than is suitable for people with important work to do. When you do get home, remove your panties immediately. Then drink a large quantity of water, sit on the sofa, and wait for me to come and tend to you. Much love, D.

How dare he? Who on earth did he think he was? And how had she been stupid enough to trust that his niece wouldn’t blow the whistle on her? She loved the girl dearly, but keeping her mouth shut around her uncle was not her strong suit.

She had whimpered and fretted and sworn a blue streak, as she never would have dreamt of doing in his presence. Then, with much foot stomping and some extremely vile words she knew he hated to hear from her rosy lips, she pushed her panties down, threw them into the laundry basket, and stomped back to the living room.

There was not an alcoholic drink to be had in the house, so she stomped and cursed at him for a while more before plopping, most grumpily, onto the sofa to glare and grumble her immense disaffection for him and for all mankind.

But then she curled up and fell asleep, lulled by too much wine at the bar and the scary-soft visions in her head of what he was going to do to her when he got home.

He was not in the least displeased at the sight that awaited him when he arrived at only a little past one in the morning. And, even though she argued and excused and wheedled when he awakened her, there was no mitigating the first-class spanking he delivered to her delightfully deserving bare cheeks before he took her to their bed.

For her part, she felt extremely ill used and unfairly done by, although, once in bed, she easily and quickly slipped back to dreamland when he caressed her with the same hand he had used to punish.

 

 

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Got Drape?

Jun 12, 2017 by

Last week, Audrey asked a pertinent question about the gauzy almost-drapery that our Friday pinup was sort of wearing, so I thought I’d talk about drapery as it applies to female nude art.

 

Sometimes, gauzy drapery is there for a reason. In the above two examples, many of the naughty bits are successfully hidden, or at least disguised to the point that the artist could sneak them by the Hayes Code or the Royal Censor, depending on the time period.

 

But quite often in nude art, drapery is there more to enhance the focus on rather than to conceal the woman’s charms.

Here, we see Venus bathing with a few close friends and family. The kid with the wings is Cupid. The one without wings must be a friend of his from pre-kindergarten.

 

 

Then, of course, there is peekaboo drapery. This sword-and-sorcery cover photo is especially intriguing.

One can’t tell whether she is in the process of pulling that cloak up to hide her bottom, or lowering it so that the fierce Barsoomian warrior who has invaded her bedroom can get a better look at what he’s after.

 

 

Here is an example of remainder drapery.

She has thrown off almost everything, but decided to keep that remaining little bit of nothing ’round her waist, perhaps because her belly button felt chilly.

 

 

This is another where one is not sure whether she is taking it off or putting it on.

But from that smirking, come-hither look, I have to think she is inviting the artist to drop that stupid brush and help her remove the lot.

 

 

Pierre-Auguste Renoir’s take on the non-draping of the feminine form divine.

The girl wading at the front is about to slosh her big sister with water. One has to wonder if big sis will do something about it, or just run tell Papa how naughty the girl was. Perhaps she will do both, and that little French bottom will be quite sore come ce soir.

 

 

Okay, so there is not even an attempt at drapery here, although there is some lying about, but I just love this picture.

It’s the one that hangs in the main dining room at McGuire’s, and I do so love it when they seat me and my party at a table near it.

 

 

And finally, I present a drapery conundrum.

What in the ever-lovin’, blue-eyed world is going on here?

Care to take a guess?

That is all.
Devlin out.

 

 

 

 

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Pinup Friday

Jun 9, 2017 by

Here is a memorable example of the correct use of the vocative comma. That’s the one used to set off a noun of direct address.

And I’m guessing that Daddy has been away for a while, that this girl has a LOT of misbehavior to confess, and that his belt will be swishlack!-ing out of his trouser loops before the door even shuts behind him.

Because I’m an optimist.

That is all.

Devlin out.

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Happy Liza Doolittle Day!

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Friday Pinup

May 19, 2017 by

Tops, just a reminder to be aware of what your girl is wearing before you allow her anywhere near the water. This one knows she’s in trouble and is just waiting to hear, “Come here, missy,” in that stern, scary voice.

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