bettieBack when bondage still held any cultural appeal as naughty, Bettie Page was a notorious torpedo-tit pin-up queen. In a 1957 Harlem drug raid, FBI called on Page to determine whether an apartment was used as a spankarific photo studio. Page said she “had never heard of that type of photography being made in Harlem” and that she only posed professionally, squealing and squatting in “photographic studios or photographers’ apartments.” Maybe she stayed mum not to oust fellow perverts-lite, but maybe not. Was it a prophetic fear of amateur porn competitors that drove her to retirement/Christianity?

Among the items confiscated from the apartment there were Ping Pong paddles covered with black bicycle tape, a Cat-nine-tails whip, a riding crop, rawhide, rope, nine-hooks for screwing into the walls, loads of Bettie Page photos in “various poses” and anonymous folks in “obscene” pictures, several issues of “Bizare” and “Nights of Horror” magazines and a copy of each “Painful Pastimes,” “Silk Stocking Stories,” and “Reflections from the Spanking Mirra.” And drugs. [The Smoking Gun]