I came across a post on cndb describing a scene in a 70’s German softcore movie a few years ago and have been trying to find the film which it is in
A sexy blond freulien in her late 30's, or early 40's, is attacked by a bunch of wicked girls, in a train. She is stripped naked and her clothes are thrown out of the train. Then, a pie is smashed on her head, a bottle of itching powder is poured over her, a cow's bell is tied to her neck, her hands are tied behind her back and a big feather is stacked into her ass (not explicitly seen, of course). I salute you, German girls! After everyone takes turns to slap her ass red, she's thrown out of the train at the first station, in the middle of a laughing crowd. Now what I like about these German old slapstick movies is that they don't stop where any other movie, done elsewhere, would. The woman screams in shame, looks wildly around, screams again, then starts running through the crowded train station, tits bouncing wildly, the bell ringing at her neck, the feather wiggling like a hound's tail. From time to time she stops running because the itching is too much, and she has to scrap different parts of her body against lamp poles, fences, doors' knobs, etc.
A sexy blond freulien in her late 30's, or early 40's, is attacked by a bunch of wicked girls, in a train. She is stripped naked and her clothes are thrown out of the train. Then, a pie is smashed on her head, a bottle of itching powder is poured over her, a cow's bell is tied to her neck, her hands are tied behind her back and a big feather is stacked into her ass (not explicitly seen, of course). I salute you, German girls! After everyone takes turns to slap her ass red, she's thrown out of the train at the first station, in the middle of a laughing crowd. Now what I like about these German old slapstick movies is that they don't stop where any other movie, done elsewhere, would. The woman screams in shame, looks wildly around, screams again, then starts running through the crowded train station, tits bouncing wildly, the bell ringing at her neck, the feather wiggling like a hound's tail. From time to time she stops running because the itching is too much, and she has to scrap different parts of her body against lamp poles, fences, doors' knobs, etc.